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Bro idk who's around me rn idk who's really still here in this fandom idk who will even see this or read it and i dont wanna get into it (proceeds to get into it) but ive been on a grand fucking expedition to confront past trauma and shit lately which whoopeee what else is new for what basically amounts to a dreamworks adult obsessed with the grim reaper from shrek specifically i think there's probably an actual good reason this is my biggest blorbo yet (which by the way, my good bitches, is truly saying something) beyond "big scary wolf sexy" but like anyways its been a hot fuckin second of me just sort of existing in purgatory with basically only this character to keep me real company the whole time chipping away at fanfic and makin doodles here and there while trying to solve the great big fuckin mystery of hey pal is there any particular reason you spend most of your free time fantasizing at length about being loved and cared for by literal fuckin death but um i kinda sorta had been making peace lately with the very real possibility that probably the only reappearances from Death we'd see going forward in this franchise would kinda just be relegated to stuff like being a playable character in that dumbass mario kart game they made recently that they had the audacity to charge $50 for the version with him in it and I was immediately prepared to shell out the fuckin money regardless anyways tldr this is my longwinded way of saying bless harvey fuckin guillen for supposedly saying he wants to reprise his role as perrito in shrek 5 and specifically mentioning he wanted to know more about his backstory including the near death experience he had in the sock that he still wears like ok let me be clear im not getting my hopes up for shit im super excited about the idea of harvey and everybody reprising their roles for future shrek installments but i know shit be disappointing sometimes and it just be like that sometimes blablabla alright nothing is set in stone in this cursed ass timeline we're in bbbbbbut
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I cannot help but think in some kind of weirdly jaded optimism that surely dreamworks would not fucking let the absolute furry cashcow that Death is go to fucking waste if they're bringing shrek back to the big screen it just seems incredibly fuckin stupid this big fuckin bastard gave everyone a boner when last wish dropped to the extent that i actually didnt know anything about last wish going in to see it in theaters the first time knew nothing of the plot who was in it whatever right THE ONLY FUCKIN KNOWLEDGE I HAD OF LAST WISH PRIOR TO SITTING DOWN AND WATCHING IT WAS "OH I GUESS THERE'S A WOLF CHARACTER AND EVERYONE WANTS TO FUCK HIM" LMFAO UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE FUCKIN YEAR RIGHT LOL anyways if dreamworks doesnt seize the opportunity to give him at least one more like visible cameo appearance anywhere in whatever they can squeeze out of the shrek franchise after it was dead (lmfao) for like years (the puss in boots show is little known to anyone sadly and also it seems vaguely noncanonical if that makes sense stuff gets said on the regular in that show that just seems too batshit even for shrek standards) I'll genuinely like die of shock the entertainment industry is chock full of companies just like dreamworks always achin to get their hands on another iconic character they can squeeze money out of ad infinitum and like i dont want that to happen with Death I dont but also... please just let him show up at least one more time dreamworks throw this bitch a bone im begging you you will make so much money i promise u the thirsty tumblr fans are no joke we'll bankroll your ass to the moon and back
I feel it would be remiss of me not to offer some form of content after all this impassioned war and peace length solilioquy about the scu (shrek cinematic universe) so here's an old WIP from forever ago im like 90% i havent posted here (if i have oh fuckin well tbh ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ) its a lil scene from chapter 2 of my death fic where he gets caught redhanded picking flowers for his crush because he's a dork ass loser and wants to impress her without coming on too strong lmao like bro she's so into you just go for it
#puss in boots the last wish#puss in boots death#lobo#muerte#puss in boots wolf#shrek#ramble time i guess#i pity you if you make it through this whole post#idk what this is to be totally honest with you#i dont expect many will read it but#idk ive been gone for a second and i just read a screenrant article that gave me the happies#i wanted to release the happies here on the tungle#where surely civility reigns#sentences i will not regret later#tw mentions of death#i mean like#obviously lmfao#its shrek news idk if anyone still talks about shrek news on here#i guess im just excited to see what they come up with
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Recent Egg Developments, How I Feel About It, and What I'm Doing After
Alright I'm gonna stop being sad for like two minutes, or at least long enough to explain what exactly happened for those who missed it
So we had the Murder Mystery Event today, and a lot of people showed up. It was really fun, and we really enjoyed it
And then, after it was over, Richarlyson informed us that he was leaving QSMP. He did not give a reason as far as I know, and I don't think it's smart or fair to speculate. I have my own ideas as to why, but I know that sharing them wouldn't be productive
Not long after, over on Phil's stream, Chayanne and Lullah informed us that they were leaving as well. They did talk pretty vaguely about "The next time they wake up," but this could have likely been some flowery language and not literal. There's a strong chance they will not wake up in QSMP again
As of now, Pepito and Leo are the only Eggs confirmed to still be part of the project, but I'm not really sure what the future will hold for them
Like I said before, I am personally hoping this is a sort of indefinite hiatus. Like they're leaving and there's a strong chance they won't come back, but there could be a non-zero chance sometime in the future. I would not get my hopes up for this though, because the chances of that happening are most likely very slim
I am honestly really sad about this development, but we all knew this couldn't last forever. I wish we had a better resolution, but this is how things are for now. I don't know if this is related to the Admin Situation or not, but again, since that hasn't been confirmed, we shouldn't speculate. It's just as possible that they felt they were done with this chapter of their life, which is entirely fair. I will never hold this decision against them, and I really hope others don't either. I wish them the best, and I wish you all the best as well, QSMPblr
Because I'm honestly not sure where I'm gonna go from here. Chayanne and Lullah were a huge reason I was so invested with QSMP, and the same goes for all the other Eggs. And while I'd love to say that I'll definitely stick around 100%, I'm just not sure I'll do that. I guess we'll see, but if I start petering out after this, know that I had a hell of a time over here
I've never been part of a fandom to this capacity before, and I had a hell of a time. Theorizing, ranting, sharing my thoughts, it was all a blast. And I wanna say that I might not have interacted with others due to anxiety, but I was always so happy to see that people liked what I had to say, and seeing that some people were coming back for it, or going through my blog and liking everything. I may have never said anything, but I saw you, and I appreciate you all so much
I might start talking about more non-QSMP Stuff here too, so if anyone who followed me JUST for QSMP, sorry. But I don't want this blog to die out, because it's been such a fun chapter for me. It might be a new chapter now, but I'm still gonna be here for it
Thanks again everyone. Thanks Egg Admins, Non-Egg Admins, QSMP Creators, QSMPblr, and Everyone else in-between
And of course, Thanks Quackity, for making such an incredible experience
It's been a wild ride
#You guys will never understand what it means for me to say that last sentence#I'm actually choking up right now#I really don't cry very often#But I'm getting really close here and it sucks#I'm gonna miss them#And I'm gonna miss the magic that was happening here for so long#But I had fun#And I don't regret it#So if this is goodbye#Then goodbye#But if not#Then I'll see you all later#qsmp#qsmp eggs#qsmp quackity#quackity
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The Dying Star
Additional chapter, Ray-centric character study, Episode 10 (when Ray's father reveals him that he was wrong in his thoughts, Ray gets self deprecating once again - oh that moment when he sits at the table, ouch)
Sand begged Ray not to burn him as he kissed the surface of him â why nobody warned him not to get close to the sun? Why cannot Ray stop clinging to Sand every time, knowing he gives him nothing but tormented skin and scars for life?
#ray is such a source for poetry about broken people#i don't think i fully did justice to what he was going through after that moment but#i had some thoughts and metaphors and wanted to express them#and well if I'm not going to write down what i think about when I'm trying to fall asleep#i will not remember the phrases later and will regret losing them so#might as well write them down on ao3#so what if a couple of sentences in notes turned into >1k words?#i cannot control myself writing just like ray cannot stop going to sand#ofts#only friends the series#only friends#ofts ray#ray#sandray#raysand#only friends ray#ofts fanfic#dropthefanfic#my works#fanfic#dropthefanfic ofts
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#vent#vent post#Sevenâs Public Diary#took me thirty five godforsaken minutes to reply to one single text message#whatâs the point of anything anymore. i wanna just lay down in a ditch and give the fuck up#im so tired#i canât keep up! i cannot do this shit! iâm inching toward a breaking point!#shouldnât ever take that long to cobble together four fucking sentences. thereâs something so very very wrong with me#canât remember the last time i said or typed something out and Didnât regret it#i canât tell if itâs the autism or the social anxiety or the asocial-ness or the years of isolation or what but. uhm Somethingâs to blame#is anyone in the market for a good-for-nothing housepet. âŚ/hj#iâm Very quiet and Mostly potty trained. but im also scared of everything and require a lot of food so. itâs a bad deal tbh lmao#okay thats enough self-pity. thereâll be time for more later but not now#time to wrangle the fragmented pieces of my broken brain together long enough to get some holiday shopping done. joy joy joy.#fucking hate the holidays and i hate this family. and this life. and this body. and this brain. but i canât escape it#just gotta reach the point where i can stop feeling it all so deeply. hey siri how do i turn off my emotions#oh whatâs that? it took me nearly 30 minutes to make this stupid fucking vent post? yeah that sounds about right. sigh
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ââ 𦹠! pretty when you cry - c.s
MEAN!chris sturniolo x CRYBABY!femreader
â: "take it justâ fuckâŚjust like thatâŚyour pussy was fucking made fâme"
á°.á WC: 7k
â ď¸: SMUT!, established relationship, mean!chris x crybaby!reader, alcohol usage, unprotected p in v (no bueno), fingering, oral (f!receiving), PETNAMES ( baby, ma, sweet girl, & big girl is used like twice but not necessarily as a pet name pls spare međ) +++ so much more.
⢠REQUESTED?: yes! in this ask.
⢠AUTHORS NOTE: THIS IS AN ORIGINAL STORYLINE. i DONT allow any copying, "inspiration" or plagiarism. NOT proof read, sorry for any typos :,)
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chris was pissed.
not only had you ditched lunch plans with him to go shopping with nick and madison, but it was now 7:21pm and he was sat in the passenger seat of matts car reading off directions to your current location.
while you started off the day with plans for a simple shopping spree, Nick and Madison quickly turned the trip into a "two girls and a gay" extravaganza. despite your initial reluctance, the combined power of Madison's fluttering eyelashes and Nick's charm convinced you to join in on their mimosafest. by the fourth glass, you were already feeling a bit fuzzy, but then Nick reminded you of his and Madisonâs upcoming month-long tour. that was the final nail in the coffinâyou knew you wouldnât survive that long without your bestie trio.
the decision to join in on the club night with Nick and Madison had led you here, four hours and countless drinks later. you had lost track of everythingâhow many drinks each of you had, or even what they were. all you knew was that the alcohol coursing through your veins was making you want to dance. with a bit of persuasive coaxing, you managed to drag both Nick and Madison out onto the dance floor. you three let your bodies move to the beat of the music, laughing and squealing as random girls joined in on your carefree dance party.
caught up in the laughter and music, you had completely forgotten about notifying Chris of your plans to go clubbing. in fact, you werenât even sure if you still had your phone, or if it was tucked away somewhere in the uber you used to get here.
feeling regret bubbling up in your gut, knowing that not letting Chris know about your plans to party was a mistake thatâd bite you in the ass later but the alcohol coursing through your veins quickly did an excellent job at putting your worries at bay.
as you danced with complete abandon, Chris was positively seething. Matt couldnât help but glance at his brother every so often, concern etched on his face. Chris was gritting his teeth, his hand gripping his phone so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.
Matt tried to keep a light atmosphere in the car, his voice strained as he attempted to crack a few jokes. however, knowing that his brotherâs mood and behavior were all directed towards you, made the air in the car thick with tension.
Matt and Chris hopped out of the car and hurried to the front of the line, explaining to the bouncer that they didn't intend to stay in the club but just wanted to pick up Chris's girlfriend, his brother, and their friend. once granted entry, Chris instantly started searching the club for you, weaving through flashing lights, loud music, and drunken people bumping into him, each interaction adding to his growing irritation. he clenched his jaw so tightly, his teeth began to ache.
Chrisâs eyes were laser-focused as he walked around, scanning the sea of dancers in the hopes of spotting you. the mixture of frustration, worry, and anxiety only fueled his determination to find you as quickly as possible.
Chris and Matt forcefully pushed throught the crowd, making their way to where you and Madison were dancing. when Madison saw Chris approach, she stopped mid-sentence, quickly giving you a nudge to turn around. upon seeing Chris, your initial look of confusion morphed into a wide grin.
"CHRIS!!!!" you squealed with excitement, intoxicated and oblivious to his angry demeanor. you threw yourself into his arms, your body pressed against his.
Chrisâs jaw ticked as he caught you, his arms wrapping around your waist in an almost possessive manner. he felt relieved to have found you, but his anger was still present. he leaned down to speak into your ear so you could hear him over the music.
"come on." Chris muttered, his voice low and firm. he gently but firmly guided you and Madison toward the exit, his grip on your waist keeping you close to his side.
as Chris navigated you and Madison through the club, Matt trailed behind them, struggling to keep a stumbling Nick in tow. Matt firmly grabbed onto Nick's arm, tugging him along with them as they all exited the club.
the cold night air hit you, a sharp contrast to the warm and crowded environment of the club. Chris's grip on your waist didn't loosen as he led you to the waiting car where Matt had managed to steer Nick into the backseat.
Chris opened the back door of the car, his gaze locked onto yours as he helped you into the seat. you stumbled slightly in your intoxicated state, but he steered you into the middle, making room for Madison and Nick to sit on either side.
meanwhile, Matt was wrestling with a giggling Nick in the backseat, struggling to keep him still as he attempted to buckle his seatbelt.
once you were both settled in the middle, Chris shut the door behind you before making his way to the passenger seat in the front. Matt finally managed to secure a giggling Nick in place, and quickly rounded the car to get into the driver's seat himself.
the atmosphere in the car was tense, the silence punctuated only by the occasional burst of laughter from Nick. Chris sat in the passenger seat, his jaw still clenched and his eyes fixed on you through the rearview mirror. Matt started the car, ready to pull out and head home.
with your mind slightly clouded by alcohol, you feel a wave of clingy neediness wash over you. Youâre not fully aware of Chrisâs anger towards you, and all you want is to be close to him and receive attention. you lean forward, awkwardly wrapping your arms around his arm, snuggling up to him and nuzzling your face against his shoulder, ignoring the way your seatbelt was digging into your torso.
âpssst, Chris,â you whisper loudly into his ear, your breath warm against his skin.
you attempts to get his attention go ignored as Chris stubbornly remains silent. he continues staring straight ahead, ignoring your drunken behavior. you pout in disappointment as Chris continues to give you the cold shoulder, the silence in the car feeling like a dagger. you release your grip on his arm, but your hand continues to rest on his shoulder, drawing small circles.
Chris impatiently shrugs your hand off his shoulder, growing increasingly irritated by your behavior. this causes you to pout further, and you huff in response, leaning back in your seat and sulking.
as a result, you begin babbling to both Nick and Madison, all of you slurring your words due to the copious amounts of alcohol you've consumed.
the three of you talk over each other, laughing loudly and speaking in a mixture of exaggerated tones and drunken mumbles. Chris clenches his jaw tighter in frustration, the noise and your intoxication only worsening his already shitty mood.
Chris's irritation increases with every second that passes, the sound of your drunken laughter grating on the nerves. he glances at you through the rearview mirror every so often, watching as you chatter away to Nick and Madison, seemingly oblivious to his anger.
Matt is focused on the road ahead, occasionally sneaking glances at the three of you through the rearview mirror as he drives the car home. he can sense the tension emanating from Chris and feels the weight of the situation. however, he keeps his focus on getting all five of you back safely without any distractions.
the incessant chattering from the backseat finally pushes Chris over the edge, causing him to snap. he turns around in his seat, his eyes fixed on the three of you in the back.
"bruh can yall shut the fuck up," he snarls, his voice sharp and filled with annoyance. "youâre fuckin annoying me."
silence quickly fills the car as you all snap your mouths shut.
Madison remains calm, slightly surprised by Chris's outburst but choosing not to provoke him further. Nick's sassiness gets the better of him, and he throws a quick retort at Chris, which only serves to irritate him even more.
on the other hand, your sensitivity and intoxication has tears pricking at your eyes in response to Chris's harsh words. you pout and sniffle, hurt by his tone.
as tears stream down your drunken red cheeks, Chris's expression remains stoic, showing no sympathy for you. seeing your emotional reaction only adds fuel to his anger, as he views it as an attempt to manipulate his emotions. his jaw clenches once more, his eyes narrow, and he swiftly turns back around in his seat, staring straight ahead as if refusing to look at you any longer.
still completely ignorant to the anger aimed towards you, radiating off of him, you reach forward and tap Chrisâs shoulder, wanting his attention. Chris immediately stiffens at your touch, his jaw muscle twitching with irritation. however, your obliviousness only fuels his frustration. he snaps his head around, his eyes flashing with anger as he glares at you, his voice harsh as he snarls out. "What?"
although you flinch slightly at the sharpness in his tone, you maintain your oblivious demeanor and try to muster up a pouty expression. despite the alcohol clouding your judgment, a small voice inside of you cautions you against pushing his buttons too far, but the liquid courage bubbling in your veins compels you to proceed regardless.
you reach forward and rest your hand on his upper arm, gently tracing your fingers along his bicep as you give him your best puppy dog eyes.
"câmon, Chris," you murmur, your voice whiny and pleading. "why are you being so mean to me?"
your touch and plea for attention only succeed in infuriating him further. his muscles tense under your fingers, his eyes narrowing as he glares at your drunken, pouting face.
"mean to you? youâre the one who went out and got drunk without letting anyone know," he retorts, his voice laced with irritation. "you could have at least had the decency to send me a goddamn text."
sensing the rising tension between you and Chris, Matt quickly turns up the volume of the music, trying to drown out the conversation happening. the upbeat tune blasts through the speakers, drawing the attention of both Nick and Madison, who begin to bob their heads to the beat.
with the music cranked up, your conversation with Chris becomes less audible to the others, but they can still sense the thick atmosphere in the car. Nick and Madison exchange occasional glances, silently listening in while pretending to focus on the music.
you pout your lips in slight indignation, your alcohol-induced brain still not fully comprehending the situation. you look up at him with watery eyes and say, "well, i just wanted to have a good time with Madi and Nick. youâre so boring, never wanting to go out with us."
for a moment, Chrisâs irritation morphs into disbelief, his eyebrows rising slightly at your audacity. He snorts sarcastically before retorting, "boring? you call me boring but then pull a stunt like this. real mature."
your mouth opens and closes repeatedly, struggling to form a coherent response to his comment. youâre too inebriated to realize that your actions tonight are anything but mature. the alcohol has rendered you emotionally vulnerable and childish, and your words start to sound more like a desperate plea rather than a valid argument.
"i just wanted to have fun," you repeat, your voice bordering on a whine. "why are you always so serious? i can take care of myself, y'know."
after your reply, Chris looks at you for a moment, his expression a mix of frustration and disbelief. He shakes his head, unable to believe the level of immaturity you're displaying.
as the rest of the car ride passes in relative silence, you, Nick, and Madison slowly start to drift off to sleep in the back seat, the alcohol and exhaustion from the night finally taking their toll.
Matt pulls the car into the driveway, the engine purring to a stop. Nick, roused by the car coming to a halt, wakes up with a disoriented groan. he clambers out of the backseat, his movements clumsy and disoriented as the alcohol still affects his motor skills.
Matt quickly gets out of the car and aids Madison in getting out, guiding her toward the house. meanwhile, Chris grudgingly exits the vehicle and assists you, his touch firm but not exactly gentle.
Chris wraps his hand around your upper arm, guiding and steadying you as you stumble out of the car. youâre still half-asleep but conscious enough to recognize his touch. however, even in your exhausted state, you instinctively lean into him, seeking his warmth and comfort, despite the tension between both of you.
Matt guides Madison and Nick to Nick's room as they mutter a slurred "goodnight" before disappearing behind the door. Chris turns his attention to you, his lips pressed into a thin line. he silently leads you into the bedroom, his demeanor remaining stoic and distant.
once inside, he silently helps you undress, carefully removing your clothes in a detached but efficient manner.
as Chris helps you undress, the alcohol in your system loosens your tongue, and you start to babble in a sleepy, slurred voice.
"missed you sâmuch today." you sigh, pouting slightly, your eyes half-lidded.
however, Chris remains largely unresponsive, his jaw clenched as he focuses on getting you into something comfortable to sleep in. ignored, your pout deepens, and you let out a small whine.
you continue to pout, frustration mounting within you at Chris's lack of response. you look up at him, your bottom lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout. With an air of drunken petulance, you whine again.
"why won't you talk to me? i said i missed you."
once more, Chris continues to act as if he can't hear your whiney plea. he grabs a soft t-shirt from the dresser and gestures for you to lift your arms up so he can slip it over your head.
his expression remains stoic, giving no hint of whether he's actively ignoring you or simply too focused on getting you comfortable for bed.
after helping you into bed and adjusting the covers, Chris stands next to the bed and nods toward you, signaling that he's done. He then mutters, "gonna take a shower."
with that, he turns and walks to the bathroom, disappearing inside and shutting the door behind him.
the alcohol gradually takes effect, and your inhibitions start to slip. as you lie in bed, your mind begins to wander. the physical absence of Chris, combined with your intoxicated state, starts to awaken a more primal part of you.
a feeling of desire and neediness starts to bubble within you. you find yourself craving his touch, his voice, his presence. your thoughts start to turn down a more sultry and suggestive path.
your mind starts to paint vivid images as you think of Chris in the shower. you imagine the water cascading down his muscled body, the steam clinging to his skin, and the towel hanging around his hips.
the thought alone sends a wave of heat through your body, your pulse quickening at the mental image playing out in your mind. your cheeks flush as your imagination runs wild.
the vivid imagery and growing arousal only intensify as your drunken mind continues to wander. your hand slowly trails down your body, fingertips grazing over the swell of your breasts before dipping lower, teasing along the waistband of your panties.
you squirm against the sheets, aching for more contact. a soft moan escapes your lips as you picture Chris stepping out of the shower, droplets of water glistening on his torso. in your mind's eye, he catches you staring and smirks knowingly, letting the towel drop to the floor.
lost in the fantasy, your fingers slip beneath the fabric, seeking relief from the building heat between your thighs. you arch into your own touch, breath coming faster now as you lose yourself to the sensations and forbidden imaginings of your boyfriend.
with trembling fingers, you slide your panties down, exposing your slick folds to the cool air of the room. your breathing grows ragged as you delve two digits inside yourself, curling them to stroke that sensitive spot deep within. soft, drunken moans spill from your parted lips, echoing in the quiet of the night.
as you pleasure yourself, the distant sound of the shower stills, replaced by the creak of the bathroom door opening. water droplets from Chris' damp skin sparkle in the dim light as he pads silently towards the bed, his eyes locked onto the intimate scene unfolding before him.
your pulse races at being caught in such a compromising position, but instead of pulling away, you continue to touch yourself shamelessly, lost in the throes of desire.
Chris stands at the foot of the bed, the towel draped low around his hips, barely covering the prominent bulge straining against the fabric. His piercing gaze is fixed intently on the erotic display before him - your slender fingers dancing across your sensitive flesh, coaxing pleasure from your quivering core.
"please, Chris," you whimper, your voice thick with lust, "touch me... i need you..." but he remains motionless, simply observing your desperate pleas with an unreadable expression.
undeterred, you bring your other hand up to join the first, frantically rubbing your swollen clit in tight circles. your back arches off the mattress, a keening moan ripping from your throat as the tension builds. Chris' eyes never leave your face, drinking in every gasp, every shudder, every plea for release.
Chris sinks down beside you on the bed, his movements deliberate and controlled. he reaches out, his palm cool against your inner thigh, gently but firmly parting your legs wider apart. you tremble under his touch, a mix of nervousness and anticipation coursing through you.
without a word, he settles himself between your splayed legs, his face mere inches from your dripping cunt. the intoxicating scent of your arousal fills his nostrils as he leans in closer, his warm breath ghosting over your most intimate area. your fingers slow their frantic pace, almost ceasing movement altogether as you await his next action, heart pounding in your chest.
as Chris's face hovers tantalizingly close, you instinctively shift your hands, trying to draw him in, to capture his mouth against your aching clit. but he forestalls your advance, his strong grip closing around your hips, halting your movement.
"no, keep going," he commands harshly, his voice low and authoritative. his words send a thrill through you.
obediently, you resume stroking your clit, your fingers moving in time with the rapid beat of your heart. Chris watches intently, his dark eyes burning with an unspoken hunger as he drinks in the sight of you pleasuring yourself under his stern instruction. the contrast between his commanding demeanor and the vulnerability of your act only heightens the intensity of the moment.
despite your best efforts, the pressure builds to a crescendo, your climax hovering just out of reach. Frustrated and needy, you plead with Chris, "please, i need you..."
but he merely scoffs, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he mocks your words from earlier "you can take care of yourself ma."
your frustration mounts as you struggle to reach completion, your small hands inadequate to satisfy the intense ache pulsing through you. tears of desperation prick at the corners of your eyes as you writhe beneath Chris' watchful gaze.
"pleaseâŚ" you whimper, your voice raw with need. "i can't... i need you to make me come."
Chris' smirk only widens at your pitiful pleas, clearly enjoying the power he holds over you. "what's wrong, baby? can't handle taking care of yourself like a big girl?" he taunts, his tone dripping with condescension.
tears stream down your face as you shake your head frantically, too far gone to care about preserving any semblance of pride. the effects of the alcohol in your system slowly dissipating as your body grows hungrier for his touch. "no, please... mâsorryâ need you so badly."
Chris' eyes narrow as he takes in your tear-streaked face, your desperate pleas hanging heavy in the air between you. for a long moment, he simply stares, his expression inscrutable. then, without warning, he surges forward, his mouth crashing against your dripping cunt in a brutal kiss.
a strangled cry tears from your throat at the sudden contact, your hips bucking involuntarily against his face. his tongue delves deep, lapping at your essence greedily as he feasts upon you. the stubble of his chin scrapes deliciously against your sensitive flesh, adding a new dimension to the overwhelming sensations consuming you.
your hands fly to his hair, tangling in the damp strands as you hold him in place, afraid he might pull away.
Chris devours you with a ferocity that borders on punishing, his tongue lashing against your sensitive nub with ruthless precision. each flick and swirl sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
your fingers tighten their grip on his hair, nails scraping against his scalp as you grind yourself shamelessly against his face. broken moans and incoherent pleas tumble from your lips, lost in the haze of ecstasy that threatens to consume you whole.
just as you teeter on the brink of oblivion, Chris pulls away abruptly, leaving you bereft and wanting. you whine in protest, your hips jerking upwards in a futile attempt to recapture his touch. he chuckles darkly, his breath hot against your swollen clit.
"not yet, ma,"
Chris continues his relentless assault, his tongue delving deeper into your heated core. every lick, every swirl brings you closer to the precipice, each wave of pleasure building upon the last until you're left gasping and writhing beneath him.
his fingers find your swollen clit, pinning it against his thumb as he begins to circle the sensitive nub mercilessly. a choked sob escapes your lips as the dual assault of his mouth and hand pushes you further than you've ever been before.
your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure ripple through your core. your cries echo throughout the room as you ride out the aftershocks, completely spent and utterly satisfied.
before you can even catch your breath, Chris is on you again, his mouth descending upon your sensitive flesh once more. the sensation is almost too much to bear, your oversensitive skin crying out in protest even as your body betrays you, craving more.
he laps at your essence hungrily, his tongue delving deep into your fluttering walls as if seeking to claim every last drop. your hands fist in the sheets, your knuckles turning white as you clench the fabric, anchoring yourself against the overwhelming tide of sensation.
Chris' fingers join the fray, two digits plunging into your slick heat as he curls them just right, hitting that sweet spot within you that makes stars explode behind your eyelids. your hips buck wildly, meeting his thrusts with abandon as you chase another peak, another shattering release.
lost in a haze of pleasure, you find yourself unable to form coherent words. all that escapes your lips are broken moans and garbled pleas, your mind too focused on the exquisite sensations radiating from your core to string together a proper sentence.
as Chris works you towards another earth-shattering orgasm, your body arches off the bed, your back bowing as you surrender yourself fully to the overwhelming ecstasy. your thighs quiver, your muscles tensing as the coil within you winds tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment.
with a final, brutal thrust of his fingers and a hard suckle of your clit, Chris sends you hurtling over the edge once more. your vision whites out, your world narrowing down to the singular point where his mouth meets your cunt as you come undone beneath him, screaming his name like a prayer.
as the last tremors of your orgasm fade, Chris suddenly sits up. before you can voice your disappointment, his palm connects sharply with your sensitive mound, sending a jolt of painful pleasure racing up your spine.
the unexpected sting has you gasping, your eyes flying open wide as you stare up at Chris in shock. He grins wickedly down at you, clearly relishing the effect his actions have had on you. by this point your absolutely positive any trace of alcohol in your system has been completely fucked out.
without warning, he shifts your limp, satiated body effortlessly, maneuvering you onto his lap as he leans back against the headboard. His throbbing cock presses insistently against your thigh through the towel, a reminder of his own pent-up desire.
Chris settles you comfortably in his lap, his strong arms encircling your waist as he holds you close. you can feel the heat of his skin seeping into yours, his heart beating a steady rhythm beneath your cheek. for a moment, you allow yourself to relax into his embrace, savoring the intimacy of the moment.
then, slowly, teasingly, Chris begins to rock his hips, grinding his still-clothed erection against your sensitive folds. the friction sends sparks of pleasure dancing along your nerve endings, reigniting the fire within you despite your exhaustion.
his hands roam your body possessively, mapping every curve and hollow as if committing you to memory. he lifts your shirt up slightly and dips his head, capturing one pert nipple between his teeth and tugging gently, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips.
"look at you," he mocks, his tone dripping with desire and sarcasm.
Chris chuckles low in his throat, the sound sending vibrations through your chest as he continues to toy with your nipples, alternating between gentle tugs and soft bites.
âacting like such a big girl, blowing me off all day without so much as a text. and now, here you are, practically begging for my attention."
his words should offend you, but instead, they only serve to stoke the flames of your neediness. you squirm in his lap, your hips rolling instinctively against his clothed arousal as you seek relief from the ache building within you.
"you're such a needy little thing, aren't you?" Chris taunts.
your cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and arousal at Chris' mocking words. despite the teasing, you can't deny the truth in his statement - you did blow him off today, and now you're practically climbing his body in an attempt to satisfy the gnawing hunger within you.
"i...i forgot..." you start to defend yourself, but the words trail off as Chris' fingers find your sensitive clit, circling the swollen bud with maddening slowness. a whimper escapes your lips, your hips bucking involuntarily into his touch.
"you..you forgot what, ma?" Chris prompts, his voice a low purr as he mocks your stuttering.
"i-i was just hanging out with Nick and Madison," you stammer, trying to focus on the conversation despite the intense stimulation Chris is providing. "we got caught up talking and lost track of time. i didn't mean to ignore you!"
Chris listens patiently, his expression unreadable as he allows you to explain yourself. but then, with a sudden movement, he tugs the towel loose from under him, letting it fall away to reveal his fully erect cock standing proudly at attention.
the sight takes your breath away, and for a moment, you forget all about your excuses, your gaze fixated on the thick length of him. Chris smirks knowingly, his free hand stroking himself lazily as he waits for you to continue.
you lean in, your intention clear as you reach for Chris' impressive erection. but before your fingers can make contact, his hand shoots out, slapping yours away with a firm "nuh uh."
he punctuates the denial with a mocking kiss of his teeth, a frown falls onto your face.
Chris' grip tightens around your wrist, holding your hand captive in his lap as he looks at you with a mixture of amusement and sternness.
Chris releases your wrist only to grasp your chin firmly, tilting your face up to meet his intense gaze. "listen up, because iâm only going to say this once," he says, his voice low and authoritative. "tonight, you put me in a world of shit, worrying about where you were and if you were okay. whole damn time you were just out there living it up, completely unaware of the stress you caused me."
he pauses, studying your reaction before continuing. "let me make one thing crystal clear: iâm in charge here, ma. when you neglect to check in or consider someone else's feelings, you end up in trouble. and right now? you're in a whole lot of it."
Chris' thumb brushes across your lower lip, his touch both soothing and threatening. "so here's what's going to happen."
Chris leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers his demands. "first, you're going to apologize properly for putting me through hell tonight. then, you're going to show me just how sorry you really are."
with those words, Chris claims your mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep to stake its claim. his hands roam your body possessively, squeezing and kneading every inch of exposed skin until you're writhing in his lap, desperate for more.
Chris breaks the kiss, his chest heaving as he looks down at you with a mix of lust and control. "apologize," he commands, his voice rough with desire.
you swallow hard, your mind racing to process the intensity of the situation. but with Chris' piercing gaze boring into you, you know there's no room for hesitation. "iâm sorry," you begin, your voice trembling slightly. âmâreally, really sorry for worrying you and not checking in. it thoughtless and selfish of me..."
as you continue apologizing, Chris starts to stroke himself again, his movements slow and deliberate. each word from your lips seems to spur him on, his cock twitching in anticipation.
your apologies tumble from your lips, tears begin to stream down your face, guilt overwhelming you. Chris watches impassively, his eyes cold as he listens to your words. suddenly, he cuts you off mid-sentence, feigning sympathy as he pulls you into a brief, patronizing hug.
"oh, poor baby," he coos mockingly. "you feel so bad, don't you sweet girl? gonna make it up me, hm?"
before you can respond, Chris grabs your hips roughly and positions you over his throbbing cock. With no warning whatsoever, he slams you down onto him, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. the sudden intrusion steals the air from your lungs, pain and pleasure mingling in a dizzying rush.
your fingers dig into Chris' shoulders as he buries himself inside you, the sensation overwhelming. "wait!" you gasp, trying to halt his movements. "tâ..too muchâŚ"
â âtoo muchâ too fucking bad, i donât care. take it.â he mocks you as his hands grip your hips tightly as he grinds you down onto him. the pain is almost unbearable, but mixed with the pleasure, it feels incredibly good. you try to push back against him, but his hold is unyielding, leaving you trapped beneath his powerful frame.
Chris holds you steady, his pace relentless as he pounds into you with increasing force. the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your muffled cries and his guttural groans.
despite your initial protests, your body begins to adapt, craving the intense friction and fullness Chris provides. you arch your back, meeting each thrust with a desperate grind of your own, the pleasure building rapidly within you.
"fuck, look at you," Chris growls, his eyes dark with lust as he watches you take him. "love seeing you get used to my cock, y/n.â
your body betrays you, responding to Chris' dominant thrusts with a growing need for more. the pain has transformed into a sharp, delicious ache, fueling the rising heat between your thighs.
"please..." you whimper, as your hips move instinctively to meet his, seeking that perfect angle for maximum pleasure. tears still streak your face, but they're tinged with a strange, exhilarating mix of shame and arousal.
"thatâs it, baby," he encourages, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "take it justâ fuckâŚjust like thatâŚyour pussy was fucking made fâmeâ
chris continues to pound into you mercilessly, his rhythm unrelenting. each thrust pushes you closer to the edge, the pressure building relentlessly within you.
your walls clench around him involuntarily, your body betraying your resistance. despite your earlier pleas, you find yourself pushing back against him eagerly now, desperate for release.
"fuck yeah," Chris groans in approval, feeling your tight walls quiver and spasm around his cock. "fucking love seeing you squirm on my dick.â
Chris' grip on your hips tightens to the point of pain as he increases his tempo, each thrust driving deeper and harder than before. his breath comes in harsh pants, his face twisted in a mask of raw, animalistic lust.
"you wanted this, didn't you?" he snarls, his voice dripping with cruel mockery. "wanted me to fuck you senseless, make you cum all over my cock?"
his words cut through the haze of pleasure, striking a nerve even as your body continues to respond eagerly to his brutal assault. a part of you recoils at the degrading language, but another part, darker and more primal, craves the domination, the complete loss of control.
Chris leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "this is what happens when you forget your place, ma. when you think you can run wild and free, without considering the consequences."
he punctuates his words with a particularly vicious thrust, grinding his pelvis against yours. the movement sends shockwaves of pleasure-pain through your core, drawing a choked moan from your throat.
"that's right, let me hear you," Chris taunts, his voice a sinful purr. "moan for me, baby. let everyone know who owns this pussy."
Chris doesn't bother to quiet his increasingly loud grunts and groans, fully aware that anyone nearby could likely hear the lewd sounds of his dominance.
"fuck, you're so goddamn tight," he growls, his hips snapping against yours with ruthless precision. "gonna ruin this cunt for anyone else, make sure you never forget who you belong to."
the sheer audacity of his declaration, coupled with the brutal intensity of his thrusts, leaves you breathless and utterly at his mercy. even with the humiliation of being so thoroughly claimed, you can't deny the intoxicating thrill that courses through you, the knowledge that you've been marked, owned, in the most primal way possible.
your voice barely audible over the obscene slap of flesh against flesh. "please, Chris...i can't...it's too much..."
but even as the words leave your lips, your body continues to respond to his relentless pounding, your inner walls fluttering and clenching around his invading length. the conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure swirl together, threatening to consume you entirely.
Chris seems to relish your struggles, his pace never faltering as he drives home his point, his dominance over you absolute. "too much?" he scoffs, his breath hot against your neck. "you wanted this, ma. now you're gonna take it."
without warning, Chris yanks you off his cock and spins you around, forcing you to drop to your hands and knees on the bed. he yanks your hips back, your ass raised high and inviting.
"fucking perfect," he murmurs, running a hand over the curve of your rear possessively. then, with a swift, brutal thrust, he sheathes himself back inside you, stretching you open once more.
Chris sets a punishing rhythm, his hips slapping against your ass as he takes you from behind. the new angle allows him to hit even deeper, the head of his cock battering relentlessly at your cervix with each powerful stroke.
"look at that ass bounce," he pants, his grip on your hips tightening. "so beautiful, taking my cock like a good little slut."
Chris brings his palm down hard on the rounded globe of your ass, the crack of the impact ringing out in the room. a bright red handprint blooms instantly on your tender flesh, marking you as his property.
the sudden sting sends a jolt straight to your core, triggering an intense orgasm that crashes through you without warning. your vision whites out, your entire body shaking as wave after wave of ecstasy consumes you.
but Chris shows no mercy, continuing to pound into you even as you convulse around him, milking his cock with rhythmic spasms. the added stimulation only seems to spur him on, his strokes becoming faster, harder, more frenzied.
"thatâs it, cum on my cock like a good little whore," he growls, one hand fisting in your hair as he yanks your head back. "fucking take it."
as the aftershocks of your third orgasm subside, you collapse further into the bed, your mind reeling from the intensity of your orgasm. Chris continues to rut into you with abandon, his movements erratic and driven by his own impending release.
"ahh, f-fuck...so g-good," you stutter, your words tumbling out in a breathless, incoherent stream. "c-can't...can't believe how much...oh god, Chris!"
your body, still sensitive from the brutal fucking, responds to every twitch and throb of his cock inside you. the sensation is almost too much to bear, your nerves stretched taut and singing with pleasure.
Chris grunts, his pace faltering as he nears his peak. "gonna...fuck, gonna fill this pussy up," he gasps, his fingers digging into your hips.
with a final, guttural groan, Chris pulls out of you abruptly, leaving you empty and aching. he flips you over onto your back, looming above you with a predatory gleam in his eyes.
"not done with you yet, ma," he says, his voice low and menacing.
before you can react, he's crawling up your body, his mouth finding yours in a searing kiss. his tongue invades your mouth, claiming you thoroughly as his hands roam over your breasts and stomach.
when he finally breaks the kiss, you're left panting and dazed, your body thrumming with need. Chris smirks down at you, clearly enjoying the power he holds over you.
Chris grips your thighs, spreading them wide as he positions himself between them. his eyes lock onto yours, dark with lust and possession.
"wanna see your pretty face," he growls, his voice thick with desire.
with that, he surges forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. you cry out at the sudden intrusion, your body tensing around him.
Chris starts to move, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. each stroke is deep and purposeful, designed to stretch and claim you completely.
as he picks up speed, his gaze remains fixed on your face, drinking in every expression of pleasure and submission. the intensity of his stare only heightens your arousal, making you feel exposed and vulnerable beneath him.
Chris' thrusts become more urgent, his breathing growing ragged as he chases his release. his hands slide under your thighs, lifting and spreading your legs wider, opening you up completely to his possession.
"youâre mine, y/n," he pants, his voice strained with exertion. "this pussy belongs to me, understand? no one else gets to touch you like this."
his words, combined with the relentless pounding of his cock, push you closer to the edge once more. your body trembles beneath him, teetering on the brink of another shattering climax.
"beg for it," Chris demands, his hips snapping forward with bruising force. "beg me to fill you up, i know you want it."
"p-please, Chris!" you whimper, your voice breaking on a sob. "n-needâŚneed your cumâŚâ
your desperate plea seems to unleash something primal within him. Chris lets out a feral growl, his thrusts becoming savage and unrelenting as he drives towards his climax.
"yes, fuck yes," he snarls, his eyes blazing with raw hunger. "take it all, ma. i know you can do it"
with a final, brutal plunge, Chris buries himself to the hilt inside you. his cock throbs and pulses as he erupts, flooding your depths with his scorching hot release. wave after wave of his essence pumps into you, marking you irrevocably as his.
as Chris' orgasm subsides, he collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. you can feel his heart thundering against your chest, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he tries to catch his breath.
after a long moment, he lifts his head, looking down at you with a mix of satisfaction and possession. "i love you," his voice is soft with a low rumble.
he rolls off you, pulling you into his arms as he settles back against the pillows. despite the exhaustion that threatens to claim you, you find yourself curling into his side, seeking the warmth and security of his embrace.
Chris runs his fingers through your hair, gently brushing the sweat-dampened strands away from your face. thereâs a hint of tenderness in his touch, a stark contrast to the rough passion of moments before.
"weâre going to talk about this in the morning kid," he says softly, his tone firm but not unkind. "about you blowing me off, gotta to set some things straight, ma."
despite the gravity of his words, there's no real anger in his voice. instead, there's a sense of determination, a quiet insistence that he won't let this happen again.
for now, though, he simply holds you close, allowing you both to bask in the afterglow of your lovemaking. tomorrow will bring its own challenges, but for tonight, you're content to lose yourself in the comfort of his embrace.
you nod sleepily, already feeling the heaviness of exhaustion pulling you under. Chris tucks you in tighter, his arm a solid barrier across your waist.
" get some rest," he murmurs, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "sweet dreams my sweet girl"
as his warm breath washes over your skin, you let out a contented sigh, your eyelids drifting shut. the steady beat of Chris' heart and the gentle rise and fall of his chest lull you into a deep, dreamless sleep, unaware of the storm brewing on the horizon.
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roses [j.jh]
MDNI, 18+
SUMMARY | think i should text my ex (fwb)? what happens when jaehyun sees his ex-fwb with another guy?
PAIRING | ex fwb!jaehyun x afab!reader (with reader x jungwoo)
CONTENT | ex fwb to ?, college!au, unprotected sex (on pills), oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, creampie. (probably more that i missed but its just smut)
WORDS |Â 4.3k
A/N | im so bad at giving summaries but itâs basically roses by jaehyun :D not proofread
you knew how to get under jaehyunâs skin. well, not on purpose, but he sure as hell was sending daggers in your direction as he saw you all cozied up with a tall blond-haired guy at his frat party. jaehyun scoffed as he took a sip out of the red cup in his hand. how dare you bring a boy into his house in the first place.
jaehyunâs gaze never left you as you laughed at something the french fry guy said. âbet itâs not even funny.â he muttered to himself, rolling his eyes as you placed your hand on the guyâs arm.
âdude, what is the matter with you?â mark pulled him out of his trance, hitting him lightly on the arm. his best friend followed his gaze and smirked when he figured out what he was so worked up about. âisnât that y/n? didnât you use to date her?â
âwe did not date.â jaehyun moved his sight to glare at the younger boy instead. âi could care less about her.â
âcouldnât.â mark corrected him with a cheeky smile, âbut you already knew that, so iâm guessing you do care a tiny bit.â
you and jaehyun met at university when you were freshmen. you accidentally walked into the wrong room at your first college party when a certain someone was changing out his clothes and flashed you with his penis on your first week. you screamed and ran as fast as you could. moments later, mystery penis guy found you amidst the crowd and apologized profoundly, which left you confused because you were so sure you should be the one apologizing. nonetheless, you both decided to put it behind you and start fresh.
âjaehyun.â mystery penis guy introduced himself to you while handing you a red cup that was most likely filled with booze.
ây/n.â you accepted his cup, inspecting it. âyouâre not trying to drug me because i saw your dick, right?â
jaehyun laughed, and you smiled as he shook his head. that was the beginning of a new friendship.
until during your sophomore year, you were drunk crying over your ex, and you had jaehyun over because you needed a friend. he was awkwardly trying to pat your back while trying to keep a distance between the two of you. donât get him wrong, he found you attractive as fuck, and he would fuck you the moment you let him. but he was somehow scared to ruin the year-long friendship between the two of you, so he never acted on what his dick and heart told him to.
this night was different, though; you were vulnerable and needed to feel better about yourself. âhe said i couldnât suck dick properly!â you whined, which made jaehyun freeze. âwho breaks up with someone over that!â
jaehyun had to fight every bone in his body not to jump on you and kiss the living hell out of you. he felt apologetic that you were crying over a dumbass, but he couldnât help but find you cute. your cheeks flushed, makeup messy with tears. you looked perfect. âi think thatâs what they call an ick.â he tried lightening up the mood, but this just made you glare at him.
âiâll bite your dick off.â you punched his arm, which did little to no damage.
âouch, is that what you did while you were sucking his?â he rubbed his arm, but had the biggest smile on his face.
âyouâre not helping!â you covered your face with your hands.
jaehyun didnât know what possessed him then; he spoke without thinking about his words. âi could teach you a thing or two about givingâŚâ he immediately regretted what he was offering. he coughed before ending his sentence, looking everywhere around the room but at you. he let his dick do the talking as if you were stupid enough to agreeâ
âteach me.â
needless to say, you knew how to suck dick (even a few pointers on how to kiss and fuck) that night.
jaehyun tried to pull his eyes away from you as you whispered something in the guyâs ear before disappearing into the crowd and heading upstairs. now he was frustrated. you ended your year-long arrangement just merely two weeks ago, and you have already found someone new? you just moved on and had enough. god, he sounded so pathetic; he got it bad.
-Â
you lay in bed that night, chewing on your lip as you scrolled through your phone. you just left the party an hour ago after sleeping with another man. you felt weird. like what you did was wrong, but you couldnât exactly point out why.
as if the universe decided to play tricks on you, your phone vibrated in your hand. the contact âPLS DONT ANSWERâ on full display. you glanced at the time to see it was 2 am. you ran your fingers through your hair and sighed. closing your eyes, your finger swiped to answer the call.
âyou answered?â his voice echoing through the phone, surprised you picked up the phone.
âdonât make me regret it.â
âi saw you today.â
â⌠okay?â you knew he saw you. in fact, you made sure he saw you with jungwoo, aka the guy you fucked an hour ago.
âwith another guy.â mission success. you were being petty, but you were doing it for a reason (so you convinced yourself).
the very reason you broke off your arrangement with jaehyun was because you saw him with another girlâs tongue down his throat in a not-very-discrete section in the library two weeks ago. you could tell he enjoyed it by the way his hands were firmly gripping her ass. the sight made you sick to your stomach.
your agreement was strictly for physical reasons â you fucked, nothing more and nothing less. you were good friends who were having fantastic sex.
you don't know why the thought of him sleeping with other girls upset you. you both agreed to keep it physical. no strings attached, especially since you're both juniors and have to focus on finishing your degrees. yet why did it bother you he was out kissing girls?
âcongrats, you can see.â you cringed at your attempt to seem like a cool girl.
âcut the bullshit, y/n.â jaehyun rolled his eyes even though you couldnât see him. âyou broke up with me, then you slept with somebody else just two weeks after?â
âi wasnât aware we had a relationship that even allowed us to break up.â you opened your eyes. realizing how long you last talked to jaehyun, you hated to admit that you missed the sound of his voice.
âcalled it off, ghostedâwhatever you call it! you know what i mean.â
âi did not ghost you.â practically mumbling against the phone.
âa text saying âlet's stop thisâ is not an explanation, y/n. plus, that's besides that point!â
âi really don't want to talk about this right now, jaehyun.â
âfine. meet me tomorrow at the cafĂŠ you like at 2 pm.â and with that, he hung up on you.
-Â
jaehyun sat in an easy-to-spot area at the cafĂŠ you loved. how did he know? because you used to have little study dates in this very coffee shop (if you could even call it a date). his heart was beating out of his chest. he didnât know why his heart was beating so fast while he anticipated your presence. maybe he drank too much caffeine? he shook his head in an attempt to clear his mind. he wanted to believe that was the reason why he could not sit still.
the tiny bell at the front door rang, indicating a new customer. the sound made jaehyun whip his head up. there you were. a brown coat hugging your body, your hair in one of those clamps that held it up neatly. you were in the most basic clothes, yet you looked so beautiful. jaehyun smiled at the sight of you until he saw a dozen roses you had in your hands, the smile was replaced with a slight frown.
âhi, jae.â you breathed out, taking a seat on the empty spot in front of him. placing your belongings on the table, which included the bouquet that jaehyun was glaring at.
âaww, y/n, you didnât have to.â jaehyun took the bouquet from the table to inspect it, trying to catch a glimpse of a card with the sender's name on it.
âshut up.â you mumbled, snatching it from him. cheeks heating up, you avoided his gaze.
âiâm assuming it's from lover boy last night?â jaehyun huffed, crossing his arms across his chest. he looked absolutely silly right now.
âitâs none of your business.â you fought back. leaning against your seat, âwhyâd you want to see me anyway?âÂ
âi didnât.â he lied through his teeth, but you didnât know that. âi just think i deserve some kind of explanation as to why our,â he paused to think how he would label your relationship, âfriendship ended.â
âyouâre so annoying.â glaring at him, you contemplated why you even showed up in the first place.
âyou love me.â he grinned at you, flashing his damned dimples, to which you let out a snort. âwas he better than me?â
âvery much.â you smiled as he lost his grin. âbigger too.â
âweâre telling lies now?â jaehyun raised his eyebrow. âyou said your shit ex had a big dick, too, so i don't really trust your judgment.â you chewed your lip in annoyance, wanting to slap his irritatingly beautiful face.
âasshole.â
-Â
it had been a week since your last interaction with jaehyun. your little cafĂŠ meet-up didnât lead to anything as you still refused to tell him why you no longer wanted to see him. you would be lying if you said you had not thought of him at all. you missed him.
in the midst of doing your university work, your phone buzzed, a text message popping up on the screen.
PLS DONT ANSWER: are u awake
you stared at the message, with no intention of replying.
PLS DONT ANSWER: busy fucking french fry boy?
PLS DONT ANSWER: what position he got u in
you rolled your eyes at his last message. truth be told, jungwoo gave you the flowers as an apology. he apologized for sleeping with you that day, telling you how he was drunk and not over his ex, and he hoped that you would not take it the wrong way. you felt incredibly stupid and annoyed at how even in your attempt to forget jaehyun, you still failed.
the phone rang a few seconds later, but this time, you didnât pick up. not knowing what to say to him. missing the call, he didnât send anything after, making your heart sink.
you knew what you signed up for when you agreed to keep things physical between the two of you. although there were moments when it would seem like you two were a couple, you knew he would never like you like that. he was jeong fucking jaehyun for fucks sake. he could have any girl he looked at if he wanted to. you hear how women talk about him in the bathrooms, most of them very lewd. everyone wanted a taste of him. you couldn't blame them, even after having a taste of him, you still craved and came back for more.
a knock on your apartment door pulled you out of your trance. curious, you stood up to open it. there at your door was one very soaked jaehyun with a flowerâthat looked like it was picked out of a bushâin hand. his white shirt sticking to his chest, giving you a very slight peek of his toned body which gave you flashbacks to the nights you would spend together.
âjaehyun,â raising a brow, âwhy are you soaking wet?â you were sure there was not any weather forecast about rain tonight.
âit was raining andââ jaehyun let out, catching his breath, âwanted to see you.â pushing what looked like a rose in your direction. âhere.â
eyeing the rose, you carefully scanned his face as you took it from his hand. you stepped aside to let him in your apartment. he stepped inside, careful of spreading rainwater all over your place. âstay here, iâll get you something dry.â turning away from him, you walked towards your bedroom with your thoughts all over the place. why was he here? what was this rose about? and why did he look so fucking hot?
with a clean sweatshirt (that you were pretty sure was his) in hand, you walked back into the living room where you were greeted by jaehyunâs bare back faced to you as he looked at the pictures you had hung around. you bit your lip at the sight. feeling sparks shoot throughout your body.
you cleared your throat, which made jaehyun spin around to face you, shooting you a smile. you extended your arm to hand him the sweater, but he grabbed your arm instead and pulled your body against his. he was hugging you. you froze in place as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, feeling him inhale against your skin.
âmissed you.â feeling him mumble against your skin, âit was killing me knowing thereâs someone out there buying you roses.â
âjaehyun, are you drunk?â placing your hands against his bare chest to push him away and look him in the eyes.
he shook his head, âiâm not. iâm serious, y/n.â he took a step closer to you, âwhy do you not want me anymore?â his breath fanning on you, lips dangerously close to yours, making you feel hazy.
âyou know thatâs not true.â your voice was so tiny he barely heard what you said. his hands landed on your waist, rubbing on it softly.
âtell me what i did wrong, please.â his voice soft.
âjaehyun..â you warned, feeling him close the gap between the two of you, to which you shut your eyes as you waited for the soft feeling of his lips. but it never came, so you opened your eyes to see him staring at you with a teasing smile on his lips. you glared at him, scoffing. you pushed him away, chucking the sweater at him before retreating and heading to your bedroom.
you heard him call out for you. feeling your cheeks burn from embarrassment. you were about to slam the door behind you, but his strength prevented you from doing so.
âgo home, jaehyun.â you sternly said, wanting to bury yourself under the covers. you walked towards the bed, sitting on the edge.
âif you wanted a kiss that bad, you could have just asked.â jaehyun welcomed himself into your room. standing a few feet away from you, this time with the sweater you gave him on your body. he has been in your room plenty of times, so he has grown very familiar with where you keep everything.
âmaybe iâll ask jungwoo instead.â lie. but he doesnât know that. crossing your arms against your chest. not missing the way his eyes fell on your exposed chest. you were wearing a tiny tank top and lounge shorts since you were just planning on studying all night.
ânot fucking funny.â he walked over to you, stopping in between your legs before cupping your face with his hand. âmaybe i should remind you who you belong to.â his words making you dizzy.
âi donât belong to anyone.â you reminded him which made his eyes turn dark; he licked his lips, scanning your face. a sadistic grin forming on his face. he could tell you were trying to convince yourself of what you said, too.
âi thought you were supposed to be smart, princess.â he said, leaning down and planting his lips on yours. the kiss was hungry with the intention of reminding you of what you have been missing. you reciprocated his passion, arms flying to wrap around his neck. his tongue glided over your bottom lip before pushing it into your mouth, exploring your mouth, making you moan lightly. his other hand sneaked down to your clothed core and cupped it, which made you gasp and pull away from the kiss. âlook at you, already so wet, and i havenât even done anything.â
âyeah, and if you donât do anything about it soon, you know who iâll call.â teasing him, but he wasnât having any of it. he grabbed you by your thighs, which you instinctively wrapped around his waist. he laid you down on the bed, your head against your pillows. in a swift motion, your shirt and shorts were pulled away from your body and discarded somewhere in the room.
âI canât believe you let that asshole touch whatâs mine.â jaehyun groaned once he took in the mouthwatering sight in front of him. his intense gaze made you lose all your tough facade, wanting nothing more than to be engulfed by him. he climbed in between your legs, leaning down to kiss you once again, but this time, it was more passion than hunger, savoring your taste.
âiâm not yours.â you whispered against his lips, and you could tell he had enough of your teasing.
âiâll make you want to be mine.â kissing your jaw, leading down to your neck (making sure to suck on the spot he knew you loved), your chest before engulfing your nipple with his mouth. you whimpered as he sucked on the sensitive bud, his other hand circling the other nub with his thumb and index finger. his tongue exploring every inch of your tits, making you squirm under his touch. your hand flew up to his hair, lightly tugging on it, feeling the slickness from the rain. he pulled away from your chest after flicking his tongue against your nipple one last time. he sat up, grabbing the hem of his sweater and pulling it off him.
you bit your lip at the sight of his toned chest that you absolutely loved. you loved that he took care of himself in every way, especially his body. catching your gaze, he smirked. he, too, loved his own body.
jaehyun pressed a quick kiss on your lips before he went down on your body. your pussy in his face, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, pressing soft wet kisses against your skin. âgod, you smell fucking amazing.â
âjaehyun.â you cried out as he licked your wet folds. your hips thrusting, trying to get more, but his arms held you down. pressing a tiny kiss on your clit, his tongue darted out, licking your entrance, lapping around the area. moans spilling from your lips as he fucked you with his tongue. his hand sneaking around to rub your clit, which made you curse his name. âoh my god!â arching your back at the sudden sensation.
âmine.â jaehyun grunted against your pussy, retracting his arm from your thigh, circling around to glide his fingers up and down your folds. âmy pussy.â he said before inserting two fingers into your hole, making you gasp. his fingers easily slide in and out of you due to your wetness. the entire room fills up with the sounds of your pussy squelching as he continued to finger you, curling his fingers ever so often, which drove you insane. he attached his lips to your clit, sucking on the sensitive nerve as he continued the motions with his fingers.
âfuck, jaehyun, i canâtââ you barely got the words out as he inserted a third finger, making you gasp, and grip the sheets beneath you. your legs attempted to close but his grip on it prevented you from doing so. you felt the familiar coil gather in your stomach.
âsay it, say youâre mine, then iâll let you cum.â his breath fanning against you, fastening his pace as he fucks you with his fingers.
âmhm, fuck! iâm yours, jae.â your hips bucked upwards as you felt your orgasm coming. âplease, let me cum.â
âsee, was that so hard?â jaehyun rubbed your clit with his thumb, pushing you over the edge. you screamed out his name, body trembling as you came hard on his fingers. the sight of you arching your back went directly to his dick, hardening against his pants. he pulled his fingers out easily, covered in your cum. he sat up, bringing his fingers to his mouth. âso sweet, so pretty.â licking his creamy fingers clean.
chest heaving as you tried to recover from your high. you met jaehyunâs gaze, seeing him already staring at you. your eyes darted down, seeing his cock begging to be free from his jeans. arm extending, you palmed him through his jeans, hips bucking to meet your touch. âtake it off.â
âeager to finally get good dick?â jaehyun smirked, undoing the buttons of his pants.
âget out.â
âtaking my pants off right now.â he slid out of his jeans and boxers, cock springing out and bouncing off his stomach. your mouth watering at the sight. your hand reached out to grab his shaft, pumping it before gliding your fingers over the slit, spreading the precum that was leaking out. âfuck, baby.â he moaned, rutting his hips to meet your hand. âyou look so good holding my cock.â
âiâd look even better when you finally fuck me with it.â frustration crept up your voice which made him chuckle. he grabbed hold of your hand, holding your wrists above your head while his other hand guided his cock towards your entrance.
âno one will fuck you as good as i do.â ramming his cock into you without warning. the sudden contact made you yelp, wanting to grab hold of him, but his grip on your wrist prevented your movement. âwhat a dirty little slut. remember, this fucking pussy is mine.â his thrusts were intense, his words laced with venom as he relentlessly fucked your cunt. you could barely let out your words as your breath kept getting knocked out of you.
âo-oh god, jae.â jaehyun was absolutely losing it at the sight of you crumbling beneath him. the pretty noises that were coming out of your mouth were like music to him. sweat trickled down your body as he increased his pace. he let go of your wrists, and your hands flew to grip his shoulders. he grabbed your thighs, pushing them close to your chest. his cock perfectly hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.
âyou feel so fucking good.â his hands reached out to pinch your nipples, making you curse out his name. âyou take my cock so fucking well.â you rolled your hips out to meet his pace, leggings shaking from him as he hit all the right spots. your reactions were fueling him even more; he pulled his cock out entirely before slamming it back into your pussy. he gripped your waist as your back arched from the intense sensation, moans getting louder. âyou like that, huh? remember who owns you, pretty girl. not that fucking jungwoo, me.â
tears sprang to your eyes from the immense pleasure. not being able to speak coherently, you nodded at his words. nails digging into his shoulder blades as you felt your second orgasm forming in your abdomen. he leaned down, burying his head in your neck, placing kisses on your skin as he continued to rock his hips into you. âiâm so close.â you managed to moan out, legs wrapping around his waist, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
âshit,â jaehyun pulled away from your neck, watching as your tits bounce from his trust, his hand snaked up your clit, rubbing it which built up the pressure in your stomach even more. âcum for me, baby.â his thrusts getting sloppy as he felt his own orgasm creep up.
âoh my god!â you cried out as your insides exploded from pleasure, your walls clenching around his cock as you came.
the feeling of your pussy tightening around his cock brought his orgasm out. his warm cum leaking inside you. âso fucking beautiful.â he groaned, pulling his cock out. your mixed cum spilling out of you. he collapsed beside you.
breaths heavy, you closed your eyelids, wanting to doze off for the night, feeling jaehyunâs arms wrap around you. peeking at him, but his eyes were already trained on you.
âhi.â you whispered.
âbe mine.â he mumbled, pulling your body close to him.
âwhat?â looking at him in disbelief.
âbe mine, y/n, be my girlfriend.â he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. you knew jaehyun was not one to do relationships. this was one of the reasons why you agreed to keep it physical in the first place. hearing the word girlfriend from his mouth was indeed a new experience, especially since he was saying it to you.
âis my pussy that good?â you giggled.
âyes.â he placed a kiss on your forehead, âand i want to be yours. only yours, and i want you to only be mine.â
âwill you stop making out with other girls in the library if i say yes?â
âin the libraâ? is that why you left!â he looked at you in shock, âiâm so sorry, i didnât know you saw that. i promise you she meant nothing to me. i donât even know her name.â
âwow, that makes me feel so better.â sarcasm rolling off your tongue.
âwhat about you and that blond bitch! who does he think he is giving you flowers. i fucking hate him.â he sulked, making you snort and laugh. ânot funny. i cried, true story.â
so you explained to him what the reason behind the flowers was. his cocky ass got even more cocky when you admitted that it was your attempt to forget him. but you had the last laugh when you found out that even his friends could see that he was miserable without you. you eventually did give him an answer to his previous question, you indeed wanted to be his.
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đ¤đ˘đ§đ¤đđ¨đđđŤ, đđđ˛ đ§đ˘đ§đ â squirting
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
warnings: shy!reader (not "innocent" or inexperienced, just a little more reserved). penetrative sex.
Chrissy didn't know what she was doing.
It was an innocent question â as innocent as the questions being raised could be, that night. The conversation had quickly descended into more risquĂŠ subjects after Steve had gotten a little too tipsy and started complaining about his lack of luck on his latest escapades.
Nothing out of the ordinary, really. You were all used to talking about sex in one way or another. Eddie was famously loud about it, always having a story to tell, his or otherwise. Stories that made you imagine yourself on the receiving end of, guiltily wanting your friend to do those same things he was describing to you.
You kept those fantasies to yourself, though. Not wanting to be teased by the girls, maybe even worse, have them try to set you up with him. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if Eddie ever rejected you, or dated you out of pity. There was no scenario where this would work in your mind, no "you and Eddie", just you and your thoughts of him, where he would never hurt you, where all he did was make you feel good, imagining it his hands on your body, roaming until they found that place between your legs, instead of your own.
That night, it was no different. After Steve started the conversation, there was no stopping it. You often listened more than talked â not due to lack of experience, you were just a little too shy to share too much, even among close friends â but when the talk switched to Robin commenting about making her girlfriend squirt, you slipped.
"Good for her."
Your reply may have sounded a little more bitter than you'd anticipated, because, one by one, all of your friends looked at you. Maybe it was the scoff that has left your mouth, maybe it was the alcohol that had loosened your tongue.Â
"What was that?" Nancy asked, raising a perfectly groomed eyebrow at you.
"Yeah. What was that?" This time, it was Eddie who repeated her question. He sat on the opposite couch with his legs spread, tight black jeans stretching on his lean legs, making you wish you sat between them. You avoided his eyes.
"Nothing. I meanâŚ", you signed, already regretting having said anything, "it's good! Good for her. Robin is good to her, that's a good thing."
You cringed even before you could finish all those convoluted sentences.
"Honey, have you ever⌠you know," Chrissy asked from her place on the floor, sitting as delicate as a fairy. "squirted?"
"No." You said, simply. Scared to run your mouth even more. "It's not a big deal. Doesn't happen to everybody."
"Have you tried?" Steve asked from behind his beer. He got a myriad of answers ranging from "that's not how It works, dingus!" from Robin, "it's not a matter of trying" from Nancy and "don't ask that, dude" from Eddie.
"I don't even know where to start, Steve. And before anyone asks, yes, I have cum from sex. Just not⌠like that."
You wanted to crawl into the nearest hole. It was even worse when you could feel Eddie's eyes on you, like he could see right through you. He tilted his head, and you weren't able to handle the kindness in his brown eyes. You looked away.
Your friends' opinions diverged again, making questions and trying to get you to speak, but you couldn't deal with their scrutiny anymore.
"C'mon, guys. It's fine! Can we change the subject, please?" You tried to swerve them. "Like I said, it's not a big deal. Maybe I'm just broken like that."
They shrugged. You shrugged. They moved on â but Eddie's eyes stayed on you for the rest of the night.
You're on Eddie's passenger seat, right in front of your apartment building, later that night when he brings the subject up again.
"I don't think you're broken."
The two of you had spent the entire ride silent, which was odd since Eddie was the chatterbox between the two of you, always filling the gaps with anything that would cross his mind. Neither that, nor his music filled the silence between you.
"What?" You looked at him, still not believing what you'd heard.
"You said that maybe you were broken like that. That's not true, you're⌠you're perfect."
That feeling of wanting to hide came back tenfold, making your eyes fill with tears. "Eddie, forget about it, please."
"Hey," he brought your gaze back to him with a finger to your chin, delicately turning your head. "I meant what I said. You're perfect, it's just that no one's taken the time to treat you right. It takes patience, from both sides."
"Yeah, and?"
"I was thinking that maybe I could change that. If you'd let me."
One thing you'd always admired about Eddie was his strength of conviction. He never said anything he didn't believe in, and backed it all up. His voice never faltered, he doesn't shy away from speaking his mind â and you hated that you were forcing yourself to disbelieve him.
"EddieâŚ"
"Look at me." He pleaded, and in spite of your concerns, you did as he told. His eyes bore into your with a sincerity that was so painfully him. "You can say no. I'll go home and we'll forget about everything I just said. But, sweetheart⌠I'm dying to prove you wrong."
Eventually, he did.
After you'd gotten up the stairs to your floor kissing and tugging at each other's clothes, letting Eddie's tongue taste yours over and over, stopping to let yourself be cornered against the wall by him. Getting lost in the feeling of his solid body against yours, the smell of him â a strong, masculine perfume, cigarettes and beer â making you dizzy, his lips on your neck making you even dizzier.
After he took your clothes off halfway down your living room, reverencing your body with his rough hands, kneeling between your feet in the middle of your halfway. He made you cum for the first time that night with his mouth, kissing your pussy the way he kissed your mouth, sucking on your clit the same way he sucked on your tongue. You came as you pulled his hair, his strong arms around your hips preventing you from falling.
After he guided you to your bed, still craving a taste of you. Hands not knowing where to sit still while he pulled another orgasm from you, his fingers deep within you, curling and stroking your walls, his mouth still not leaving your clit. Your ears buzzed with the force of your climax, not being able to hear Eddie's praise. "That's my girl," he said, head resting on the plush of your thigh, looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky, "doing such a good job, but I'm not done with you yet."
After he made your eyes blur with pleasure when you finally entered you, rubbing the head of his cock on your sensitive bundle of nerves, once, twice, three times before putting it in, slowly bottoming out. Leaving kisses all over your face, shining with sweat. You didn't think you could take it, curling your toes and hugging his narrow hips with your spread legs, feeling each thrust with a tenderness you never did before.
After he filled and stretched you to the brim, pulling out only to push it all in again. Uttering against your skin, broken whimpers, your name on his lips like a prayer. You were beyond the point of forming words, kissing him to stop yourself from screaming. You could feel yourself dripping down your pussy, and into the sheets, soaking Eddie's cock.
After he pulled your thigh higher up his waist, and stood on his knees, pounding into you with measured speed. He hit your spot over, and over, and over â you grabbed the sheets with both hands, repeating his name like a broken record, music to his ears.
"Yeah? That feels good, baby? Am I making you feel good?" Eddie looked like a god above you. Wild hair down to his shoulders, pale skin slick with sweat, eyes drilled on you. You made the mistake of looking down to where your bodies met, watching his thick cock drenched with your juices, going in and out of you. His pubic hair, also matted with your wetness, creating a delicious friction against your clit. "Tell me. Who's making you feel this good?"
"You, Eddie." You whimpered. "You, you, you. Always you."
"That's right, baby. That's" a hard thrust, "fucking," a a squeeze of your thigh, "right."
You felt your orgasm approach with a deep pressure on your navel, building and building until you couldn't keep It down anymore. You let yourself go, the ringing in your ears louder and cleared, cumming with Eddie's name on your lips.
That's when you felt it. You were limp in your bed, with Eddie above you. You'd felt him cum too, dropping his weight above you, but still keeping himself steady by his elbows. but everything was distant, like it was happening in a dream. Slowly, you came back to yourself â to Eddie, gently coaxing you with sweet words, and to the warm wetness coating your thighs, your ass, and Eddie's lower half.
"Did I�"
"Fuck yeah, you did." His boyish smile, so different from the confident smirk you saw not moments ago, made you smile too, weakly and still a little embarrassed, but too satisfied to care.
"Happy now?"
"Only when you do it again."Â
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â§ŕźş CRAZY CHOSO
chosoxfem!reader, nsfw, heavy smut, possessive choso, crazy choso, choso eating it out
choso stare down at his phone, his heart is empty, he feels like it isn't even here anymore- you stole it from him. you stole it from him a week ago, the day you decided to break up after a heated argument, and what bothers choso the most is that- he knows, he knows it his fault, you have always been patient with him, you have always showed your love to him- showered him with it.
even when- choso heart tightened, even when he never did- tears swell his eyes, even when all you received was a cold hearted jerk who doesn't know how to love, choso choke on his breath, tears running down his eyes- it finally hit him like a truck, after he finally lost you, after you finally realized he isn't worth your love, reality hit him.
he can't breath, fuck he can't breath, choso grab a hold of his dark locks, tugging them hard, fuck how could he- how could he treat his baby like this, how could he never say a simple i love you, even when you said it hundreds, thousands, millions times to him, even as- he chokes on his sobs, even as you left this door, your final word was "I love you, choso" and he didn't even go after you he just stood there, staring at you dumbfounded, why couldn't he just return your i love yous, is he this fucking much of a loser to be embarrassed to show his love to you?
the house was so quite without you, the only sounds that filled it was his choked sobs, he feels like he'll throw up, choso hurriedly made his way toward the kitchen to grab a cup of water- but what catch his attention as he was opening the freezer, is the sticky notes- your sticky notes, that you never forgot to leave for choso everytime he left to work, his hands shakily grabs into one of them.
"hope you enjoy the lunch i made you love ya :p".
a tear runs down his face.
"i left you some sweets today, even if you don't like them eat them love yaaaaa >:(".
another tear roll down.
he clenchs them against his heart- the heart that is bleeding sorrow, he slides down the fridge, hitting the cold kitchen floor.
it's been a week since you left choso, for a break as you're calling it, you sigh even though it's only been a week you miss your grumpy man. even though he might be cold in front of other peoples eyes- to you he was just a comfort person- a comfort pillow, cuddling him every time you can, choso was like the comfort blanket that people keep with them from childhood- no matter what other people say, you still love your little comfort blanket- your choso.
you look outside the window, it was raining, you couldn't help but think about how you would be cuddling with choso right now in this rainy day- while you tell him to read you whatever book he has in his hands, you listen to his rough voice, while he gently stroke his hand down your spine, putting you to sleep.
you wipe your tears immediately once you hear a knock on your door, you frown making your way to see who is it, at such weather, you were stunned to see chosos wet figure at your door, his clothes were snugged into him from being wet, his hair was dripping a few dots of water down his face, and your heart clenchs as you stare at his blood shot eyes.
"choso-"
he didn't mutter any words, he just simply held you up by your hips grabbing you so hard that you're sure that it will leave red marks on your sensitive skin later on. placing your heavy thighs on his board shoulder like they weight nothing, his face making direct contact with your bare pussy- regretting masturbating and forgetting to put your panties on.
"what are you doing?"
you couldn't finish your sentence because he's already shoving his tongue up your pussy, sucking, licking the juice from the orgasm you had an hour ago, an orgasm you had thinking about him, he clearly wasn't here to talk- he was here to do a lot more than talking.
it's been a week since you had something this good on sucking on your clit- something as good as chosos tongue, suckling on your clit like it's a nipple- like he's trying to get milk out of it- but the only difference is that he isn't trying to get milk, but he's trying to rip an orgasm out of your cunt.
and of course he did, you grasp hard on his long black hair, gasping out to the ceiling, arching your pussy into his mouth, making sure he drinks all of your juice and he glady do. like a starved man who hasn't had water for day, and your pussy was a river of water for him.
you look at him, thinking he will let you go by now, but he didn't, he keeps his face shoved into your pussy, it drives you crazy the way his nose brush against your clit everytime he breaths.
"could put me down, please?"
he clearly had no intentions of putting you down anytime soon, because he selfishly licks, slurps at every drip of arousal that leave you. you weren't sure what to do, you always knew that choso was obsessive in his own way, but you only got to experience a bit of it, but now that you left him you're sure it triggered a part of him that you've never seen before. he keeps sniffing, trialling his nose on your clit, wetting his face with your wet cunt.
"darling" you moan out.
he simply lock his lips on clit again sucking on it, his eyes are closed as if he's a youngling sucking, his long eyelashs tickling your belly, ripping a giggle out of you, making him finally look at you, with his red-puffy lips wet from your juice.
"can you put me down now?"
he pulled you from his shoulders but kept you in his arms. as he led you into the bedroom, glancing at your underwear that you left on the floor. choso placed you on the bed and pressed you against it with his body. he was cornering you, engaging in some primal display of possessiveness that he never showed you before.
his hands were roaming around your body, he was clearly trying to in print you again, feel your warm skin against his hands again, he keeps his face inside of your neck rubbing his face on it, as he stroke his hand from your thighs to your ass, just to make his way to your breast, as soon as he feels the fabric of your bra- he doesn't like it one bit, so he simply rip it off, out of his way.
cold air hit your nipples making them harden, he trails his face from your neck slowly to your breast, brushing his lips softly against your nipples, breathing in but not taking it inside of his mouth. he just wanted to feel you, feel your skin against his again, because he clearly thought he won't get to feel that ever again.
your heart clenchs at the thought of what he might have felt, the feeling of being left all alone, choso never acted like this before- right now he's acting like a baby he never was able to act like, he was always putting a hard on act.
you quickly snatch his head closer to your body, holding him close, so close that you can listen to his pluse "it's okay baby, I won't ever leave you again."
you can feel it pick up, quick, clearly affected by your words, you smile knowing it always made him shy whenever you called him baby no matter how many times you say it, he still gets frustrated. he doesn't say anything, he just look up at you, before he opens his mouth that was brushing against your nipple and place it inside his mouth, his tongue was quick to circle the bud.
"we- we should really talk about..."
he makes sure to coat both of your nipples with his silvia, leaving your nipples all swollen and red, before he picks you by your hips again and placing you on his, clearly didn't have enough.
you were suffocating his face. again. choso was a 6 feet big guy, so that clearly didn't bother him.
he kept on slurping on your pussy, till it's silk with your orgasm and his silvia, making sure to print your taste against his tongue so it will last for weeks.
"okay," you panted, your sweaty forehead now resting on the cool sheets, while your defeated cunt hovered over his mouth.
"we need to talk now. you've spent half the day licking me."
but the only words choso mutter out were- "sleep now" he horsely says. as he snuggle his face into your boobs, you were about to complain till you felt wet drops slide down your cleavage, you shut your lips together, gently stroking his hair pushing him further into you.
but choso didn't have any intentions of sleeping because you feel his rough, huge hands make their way toward your wet pussy drenched with your orgasm and his saliva. he slowly warped his lips around your nipples, drawing circles with his tongue.
you felt him tug his pants down, as he frees his huge leaking cock out of it, he slowly shove his cock inside of your tight cunt and he couldn't help whimpering on your nipples, missing your warm, wet pussy.
"shh it's okay baby, I'm here- I'm here" you whine out, drunk on the feeling of being stuffed with his cock.
it only takes him a few rock of his hips before he's spilling his hot cum inside of you, you thought he was gonna pull out- he didn't he kept his cock inside of you all night, while your nipples brushed against his lips as he softly breath out, sleeping in your embrace.
you can feel him get hard again inside of you every once in awhile so he just jults awake, stare at your nipples with hazy eyes before he takes your fat hard nub into his mouth, suckling, biting on it while he start rocking his cock into your already cum filled pussy, till he fill it again, fall asleep and the process repeat till the next morning.
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Okay, but after Charles and Edwin have gotten their shit together and finally started dating, Charles still calls Edwin mate, because that is what he has always done, and sometimes it feels strange to finish a sentence without any kind of nickname at the end. And it's not like Edwin minds.
Only that Crystal, one day, just snaps, like, "Charles you are aware that you aren't mates anymore, are you? Because I walked into on you two making out at least three times this month and you are currently in Edwin's lap. Don't you think you should update your vocabulary a little?"
And Niko coos, and agrees, and Charles just raises an eyebrow, thinking.
Crystal regrets saying anything just five days later, because it's "here you go, luv", when Charles hands Edwin a letter opener.
"Careful with the sulfur, babes, that shit stains real bad when you get it on your hands. And yes, even ghost skin, don't try and start that with me", when they are brewing a potion.
"Come with, darling, I found this ancient tome you'd really like", when Charles grabs Edwin's hand and drags him to a secluded area in the local magic shop, either to look at a book, or just to share a few kisses.
But what finally gets Crystal to snap is when Edwin looks at Charles like he has never seen a single more beautiful being in the world in the middle of a case, and says, "What brilliant reasoning, my dearest heart."
They ignore her pleading to just go back to normal completely, but a few days after, there's a mate thrown in between the loves and the sweethearts and the babycakes.
It's the first time Crystal considers retiring before she has reached the age of twenty.
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âShit shit shit shit shitââ
The sound of your hurried footsteps follow the string of curses as they travel like an echo down the hall, but Levi doesnât so much as look up from the kitchen sink.
He had tried to get you up earlier, tempting you with the promise of freshly brewed coffee and a hot breakfast, but you insisted on five more minutes. Then inevitably, five more turned into ten which turned into fifteen, and now youâre rushing to get ready and out the door on time for work.
Now heâs had to improviseâturning your breakfast into something portable you can eat on the drive. Itâs a skill heâs had to perfect over the years of living with you. To say that time management wasnât your strong suit would be an understatement. So, Levi moves on to packing your lunch, listening with a small grin at the sound of the tap of your toothbrush against the bathroom sink, followed by clothes hangers being slid back and forth in the closet as you rush to find something suitable to wear to work.
âHave you seen my black turtleneck?â
âIn the dryer.â
He schools his expression into something more mild when you finally round the corner a few minutes later, knowing that youâre already stressed about being late. Smiling at you in an I told you so kind of way would only sour your mood further.
âI slept right through my alarm,â you say.
All five of them, plus his gentle prodding to get you out of bed. He doubts you were even conscious enough to remember him trying.
Your eyes flit to the coffee pot to find a travel mug already filled and waiting for you, right next to a neatly assembled wrap that you can only guess is your breakfast. Your expression visibly softens at the sweet gesture.
âYour lunch is packed too,â Levi says, motioning to the insulated lunch bag sitting on the opposite counter.
Even though youâre pressed for time, you step forward to embrace him.
âThank you, Levi,â you say into his shirt. âYouâre a lifesaver.â
His arms wrap easily around you, but thereâs lighthearted reproach in his words when he says, âYou say that like I donât have to do this every other day.â
âWell, if you hadnât kept me up so late last night, I wouldnât be rushing.â
He shoves you away then, not forceful enough to indicate youâve said anything to upset him, but you can tell that the mention of the night before has provoked him by the subtle shade of pink that spreads across his cheeks.
He clicks his tongue. âPervert.â
You lean back a little, still lightly clinging to his waist with a grin. âYouâre werenât saying that last night when my lips were wrapped around yourââ
Leviâs palm claps over your mouth before you can finish your sentence, but it does very little to muffle the sound of your laughter that follows.
He leans into you a little, his other hand anchored to your waist to keep you close. âYouâre going to be late.â
Deciding heâs endured enough for one morning, you pull away and go to gather your breakfast. âYeah, yeah.â
You carry it into the next room and Levi quietly follows, your lunch bag in one hand and travel mug in the other.
âIâll stop by the store tonight,â you say as you gather your coat by the door. âI saw this really good recipe last night that Iâd like to try for dinner.â
Levi simply nods. Dinners are usually your preferred meal to cook, so heâs not surprised you already have something planned. âSure.â
When you get your coat on, he hands you your things, then finishes off with a quick kiss.
After years spent co-existing together in your apartmentâsharing everything from body wash to toothpaste and clothesâyou would think that having his lips on yours wouldnât still elicit such a strong feeling, but it does. Itâs a wild and frenzied sensation, forming in the pit of your stomach before it swoops like a flurry up into your ribcage.
You linger by the door, starting to regret not getting up earlier so you could see him a little longer. âThank you for getting my things ready.â
Levi nods again. âYouâre welcome.â
When he leans against the doorframe, you take the moment to press another kiss to his lips. âI love you.â
A mixture of minty toothpaste and the familiar scent of your perfume swirls in the few inches between your bodies, and Levi has to take considerable effort to not lean in again.
âYouâre going to be late,â he reminds you for what feels like the nth time.
But despite that, your feet stay planted in the doorway. âSay it back and Iâll go.â
âI love you too.â He rolls his eyes, but relents just the slightest bit and kisses you again. âNow, go.â
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004. CARNATIONS
"Oh my."
You squint at the paper in your hands and try to decipher the words Touya had written on them with a wince. The letters were jumbled upâsome of them didn't even resemble anything in the alphabet. The majority of the words you were able to understand were spelt wrong, and the proportion from one letter to the next was horrific.
"We'll work on your writing skills later this week, alright? But I'm proud you could get this much down! " You say with a smile as Touya snorts
"There's only one word I know I spelt right." He smirks, proudly pointing a finger to a sentence you'd missed towards the bottom of the page
Y/n L/n is beyutiful.
You laugh quietly as his smirk quickly transforms into a scowl. His poor attempt at flirting didn't really seem to work if you were laughing at him.
"Are you talking about how you wrote my name correctly? Because its spelling is clearly displayed on my name tag, Touya."
You can only laugh more at his grimace, folding the written paper in half before tucking it into his file folder to go over later.
"And thank you I suppose. Oh, I just wanted to let you know I won't be able to go on our walk today, Touya. I have a meeting with my supervisor. Would you like me to find another doctor for you toâ"
"No. And what's the meeting about?"
You shake your head softly at his defiance before smiling
"You. You are my only patient, after all."
He smiles a little bit at those words.
The conversation slowly drifted to Touya giving you small snippets of the skills he had to learn after waking up all those years ago. By the end of the conversation though, his mood had fallen quite a bit. He didn't like talking about his past. The words were bitter on his tongue, but he forced them out for you. He wanted you to understand himâhe needed you to.
"I couldn't understand what happened to me. I had so much shit going for me... so much potential. Then I went and fucked it all up. You know, I blamed him for how I turned out, but I think I was messed up from the start. Can't blame that piece of shit if I was born like this. Defected. " He mutters, his eyes hard as his nails dig into his palm.
Defected. He swears under his breath when he sees the blood trickling down his arm from clenching his fist too tightly. His gaze moves towards you when he feels your fingers press a soft cloth to his hand to soak up the blood. You clear your throat before speaking
"You're no defect." You start firmly
"No one is. You had these terrible expectations set for you when you were so young. You can't possibly blame yourself for what happened! So many young children struggle with their quirk, and you weren't fortunate enough to get the help you deserved. That is not your faultâ"
"But I could've been better. If I worked hard enough. Fuck, it might have all been my fault from the start!" He laughs hoarsely, and his eyes have a crazed look in them as he actually considers the possibility
"Butâ"
"Maybe if I had justâ"
"Touya!"
Your voice is strained. You're trying so hard not to let him hear the tremble in your voice, but the way his shoulders slump lets you know he had caught it. He looks away, his lips set in a firm line as his eyes harden
"I don't want to talk about this." He mutters. Every muscle in his body was tense as a feeling of unease settled over him.
"I'm sorry. It's my fault. I'm being too pushy about this." You sigh, frowning as you lean back in your seat. You were his doctor, you can't be the one having an emotional crisis! You were meant to be his emotional support, and the guilt you feel gnaws at you like a parasite.
He lets out a long sigh, shifting on the bed uncomfortably as you take a deep breath
"Okayâalright, we can talk about something else. Is there anything besides this on your mind? Maybe we couldâ"
"Can I be alone for a bit? Can you, just, leave?"
The look on your face is like a slap to his face. He bites his tongue from saying anything he'd regret as your eyes fill with a mix of something between sadness and disappointment.
"Yesâyes of course. Uhm, would you still like to eat dinner together tonight?"
"I just need some time alone. My head hurts. It's my fault, it's never yours. Just... yeah, yeah you can come later." He mumbles, avoiding your gaze as his guilt finally hits him
"...Okay."
Your whisper is the last thing he hears before the door to his room clicks close, and when he lifts his head from his palmsâthe room is empty.
Touya doesn't know if he'll ever be able to face his family again.
He thought he couldn't feel anything anymore. The pain he'd once felt was immeasurable, something uncontainable to the point where he'd grown numb and accustomed to it. But now he felt all sorts of things he didn't understand. You made him feel again. He wasn't sure if he should curse you out or thank you for it.
Your long awaited return came after almost two hours, his dinner tray in hand as you carefully placed the steaming rice bowl in front of him. You stand beside his bed with an awkward smile, your hands behind your back as you speak a quiet hi.
He tugs on your sleeve, pulling you down so you were seated on your chair. A quiet squeak leaves the back of your throat when he tucks a single hand under your thigh, dragging your chair closer to him easily with little effort. Your eyes are wide from the new proximity as he turns back to his food, acting like nothing had happened.
You're speechless for a moment, swallowing the lump in your throat as he begins his dinner. He points to your bowl with his chopsticks, gently nudging it towards you
"You hungry?"
He had broken the ice so easilyâand you both fell back into your usual routine. An unspoken 'it's ok' was what he'd said as he handed you your bowl. You blow on the hot rice with a small smile as he begins questioning you about your meeting, asking whether or not you said good things about him.
You shouldn't like this so much.
Your chin is resting on your knees, you laugh as Touya tells you tales about the League. They were a unique groupâbut knowing Touya wasn't completely alone during his time as "Dabi" makes your heart feel a little lighter.
He speaks about the League as if they were still here. Fondly.
Your eyes catch onto the clock on his bedside, the block letters on them reading 11:32 PM. Your time with him had passed faster than you wishedâand he watches you stretch before you stand
"Time for you to turn in for the night, mister." You smile with a yawn. He frowns a bit as he glances at the clock, watching you reach over and grab the empty bowls from dinner.
"I'll take this down to the kitchen. You wash up while I'm gone, all right?" You smile, holding the tray in your hands as Touya nods slowly, not giving you a verbal response.
When the door closes, he gets off the bed with a quiet sigh. Even after splashing his face with freezing waterâhis heart still hurts.
You were making him feel a little too much.
His mind keeps trailing back to your soft giggles and the way your professional face falls with the stupidly silly stories he tells you of the League.
He wonders if they'd be happy for him.
Touya hears your approaching footsteps as he's exiting the bathroom, and quickly opens the main room door for you.
You look surprised when the door opens before you can even get your keys out. You have to crane your head up a bit to meet his eyesâwhich are watching you intently.
Sometimes you forget how Touya's much taller than you are. He's usually at eye level with you when he's sitting in the hospital bedâbut as he stands in front of the open door, your lips part a bit from the way he looms over you.
He silently moves over a bit to give you space to enter before closing the door behind you. You send him a small smile before tilting your head towards his bed
"I'll check your heart rate before I leave tonight. That's ok with you, right?"
Your eyes are pretty. Touya thinks if he ever has a staring competition with you, he'd win for sure. He likes staring at you especially when you're unaware. There's something about just knowing you exist that calms him. He likes seeing you smile, he likes hearing you talkâhe especially loves that you seem to enjoy his company. He didn't think of himself as someone enjoyable to be around, but he feels wanted around you.
Touya's never felt wanted before. You were so refreshing to simply be aroundâhe'd be perfectly content with living the rest of his life with only you. He didn't need or want anyone else.
"Yeah. That's fine with me."
Touya waits for you on the edge of his bed, his eyes trailing on you quietly as you wrap a stethoscope around your neck. The cold metal is pressed against his chest, and he realizes you've never been this close to him before.
"Touya, your heartbeat is a little faster than it should be." You frown, leaning in closer as he stays absolutely silentâhe's been holding his breath since the moment you pressed the stethoscope to his skin
He's staring at you, and his heart only beats faster when you turn to meet his gaze.
No. Your eyes are beautiful.
He abruptly flicks off the lamp on his bedside table, which was the only source of light in the dark room before immediately laying himself down on the bedâhis heart was pounding now.
"I'm fine."
He can already imagine your lips forming that adorable 'O' you make when you're startled, and he rests his forearm against his eyes before letting out a steadying breath.
"Oh! Well, are you sure Touya? Your vitals this morning were fine, soâ"
"Y/n."
Your silence, for once, was a welcomed thing. His face was burningâevery fiber of his being was. He didn't think he'd be able to go another second listening to your wonderful voice utter another damned word.
You whisper a quiet goodnight before leaving.
He stares up at the ceiling, the glowing stars almost mocking him as he sighs
"Goodnight."
You've already left the room, but he whispers the word anyway.
CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.
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Summary: Catching your brother, Aegon, in a most compromising position starts your journey into sexual discovery.
Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), incest/Targcest, kinda innocent sister!reader, religious guilt, jealous Ae boys, voyeurism (accidental and noncon), slight dubcon, thigh riding, oral (m and f!receiving), squirting, loss of virginity, threesome, spitroast (if you squint), multiple creampies, and slight breeding kink
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All morning, during the breaking of their fast and now in the training yard, Aemond could tell his elder brother was trying so hard to not burst at the seams, his mouth in a perpetual smirk that made him and everyone around him uncomfortable.
Aegon always did this when he had a secret to share, he couldnât wait to tell someone, even when he wasnât supposed to. But that was the thrill of it, Aemond supposed, not that he could ever understand his brotherâs motivations. He stopped trying to figure Aegon out a long time ago, but still, he knew his brother was going to blurt out whatever nonsense he was keeping to himself sooner or later, and figured he might as well get it over with.
âSpeak now or I fear youâll go blue in the face.â
âI caught her staring at my cock this morning.â
âWhat?â Aemond hissed, only one sentence uttered and heâs too easily exhausted by his brotherâs ramblings. âWho?â He asked, already bored of the conversation, immediately regretting his decision.
âOur dear little sister.â Now, that got his attention.
âAnd what, brother, was your cock doing out in the open in her presence?â He growled, his fists balling up, nails digging into his palms.
âRelax, it was an accident. She came in to wake me for the breaking of our fast andâŚmini Aegon always gets a bit jumpy in the morning.â Aemond wished he had both of his eyes so he could roll them both dramatically. âI was a bit hungover and forgot I didnât have any clothes on when I got out of bed.â
âWhy must you traumatize everyone in our family, even her?â
âOh, she didnât look quite so traumatized at all.â Aegon smirked, causing Aemond to furrow his brows.
âWhat do you mean?â
âShe looked intrigued, brother. Our little, sweet, innocent sister. I donât even think sheâs ever even seen a cock before, with the way mother and grandsire hover about her like vultures.â And then Aegon genuinely smiled, a somewhat devious smile, but a smile nonetheless. âIâm glad it was my cock she saw first. Iâm glad it wasnât yours.âÂ
And that, earned Aegon a black eye, though Aemond easily got out of trouble by claiming it was a training accident.
Itâs not like Aemond was jealous. You were his baby sister, so innocent and naive; he wanted to shelter you from all harm and obscenities, and now he had Aegon to worry about. Though, he did notice rage rising in his chest at the thought of Aegon giving you a taste of what adulthood could bring first. But he was also probably right in thinking youâve never seen a manâs private area before. Why does the thought of that make Aemondâs own cock swell? Perhaps he would have to be the first man to muddy your innocence.
For you, you truly hadnât meant to see your brother in such a situation that morning, you wished you could take it back, but you couldnât. Now, you were burdened with the image of Aegonâs length burned into your mind and he chose to make it even worse by smirking at you all throughout breakfast.
You werenât completely naĂŻve as everyone seemed to think, you knew basic anatomy and how babies were made. You had not, however, seen a manâs penis in real life before. You didnât even know to think that they could be soâŚlarge. Perhaps it was just Aegon? You couldnât know for sure unless you actually investigated, but how unbefitting that would be of a noble lady? You already felt so sinful, the image of a naked Aegon constantly in your mind that you had to go to the Sept to pray. Of course, it didnât do much but make you feel even more guilty.
Walking back to your chambers through the apartments after a late night snack in the kitchens after your trip to the Sept with your mother, you froze in your tracks as you heard a soft whining noise coming from your eldest brotherâs chambers. Was he in pain?
Your face flushed with heat as you heard Aegonâs moan echoing in his chambers, the distant sound of slurping causing you to cringe, realizing he wasnât in pain at all. But you were so intrigued, you couldnât help but peek through the obvious crack in the door.
The sight was obscene, youâd never witnessed anything like it. A servant girl had her mouth on your brotherâs length, bobbing her head up and down, her hand stroking what she couldn't fit, which was much. Though, Aegon didnât seem to take lightly to that. You almost gasped when he grabbed onto the maidâs hair tightly, forcing her head down until she gagged, but she also didnât seem to mind all that much. In fact, she was moaning and the more she moaned, you noticed, Aegon himself seemed to be in more pleasure.
You felt your heart stop as Aegon spotted you in the doorframe and made eye contact with you. Suddenly, he smirked and you realized that his chamber door mightâve been left slightly open on purpose.
Aegon kept his intense eye contact with you as he started to buck his hips into the girlâs mouth, his moans intensifying and his brows furrowed in concentration, and you couldn't look away. An unfamiliar throbbing started in between your legs, and you felt like crying, the feeling so foreign and quite scary. Then, Aegon started to speak.
âFuck, taking my cock so well, arenât you?â He was speaking to the maid, but all his attention was solely on you. âYou gonna be a good little slut for me and let me come in your mouth?â The maid seemed to hum in a sort of affirmation, but Aegonâs gaze only shifted from your eyes to your lips, how they were slightly parted as you started to breathe heavily. âSuch perfect lips, wrapped around my cock so sweetly. Fuck, would have you on your knees night and day if I could. Gods, Iâm gonna come. You want it? Beg for it.â
You involuntarily let out a whine, the sweet little noise sending Aegon over the edge, letting out a strained groan as he painted the inside of the maidâs mouth with his cum. He smiled at you as he came down from his high, his eyes only seeming to darken at the sight of you still watching. But you became so embarrassed and ashamed, you fled the scene, locking yourself in your chambers and crying yourself to sleep.
Aegon couldnât wait to tell Aemond.
And Aemond couldâve gutted Aegon right then and there the next morning as his wretched brother relayed the previous nightâs events. He went too far, now you were probably scarred for life. Aemond didnât like the thought of you marred and tainted by someone else. He wished you to stay pure forever, though he knew the idea was far-fetched in this world.
Aemond decided to check on you, perhaps apologize for their brotherâs lecherous behavior. And approaching your chamber door and placing his ear to the wood, he could hear you crying faintly and his heart broke a little. He sighed, opening the door as quietly as he could not to scare you, wanting to be gentle with you while Aegon was more than a little rough.
Aemondâs heart skipped a beat at the sight of you. You were crying, but for a different reason than he originally thought.
You were in your bed, bare, with your hand between your legs. Your dainty fingers were pushing apart your soaked folds, desperately rubbing circles where you thought your clitoris was. Aemondâs cock swelled immediately, opting to stay quiet and watch you from the shadows, which he was thankful he was so good at.
You were frustrated, that much he could tell. It seemed like no matter how hard or how fast, you could never reach your peak. He felt sorry for you, truly, but he decided he could watch you forever like this. Tears rolling down your cheeks, your body writhing and twisting, trying to find the right angle but never achieving your intended goal.
Aemond could step in. He could go to you right now and help you reach your climax, over and over again. His cock twitched in his trousers at the thought of taking your maidenhead, making you come on his cock so many times you would beg him to have mercy on you. You were his little sister, your maidenhead would and should belong to him sooner or later, why not speed up the process?
Aemond almost took the step he would need to open your door all the way, but you cried out in frustration, giving up and removing your hand from yourself, groaning in pain. You curled in on yourself, hugging your pillow, hitting it a few times. You poor, poor thing, Aemond though. Maybe the thought of you being so desperate that you begged him to help you is what eventually got Aemond to walk away. But as soon as he got back to his own chambers, he made himself come to the memory of you touching yourself.
Aemond couldnât wait to tell Aegon.
And Aegon was furious. How dare Aemond get to see you naked first? And how dare he not help you in your obvious time of need? You clearly didnât know how to properly pleasure yourself.
Aegon wasnât that selfish. If it was him that walked in on you, he wouldâve jumped in bed with you and helped you relieve yourselfâŚmultiple timesâŚin multiple ways. First, heâd teach you how to make yourself come, he was somewhat of an expert on the matter. Then, heâd make you come himself: on his fingers, his tongue, his cock, his thigh, his belly. Anywhere. Anywhere, Aegon thought, heâd have you use every single part of his body to make yourself release.
Aegon decided heâd be the first man to make you have a climax. He giggled as he imagined Aemondâs expression after the fact, knowing how territorial he was over you. Aegon knew his younger brother was in love with you, had been since the lot of you were children, but Aemond was also an emotionally constipated twat whoâd rather lose his other eye than talk about his feelings. But enough about Aemond, who cares about Aemond? Aegon was now a man on a mission.
Aegon chose to ambush you, considering thatâs what he was best at, his impulsiveness. Though, he probably couldâve chosen a better location than some secluded hallway of the Keep. Thankfully, he wasnât a terribly picky person.
âAre you well, dear sister?â Aegon asked, jogging to catch up with you on your walk. He could tell you were thinking about that night, the way you never met his gaze and the few scarce glances you took of his clothed cock giving you away.
âYes, thank you, brother.â You hurried out, starting to walk a bit faster, now desperate to get to your own chambers to attempt to fix the throbbing between your legs again.
âSomething on your mind, darling?â DarlingâŚhuh, that was new.
âNothing.â You stuttered, almost tripping over your skirts in an attempt to speed walk away, but Argon was there to catch youâŚand pin you to the wall. âAegon! What on earth do you think youâre doing?â You gasped in surprise.
âYou sure sound fragile and innocent for someone who craves their older brotherâs cock.â Aegon pressed himself against you, his thigh pushing in between your legs slightly.
âI surely donât know what you mean! Unhand me this instant!â You let out a high pitched whine as Aegon pressed his knee hard between your legs, brushing over that spot you were so desperate to find.
âDonât act so coy, we both know how much you enjoyed watching me getting sucked off. Isnât that right, sweet sister?â
âIâŚI didnât mean-â
âShh,â Aegon interrupted, pressing his index finger to your lips, entranced by how soft they were, âand I know youâve been struggling recently. I just want to be a good big brother and help you out. I hate to think of you in pain.â He cooed in mock sympathy, and before you could ask what he meant, he started to grind your hips into his thigh, grinning devilishly at your strangled moan.
âA-AegonâŚâ
âShut up.â He snapped, grabbing your roots at the nape of your neck, tugging harshly, making you cry out in pain. âQuiet now, or weâll get caughtâŚand you wonât find that release youâve been so trying for.â
Your eyes widened. âHow did you-?â
âAemond just wanted to make sure you were okay, but instead he found you writhing about in bed like a wanton whore.â He tched disapprovingly, lifting up your skirts with his hand, pushing his thigh against your bare cunt. Aegon giggled darkly, âI can feel you soaking me through my trousers, dirty girl.â
âIâm sorry.â
Aegon smirked, surging forward to capture your lips in your first kiss, muffling your loud moan as he forced your cunt to grind on his thigh. It was forceful and sloppy, tongue and teeth clashing together; but you were shocked at yourself when you realized that you enjoyed it.
No, you thought, this was all wrong. This is exactly what your mother warned you about. If it felt good, it was a sin. You couldnât dare disobey her, so you whined as you pushed Aegonâs mouth off yours, only for him to move down to suckle at your neck. âBrother, this is wrong.â You begged, your hips stuttering as you neared some sort of high.
âTell me to stop.â
âS-StopâŚâ
Aegon grinned, and in a sing-songy voice, âThat didnât sound too terribly convincing, sweet sister.â
âStop!â You spoke, more determined. âIf my virtue is called into question, weâll lose any potential allies we could gain through marriage!â You whisper yelled, trying to keep in your moans all the while.
Aegon giggled, as if Aemond would allow you to be married off to someone other than him. âYou say that like itâs a horrid thing.â He forced your hips to continue their pace as he growled, âYouâre an idiot if you think weâd let you be married off to someone other than us.â
âAegon-!â You gasped. âSomething's happeningâŚâ You spoke fearfully, your soft moans escaping you profusely.
âGood. Thatâs good. Come for me, darling.â
He pushed you over the edge, your body betraying you, making you feel sinfully euphoric when this was all so, so wrong. âBy the SevenâŚâ Youâd have to pray day and night for a whole week in the Sept to even attempt to atone for this egregious act.
Aegon hummed, playfully disapproving. âYou should pray to me, not the gods. For I am the only one whoâs made you feel this way, yes?â
You nodded meekly.
âLet it stay that way.â
The next day, Aemond found it hard to be in your company knowing your dalliance with Aegon, who rushed to tell him right after it happened, jealousy and envy coursing through his veins. And rage, that you allowed such a thing to occur, though he knew his brother could be quite, er, persuasive. The memory of watching you try to gratify yourself also makes it quiteâŚhard.
You and Aemond would often spend time in the library together, reading different books and trading them afterwards, discussing your opinions. But now what was once a relaxing and enjoyable occasion, was now filled with tension.
Aemond could tell you were nervous, the way you kept shifting in your seat, reading the same passage over and over again but never comprehending the words, not when you felt so vulnerable under his scrutinizing gaze. He knew that you knew he had watched you touch yourself pathetically, but you were terrified and wanted to avoid a discussion altogether. But not, Aemond couldnât have that, not when you let Aegon make you come for the first time.
âAegon told me what happened.â You almost jumped at the sound of his voice, no matter how soft his tone was, you were so on edge.
âItâŚIt happened so suddenly, I didnât know what was going on!â You tried to explain yourself, but you felt like you were just digging an even deeper hole for yourself. âI donât know what happenedâŚâ
âDid you enjoy it?â
You blushed, avoiding his gaze. âIâŚIâŚâ
You gasped as Aemond grabbed your jaw harshly, forcing you to look at him, his gaze piercing. âDid. You. Enjoy it?â
âYes.â You blurted, tears coming to your eyes, your face burning with shame.
Aemond hummed, a small, almost imperceptible smirk adorning his face. âDo you want to feel that feeling again, dĹna mandia?â
âW-What?â You stuttered. âI donât even know what that feeling was.â
âDonât worry, sweet sister. If youâd allow me to educate you?â
âAemondâŚI donât.â
âShh,â He cooed, your eyes widening as he sank to his knees in front of you, âlet me teach youâŚâ
âI supposeâŚif itâs for the sake of education.â Besides, itâs not like you had the physical strength to stop your brother from pushing up your skirt, a lust filled gleam in his eye. That throbbing coming from your core started up again, and you realized it was arousal, but you didnât know a woman could feel such things. You were only ever taught a man wouldâŚbecome engorged, to pass his semen into the woman, hopefully creating a little life in the process. Youâve heard that it felt pleasurable to a man, but never a woman. The woman would have to lie there while the man did all the work, putting the latter in immense pain. It didnât sound too terribly alluring, but then that day with AegonâŚ
Your thoughts were interrupted when Aemond kissed your core, his breath fanning over the slick that had gathered there, a weak gasp escaping your lips. âPoor thing, so needy, arenât you?â He spoke sympathetically, his tone not that genuine, but made you shiver nonetheless. âIâm sorry you had to struggle so, but Iâm here to help you now, sweet girl.â
Parting your folds similarly to how you did the other day, he planted a sloppy openmouthed kiss to your most sensitive area, making you let out a loud gasp. You whined as he placed his thumb there, rubbing torturously slow circles over it. âThis is what you were trying to find, isnât that right? This is how you were able to feel so euphoric with our idiot brother. He was cruel to not teach you about your own body, leaving you stranded. But I must admit, Iâm glad that I can teach you instead.â Your mind went hazy at his words, his thumb not stopping its ministrations, making it difficult to comprehend what he was telling you. But gods, you did not want him to stop.
âI thought-â You quickly stopped yourself, too embarrassed to speak your mind.
âTell me.â Aemond insisted.
âI didnât knowâŚa woman could feel this way.â
Aemond frowned, caressing the inside of your thighs was his other unoccupied hand. âThe truth is, men are afraid to give women pleasure, fearing it will give them too much power over them. But I suppose that it is sometimes true. Iâm afraid you have much power over me, mandia.â
You let out a strangled moan as Aemond surged forward, running his warm tongue over your folds like a man starved, his efforts focused on your bundle of nerves, driving you so easily to your peak. You gripped onto his hair like a lifeline, trying to survive this onslaught of pleasure. You didnât think youâd ever get used to the feeling, even less the way you were receiving it. Itâs like Aemond was in the exact position Aegonâs maid was the other night, on his knees with his mouth on you, and you wondered if your eldest brother felt as weak with pleasure as you did now. But from what you could tell, Aemond was receiving pleasure from this as well, even though there was no stimulation to his length.Â
Aemondâs moaning caused vibrations that threatened to encompass you completely, your walls pulsing and contracting around nothing. Then you felt prodding at your entrance, a finger deftly slipping inside you without warning, causing you to cry out. Even with just one of Aemondâs fingers, you felt so full. How in the world would you be able to fit a manâs member inside when the time comes? He curled his finger inwards, hitting a spot inside that you didnât even know was there. âDo you feel that, little one?â He smiled as you nodded feverishly. âThat is one of the many other pleasure spots in a womanâs body. Though, it can be more difficult to find, considering its location. Most of the time, a woman needs stimulation to her pearl to find release, but there are some who can come from this spot as well, if their lover is adept enough. Would you like to find out if you are one of these women?â
You couldnât even get an answer out before Aemond started to thrust his finger in and out, adding a second when he thought you were slick enough, curling in a come hinder motion that you swore you could see stars dot your vision. More and more, he increased the pressure to your front wall, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt something build and build until you froze. âAemond, s-stop-! It feels like I have to-â
Aemond ignored you, in fact, only seemed to increased his thrusts until you were practically wailing, a gush of wetness shooting out of your core, coating Aemondâs hand with clear fluid, your face flushing with heat as you realized what youâd done. âGevie.â He spoke so softly, you couldnât possibly be embarrassed anymore. You twitched and whimpered in overstimulation when Aemond licked up your puffy folds, humming as he tasted your release. âSo good. Aegon didnât make you do that, did he?â He smirked proudly, at you and himself.
âI didnât even think that was possibleâŚâ
âWell, Iâd love to make you come like that again and again, but Iâm afraid itâs nearing supper time. Perhaps I could give you a proper educational lesson soon?â Still dazed and your mind hazy with pleasure, you nodded absentmindedly, causing Aemond to let out a little chuckle as he rose to his feet, adjusting his trousers with a grunt. He leaned down so that his lips were right next to your ear, âIâll see you at the dinner table, sweet sister.â
And after a long miserable supper full of tension, for you anyway, Aemond took Aegon aside to boast in his talent.
âYou made her do what?!â Aegon shrieked, thankfully not loud enough to be heard past the musicians that were still playing after the dinner. âTell me how you did that, brother! You must!â
Aemond rolled his eye. âPerhaps you should spend more time reading and actually educating yourself rather than mess around with the chambermaids and ladies on the Street of Silk.â
Aegon scoffed dismissively. âWho has time for reading?â I would hope the future lord of the Seven Kingdoms would make the time, Aemond thought coldly. He watched Aegon in disdain as he watched you take your leave back to your chambers, bidding your mother and grandsire goodnight, a dreamy expression on his face. âI want to be the one to take her maidenhead.â
Aemond growled as he grabbed ahold of the collar of Aegonâs shirt, pushing him against the nearest wall. âYou shall do no such thing.â But the elder brother only grinned playfully, making Aemond nearly explode in rage. âSheâs mine. She will be wed to me someday, not you.â
âWell, I suppose weâll see. May the best brother win.â
Aemond knew he was the better brother, and he knew he couldn't wait around for Aegon to take what is rightfully his.
As soon as the moon rose up into the sky, most of the Keepâs residents settling down for the night, Aemond quietly left his chambers through the secret passageways, stalking his way to yours. He was already half hard, imagining your look of surprise, imagining your cries of pain and pleasure as he stretched you with his cock for the first time. He mindlessly started to walk faster, desperate to finish this tedious competition.
Aemond underestimated his elder brother, and Aegon knew that. Everyone underestimated him, but rightfully so. But when it came to pleasures of the flesh, Aegon was right there, like a good studious boy. But even he was surprised he got to your chambers before Aemond did.
You never failed to take Aegonâs breath away, no matter what you were doing. Much like now, you were simply brushing the tangles out of your locks while sitting at your vanity, the moon shining through your windows giving you an ethereal glow. Unfortunately, Aegon couldnât silently admire you for long as you much too quickly noticed him in your mirror.Â
âAegon?â You squeaked, placing your hand over your heart in surprise.
âSorry, I didnât mean to scare you, little sister.â He tried to not take your body in, only in a thin little shift that barely left anything to the imagination, but ultimately failed.
âWhat are you doing here, Aegon?â You almost scowled, honestly getting exhausted at the attention your brothers were giving you as of late.
âI canât wish my dear sister goodnight?â
âWe both know those are not your true intentions.â
Aegon shrugged, a lazy smile on his face. âYou caught me. Iâm a villain. What shall you do to punish me, hm?â
Your face flushed at his words, the thought of having to give out a punishment made an unwanted pang of arousal resonate through your lower belly. âYou should leave, mother doesnât like me having visitors when sheâs not present, sheâd have a fit if she found out you were in here.â
Aegon ignored your words, in fact, they seemed to spur him on further. You tried taking a step back as he moved closer to you, but letting out a small gasp as the back of your thighs hit your vanity. âLet her find out then.â And without another word, his lips were on yours, snaking his hand around to gently tug the roots of your hair at the nape of your neck, forcefully shoved his tongue in your mouth with an obnoxious moan.
âAegon-â You tried pulling away, âstop.â But he wouldnât have it, using both his hands to pull you as close as possible, your chest pressing against his. His knee found a similar position between your thighs like he did the other day, making you grind your core against him.
âI heard Aemond got to taste your sweet little cunt,â He said disapprovingly, âmade you come so hard you made a mess all over his hand. But I can assure you, darling, I can make you come with just my big cock. Would you like that?â
You shook your head, trying to flee as he dragged you to your bed, hearing the sound of his belt unbuckling as he ripped your shift right off you. âAegon, please-!â
âShh,â You cried out as he ran his fingers through your folds, grinning at how much slickness was gathered there, âyouâre so wet for me. You can say you donât want me as much as you want, but your body is telling me a different story.â
That was the problem, you did want him, but you also wanted Aemond. You couldnât possibly have both and you didnât want to have to choose too early. âThis is a bad idea, brother, please.â Your words fell on deaf ears, Aegon replying by burying his face in your cunny, slurping up your essence and moaning at the taste.
âFuck, better than I couldnât imagined. Aemondâs a fool to think he can have you all to himself. This sweet pussy needs as much love as it can take.â
âAegon!â You cried out as he suckled on your nub, your body jolting and writhing violently as he quickly began to overstimulate you. âToo much, itâs too much!â You wailed, trying to pry his mouth from your core, to no avail, until a deep growling voice echoed through your chambers.
âNow what do we have here?â
You and Aegon both went wide eyed at the sight of Aemond, his eye glazed over in a dark glare. âBrother,â Aegon smiled, âwelcome. Youâre just in time for the feast.â He teased, only for Aemond to tear his brother away from you, making you let out a pained whine at the loss of stimulation.
âI told you that sheâs mine, you dirty bastard. Her lips, her cunt, her whole body included.â
You didnât know what came over you, but your hand lowered until you reached the combined wetness of your slick and Aegonâs spit, the lubrication adding to the pleasure on your clit. Seeing your brothers fighting over you awoke something primal in you, and you couldnât resist how desperate it made you. âAemondâŚâ You whined, bucking your hips against your fingers.
Aemond and Aegon both looked down at you, writhing and whimpering for release and suddenly, their rivalry didnât seem to matter all that much. âI never was good at sharing, but I supposeâŚjust this once.â Aemond whispered, lowering himself to his knees, replacing your fingers with his tongue.
Aegon grinned as he moved around to kiss you passionately, palming himself through his trousers and taking his hard cock out of its confines. You didnât even comprehend him taking your hand and placing it on his length until you felt it, the silky skin warm and pulsing in your palm. âStroke me, like this, sweet girl.â He guided your hand movements, letting go as you got used to the rhythm, your ministrations stuttering as Aemondâs tongue pushed you closer and closer to your peak.
Before you could reach your climax, Aemond pulled away, removing all his clothes as you begged to come, Aegon grunted as your grip tightened. âLet me show you how I made her come the other day, brother. It is truly a sight to see, and Iâm feeling generous.â Aemond spoke softly, pushing you back farther up your bed, spreading your legs as far as possible.
Aegon eagerly placed himself between your legs, pushing two fingers inside of you at Aemondâs instruction. You moaned loudly as Aegon started to curl his fingers against that spongy spot at your front walls, that familiar sensation building and building. âThat feel good, darling?â He teased.
âYes!â You stuttered, whimpered as Aemond sat beside you, kneading your breasts in his hands and placing sloppy kisses at your neck as Aegon continued to bring you to your peak. âOh, gods, Aegon-!â
âSheâs close, keep fingering her until she starts to leak, then pull out and rub her clit. If youâre lucky, sheâll soak your face.â Aemond instructed, and all you could do was be at their mercy.Â
Aemond held you down as you started to buck wildly against Aegonâs fingers, the lewd squelching noises coming from your cunt making your face flush with heat, feeling like your blood could be sweating through the pores of your cheeks any minute. You were babbling nonsense as you felt your peak swiftly approaching, tears dripping copiously down your cheeks, barely registering Aemondâs fingers wiping them away as he softly cooed praises into your ears. âYes, yes, yes-!â You wailed, feeling that gush of wetness burst out of you as you came, hearing Aegonâs laugh of surprise as you shot your release all over his hand, chest, and face.
âFuck, that was soâŚâ
âI know.â Aemond interrupted. âSuch a good girl for us, isnât she?â
Aegon smirked. âFor us, huh?â
âDonât push it.â Aemond shoved Aegon out of the way, manhandling your body like you were a ragdoll, your intense release rendering you completely useless. But they were far from done with you yet, if their fully erect lengths told you anything. All you could do was wait until you felt Aemondâs cock prodding at your entrance, the tip much thicker than his or Aegonâs fingers.
âBe gentleâŚplease.â You begged, your words slurring together slightly.
âYes, brother,â Aegon spoke, âbe gentle with her, because I wonât be. You know that.â
Ignoring his brotherâs words, Aemond leaned down to kiss you sweetly. âDonât worry, love. Iâll go as slow as you like.â Causing Aegon to scoff at the sentiment.
You whimpered as Aemond slowly pushed into you, the stretch so incredibly painful despite being prepped so thoughtfully beforehand. And even though Aegon acted disgusted by Aemondâs kindness, you could tell he didnât want you in pain by the way he had your head sitting in his lap, leaning down to kiss all around your face as you tried not to cry out in pain. You and Aemond let out loud moans as he finally bottomed out, hitting the ends of you and making you feel so full.
âSeven Hells, so tight.â Aemond groaned, thrusting in and out of you as slow as he could manage. âYouâre doing so well, Ăąuha zaldrÄŤtsos, so fuckinâ well.â The praise went straight to your core, making your walls clench around him. âShit, donât do that. I want this to last.â
âGonna come so quickly already, little brother? I must say, thatâs really disappointing. Donât you want to make her come too?â
Something seemed to snap inside Aemond at his brotherâs taunting words, a yelp escaping you as he flipped you over on all fours, entering you from behind, the new angle making you sob in pleasure. And Aemond wasnât keeping a slow and steady pace this time. You practically screamed as his shaft bullied the sensitive spot along your walls, your hands finding Aegonâs to keep yourself from floating out of reality.
âFucking her to your liking now?â Aemond spat, grunting loudly as you kept clenching around him. âSheâs close again already. Howâs that for disappointing?â
Aegon giggled, sitting back on his haunches. âI was only jesting, brother. But now, with this new position, she can finally wrap those pretty lips around my cock like sheâs wanted to do for so long now. Isnât that right, darling?â
You couldnât really respond properly with Aemond hitting the end of your cervix with every deep and harsh thrust, your uncontrollable moans interrupting anything you were trying to say.
âGo easy on her. Sheâs not some whore from the Street of Silk. She wonât be able to take all of you.â Aemond warned.
âIâm not that much of an idiot.â But Aemond only raised his brow skeptically, watching in a threatening gaze as Aegon lowered your head down to his cock. âWant to make me feel good too, hm?â You nodded as best you could, opening your lips slightly as Aegon pushed his thumb inside. âSuck.â And you obeyed, closing your lips around his thick thumb, swirling your tongue around the digit, coating it in your drool. âGood girl, now just do the same thing to my cock, okay?â
With a surprising surge of confidence, you wrapped your lips around Aegonâs length and started to suck just as he instructed, eliciting a moan from the man. It was hard not to moan around his cock as Aemondâs kept building a release inside you, but then you remembered how it seemed that maid moaning around his cock made it more pleasurable for him, and so you decided to not hold back any of your moans.
âFuck, Iâm gonna come.â Aemond moaned, speeding up his thrusts, the pace hurdling you towards your own peak. You had to pull off Aegon to breath, moaning and clenching around Aemondâs cock as the waves of euphoria washed over you, effectively milking Aemond of his own release, his spend shooting deep inside you could practically feel your womb expanding with his seed.
âMy turn.â Aegon growled, leaving your side to push Aemond out of the way, giving you no time to recover as he quickly replaced Aemondâs cock with his. âOh, Seven Hells, fuck-! You werenât jesting about how tight she is.â He shuddered, cunt struck by just one thrust.
âI suppose we never take each other seriously.â Aemond mused, moving to sit beside you, kissing you while you pathetically tried to keep yourself upright but failing miserably as Aegon thrusted into you fast and hard, his own release nearing quicker than he would like by the volume of his moans. âAnd I thought I was quick to come.â
âShut up-oh!â Aegonâs cock pulsed inside you, twitching as he was right there. âYou know now how irresistible this pussy is, fuck, yeah!â You both moaned in tandem as Aegon finished inside you as well, pulling out to watch as the mixture of his and Aemondâs cum leaked out of your swollen cunt. Aemond couldnât help but watch as well, his gaze fixated on the way the white fluid dripped down your thighs, making a puddle on your sheets. âIf our seed takes, who do you think mother will marry her to?â Aegon asked absentmindedly.
âMe.â Aemond said easily, meanwhile you were struggling to even catch your breath, your body shaking as you were coming down from your high.
âWhat if I want you both?â You asked meekly, wincing as you tried to sit up, Aegon having to help you. It was hard to resist your puppy dog eyes, looking up at them with your leftover tears and they were goners. You had them wrapped around your pretty finger.
Aegon and Aemond shared a look, a look that said a million words all at once and nothing at all. Perhaps it was their closeness in age, or something practiced and rehearsed, but they seemed to understand each other despite their differences. âNo matter what, darling, you will have us both.â You probably shouldâve understood that as a threat rather than romantic reassurance.
It wasnât but the very next day that your mother announced that youâd be married to both Aemond and Aegon, like a reverse Aegon the Conqueror with his two sister wives. Your mother was furious but had no choice in the matter, no one would have you now that you were sullied, all chances of being married for an advantage was thrown out the window along with your innocence.
Though, you couldnât find it in yourself to care, not when your beloved husbands devoted their entire lives to you ever since the wedding day.
@valeskafics tagging you cause i know you were excited lmao
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Be warned. I wrote this at midnight. I have no clue what im talking about. Do you get it?
"Why doesn't this wolverine teach history? Other wolverine did"
Well, because THAT Wolverine had a Charles. Let me remind you just how fragile Logan's mental state is and just how quickly his brain can throw him into a temporary amnesia due to shock and / or panic that is triggered by his CPTSD.
The thing is, this Wolverine has a Wade. Not a Charles. Sure, Jean could probably do something to him if things got too crazy but you know just how dangerous of territory that would be. Yes, Charles doesn't have a healing factor but it was his confidence and perfect reassuring words that helped him, plus If something did happen Im pretty sure he wouldn't blame him much anyway. He knows what hes dealing with. This isnt to say that jean doesn't but I can see her panicking too much and Logan would feed off of that fear and panic and become worse.
Wade, on the other hand, is neither calm nor says the right things, BUT he can't die :D Which is a massive YES when it comes to dealing with a panicking 3+ time war veteran with knife hands. And is known to attack first ask later.
Trying to teach the kids about 'Nam, a thing sets him off. He stares off into space for a bit, Backs up and his breath gets heavy. The hairs on his arms are raised up and his pupils dilate, they widden and its as if he doesn't even remember he's a teacher.
When he starts the whole "Who are you? Where am I!?" Thing, a student (probably the oldest or one that's been dubbed most responsible) slowly just gets up and leaves to tell a trusted adult.
"Mrs. Munroe?"
"Yes?"
"Mr. Howlett is acting funny again."
"Okay darling. Go fetch Mr. Wilson for me? There's a dear."
She, calm as ever walks into the class room, standing away from the door so not to make him feel trapped, and very clearly shows her hands as she gestures the kids to leave.
Backing himself into a corner, he watches them one by one leave, Gripping at the chalk boards ledge and the windowsil, trying to balance and ground himself.
"Come now children. Quietly and slowly please. Good job. Go next door to Mrs. Summers please." Sending them to the next class room so to leave this one empty.
She stands off to the side of the room. Hands in front of her, smiling softly. "Hello Logan."
"What? Who are you?" He almost hisses but can't help but to feel not so threatened. He always did have a sweet spot for women. Maybe its their scent difference, but like most reactive animals, he's a little calmer for women. A little more trusting.
"Im a dear friend of yours. My name is Ororo. You are in no danger here." She states this practiced sentence with the same whisper of a voice.
"Where the fuck am I. How did I get here!? Did you bring me here!?" At this point he's growling.
"Logan, I assure you that no one forced you here. This is a school. You're a teacher."
"A teacher..?" Just a tad he softens, as if you had just told someone who wanted to be a vet when they grew up that they actually would become a very good vet, except the look in his eyes was as if questioning why they would ever him do that. Be a teacher I mean.
"Yes. If you would like to leave that is okay." She slowly sits in a spare chair, her leg crossing, not knowing how long she will need to play baby sitter but she hoped someone soon would alert the other staff of this. It IS a safety risk after all and Ororo knew that if he hurt anyone at all he'd immediately regret it terribly so when he woke.
"You.. you told her to go get someone. Why? Who are you getting? For what!?" Another snap, as if he thought she was trying to trick him into letting his gaurd down.
She smiles. "Your husband."
"What the fuck do you mean my 'husband'!? What are you sayin' lady!?" The venom in the way he says this makes her giggle a bit. Oh, goodness. He really did lose all of his memories, didn't he? How was the same man who once was so dastardly in love with scott to the point of shredding his heart into a gazillion pieces and is married to the silliest man alive, so internally homophobic? The irony of the thought made her laugh.
"And that kids is how you slice someone into sushi. Rice not included-" His weapons tatics and saftey class is interrupted.
"Mr. Wilson?"
"Oh hey, squirt! You wanna learn how to disconnect someone's joints without even leaving a puncture wound?"
"Maybe later.. uhm...Mr. Howlett's scared again..."
You just see Wade running out on these kids like "I'M COMING WOLVIE!"
"What, you think it's funny!? I ain't got a husband lady! Now, Im leaving! And there's nothing you can do to stop me!" He goes to walk out the door only to run into said husband, who immediately hugs him.
"Babe!! Hi! They told me- OUCH- okay yeah I deserved that- no tocuhy I forgot."
And is stabbed.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!? Get off me! Freak!"
"D'aawww!! Did you see that? He called me a freak! I hate to tell ya cupcake, but you're married to this freak. Now, what's wrOOW- Mad kitty are we? Woah there tiger! Easy boy!"
Logan looks at him, confused, stabs him again, and is trying to figure out why Wade's not dying. He goes to slash him in the head and wades like "WAITWAITWAIT NOT INFRONT OF THE KIDS-"
Mrs. Munroe, by now, has gotten up and left, closing the door and letting out a big sigh, wondering what shade of red they were going to paint the room this time.
She does a little clicky on her walkie and infroms all the staff about the situation and so for the next half hour or so, Logan's kids get to skip class and said classroom now needs a deep scrub.
And this ladies and gentlemen is why this Logan doesn't teach history anymore.
P.E. is SOOOO much easier on his mental status, and sometimes Wade joins, and he puts the whole class against him to make them work on their team building skills. Plus- it's funny to watch your husband get slapped in the head with 20 dodgeballs.
#deadpool and wolverine#poolverine#logan howlett#deadpool#wade wilson#deadpool 3#finding home au#worst wolverine#is the best#ororo munroe#storm xmen#storm#Headmistress storm#jean grey#xmen jean grey#charles xavier#professor x#charles xavier was for real Logans handler for the longest time#and now thats wades job#very scary#vietnam war#living with cptsd#x mansion
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"You know what hurts the most? I've lost our children too...but you...you're still alive...and I've already lost you."
synopsis: the chairman of the gojo group of companies, gojo satoru, is in need of an heir and quick. however, with a wife who is struggling to conceive and his subsequently crumbling marriage, he is forced to explore other options which now comes in the form of his wife's secretary.
pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader
warnings: 18+ angst, smut, mentions of depression and miscarriage.
You and Satoru Gojo are cursed.
Your marriage began to fracture the day you learned you could never have children, each passing moment turning your marriage into a silent battleground of unspoken regrets and fading hopes. People would tell you that itâs probably just bad luck or wrong timing and that sooner or later, you and your other half would be blessed with your heartsâ desires. All you had to do was wait for the right moment, but no one told you that youâd be waiting forever.
âYour tie is crooked again.â
You step into the now empty groomsmen suite where your husband is peering at himself in the mirror. Just a few years ago, he played the role of the groom, anxiously waiting for the hour heâd be linked to you forever. Now, heâs a groomsman in someone elseâs wedding and hopefully a happier marriage.
Satoru looks up at the mirror to see you standing there as if on ceremony, waiting for him to invite you in. Ironically, that pretty much sums up your entire marriage: your shared heartbreak has become a gaping chasm between the two of you. You and Satoru could only hope that his sisterâs wedding wouldnât end up like yours â as lonely and quiet as a solitary mountain lake.
âI got it. You should head down with the other bridesmaids.â Satoru unloops his tie, his heart stubbornly refusing yours.
A numbness coats your veins when he simply gives up, and unbuttons his white collar for a more laid-back look instead, of course heâd rather do that â do anything else â than accept help from you, than speak more than two sentences to you, than be anywhere near you. Thatâs just how things are now after running head first into a happily ever after that was never going to come. âFine. Iâll see you downstairs then.â
âSure,â Satoru says nonchalantly.
He half-expected you to linger by the door for another minute, but his heart caves in when he sees youâve simply left. But what did he expect? The void that exists between the two of you had grown too vast, and the brighter days of your marriage had been swallowed by the abyss of unmet expectations, and endless heartbreak. And now, all thatâs left of the chaos is two lovers who have now ventured into the realm of reluctant strangers driven apart by fate.
Satoru walks over to the now closed door, and somehow sensing that you were still on the other side, he presses a hand to the cold wooden material, as if to say, âIâm still here.â
He hears a soft sniffle, then the painful sound of your receding footsteps and Satoru is, for the first time in one thousand four hundred sixty one days of calling himself your husband, utterly alone.
âTime to go home,â Satoru says monotonously, his right hand buried in his pocket while his free one holds the now settled hospital bill. He looks at you blankly, almost as if he expected this. After all, when you showed him the positive pregnancy test fifteen weeks ago, unlike the preceding ones, Satoru didnât bother to make it public.
âI-Iâm soâŚâ you trail off, your eyes brimming with tears. â...Sorry.â
âI know. You always are,â your husband curtly replies. Heâs lost count of how many times youâve been in this exact position: by your hospital bed with a medical abstract in his hand with the words âspontaneous miscarrriageâ printed on it.
He was getting sick of it. Itâs almost like a nightmare that never seems to end. This would have been your fifth child, and yet again, you and Satoru would never have the chance to hold them in your arms for even just a second until theyâre brutally ripped away from you. He looks at you again and sighs when you donât move a muscle, seemingly still in shock from the ordeal.
âIf youâre not ready to go, Iâll just have our driver pick you up.â
â...Alright.â
âOkay.â
He turns to leave but then your broken voice cuts through the thick air of the hospital room. âSatoruâŚ? You donât blame me right?â
Satoru screws his eyes shut, that was the last question he wanted to answer. He couldnât bring himself to tell you that he has never blamed you for miscarrying, that, in the four years since he married you and the four years heâs had to witness child after child slip through your fingers like it was never meant to be, heâs never felt a tinge of disappointment towards you.
He told you not to go to the dental mission today, since you were on strict bedrest with your placenta previa but you made all these bullshit reassurances that you weren't going to push yourself too hard. He wants to say that you should have been more careful, that you should have listened to him. Yet, even then, he also couldnât bring himself to tell you, his poor wife, his hurting better half, all the resentment heâs been harboring, so, he does the only thing he can do.
He runs away, far away from you when you need him the most. You stifle a sob when he doesnât even crane his head back to look at you like the act of doing so would make him sick. âGet some rest," he simply tells you, unaware that this would be the last real conversation youâd have for a while because the next two months would be weeks of gut-wrenching silence. "Today...must have been hard for you."
He was wrong, you think sullenly to yourself as he leaves you alone. Every day has already become unbearable for you, every breath has become debilitating. What right did you have to breathe when all your children, each one departing with a piece of your and Satoruâs hearts, had been denied that very right?
Looking back at it now, Sayuriâs wedding was just like yours. What else would you have expected considering that you helped with the preparations from the color scheme to the venueâs decorations? Sayuri valued your input, and with you, despite being the junior party, having gotten married first, surely, you must have known what you were talking about when it comes to weddings. Too bad you couldnât say the same thing about knowing a thing or two about marriage.
As you watch the happy couple from the top table, you utter a silent prayer in your heart that Satoruâs sister will never have to face the trials you have faced.
Satoru stands up from his seat, guiding you to the top table with a hand on the small of your back to bid your farewells and final well wishes. âSayuri, itâs getting late. Y/N and I should be heading back now.â A look of disappointment crosses Sayuriâs face but it is quickly overshadowed by understanding.
You watch with a small smile as your husband embraces his older sister, whispering something in her ear that causes her to land a jab on Satoruâs abdomen. Stepping forward, you kiss Sayuriâs cheek in a show of sisterly love. âCongratulations again, nee-san.â
âThanks for helping out again, Y/N,â Sayuri says sweetly, utterly grateful to all the assistance you extended for her special day. âIâm hoping youâll help me for my next event, right?â
You return her smile with a slight tilt of your head; the two of you have been friends long before Satoru came into the picture, what with her being your ever supportive senior in university. The trust that you forged with Sayuri is often a running joke in the Gojo family. Itâs often said that you got your husbandâs sisterâs approval long before you even knew each other. And it was true. The way she has stood as an older sister figure for you even during your darkest days fighting your loneliest battles is something you will forever cherish.
Satoru casts a look at new brother-in-law who is busy mingling with his own family; he makes a face at his sisterâs remark. âYouâre already planning for a second wedding when youâve only been married for six hours?â your husband playfully jokes about his sisterâs very questionable comment.
Come to think of it, thatâs the first time youâve seen Satoru smile in a long while, and when he did, it had to be because he joked about the tricky business of remarriage. It pains you to think that he has smiled so seldomly that youâve almost forgotten how he looks when heâs not in a constant state of silent detachment, oceans deep in his chemtrail of thoughts. You were glad you werenât a mind reader, dreading hearing his thoughts aloud: his silent hatred of you, the final goodbye having already materialized and rehearsed millions of times in his mind.
But couldnât he see that you were still trying? You desperately want to hold his hand in a silent oath: âIâm still here.â but you think better of it, fearing that you might just lose him altogether.
Then again, a ghost of a mirthless smile appears on your lips for a brief second, if thereâs anything you were good at, it was losing people.
You are pulled out of your thoughts by Sayuriâs sarcastic laugh. âHa-ha. If Iâm lucky, thisâll be my only wedding.â She sticks her tongue out at Satoru who merely rolls his eyes in response. âAnyway, as I was saying,â she turns to you with a hesitant smile, mulling over if this was a good idea given your circumstances.
Just then, her husband cordially approaches the three of you. âHey,â he greets his wife with an affectionate kiss. âI got you this,â he places a champagne flute in Sayuriâs hand. âAlcohol-free, I swear.â
Satoruâs face falls momentarily. How long has it been since he kissed his wife like that? No, how long has it been since you put up those unscalable walls around the fortress that is your heart, blocking him out at every corner? He glances your way in an attempt to search your face â for anything to reassure him that your marriage was still salvageable, for anything to let him know you and him were still worth saving â he isnât even surprised when you instantly turn your gaze away from him.
Guess he got his answer.
âDid you tell them?â your new brother-in-law asks with the same trepidation in his tone as his wifeâs.
You make the cardinal mistake of asking. âTell us what?â you ask, puzzled.
The next few words hit you like a tidal wave. Your prayers of Sayuri never having to experience the anguish you felt have been answered, in place of your own unanswered prayers for yourself and Satoru.
âThatâŚweâre expecting.â
You donât even notice that youâve already muttered out a brief: âO-oh. IâmâŚhappy for you.â As you numbly offer Sayuri her congratulations, you think back to all the times you and Satoru have had to hear: âIâm so sorry for your lossâ. It wasnât fair how happiness almost always helplessly slips through your and Satoruâs fingers in the form of a silent heartbeat at twelve weeks, or a fertilized egg that never truly grows into an embryo.
If there really was such a thing as âhellâ or âdamnationâ, then yours came in the form of an empty nursery, an empty stroller, unused onesies, unsung lullabies and unflipped bedtime story books.
Satoru handles the news with an agonizing grace, his voice gruff and raw with held back emotions. He clears his throat, repeating the congratulations. âHow far along are you?â he asks his sister, his demeanor shrouded with a profound yearning for the same thing, if not for him, then for you because if anything, of all people, you deserve that kind of joy too. Maybe even more so than him. He was fine with just having his wife back, after all. The succession of the entire conglomerate would always come second to you.
Even if you didnât know it. Even if you no longer cared to believe him.
âEighteen weeks,â Sayuri answers quietly. âI-I was gonna ask if Y/N would be interested in helping out with the baby shower but, Iâd understand if this feels like a bad ideaââ
â--Itâs okay,â you defensively cut off Sayuri, refusing to hear another word of pity, another syllable along the lines of: âIâm sorry.â. Youâve had enough of that. âI-Iâd be happy toâŚreally.â
With your unconvincing words, your quartet falls into a tense silence. You and Satoru donât dare to stay long enough for either of them to try saving the conversation, so, with a polite and final few well-wishes, you leave. Just as the two of you settle into the backseat of his car for the return journey to Tokyo, tiny droplets of rain begin to collect on the windows.
â...Why canât we be like that?â you break the overwrought silence with a genuine question, a slight tremble in your voice.
âWe were like that too,â he replies almost nostalgically, recalling the many precious hushed conversations each night in your marital bed, the mornings when you and him gaze at the otherâs sleeping form, thinking to yourselves how lucky you two were to have each other, the warmth that came with being so in love.
It was an age long abandoned.
Now, you two were silent, your conversations not extending past two brief sentences, your bed is now empty and cold, and your luck had run out the same way your love died out.
âOnce.â
You spoke of your union as if it were a house of cards thatâs been torn apart by the wind, the two of you are now all but decimated, to the point where one can only wistfully pine after what had been lost that can no longer be restored. And after the many arguments that had erupted between you and him, unbearably, this was the one thing you could never argue about.
Satoru nods, echoing your words with a heavy heart. âYeahâŚonce.â
The fact is: no one knows what happened or rather, no one â not even your OBGYN â could have expected this. It was a normal day, you and Satoru, as excited parents-to-be, had booked the appointment and all the succeeding ones leading to your supposed due date ahead of time, so, you arrived at your usual schedule of 3:30 PM, and after a quick check of your vitals, the OB moves to conduct the standard ultrasound.
As you move to lie down on the bed, it seems youâve only just noticed the bag Satoru was carrying. You look at it curiously. âWhatâs that?â you ask, pointing to the moss green canvas bag on his lap.
âYour hospital bag,â Satoru says enthusiastically, already opening it. âSee? I packed three pairs of socks for you, a sweater, your lip balm, hairbrush, lotion and â why are you laughing?â he asks when you snort with laughter. The OB is also shaking her head in amusement. Clearly, your oblivious husband kinda missed the memo.
âBabe,â you explain amidst your giggles. âIâm not having the baby today.â
âWhat do you meaâoh,â He awkwardly looks at the hospital bag. Satoru Gojo, the owner of the ever powerful Gojo conglomerate, the darling of Kabutocho and the Nikkei Index, a holder of a dual degree in finance and business analytics, further supplemented with an MBA from Wharton, looks flustered. He had forgotten that heâs only supposed to bring that during the delivery.
The OB chuckles as she lifts your shirt up to squeeze some of the ultrasound gel on the taut skin of your still mostly flat but slightly swollen belly. âSeems dad was a bit too excited,â she remarks. You shift at the cold gel, but relax after a while.
âWell, itâs our first, after all,â you glance at Satoru with a warm smile. He brings your hand to his lips and he sits down on the chair, his eyes altering between you and the monitor. You squeeze his hand as the probe glides over your midriff. The image shifts slightly on the screen and the OB zooms in on the small image of your baby.
She makes a note of the growth. â6.0 centimeters at 12 weeks,â the OB says, pleasantly surprised. âNow, would the two of you like to hear the babyâs heartbeat?â
You and Satoru share a brief look of happiness and nod simultaneously.
Instantly, images of what life would look like from now on flash in your minds: Satoru would constantly be chasing after the little tornado that would be your child, while youâd be too busy cleaning up after the mischievous duo. If itâs a girl â which is Satoruâs preference but heâll never actually say that out loud â Satoru would be almost always willing to indulge them. Their little girl needs your lipstick to give her daddy a makeover? Say no more, heâs already rummaging through your makeup bag. Oh, she wants a tiara? Heâs already on the phone with his ex-fling who also happens to be Swarovskiâs top designer to commission a tiara piece for his little princess.
And honestly, the same can be said for you if the baby does turn out to be a boy. It would be a joy to have a little Satoru of your own. Youâd shower them with kisses every morning, and every night before he went to sleep, never shying away from letting him know how much you love him.
Or at least that was the plan.
Call it a motherâs intuition but something doesnât feel right. Worry pricks at your entire being when all you can hear is the drone-like hum of the examination roomâs AC unit, the frequency adjustment of the ultrasound machine and the sound of your own hearts breaking at the sound of silence.
âIâm so sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Gojoââ
ââWhatâs happening?â you ask frantically, your head abruptly lifting from the pillow in alarm to look at the screen. âWhatâs happening, âToru? Why canât I hear anything?â you look to Satoru for answers â no, perhaps you knew the answer all along â you simply looked at him, pleading with him to tell you that this wasnât real, that youâve probably just gone momentarily deaf or something, and that by some miracle, your baby was still there.
But as Satoru simply purses his lips, gently easing you back onto the bed, his eyes brimming with tears that were now falling in the crook of your neck, silently sobbing into your shoulder with you. You could faintly hear the OB amidst your sobs already paging the hospital pharmacy for a prescription of Mifepristone and Misoprostol to assist with emptying your womb. Not that it wasnât already empty to begin with now that your baby is gone, and all theyâve left in their wake is a void in their parentâs hearts and a sense of confusion.
Why? Why did they just up and leave like that before you even got to hold them, to see their tiny face as they sleep in their hospital bassinet next to your bed? Did your baby somehow sense that you and Satoru would be horrible parents? Were you unworthy of their love, so unworthy that youâd never get to meet them?
âShh, shh,â Satoru tries to soothe you in spite of his own turmoil, the thought of losing the baby too heavy on his mind to do anything other than attempt to comfort you. âIâm hereâŚIâm right here.â
He was right. You both were still here but gazing back at the black and white image of your now sleeping angel, youâll just have to learn to accept that they arenât.
Satoru has been acting strange all day.
For one, he sent you a good morning text message wishing you luck with your patients today just as you were about to change into your scrubs when you arrived at your dental clinic in Tokyo Midtown, and just after receiving that message, your secretary, Kozue, happily enters your office with your takeaway coffee in one hand and a small gift box in the other.
âYou know, Mr. Gojo would be a horrible secret admirer,â she remarks simply, placing the box above the patient records you were reviewing.
âWhy is that?â you ask, finishing up on your 9:00 patientâs appointment sheet.
Kozue gestures to the Bvlgari logo on the small box. âHe clearly has a thing for high-end jewelry brands, itâs either he sends you Bvlgari or Swarovski.â You breathe a small laugh at her keen observation.
âLooks like your observation skills are improving, pretty soon, I might just assign a patient to you,â you joke. âAnyway, itâs our fifth anniversary today, hence the gift-giving. I left him a new pair of Giorgo Armani loafers on the closet display this morning.â
âYou two are so extra,â Kozue chortles. âMy boyfriend and I donât get to do all this.â
You nod sympathetically. âWhenâs he coming back again?â you ask as you carefully open the box to reveal a pair of Serpenti Seduttori diamond earrings with a blue sapphire on the head. Kozue watches you try them on with a soft smile on her face, itâs not often anyone gets to see you put your hair down.
âAround next year,â Kozue gushes. âBut honestly, well, uhâŚdonât freak out, butââ
ââYou plan to join him in Chicago once he gets his MBA,â you answer for her.
Youâve seen her often searching for apartments in the South Loop, indicating her future plans to leave the clinic and the country altogether for greener pastures overseas. You know that the long distance relationship has been hard for her, often using her breaks to speak with her boyfriend on the phone just as heâs about to turn in for the night.
Itâs almost funny to think about: that Kozue and her lover, despite being forced into a long distance relationship due to their differing circumstances, were just about as close as literal soulmates get, while you and Satoru live together and yet youâre worlds away from each other.
But whatever, some people just get dealt a better hand.
âItâs alright. I really donât mind if this would be our last year working together if it means you get to pursue your happiness elsewhere. The clinic is nothing compared to the world, after all.â
Kozue nods in thanks. This is just another one of the many things she admires you for. She knows that she isnât as tenured as the rest of the dentists in the clinic, and honestly, she didnât have a doctorate in dentistry either, but you still trusted her enough to be your secretary, and you never made her feel that she was in any way inferior to you or anyone else â itâs all just part of your caring nature even if you do have
âNow, youâre just making me wanna stay even more, boss,â Kozue pretends to wipe a tear from her eye, making you laugh.
Her loyalty is always something youâre grateful for and quite frankly, you couldnât imagine the clinic functioning as well as it is without her. Sure, sometimes sheâs annoyingly optimistic sometimes and just unbearably too happy in the mornings, but you had to hand it to her, in an office full of sleep-deprived dentists like yourselves, Kozueâs infectious enthusiasm is probably just as essential as good quality coffee beans. She always knows when to cheer everyone up, especially you.
âWell, thatâs great, since you always know how to get me out of a tight spot,â you half-joke.
âAlways!â she holds up her thumb in affirmation. The intercom suddenly pages her and she checks her watch. âLooks like our first patients are coming in, Iâll see you later. And happy anniversary to the two of you!â
The rest of the afternoon rolls by uneventfully and before you know it, Satoru is already picking you up from work like he always does except this time, heâs carrying a bouquet of pink camellias.
He removes his sunglasses just as he steps into the building and you stand there for a bit, a little starstruck.
Itâs no secret that your husband is good-looking, but it feels like an eternity since youâve actually properly regarded him. Itâs like seeing him for the first time all over again: your heart thumps in your chest and a blush creeps onto your cheeks. How long has it been since youâve felt this way? Since the two of you spent time with each other? Since you both made a courageous effort to mend the gap between you and him?
Satoru also stands there, relief washing over him when he notices you wearing the earrings he got you. âHey,â he greets, striding over to you. The bouquet is placed into your waiting hands and you feel youâve been swept off your feet when he leans down to press a soft yet somehow yearnful kiss on your forehead.
âHiâŚâ You shyly greet your husband like heâs some guy you met on a blind date. You then realize heâs wearing the Armani shoes you got him. âDo they fit well?â
What kind of a question is that? Satoru is a size twelve and a half, you should know your husband the same way he should know how his wife prefers pearls over sapphire.
Satoru forces a wry smile. The shoes do feel a little pinchy but you didnât need to get the impression that he doesnât appreciate your gift. âYeah, theyâre great.â He glances at the earrings with a soft smile. âYou look beautiful.â
âTell that to the patient who thought I was a mushroom when I gave them nitrous oxide earlier,â you chuckled. Satoru snorted in laughter at that. âHappy anniversary, âToru,â you whispered.
âHappy anniversary, Y/N,â he pulls you into a tight hug, and your heart swells with an uneasy but welcome joy.
Your arms instinctively wrap around your husbandâs form which Satoru responds to with an indiscernible sniffle. The walk to the car is quiet but not tense and maybe not peaceful either, years of emotional distancing are not easily forgotten after all. But â you look at your and Satoruâs interlocked hands, noting how for once, it felt like they fit a little more perfectly together right now more than ever â maybe itâs a start.
Thereâs a saying that goes: âThere is no calamity greater than lavish desires. There is no greater guilt than discontentment. And there is no greater disaster than greed.â In a game of poker, itâs said the winner is the first to rise once he gets his betting sum back, and in chess, oftentimes it is the aggressive players that slaughter pawn after pawn who do not realize their own territory has already been infiltrated by their opponent.
With that being said, you shouldnât have pushed it. You should have been content with the small yet meaningful progress you and Gojo made. After a night out at Tokyoâs Stellar Sky Garden Lounge, the two of you practically stumble back into the penthouse in an intense haze of lust, desire and a banal and reckless greed. In Satoruâs defense, with the way that you were responding to his touch, tilting your head back to expose the delicate flesh of your neck as he nips on the skin like a man possessed, he thought that, at the very least, you were ready to be intimate with him after what felt like an eternity of you choosing to sleep in the guest room rather than your marital bed.
âH-HahâS-Satoru, mnhhâŚâ
Satoru expertly wraps his lips around your nipple, suckling at it, his nose tickling your mound. His other hand catches your other tit, squeezing at the tender nub eliciting a languid moan from your lips. âShhh,â he releases your nipple momentarily, his tongue flicking against the bud. âLet me take care of you, babeâŚâ
His hand trails down to your core, collecting your slick, rubbing up and down your slit, plunging a finger inside. He bites his lip at your warmth, he could already feel your familiar and tight walls. And he wasnât even inside you yet. The thought of being inside you again sends a shiver of excitement down his spine, and he pushes you onto the soft mattress.
Itâs been two years since your last miscarriage, two whole years that youâve denied him of sexual intimacy. And Satoru doesnât blame you. Having to endure loss after loss, it was expected that youâd withdraw into yourself, closing everyone off as you healed. But canât you see he was hurting too? That he has wept too? That he also has his own fair share of damp tear-stained pillows? That he has, on many occasions, locked himself in his C-suite office after having had to endure another sleepless night of your relentless sobs in the other room?
He looks into your hooded eyes, and he sees the future you two have lost: you carrying his baby in your arms, cooing to them as you bounce them gently in your arms â now, Satoru isnât religious, but that image is his heaven. Burying his length into your cunt, he chokes, letting out a pleasured groan that mixes with your own breathless whine. Soon, the bedroom is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin as he pounds into you at a desperate pace.
On your end, with every roll of his hips, tears prick your eyes.
This feels wrong.
No, this feels excruciating and terribly hollow. Heâs never touched you like this. Sex with Satoru was always passionate, and loving. His hands would always intertwine with yours as he catches your lips in a searing kiss. Heâs never like this. His captivating sapphire eyes held a loneliness to them.
As heâs bullying your cunt, you could feel yourself sinking into oblivion.
âAahââ Satoru groans softly, his forehead pressed against your shoulder as looking at you was so painful for him right now. He doesnât want to hate you, but he seems unable to love you all the same. What should he do? What can he do?
Suddenly, as heâs approaching his high, his hips melding into yours a little more forcefully and erratically, a dam of tears bursts wide open and you push back against him.
âMmâŚâm getting closeânghâgonna make you a mommy again, all round with my baby, you like that huh?â Satoru lifts your legs to his shoulders, thrusting into your weeping pussy, oblivious to the turmoil in your head. Two seconds ago, you wanted this. Now, you feel like you were gonna be sick at his ramblings of getting you pregnant again.
Fuck. You canât do that anymore: getting pregnant and being led to believe that by some miracle, youâll carry to term. Please just make it end.
âSatoru, d-donâtânghâp-please stopââ
âShhh, ahâŚY/NâŚgonna cumâŚgonna give you my babyâaghââ
He doesnât seem to hear you. No, he pretends not to hear you outrightly rejecting him.
On your end, you felt like you were dying, with the overwhelming self-loathing in your heart, you couldn't even see Satoruâs desperate effort to restore the normal intimacy you two shared during the early parts of your marriage. But you didnât care. Satoru didnât deserve to make love to someone whoâs already gone, to stick around for someone who canât give him the happiness he deserves.
âSatoru, PLEASE STOP!â
âFuck!â Satoru pulls out mid-thrust. Your heart clenches when he looks like heâs been slapped right across the face. He hastily finishes himself off and upon his release, he groans in frustration. He should have known youâd be this way. And fuck, he was angry at you. He was angry at himself for stupidly hoping that things were gonna get better. âYouâre impossible!â he fumed, already pulling on his clothes, ready to abandon you.
âSatoru, wait! Where are you going?!â you pull the blanket to your chest, draping yourself as you follow him to the door.
âAnywhere! Anywhere but here!â
âYouâve never been here!â You accuse him without thinking and instant regret overruns you when Satoru lets out a scoff of disbelief. âSatoru, wait, Iâm sorry!â
âNever?â Satoruâs jaw tenses. âWhat do you mean I wasnât here?â Heâs on the edge of losing it completely now. You had some nerve accusing him of that when he had to pick up the pieces â your pieces, the pieces of this shattered marriage. âSay it again, Y/N. Tell me exactly how I was never here.â
It was wrong of you to say that.
Painful memories begin flashing into your mind like a tragic montage: the uneaten and cold tray of food Satoru would leave outside the guest bedroom for you on the hardest and loneliest days of your life, the many instances heâs had to coax you to get out of bed by taking you to the places the two of you used to love, the countless nights heâs had to hold you, staying awake to hush you when you wake up sobbing from another nightmare.
âSatoru, no, IâI didnât meanâŚthatâŚâ
He turns around to look you in the eyes, rage seeping through his usually calm ocean orbs. âYou didnât mean that? You sure sounded like you did!â He takes a step towards you, and you inch backwards, drawing your gaze to your feet in shame. âItâs fucking amazing how you donât âmean toâ do anything! You didnât mean to stand me up during our anniversary date last year too, the same way you didnât mean to start sleeping in the guest bedroom every nightââ
You flinch at the accusation dripping from his voice as he unloads all his heartache on you. âStopâŚplease stopââ
âAnd let me guess you didnât mean to lose our children too!â
Your hand connects with his cheek and Satoru is stunned. Not at your slap. But at the vile words that just left his throat. He stares at you in shock, guilt written all over his face.
âDonât you dare bring our children into this. You think this has been easy on me? Feeling a little life grow everyday in your womb only for them to justâŚbe goneâŚone day when you wake up? You donât know how difficult it is to lose a child!â
âAnd you donât know how difficult it is to lose your wife!â Satoru retorts, his voice thick with exhaustion.
His eyes bear the scars of your shared heartbreak. He knows youâve been struggling. Truly he does. And he wants nothing more than to take all your pain away from you, to spare you from the hell that youâve been unfairly sentenced to. But why canât you realize that you arenât the only wounded party here?
âAnd you know what hurts the most?â His eyes gleamed with unshed tears, his voice cracking mid-sentence.
His gaze falls to the locket that held a small sonogram picture of your would have been fourth child which you wore everyday.
âI lost our children too. I grieved for them too. But youâŚyouâre still alive but Iâm already grieving for you like I've already lost you.â
Satoru doesnât return to the bedroom again that night and the next morning, you both awake to a wedding portrait that now. sheltered a heartbroken wifeâs teardrop stains, and a box full of baby items for disposal packed by a husband who has now, by all intents and purposes, given up.
Satoru slips out to the five star hotel's rooftop for some much needed air. Hopefully none of these pesky journalists saw him on his way here. But that probably just comes with the whole experience of celebrating the conglomerate's tenth anniversary. He finds you in the garden, seated on a bench next to a potted plant. Satoru approaches you quietly, sitting down next to you. "I thought I'd find you up here."
"Hmm? Yeah, it was starting to feel suffocating in there," you chuckled. "I think it was nice of you to choose the Tokyo Children's Hospital as this year's beneficiary," you nudge him lovingly. You were already excited for the upcoming courtesy visit and celebratory turnover of the 20 million yen donation from the Gojo clan's multinational conglomerate.
Satoru plants a loving kiss on your temple, pulling you close to his form, his head resting atop yours. It's been a year since you've gotten married and already, people were already getting antsy for a baby, but maybe none as anxious as your families who are more than excited to have a new little one running around their respective estates. "So, walk me through the event next week. What have you got planned?" he asks you candidly about your plans for the turnover.
"Well, I already contacted a catering company for the children's party, oh and of course, there'll be games and storytelling sessions," you share eagerly. "I even hired a magician and facepainter!"
Satoru hums at your plans. "Of course, it can't be a children's party without some facepainting action."
"You know facepainting isn't limited to children," you flash him an impish grin. Understanding the implication of your words, Satoru immediately shakes his head in adamant refusal. "Oh come on, as the Gojo Group of Companies's chairman, you have to lead by example, right?"
"They aren't my employees!" Satoru laughs. Before you could even pull your signature pout, he pecks your cheek. "But if that's what my wife wants, then, I'll have them paint my pretty white hair too."
You laugh along with him, sighing contentedly at this peaceful moment. "Hey, Satoru? Why don't we...make them a part of the permanent beneficiary list?" you suggest quietly. "I mean, we still have some room for them, right?"
Satoru contemplates the possibility of having the Tokyo Children's Hospital as a permanent beneficiary of the Gojo Group, yet, he agrees nonetheless. "You know what? I don't see why not, I'll be sure to talk to PR about it," he smiles softly. "We can even make it a tradition - having a fun get-together with the kids and their parents." Satoru's heart swells at the idea of one day bringing your own child along to these events, teaching them the importance of being altruistic and compassionate to others. You nod, seemingly sharing his thoughts. "Maybe someday, we can bring our own little one into the mix."
You nod against Satoru's warm embrace with a wistful smile dancing on your lips. "I'd like that. Logistically, it'd be faster for the two of us to distribute the goodie bags if we had an extra little pair of hands."
"It's a plan then," Satoru concurs joyfully.
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jealousy looks good on you
summary. Astarion realizes you're jealous after a night out at the tavern where he must gather information from another. And him being him, teasing ensues.
warnings. fluff, idk just two idiots doing idiotic things, Tav here is good oriented, sorry to evil tav players,,,
pairing. Astarion x GN!reader
a/n. I love morons in love,,
You were not jealous. Especially not of that damned elf practically hanging off from his arm.
You'd encountered devils, walking brains, even the greatest of beasts during your adventures, yet not once have you felt nothing but utter annoyance. Like an obnoxious fly circling your head insistently no matter how much you swatted at it.
You'd never considered yourself possessive of your dearest companion. Sure, you were protective of him at times, but so were you with the rest of your group, especially knowing what each person had gone through in their lives. And while being lovers might've given an extra kick to that boundary, by no means were you excessively watching him like a hawk.
But now here you were, not watching him, but her.
Information, you remind yourself. You'd nearly forgotten why he was even tolerating her behavior in the first place, because even if he was flirtacious by nature, his tendencies narrowed down towards only you after your conversation at Moonrise. You knew he dreaded this as much as you, but the information that woman had was a mustâand Astarion had insisted he could help out.
You were sincerely regretting even entertaining the idea now.
She has her chest pressed flush to the toned muscles of his arm, making sure heâs aware of what qualities she has to offer. With a bat of her lashes, she lets out a shrill laughter when he mumbles something, playfully hitting his chest as if it's the funniest thing in the world.
Youâll show her something really fucking funny at this rateâ
Patience, you remind yourself. Breathe. In and out. This is unlike the qualities of a hero trying to save the city. Shooting an arrow at the woman would do nothing but cause panic. Why did you even want to get so violent in the first place? A little minor bump in the road shouldn't make you this angry, should it?
You seriously don't want to watch anymoreâespecially when he leans toward her to whisper something in her ear and she lets out that rage-inducing giggle againâso you down the rest of your alcohol and run a hand down your face.
You don't notice his eyes glancing at you every few moments, too busy calming your nerves.
A few minutes later, you hear the scrape of his chair pushing back and a rush of relief floods you when you see him stand, face content in a way that tells you the mission was successful. You thank the Gods above because any more of this and you certainly would've committed some sort of crime-
The woman takes his hand, shaking her head before giving him a sly smile. The breaths you took earlier seem to have no effect the second she motions towards the door, her fingers still wrapped around his hand like a death sentence.
You should trust him, you think.
He's had more experience in this than anyone else.
You can't see his expression, but the second you see hers drop, you're suddenly moving across the entire tavern. He whips around when he hears your steps and the relief on his face almost calms you. Almost.
âHello, dear,â you accentuate. And though your eyes are trained on his, you're more focused on the woman from your side view. âReady to leave? Sorry I had to catch up with a friend earlier.â
He raises a brow for a moment, and you suspect itâs because you were never supposed to even be in the plan. You suddenly feel hot under his gaze and look away, embarrassed to have let your emotions alter the mission so muchâbut he seems more than pleased. In fact, the bastard grins.
âYes, my love,â he snickers, snatching his arm away from the woman and looping the other around the waist. âLet us hurry. I cannot stand another moment being unable to ravage you under suchâprying eyes.â
Somehow, your face gets hotter.
Before the woman can respond (though you doubt she even wanted to), he's leading you out the tavern into the cold air of the streets for a much needed breather on your part. You're almost certain you won't be going to that tavern for a while.
ââMy dearâ?â he mimics, his lips stretching wider. âIâd believed I was the one with pet names in our relationship. You'd seemed quite adamant on calling me by my given name after all. Had a change of heart?â
Your voice is a mumble as you retort. âMust be the alcohol.â
âReally? Because if I didn't know any better, and I do,â he stops the two of you around the corner of the building in an isolated spot, forcing you to meet his eyes. âIâd think you were jealous back there, darling.â
âI was just worried about you,â you blurt in a hurry. âOtherwise I wouldn't have butt in andââ
âOh, my sweet sweet love,â he laughs. âI could feel you glaring from across the building. And I'm sure I could've sworn to see you slam your goblet a few times. No need to be ashamed. Jealousy is quite normal, and I'm more than flattered.â
âIâm notââ you begin, but her face flashes in your mind again. The way she'd touched his arms, his chest, and you knew she'd never know him the way you do. But it didn't quell the annoyance flickering in your chest. He raises a brow expectantly for your answer, and you quietly lift your hand to his arm, dusting it off.
Dusting her off.
And finally, you accept it. âIâm going to burn those clothes.â
He snorts. âIâm sure there's more romantic ways of getting me naked, but thisâll have to do for now.â
âI will. Then Iâll bury the ashes somewhere.â
âCharming.â
You look at him, disappointedânot in him, but yourself. Before you can drown in your own thoughts, he lifts his fingers to caress your face, smiling. âThere really was no need to be jealous, darling.â
âI know,â you mutter. âI justâseeing her practically begging for your attention pissed me off.â
âAnd there's the difference between you and her. If it's worth even comparing at all,â he says, planting a peck to your forehead. âShe begs a hopeless cause while I beg for you.â
You roll your eyes playfully. âYou don't need to beg me for attention.â
âIâm aware. I know how much you're fond of me and my gorgeous eyelashes.â You sigh at this. âBut I must admit that a selfish part of me is a bit pleased by your reaction to that vile woman.â
âWhy? This feels horrible.â
âWell, now you get a taste of what I want to do when I see you with that damned cleric,â he groans at the thought. âYes, I am aware you two are the giddiest of friends, but whenever she puts her hands all over you for the sake of healingââ
You burst into a fit of laughter. âHow else is she supposed to help?â
âIâm sure she can heal you from a safe distance away. Preferably twelve feet. Maybe more.â
Wordlessly, you calm your smile and press your lips to his, your fingers running through white curls. He holds you like youâre made of glass, gently.
The kiss is soft, even as you finally pull away. âStupid vampire.â
âSilly darling.â
You don't complain when he pulls you closer for one last kiss.
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Itâd be funny if y/n voice of reason for Deadpool and Wolverine was a teen trying to wrangle these grown ass men to do their job one of said men being over 200 yrs old đđ
Wade and Logan are the type to adopt any fucking kid in their vicinity as their own. Fight me on that. (You canât)
So teen!reader being the one person whoâs is able to put both men in their place is something youâd only see from an comedy film because it felt so out of left field, however with how these two act it wasnât that far fetched.
You: are you sure Iâm not the adult here or?
Wade: you are literally a fetus.
Logan: shut it Wade! *looks to reader* just stick close and donât do anything stupid.
You: oh soâŚlike what you two are doing right now? All Iâm taking away from this is to not be like you in any way or shape if I donât want to make life decisions that Iâll regret later on in life, got it.
Wade to Logan: did we just get bullied by a kid?
Logan to Wade: donât act pally with me now like you didnât shove your sword up my ass, bub.
They donât want to admit it either but even they knew that without your constantly wrangling of them, theyâd probably be still fighting each other or taunting each other until the other snaps *cough* Wade *cough*
Nothing would ever get done if you didnât bash their heads together and told them to get their heads out of their asses.
Also from an outsider perspective, it will be hilarious to watch two fully grown men getting scolded by a teenager, or weird because how come a kid had more power over two men who had regenerative abilities and years of combat experience under their belts.
I can also imagine that before you leave for the mission, Logan and Wade probably got lied to and were told that they were in charge of the mission, when in actuality it was you who was put in charge of the mission and making sure they didnât massacre each other on top of that.
Logan would probably try to remind you of who the oldest one out of all of you were but Wade would be like:
Wade: old man Logan is being ageist again!
Logan: Iâm not-
You: starting off a sentence with âIâm 200 yrs old, I know what Iâm doingâ sounds pretty ageist to me.
Logan canât catch a break, especially not when you and Wade decided to tag team him and so heâd huff and grumble his discrepancies under his breath cuz taking out his claws is a big no no.
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