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citricacidprince · 3 months ago

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Could you draw that "I trust you" scene with Mabel and Stan but with the relativity AU? (The stan twins and pine twins swap ages au)

OF COURSE, I WILL GLADLY DRAW THEM!!! 💥💥💥

I’m gonna post a long winded thesis about my thoughts on this AU, my take on the AU, and two additional arts under the cut because ooooh boy it’s a tad bit long lol. Also, please please forgive the formatting, I’m writing this all on the fly and it’s extremely disjointed, sorry- 💥

I know there’s the ‘canon’ Relativity AU designs and character dynamics, however I don’t really like them that much ngl. I feel like it mostly just ends up with ‘Mabel and Dipper get switched with Stan and Ford with no nuances once so ever’ and that BLOWS!!! There’s so much potential there and no one is playing with it!! YOU GUYS DON’T EVEN HAVE MABEL PRETENDING TO BE DIPPER, WHATS THE POINT????

Not only that but I feel like making Dipper and Mabel’s dynamic just Ford and Stan’s when they’re adults is a HUGE simplification of their characters. Like, Mabel and Dipper fight, but they don’t fight like Stan and Ford, they’re not as hard headed and stubborn. Mabel would commit some crimes yes, but I don’t believe she would get into some of the heavy shit Stan had in his past. I refuse to believe Mr. Dipper ‘Undiagnosed Anxiety Disorder’ Pines would fall for Bill’s flattery as easily as Ford did.

The Pines Twins are very different from the Mystery Twins. Mabel and Dipper didn’t grow up with a father constantly comparing the two and pinning them against each other, outright telling one kid they’ll always be a failure while the other is going to have the burden of making their family rich. They never had that tension. They wouldn’t be walking on eggshells around eachother as adults.

I know that makes the concept sound boring to some, ‘Where’s the fun in the AU if you take away the sibling fighting’. You cowards, you can still have it, young Stan and Ford are RIGHT THERE. During the second half of the show when Dipper comes back through the portal, instead of having the older set of twins, something that doesn’t male sense with their characters, have a building tension that’s going to explode soon and keep it between Stan and Ford, don’t take it away from them. If anything, I think taking away the resentment and anger growing between the two and giving it to Mabel and Dipped is a butchering of all the characters.

Sure that means some of the episodes would have to change or be completely erased, but that’s fine!!! Make up some new ones!!! Get silly with it!!!

Mabel and Dipper talk about feelings, Stan and Ford don’t. Mabel and Dipper can’t stay mad at each other, Stan and Ford will try and stay mad for decades because being angry is easier than being upset.

In my idea of this AU that fight at the end of Weirdmageddon HAS to be between Stan and Ford, and Stan HAS to still be the one getting his memories erased.

💥 Post Not-What-He-Seems Relativity AU Rambling Below 💥

Dipper is a paranoid man, fool him once you’re never going to fool him again. He would never in a million years ever work with Bill again. Ford however is an extremely lonely child, both he and his brother are desperate for any type of positive attention. I think Bill would see him as a potential protege, especially since Ford is a ‘freak’ like he is and the kid is extremely smart for his age. He’s malleable, Bill probably thinks he could shape him uo to be the perfect lackey.

Ford, being the lonely kid he is, probably does fall for the praise initially. He craves attention and Bill pushes all the right buttons and says all the right words, tries and gains his trust even if time has proven again and again that he shouldn’t be trusting the demon.

The tension between the Stan Twins would grow after Grunkle Dipper comes back because Ford is upset that Stan didn’t listen to him (even if it was for the best that he did) and that Grunkle Dipper forgave Graunty Mabel so easily because if Ford was in those shoes he wouldn’t have. It grows more and more as Ford becomes distant and Stan tries to connect with his brother to no avail. Which, of course, comes to a boiling point when Ford says he’s going to stay in Gravity Falls and learn under Grunkle Dipper. Stan is rightfully upset. He can’t go back to New Jersey by himself. It’s always just been the two of them, he needed Ford, he couldn’t handle school or their father by himself. He can’t be alone.

Unlike Mabel who just wanted one more day of summer, Stan wishes that he wouldn’t be alone, which indirectly causes Weirdmaggendon.

Stan’s prison bubble would probably be a fake New Jersey-esc town full of a bunch of little Stans running around. Town O’ Stan. A place where no Stan is left behind.

Ford says some nice words to Stan there to get him outta there but there is still this intense tension between the two.

During the Cipher Wheel Ford is the one who tackles Stan. The two fight, whining out hurtful words neither of them mean and only stop when Bill shows up and captures them. Graunty Mabel and Grunkle Dipper run off and distract Cipher in hopes that they can keep the attention on themselves long enough that their great nephews could come up with a plan to escape.

The younger twins don’t find a way out and instead, finally, have an actual talk about their feelings, one that definitely ends up in tears as the two talk about the pressure that’s put on them or how worthless they feel. After that the boys get a rush of determination to escape when Stanley has a plan. Ford immediately hates the plan but Stan insists that they do it, in his own words, ‘Let me prove I can do something right for once.’

When Bill comes back and threatens to kill either Mabel or Dipper just for the hell of it, Ford calls out that he’d like to make a deal.

He wants to work with Bill, let Bill into his mind willingly. Bill immediately jumps on that offer. Ford is a promising young kid, perfect henchmaniac potential, not to mention it would absolutely devastate Dipper is his great nephew willingly turned to Bill’s side.

He goes into Ford’s head, revealing Stanley just in time to reveal that he was trapped, panicking as he was erased with a swift left-hook along with a kid who was happy to prove he was good for something after all.

Everyone was devastated after Weirdmaggedon of course, a child had his mind completely wiped. Stanford took it the worst, he just managed to finally break down those words that others built in his head, that he was too good for Stanley or that he didn’t need a knucklehead like him dumbing down his brain, and now his brother was gone. Just like that.

We all know what happens after this, Stan gets his memory back, everyone celebrates and the Stan twins are sent home, promising each other that they’ll never let anyone try and tear them apart ever again. Dipper and Mabel stay at the shack, after all, all they could ever want is there, where else could they possibly go?

Sorry this was… extremely rambly and long, I am extremely tired and can’t think straight I have a bunch more ideas and concepts so if anyone’s desperately wants to hear them just ask I guess, sorry you read this dumb of ass essay haha 💥

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indecisivemuch · 10 months ago

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Look at me

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Reader

Summary: Being oblivious to Luke’s feelings, you tried to get over him by getting a boyfriend, who just does not know how to treat you right. Inspired by the song ‘Boyfriend’ by Dove Cameron ~ “I could be a better boyfriend than him.” (jealous luke, friends-to-lovers, fluff, angst, pining, happy ending.)

Warning: Just the boyfriend being an asshole and unwanted physical touch for a split second, but nothing serious. Sorry if your name is Cole. Violence (physical fighting)

Note: I’m sorry if there are a lot of errors, I haven’t had the chance to edit this thoroughly so if it feels like a train wreck, then I'm sorry. I just needed to write this out, get it out there, so I can go back to revising for my exams in peace lol, cause this plot/idea has been at the back of my head, I could not stop thinking about it or study properly. Lowkey hated how this one turned out, but whoops.

Word count: 4.8k

“People say that eyes are the windows to one's soul,” you once told him. You two have been best friends for a very long time: five years of being attached to the hip. Yet, you were completely oblivious to the way he looked at you. Even everybody at camp noticed and thought it was bound to happen. They were so sure that Luke and you would end up together. So imagine everybody’s surprise when something else occurred.

It happened right in front of Luke: Cole - a boy from Cabin 5 and son of Ares - asked you out, and you said yes.

It has been two months since that day. All Luke could do was sulk as he watched his best friend slip away. Of course, you still tried to spend as much time as possible with him. But even then, things have changed. There were no more of those content silences between the two of you. There were no more carefree laughs that made Luke feel like you two were the only ones that existed in this place. He used to walk you back to your cabin every night, hugging you good night or kissing your forehead close to your hairline if he felt brave enough. Moments like those convinced him you two would be like that forever. But his solace was taken in a split second. Now, you were so near, yet so out of reach.

It didn’t help that he saw you every day, like right now, as you sat in the middle of a gathering hosted by your cabin. Gods, even the wind seems to be in love with you, judging by the way it was blowing through your hair as if it was trying to twirl itself around those lovely locks that Luke himself used to always tug behind your ears. The sight of you always bathed him in this warm feeling, like the morning sun. Hence his nickname for you: sunshine.

Then his brown eyes landed on the figure next to you, and they hardened. He has witnessed it all: Cole’s backhanded compliments, ignoring you on your birthday, leaving you alone to talk to his friends, occasionally flirting back with girls who batted an eyelash at him, and then blatantly telling you that you were overthinking it. Luke knew he could treat you so much better.

You were sitting with your boyfriend and his group of friends, who often gave you weird looks or snickers. Gods, if it was him you were with, he’d never make you feel excluded. He would have his arms around you and defend you if his friends ever made snarky remarks. Not that that would ever happen anyway; you were well-loved at camp, and all his friends loved you. But he would treat you well, nevertheless, not like that dumbass sitting next to you.

One of your favorite songs started playing, and Luke watched as you genuinely smiled for once tonight. You touched your boyfriend’s arm, muttering something to him. Luke knew exactly what you were saying to Cole because you and Luke used to do this together. Except, you never had to ask Luke.

Whenever your favorite tunes were on, Luke would immediately pull you out of your seat and dance with you, laughing as if nothing mattered at all. Nights like those, he liked to imagine that the stars above envied them and what the two of you had. Now? He felt like one of them, watching from the outside.

Luke’s jaw clenched as he saw Cole shrugging off your hand on his arm. Gods, Luke felt like that idiot was taking you for granted, and his blood boiled. Before Cole, Luke used to always orchestrated some excuse to have you touch him - getting injured on purpose sometimes just to watch you frantically panic over his wounds and take care of him, volunteering to help you out with swords training just to touch your hand and pretend to adjust the way you were holding it, hugging you every time he greeted you and so on.

For a second, your mask slipped, and you had that look on your face, like something had left you emotionally wounded. It was the kind of look Luke would kill to never see again, and oh, the things he would do to get rid of Cole. Luke had to wrestle with the thought of marching up to Cole and beating him to a pulp. However, he did stand up to approach you.

You felt a hand touch your shoulder. When you peered at the person standing, your eyes immediately glimmered as they caught Luke’s. However, something foreign was gleaming in his eyes. The Hermes boy has always looked at you sweetly. But the way he was looking at you right now was filled with something much more intense - borderline fervent, like an obsession.

Cole finally glanced over at you for the first time the entire night. Unlike you, he instantly recognized the look in Luke’s eyes: hunger and longing. It was clear as day to everybody but you.

Luke extended his hand out for you to take and you understood right away. For the first time in two months, your hand touched his. Luke’s chest sunk and his breathing lost its usual rhythm for a second as your skin made contact with his. The Hermes boy finally looked over to Cole, and the Ares boy saw an immediate shift in his eyes. Now, they were filled with animosity and - the most obvious of all - heated jealousy.

Luke led you away from Cole and started twirling you around. You let out a laugh - the kind that was infectious and has always brought a smile to Luke’s lips. You both sang along to the lyrics. For once, your relationship felt restored, just like the good old days. Was it wrong that this was the happiest you have felt since you got together with Cole? You shrugged away the thought as the song slowly ended. Luke settled with both hands on your waist while yours were around his neck. Usually, you would put your head on his chest as you both slightly swayed around. But now that you were in a relationship, you kept a bit of distance between the two of you. You gaze up at Luke, who was already staring at you sweetly. The moment was perfect. Gods, you almost wished to stay in it forever.

Meanwhile, Luke hoped he could convey his thoughts through his eyes - the unspoken words he wished he had told you sooner. Could you not see the infatuation coursing through his veins whenever he was with you? Could you not see that you got him at your beck and call?

The look you gave him almost convinced him that you heard his thoughts. You leaned your head on his chest, caught off-guard by the speed of his heartbeat as it soothed you along with the music in the background. Feeling a heated look over his way, Luke glanced around and locked eyes with your boyfriend. Cole narrowed his eyes while Luke gave Cole a look of resentment and immense loathing.

Gods, he could be a much better boyfriend than Cole.

“Hey, man,” when you heard your boyfriend’s voice, you lifted your head from Luke’s chest and withdrew your hands around his neck. “I’ll take over from here,” Cole practically pulled you away from Luke and started swaying with you. Instead of feeling happy that Cole finally danced with you after two months of dating, you felt wrong. Cole's hands were on your waist, but they felt sluggish like his heart was not in it at all. Your ear was against Cole’s chest, so you caught the sound of his heartbeat. It sounded…too calm, almost cold and shallow, causing you to twist your lips into a frown.

You glanced up at your boyfriend but saw him staring behind you instead. So you glanced back and caught a glimpse of Luke before getting pulled around by Cole, who roughly yanked your face towards him. He kissed you almost aggressively. There was something cynical and bitter about the way he was kissing you.

Cole opened his eyes and conceitedly made eye contact with Luke. The Hermes boy glared at the sight of Cole handling you so roughly, claiming your lips so smugly. If it was him, he would be kissing you for you; he would be kissing you to show you how much he worshiped you and the ground you walk on, not to prove an empty point.

You finally managed to pull away when Cole let go of your chin. “All right, we’re done for the night, don’t you think?” your boyfriend muttered, quickly leaving you to return to his friends as if nothing had happened. Despite feeling slightly aggravated at Cole, you hated that you couldn't care less of his words at that moment, and the first thing you did was look in the direction Luke had been before.

Yet, he was not there anymore.

~~~

Your cabin was not on the same side as Luke’s cabin for this match of capture the flag. You were fighting off some people who were on the blue team. Years of training with Luke paid off because you managed to point your sword at the person’s neck and grinned when they put their hands up in surrender. You continued perusing through the area, trying to regroup with your team or take down another blue team member. However, you almost tripped as you witnessed Cole on the ground with Luke on top of him, repeatedly punching his face..

“Luke!” you called out, watching as Luke’s action faltered, and his eyes darted around frantically around like a lost wild animal. However, Cole took advantage of Luke’s momentary distraction to land a hit on Luke’s face. The Ares boy got off the ground as Luke stumbled and went for another punch. However, Luke dodged it effortlessly and rammed Cole against a tree instead.

“Hey, knock it off,” you yelled, standing between the boys to stop their flight. Luke immediately backed off, afraid he would accidentally hurt you if he didn’t. But Cole, in the middle of his blind rage, still swung for Luke and ended up striking you across the face instead. Right when that happened, Luke pushed Cole again and rushed to your side to assess your injury. At that very moment, Chiron approached the scene with one of Cole’s friends next to him, who promptly told the man:

“It was him. Luke initiated the fight.”

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Luke wished for somebody to put him out of this misery as he stared at you from afar helplessly. He was so dotted that it hurt. Somebody must have answered his prayers because your eyes met his from across the field. There was a bit of sadness behind them, perhaps regret from how things ended yesterday. You whispered something to your boyfriend, but Cole did not even spare you a glance and waved his hand as if dismissing you from the discussion. Luke’s hand once again curled into a fist. He bit the inside of his cheek from the pain induced by his injury. The Hermes cabin counselor felt no bit of guilt in his body about his physical altercation with Cole. He felt smug at the sight of Cole with one black eye, busted lip, swollen cheek and a body sporting way more bruises than him.

You deserved better.

“Hey, stranger,” you greeted, sitting beside Luke. Almost immediately, he hooked one finger under your chin, tilting your head lightly as if he was afraid he might break you. The boy scanned over your injury, sighing at the sight of purple forming under your skin, indicating an emerging bruise. Even so, under the moonlight, you still looked heavenly to him.

“Devon said you initiated the fight. Is that true, Luke?” Luke frowned at the mention of Cole’s friend. Great, now he knew another idiot’s name. Meanwhile, you have asked this because you knew him. There was no way the boy you knew would lose control like this and swing his hands first.

“No, but what’s the point of telling Chiron that? It’s two against one,” he breathed out.

“Luke, you’re literally the friendliest and nicest counselor here. Of course, he would believe you,” you reasoned. You sighed disappointingly as Luke only shook his head in response as if asking you to drop it.

Now, you two sat in silence. It felt the same as the comforting ones you have had with him before - the ones that made you feel like you were at home in front of your fireplace, curled up with a book.

“Why are you with him?” and with that, the comfort evaporated as the air thickened. You and Luke rarely argued or even disagreed, so it felt like an unfamiliar territory every time it felt relatively tense between you two.

“I know you, which is why I know that you’re absolutely miserable with him, so I don’t understand why you’re still with Cole,” Luke commented, though his voice was quiet because he was considerate of drawing this type of attention to you. He had seen it before - Cole causing public altercations and storming off and you running after him with tears emerging from your eyes. He did not want to put you in the same position.

“Y/N, please, as your best friend…” there it was again, the word that used to make you smile brightly, was now the same one that brought you pain. You wanted more. “...You deserve better,” he uttered, his eyebrows slightly scrunched as he looked at you with those eyes. There it was again, the look so intense that you were convinced they could swallow you whole. Yet, you could not interpret them. So, you looked away.

“Luke…” you said his name almost like a warning sign. The boy sighed at this.

His fingers gently tilted your chin towards him, urging you to face him. There was so much contrast in the way he touches you and the way Cole does. You knew precisely why Luke wanted you to look at him: your eyes were your tell for him. Years ago, after you told him that eyes were the windows to one's soul, he told you that he knew this already because he had learned that your eyes will always tell the truth for you. That’s how, in so many instances, he would be the first to notice whenever you're upset.

“Y/N, does he make you happy?” you stiffened at the question. Words choked up in your throat as your mouth opened to answer. You wanted to say yes so you both could get over this conversation. But you knew he would be able to tell you were lying. The way he looked at you right now, as if you were the only thing that mattered. He seemed so vulnerable. Little did you right at this moment, Luke was willing to surrender and let you go if you said yes.

“Oh, this is who you left me to talk to?” Cole's voice broke you both out of the trance. “The person who beat your boyfriend?” Cole passive-aggressively spat, sneering from above as he looked down at the two of you. You called out to your boyfriend, but he quickly cut you off with a quick “Unbelievable,” before walking away. But Cole did this on purpose. He liked the attention he drew, even if they were at your expense, especially because he knew you would chase after him.

“I’m so sorry,” you muttered to Luke on your boyfriend's behalf as you stood up to run after him. Luke frowned as he shook his head. If you were his, he would never allow you to apologize on his behalf, nor would he give a reason for you to ever do that.

“Uhm, what are you waiting for?” Annabeth’s voice broke Luke from his irritated state. “Go after her,” the young girl nudged.

“I doubt I should do that, Annabeth. Last time I was with him, he ended up in the infirmary.”

“Yes, but you need to go after her before it’s too late.”

“It’s already too late.”

“No, it’s not,” the girl stated sternly, and when Luke peered over at her, he recognized the look on her face. From experience, he knew better than to doubt when Annabeth was right. So, he stood up and walked in the direction where you disappeared after your boyfriend.

“Stop it, Cole. I don’t want to…” Your voice grabbed Luke’s attention as he started walking in that direction, eyebrows furrowed.

“Come on, this is the least you could do to make it up to me,” Cole replied.

When Luke reached the scene, he almost went into an uncontrollable wrath when he saw Cole trying to take off your shirt as you objected and struggled out of his grip.

“I said ‘let go,’ Cole,” you yelled this time, pushing him back. Upon finally doing so successfully, a figure stormed past you and immediately flung at Cole’s cheek, right at the spot that was already bruising. The impact knocked Cole to the ground as he wailed from the pain. Averting your gaze to the person, you saw Luke. Like a deranged bull, Luke grabbed Cole by the collar and lifted him up, going in for another hit, but you quickly stopped him, calling out his name.

Cole, who did not learn his lesson, spoke again, “Gods, of course! He runs to your aid again. You must be a good fuck for him to get this attached. How many times have you fucked him, huh? Gods, you’re such a whore, you know that?” If it were not for your hands stopping Luke and removing his grip from Cole’ shirt, Luke would have ensured Cole no longer had a face.

“Cole, stay the fuck away from me. We are over.” Your words seemed to affect Luke more than Cole. It was as if Luke could feel an immense weight being lifted from his shoulders. “Let’s go, this is not worth it,” you told Luke. Cole barked a laugh at this.

“Man, you’re more trouble than it's worth. Do you know why no guys ever asked you out? You’re fucking difficult and clingy, that’s why. If it was not for that fucking bet, I would not have either.” Luke was about to launch at Cole but was caught off guard because you had already done it yourself. You punched him, aiming for his nose and teeth, making sure to break a few.

“You fucking bitch!” Cole spoke after he howled in agony. He spat out blood as his nose started bleeding, “Gods, you’re gonna pay for this.”

“Oh yeah? Come on!” you challenged him, motioning him to come over. Any sense of calm or restraint you had was long gone. “I’ll be the one sending you to the fucking infirmary this time,” right when you started approaching Cole again, you were quickly stopped by Luke. He stood behind you, one of his hands soothingly rubbing your back in an attempt to calm you down. Luke averted his gaze to Cole.

“If you know any better, then leave, Cole. And don’t come near any of us again, or I promise you…” Luke trailed off, shaking his head as his eyes bore the weight of the promise he left unsaid, leaving it to Cole’s imagination as to what Luke would ever do to him if he ever saw the boy again. Something seemed to dawn on Cole as he saw the dark look on Luke’s face. Cole finally decided to leave the scene, limping away from the area as he muttered some insults under his breath.

You turned around and inspected Luke’s hand, which started bleeding again through the bandage. Taking his non-injured hand in yours, you wordlessly dragged the boy to the infirmary. Despite the excruciating pain spreading through his injured hand, Luke blushed at your action and followed you like a lost puppy.

The Apollo person on shift was someone you knew, so you managed to convince them to let you do the work on the Hermes boy. You observed his hand again, peeling off the dirty bandage from it. As you went to grab disinfectant, Luke softly held you back by flipped over his hand that was in yours so that he could take a look at your hand instead.

“Are you okay?” His words made you swiftly look over at him instead. There was a sad look on his face as he sat on the infirmary bed. You haven’t seen him this hurt and dejected in a long time.

“Am I okay? You’re the one with the bleeding hand.”

“You punched him quite hard.”

“He deserved it,” you settled on answering, hesitantly pulling your hand out of his so you could grab the things you needed.

“You know I had that handled, right?” you asked mindlessly, trying to fill the silence as you disinfected his hand and wrapped a new bandage over it. “I don’t need you to defend my honor or anything, Luke. I can hold my own ground,” you tried joking.

“No, I know you can hold your own ground. Besides, I wasn’t defending your honor,” he spoke softly, watching as you delicately held his hand with so much care. He wished you could hold him like that as well. A quivering sigh escaped his soft lips, his voice much less firm than he wanted it to be:

“I was defending the girl I’m in love with.”

You immediately looked at him, only to see him already gazing up at you. It was as if a blindfold had been taken off, you finally understood what your other friends were referring to when they said that Luke had always “looked” at you. His eyes were filled with adoration. However, this time, they were also decorated with pain.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him,” he stated, almost like it was a fact, and your gut knew it was true, too.

“So….Why not me? I watched you give Cole - a complete asshole - a chance with you. I watched him give you so much less than what you deserve. It pains me, but I still sit here and wait for you to look in my direction for even one second in the way I have always looked at you. I could be so good to you, Y/N. I waited for you to realize I could be the one who loves you so endlessly and treats you way better than all these guys combined. So…why? Please tell me why and put me out of my misery. Why is it not me?”

“Luke…” you rasped out his name. Despite the pain he was in, his heart could not help but throb for a second as it yearned for the sound of your voice calling out to him again. He almost scowled at himself for the way he was reacting to you. Gods, you managed to unravel him through the sound of his name from your lips. He hesitated for a second, wondering if he would even be able to take it at all - if he was given a chance with you. Would he be able to handle the way your skin felt against his, or would his heart burst into unstoppable flames? Would he ever be able to move on if you ended up breaking his heart, or would it remain in scattered pieces of you?

“I love you,” he uttered so effortlessly, which almost convinced you he had said it a thousand times before. In a way, he did, but only in his mind after every time he bid you goodnight. Gods, never did you think he’d say it out loud and put it out there. You almost said it before as well - out loud to the universe, but never brave enough.

“Luke, I never knew,” Luke wanted to sigh as he looked away from you. For the first time ever, he did not want to be vulnerable and let you see his eyes. The same ones that had been looking longingly at you for the past five years, and you were too blinded to see.

He could have sworn that he had been laying it on thick for the past years - all the touches, the looks, his actions. Luke would always linger near you and select you first every time he had to go on a quest. And if he ever were selected to go on one without you, the first thing he would do after returning is wrap his arms around your waist as he pulled you into a hug, breathing in your presence like it would bring him back to life from the gruesome battles he had to go through while out of camp. Did all those actions throughout five years not show you enough that he was infatuated with you? He wanted to reassure you that what Cole said previously was not true. Many guys wanted you but never asked you out because they knew he would be first in line no matter what.

"Luke, please, look at me," Of course he obeyed. His eyes met yours - the ones he always tried to find in a crowd of demigods.

“I never knew that you were an option. I did not know that I could choose you. I thought that even attempting to tell you about my feelings would break our friendship forever. I didn’t know you felt this way, too. In fact,” you dryly chuckled. “I was giving Cole a chance because I was trying to move on from you.” Luke tugged you closer to him, his fingers lingering on your hips. Thousands of thoughts speared through him as he tried to collect himself. A glimmer of hope presented itself as his mind toyed with the idea of you wanting him too.There was no way he was letting you move on now, not when you both have mutual feelings.

“I thought I was deep in the friend zone. Did you not see all the moves I pulled on you?” he asked.

“What moves?”

“Uhm—the physical contact?”

“I thought you were just touchy.”

“I walked you back to your cabin every night!”

“Well, I thought it was just a best friend thing?”

“The first thing I do after every quest is search for you, you’re always the first one I want to see.”

“I really, really thought it was because you were my best friend.” He groaned at all of your responses.

“But do know, Luke. You have always been my first option in everything. And I would have chosen you again and again, the first pick every round…if I knew you were up for it.” He groaned again, but this time out of temptation and satisfaction. He didn’t think the metaphorical butterflies were real. He slowly but surely stood up from the infirmary’s bed and wrapped his arms around your waist. You reciprocated, your hands around his neck. He leaned closer to you and gulped. He wanted to say the right words, do the right things and not mess this up. He took a deep breath and finally settled on what to say next.

“Can I kiss you?” He muttered in a low, raspy voice with a restrained manner, as if he was holding himself back. Five years of pining led him to this point. You almost melted at the sound of his voice.

“Kiss me, Luke.”

And he did. He pulled you up and arched down, connecting your lips together. He dove in as if he had been waiting for this day his whole life. He felt every breath knocked out of his lungs. He sunk himself into this moment like he was living for it rather than in it. He kissed you as if it was the only time he could and as if you would evaporate if he stopped. His hands moved to your face to embrace your cheeks in his palm.

You started moving your hands up his head and played with his curly hair. You tugged it slightly, and the action drew a moan from Luke. The sound caused you to break away. It made you flustered that you had evoked such an alluring sound from the Hermes boy.

“I wanna go slow for you, I really do. But it feels like I’ve been waiting for so long. I want to be a gentleman and not skip steps. But I can’t wait anymore,” he whispered before whimpering against your lips, “please be mine.”

He went in for another kiss again, but you pulled away. His heart clenched at this. The boy bit his lip and wanted to scowl at himself for attempting to speed things up. He was too greedy and wanted things too quickly for you. He almost whined at the thought of losing the chance he barely had.

“That was not a question, Luke. Ask me, and I’ll give you an answer,” he stared into your eyes, and it almost set him on fire. He never saw that much passion in them before. It almost matched his, and that made his heart fasten again.

“Will you be mine, sunshine?”

“Yes, Luke. As long as you’re mine too.”

“I have always been yours.”

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fict1onallyobsessed · 2 days ago

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OKAY OKAY COULD YOU PLEASE WRITE SMTH ABOUT SEVIKA PROTECING READER BECAUSE OF SOMETHING LIKE HERE ON THIS PIC SHE PROTECTS JINX AND ISHA??

im sorry if i wrote something wrong but english is not my first language😭🙏

OF COURSE !!!!!!! I have an idea for this...

I got a little carried away and gave you more LOL sorry

Sevika x Fem!Reader

She grabbed you before you could process the fan being turned on. Thankfully, you weren't too far from the table that protected you both, otherwise you would have been swept with the air flow violently.

Your side hurt. The shot Caitlyn took must have not only pierced your skin but the force broke your rib too. Whatever the gun was made of was strong enough to go through the stone pillar behind you partially as well.

Safe to say it hurt as fuck.

You clutched your side and winced as Sevika crouched with you in front of her, the stone table keeping you sat up, but barely. Sevika's new metal arm grabbed onto the table and kept her put, the other going to hold your side with you.

You weren't sure whether your adrenaline was keeping you lucid or if the shot wasn't truly that bad. Regardless, you didn't want to hang around much longer.

You looked up at your girlfriend, head slightly bouncing off the stone behind you as you rested it. She looked worried, and although nothing but pain was filling your sense, you found the energy to sigh and show her a small smile.

Her hair was flying around with the wind, her face showing slight worry and mostly focus as she tried to keep you both behind the table.

"You'll be fine." She mouthed, and you couldn't do much more but nod. You trusted her. You believed her...but the blood slowly seeping through the cracks of your fingers, and onto her hand covering yours, it was looking more like you were not going to be fine.

The wind seemed everlasting and the longer you sat there, waiting for it to stop, the dizzier you became.

You wanted to see Sevika's face for as long as you could. Taking in her scowl of concentration, the barely noticeable glint of nervousness in her eye when she met yours, the shiny scar across her cheek.

You thought she was leaning down to get out of the wind more, but instead she leaned down to your ear and spoke through the loud fan.

"Don't look at me like that." She spoke it as a command as her hand squeezed your bleeding side.

"Like what?" You scoffed quietly, immediately feeling the burn in your rib.

"Like you're about to say goodbye. You're fine."

You hummed and looked back up at her when she pulled away, leaving no room for discussion.

She was so gorgeous, holding you, protecting you, as if you were about to disappear any minute.

Your head spun so much you didn't even notice the fan turn off. Sevika lifted you off the ground and instructed Jinx, who was also carrying a girl, where to go. It all came out as muffled to you though, as the blood loss slowly stared winning, and you passed out.

When you woke up, the first thing you saw was two heads looking down at you. Jinx's braids tickled your nose, while the other girls hair wasn't even long enough to reach her eyebrows. You groaned, immediately going in to hold your side as a reflex to find it bandaged.

"I told you to let her rest." Sevika's voice rung out in a disappointed tone as she walked in with a bunch of fresh bandages in her hand. Presumably for you.

You were in Silco's office, laid down on his sofa. The table was covered with medical supplies, alcohol bottles and jinx's crafts, but your eyes ended up laying upon Sevika. Her worried expression had you worried.

"How are you feeling?" Sevika asked, looking down at you as she put the obnoxious amount of wraps on the table.

"Trust you to get shot." Jinx scoffed playfully as she stared down at you, knowing damn well that bullet was meant for her. "Took it like a champ though!"

You chuckled back and attempted to sit up, but Sevika was faster and pushed you back down, shaking her head.

"I'm fine." You spoke, but Sevika wouldn't relent. She kept you laying down as she changed your bandages carefully. Your eyes fell from Sevika onto the little girl who was still staring down at you. "Who would have thought Jinx took in a stray. What's your name?"

"Her name is Isha. She's sticking around." Jinx replied matter-of-factly, a small smirk on her face as she said it. It made you giggle a bit.

"Alright, out." Sevika stood up from crouching beside you as she finished your bandages. Jinx took Isha and left, excited to show her some of her trinkets to get her mind off of...recent events. "She needs to rest."

"I'm alright." You spoke, reaching out for Sevika's hand to help you up. "How bad was it?"

"Bad enough to have me worried." She sighed, sitting beside you and letting you lean on her.

"Sorry." You sighed back, almost identically. "And you know, thank you."

She wrapped her hand around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head.

"Anytime."

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sophie-looks-at-stuff · 4 months ago

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A Wolf in the Dragon's Den

Pairing: Aemond x Stark reader

Summary: The Greens have won The Dance of Dragons, and your family has offered your hand to Prince Aemond as a means of forgiveness for your part in the war. But what shall happen when a wolf meets a dragon in its den?

Warnings: SMUT, mdni 18+, p in v, kind of mean Aemond? but he gets better lol, Aegon being Aegon, use of pet names like Little Wolf or My Dragon, fingering, soft to rough sex, uhhh language for sure haha if I missed anything let me know y'all!! It's also not proof read so forgive any mistakes haha

AN: Well ... sorry this took me so long y'all! I guess my summer classes caught up to me a bit but that's ok cause after long last here it is!! A good old-fashioned Aemond x Stark reader fic. I hope you guys enjoy haha, I'm working on a request next, but let me know if there's anything else y'all wanna see! :)

King’s Landing was a hot, humid, fish-smelling shit hole. The warm temperatures were much too hot for your usual furs, heavy cloaks, and skirts. Even your horses were succumbing to the heat, panting more than usual, the poor things. You could have rode in the carriage, along with your mother and younger siblings. But you preferred horseback, the wind in your hair, and the breeze on your skin. Although, the air here was salty and thick.

Your father and brother, Cregan, rode beside you. “Hells, could it be any hotter,” your father murmured under his breath, sweat beading on his brow.

“Those vapid Targaryen’s couldn’t bear it any other way, something about the ‘dragon’s blood–”

“Careful brother, they could have your head for that–” You chuckled a bit, but you all knew there was truth to the statement. The Dance of Dragons had proved as much, the Greens' force and display of violence was wide and plentiful. “Rash and brash” as your father had put it once. Especially that of your betrothed, Prince Aemond One-eye Targaryen. Or “the one-eyed cunt” as many northerners took to calling him. The betrothal, much to your dismay, had been arranged by your father, in a weak attempt to repair your house's relationship with the monarch.

“Hmph, well if I had my way we wouldn’t even be here at all. Those ‘dragons’ wouldn’t survive a damn minute in the North. Their blood would freeze, and then maybe we’d all be rid of their problems.” Cregan said the word “dragons” with a mocking tone, a scoff in his voice.

“That’s enough, your sister is right boy, they would have your head for that. Or perhaps feed you to one of their dragon’s” And with that, your father put an end to that potentially treasonous conversation. Cregan however, had muttered something under his breath about “told you to stop calling me boy”.

Having had enough of the bickering, you tapped the sides of your horse, trotting ahead by several paces. Your dire wolf, Snowcap, had evidently decided to part temporarily from the group, to hunt or to shade herself you didn’t know. But you couldn’t blame her either way, the journey from the Winterfell to King’s Landing was a long one, and not a particularly comfortable one.

The gates to the Red Keep came into site ahead of you, the streets leading up to it peppered with Gold Cloaks and guards. The people of King’s Landing pay little mind to your small party, too busy with their buying and selling. You had chosen to travel light, there were no copious amounts of banners flying, or any regalia at all really. You would be surrounded by plenty of that kind of thing soon enough.

To say that your greeting was lackluster, would be an understatement. Ser Criston Cole stood beside the Dowager Queen Alicent atop the Red Keep’s stairs. Besides another dozen or so Gold Cloaks, that was what there was. Cregan scoffs in annoyance from beside you, he must have caught up to you somewhere along the way.

“He cannot even come to meet his bride-to-be, what a disrespect, pathetic,” You made a bit of a noise beside him, urging him to keep his mouth shut. You were in the dragon’s den now, who knows who could be listening in? Another glance around the unfamiliar faces does confirm your brother’s statement. Your betrothed was nowhere to be found. Even the training yard remained empty, and from what you’d heard, Prince Aemond could often be found there.

As you dismount your horse, Queen Alicent begins to make her way down the steps, towards you and the rest of your family. Your father and eldest brother move to stand to your left and right. Your mother and younger siblings finally join you, to your left. Your mother gives you a warm smile and a pat on the shoulder as she moves to stand beside your father. You curtsey as the Queen approaches, she takes your hand in hers. Her palms are soft and warm, gentleness radiates from her person.

“My Lady Stark, how nice it is to finally see you arrive. I hope the journey south wasn’t too unpleasant” She gives you a small smile, not as lovely as your mother’s, but kind nonetheless.

“It was alright, long, very long, but alright,” You say, matching her smile. Queen Alicent releases your hand and carries on to greet the rest of your family, Ser Criston following closely behind her. Still no sign of your betrothed, nor his elder brother, the King. Although you supposed he must be occupied with his duties on the Small Council. You know you will hear an earful from your brother later on the matter. Had Creagn been born a Lady, he would indeed circulate most of the gossip around Court.

— — — — —

The Red Keep was massive in comparison to your expectations of its size. The halls appear more like an intricate intertwining of mazes rather than passageways. Your footsteps echo and reverberate off of the stones. Tapestries depicting great moments in Targaryen history line the walls. Lit torches line the halls, the windows, and the arches looking out onto bustling the city below. Servants, guards, and other nobles wondered about, gossiping, rushing to and fro. Ladies, lords, and servants alike whispered to one another as you and your family walked by, being led by Ser Cristin and the Queen.

It was no secret that your brother had sent Northeners and Graybeards to fight in Rhaenyra’s name. “Fight like Northerners they will,” your brother had said once. And they did indeed, the bitter cold and long winters having hardened them into mighty soldiers and fighters. Barbarians, some called them. Your father had handed over the duties of Winterfell to Cregan as he grew older. Your father had hardly left the North in all his years of life, but he had become confused and temperamental in his older age. It had ultimately been Cregan’s choice to join the Blacks, a decision he is now trying to repair. Or it would be more accurate to say you were trying to repair. Since you were a wolf being offered up to the dragons for slaughter. Perhaps the only reason that the Greens hadn’t burned down Winterfell, and your family around with it, is because they know the importance of your family to Westeros. And if the North falls, we all fall, and no one knew the North better than the Starks.

As you continue on your walk through the winding halls of the Red Keep, you finally come to stand before a set of doors. Modest in comparison to some of the others you’ve passed by. Metal filigree winds its way up from the handles like vines, the rest of the door was rather lackluster. Ser Cristin steps forward, dutifully opening the doors for your party.

There in the middle of the small council room, stood your betrothed. After long last you finally laid eyes on your betrothed. Aemond stood proud and tall, his long silver hair pulled back into one thick braid, tied together at the bottom with a strip of black leather. His back was turned towards you, hands clasped behind him. He was dressed in what appeared to be his riding gear, perhaps he had just come back from a flight with Vhagar.

“Aemond, there you are. You missed the arrival of your betrothed,” Alicent chided her son, who could not be less interested in the conversation at hand.

“Mhm,” He hummed, “I was–” He paused thinking, “ –busy”. From beside you, you can hear Cregan scoff a bit. Your mother puts a warning hand against his back, he was never one for formalities. But then again, most Northerners weren’t. The Prince finally turned towards your party. The famous leather eye patch covering the sapphire in his socket. The faint pink lines of his scar peeked out on either end of the patch. He’s beautiful, you think, in a macabre sort of way, but beautiful nonetheless. He looked ethereal standing there, backlight from the evening sun shining through the windows.

His lavender eye rakes itself over your form, as your mother pushes you forward a bit, to better meet his gaze. He lets out another hum, of approval, or disapproval, you cannot tell. A cord of annoyance strikes through you, not having the wherewithal to be subjected to such petty scrutiny.

Alicent places a guiding hand on your waist, walking you forward, closer to the One-eyed Prince. You curtsey once you reach him, the lessons your mother taught you as a girl kicking in and taking over.

“I did not know you Northerners were capable of such manners,” Aemond scoffed as he said this as if he was telling a bad joke. Your teeth grind together, hands clenching into fists in your skirts. Behind you you can hear the scuffle of footsteps, and then a halt. Presumably, your brother acting out again, or perhaps your father this time. Typically, your family wouldn’t care much about appearances, but you were all treading on thin ice, and you knew it.

Rising back up to your full height, which annoyingly still made you have to look up at him, you say: “We are rather steeped in our traditions in the North my Prince. We value honor decency, and the truth of one's word,” You glare at him through your lashes as you say this last bit. If it were not for the threat upon your entire house and bannermen then you would not be here, wolves were not creatures made to bow, even in the face of a dragon.

Surprisingly, Aemond lets out a hardy laugh. You chance a glance over at his mother, she looks to be just as stunned as the rest of you. Silence befalls the room.

“Smart mouth you have, huh, my Lady Stark?” He chuckles some more, then leans closer, intending his next words to only be for you. “Watch your tongue in my court, or I shall have it served to you on a platter at our wedding feast,” and with that, he straightens, and walks away. Yelling something over his shoulder about the training yard, and Ser Cole come with.

“I–” Alicent begins to say, but you cut her off, rather impolitely, “ It’s quite alright Your Grace,” You offer her a smile. You liked Alicent, the poor woman had been through enough as it is, and the arrogance of her son wasn’t any help. “I am just pleased to finally have arrived here at court, and to settle in at my new home,” It was most certainly a half-truth, but there was no need to make tensions rise any higher.

— — — — —

The following next few days were spent quite the same. Your little party with the guidance of Alicent took tours of the Red Keep as well as its many gardens and docks. One afternoon Alicent and Queen Helaena accompanied your mother and yourself down to one of the traveling markets of King’s Landing. It was rather grand, merchants coming from all across Westeros to sell their wares. Helaena had shown you a favorite merchant of hers, a man who made intricate gold and silver jewelry in the shapes of little bugs and small creatures. You had purchased a ring depicting the head of a dire wolf.

Aemond had remained illusive, he only graced everyone with his presence at meals. Choosing to sit far away from you, his brother, the King, talking about who knows what was next to him, but all the while his lavender eye remained fixed on you. It made you squirm a bit, being under his heavy gaze. Overthinking how you raised your fork to your lips, or where you held your cup of wine, on the stem or the rim as you’d always done.

With your wedding on the morrow, your nerves became more frayed than usual. Your mind is plagued with silly thoughts like: Will he think I’m pretty? Will he learn to love me? But as soon as those thoughts enter they are replaced with others such as: Why should I care? He’s been nothing but unpleasant and rude. But the younger, little girl in you still hopes to have a fruitful marriage, one filled with respect and love. Much like that of your mother and father’s. Although you know now that that is an anomaly in this world.

Your night is filled with restless sleep. Your body follows a pattern of waking for an hour and then sleeping for another. The heat of King’s Landing did not aid in this, the covers bunched down by your feet as you tossed and turned. Shortly after the sun had risen, maids had burst into your room, wedding gown in hand. You spent the next couple of hours being dotted upon like the princess you were about to become.

It wasn’t a large service by any means, not that you minded. Something smaller and more intimate was more to your liking. Your father walked you up the long aisle to meet your soon-to-be husband. Aemond stood at the altar in the sept, his house cloak in his hands to drape around your shoulders. The closer you got to him the more you could see his eye attempt to devour your appearance. Surprisingly, he gently held your small hands in his. His fingers and palms were calloused from many hours of training with a sword, and flights upon Vhagar. He was a handsome man you thought, too bad his arrogance made him ugly. Perhaps a bit naively you thought, I can change that. But maybe it was just wishful thinking. Your mind already trying to fix something potentially broken.

Aemond’s lips touched yours, forever sealing your vows to one another. Unlike his hands, they were smooth and soft, and uncharacteristically gentle. He was a good kisser you think, but then again the only other boy you’d kissed was a farm hand back at Winterfell when you were much younger.

Aemond thought you were beautiful, the moment he laid eyes upon his Little Wolf he thought perhaps this union will not be one of suffering and strife. At least she will be pretty to fuck. As his lips touched yours in the sept in front of the Gods, he tasted honey and black tea. You smell like vanilla, spices, and what Aemond assumed fire to smell like. His hand came to fist in your hair, possessively anchoring you to him.

When you part you suck in a breath of air, cheeks red. Such a sultry kiss in front of your family and the Gods caused a rush of embarrassment to course through you. Aemond however, gave you a wicked smirk in response to the color in your cheeks. Still clutching your hand tightly in his, he guides his new bride down and out of the sept, to return to the Red Keep for the evening's festivities.

— — — — —

The great hall was filled with the aroma of cooked meats, potatoes, wine, and the heavy laughter of your party guests. Your mother and father sat with you and your new family at the head table, looking down slightly upon the rest of the partygoers. Where the ceremony may have been smaller, the feast after it was not. Several more houses and bannermen of your brother’s came to celebrate the historic union. Boltons, Lannisters, Freys, Greyjoys, Hightowers, and the like filled the hall. You chose to remain seated beside your new husband, the ever-dutiful wife. You knew and had seen many times how rowdy Northmen could become at such a venue. You preferred to keep your distance, although it was not unusual to find you dancing with your younger siblings back home at Winterfell.

By the looks of it, your brother had loosened up a bit, a tanker of ale clutched in one hand.

The king had joined him and the others closer in age for what looked to be some kind of drinking game. Meanwhile, Aemond’s hand absent-mindedly made its home on your thigh, stroking up and down. The gesture was a stark contrast to his previous words and actions.

“You have barely eaten wife,” He noted as he glanced at you, “You must be well full and ready for what I have planned for you.” The same small smirk crosses his lips once again. Leaving you with a funny feeling in your stomach. But you can’t help the small wave of heat that strikes your core. Your mother once told you that men can become rather possessive of their women, and it can be quite cumbersome most of the time. Restricting one's freedom, constantly wanting you in their presence, she had said to expect this with someone like Aemond. But she mentioned that sometimes, in the confines of your marital chambers, it can be very — riveting to lay with such a man. It wasn’t until now that you began to understand what she had meant.

“I am afraid I have no appetite, my lord husband. My nerves do not allow me to eat it seems,” Aemond’s gaze darkened at the use of the word “husband”. Prince Aemond was not a man who did anything halfway, if he were to do anything, it was to be done fully without exception. A wave of dark possession seeps into his gut. He had already claimed a dragon but now he wishes to claim a wolf too.

From across the hall, his thoughts are abruptly interrupted by his brother's drunken yelling.

“ – the bedding ceremony! Come now little brother it is time for the bedding ceremony,” Aemond’s fists clenched, the hand on your skirts bunching in the fabric. “Will you fuck her like a hound brother? Woof Woof hahaha,” The hall had fallen eerily silent. Aemond’s chair clatters to the ground from the force of his standing. From beside Aegon, you see your brother place his cup of ale on the table, hand reaching for his sword. Your father is already a step ahead of him, hand on the hilt of his dagger. Your mother goes to stand in front of your younger siblings, shielding them. If you had no appetite before you certainly don’t have one now, your hands had gone cold and clammy, your head feeling light at the insults thrown your way. From beside you, Alicent stands, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“That is enough Aegon,” She begins to say.

“Oh come now Mother it was only a jest. Can I not be proud of my little brother?” Alicent opens her mouth to respond but Aemond beats her to it.

“You can take your ‘jests’ down to your whores on the Steer of Silk but you will not speak in such a way in front of my wife, let alone her family.” His voice is dangerously calm, ready to snap, and bubble over into pure rage at any given moment.

“Always so uptight little brother, as if someone has shoved a stick up your ass–” It is your turn to stand now, the feet of your chair scrapping the stone floor beneath you.

“I am quite tired, husband will you escort me back to our chambers?” You look at Aemond, a stern, silent plea evident on your features.

“Certainly wife,” He responds with the same tantalizing calmness. Offering you his hand, which you take, grasping on tighter than perhaps necessary, you both make your way out of the great hall. Leaving the mess that is Aegon behind for someone else to clean up. It was your wedding day after all and you needn’t worry yourself with such matters.

The walk to your marital chambers is quiet and tense. Your hand still firmly grasping Aemond’s, although he now squeezes yours back. The heels of your shoes echo off of the palace walls in an attempt to keep up with Aemond’s long strides. After an eternity of uncertainty at what was to come next, you reach Aemond’s, and now your, chambers. The room is large and furnished quite cozily. A large four-poster bed makes its home in the center back wall of the room. A table of what looks like chess pieces and a map sits by the open windows.

Aemond however reaches for the pitcher of wine on another small side table, pouring a cup for himself and downing it in one go. He pours a second, and a third for you. He offers it to you, you shake your head, afraid you cannot stomach the drink after what had just happened.

“I am sorry–” You break the silence. Aemond raises a hand to silence you.

“It is I who should apologize. My brother is a foul and evil creature who feeds off of the discomfort of others. But never had he dared to do so so boldly before,” He pauses, taking a sip of wine. “I have been absent since you arrived at the Keep and I believe I owe you an explanation,”

You cross your arms over your chest, the air coming in from the harbor seeming chilly now. “Yes I do believe you do,” you say.

Aemond quirks an eyebrow at your sass, a small smile spreading across his lips. “They told me women of the North have sharp tongues and poor manners,” You scoff, his smile widens, “but I must say I’m rather enjoying that thus far.” He moves toward you, one hand still holding his cup of wine, the other reaching up to cup your chin, turning your face to meet his eye.

“I must admit that when I learned that your treacherous brother’s offered your hand to me I was quite – unnerved. I had no desire to marry, let alone marry a traitor,” A cord of anger courses through you, and Aemond notices this. He sets his cup down on the table next to you, the one with the chess pieces. Your eyes follow the movement, better taking in the contents of the table, a war game perhaps, you think.

“I didn’t want to be chained to a dull, meek little pup for the rest of my life,” His now free hand comes to rest on your hip, and his thumb and forefinger move from your chin, to trace the shape of your lips, then your jaw, and down the column of your neck. “But I must say, that you have certainly exceeded my expectations. I shall enjoy breeding you,” His alkaline nose moves to smell your hair, and you inhale a sharp gasp at the vulgarity of his words. You feel him smile into your neck as he continues his ministrations, placing the whisper of a kiss here and there.

“I do not understand you. You show me kindness, even apologizing for the acts of your brother, but then you insult me and my heritage. What is it that you want from me, Prince Aemond Targaryen?” You question him, hoping your voice comes out as steady as you command it. Aemond pulls back laughing, both hands now finding purchase on your hips, he begins to guide you backward towards the bed. The backs of your knees hit the wooden frame.

“Perhaps I wish to see how far I can push you Little Wolf. I enjoy your banter and wish to hear more of it. It pleases me that I’ve been matched to a woman who is not afraid to speak to me in such a way. People so quickly cower and whisper when I am near, it is refreshing to be met head-on.” His blunt statement surprises you, you had not expected such a confession from the Prince.

“Perhaps–” You pause, choosing your next words carefully, “ – perhaps then we can learn to love one another in this marriage.” You almost whisper the last bit, uncertainty in your voice.

“Yes, I think perhaps we can,” Aemond whispers back to you, his lips brushing yours as he speaks. The tension in the air is palpable, maybe he was waiting for you to make the first move. To see how far he could push you as he had said a moment ago. Deciding to test this hypothesis you stand on your tiptoes, slotting your lips against his, just as you did in the sept. A hungry growl leaves Aemond’s throat using his grip on your waist to pull you flush against his chest. He kisses you back with ferocity.

A hand grapes your throat, guiding you down towards the bed, your back hitting the feather mattress. You gasp against Aemond’s lips, swallowing the sound, he continues his assault. His hand against your throat tightened, although not unpleasantly, heat rushing to your core. His lips begin to retrace their path down your jaw and the column of your neck, biting and sucking red marks in their wake.

“Aemond– someone will see–” He parts from you only for a second, looking into your eyes.

“Let them, after all, isn’t that what my imputant brother wanted proof of our coupling? Perhaps it will give him something to pleasure himself to–” The thought makes Aemond’s cock harden impossibly more in his trousers. The fact that he could pleasure his wife to a level that his brother could only imagine, was nearly enough to drive him over the edge.

“Husband that is not reason enough to leave –” You're interrupted by a particularly sharp bite to the collarbone. A moan of pain and pleasure escapes past your lips, spurring your new husband onwards. With a sharp tug, Aemond pulls the bodice of your dress down, exposing your chest to him. He murmurs a simple “beautiful” under his breath before latching onto one of your nipples, sucking and nibbling at the flesh. Your back arches slightly in response, desperate to bring yourself closer to his touch.

As he continues his ministrations he begins to unlace the remainders of your gown, shimmying them down your body, to pool at his feet. You feel his calloused hands roam up and down your body. Sketching your shape into his memory. His fingers knead the flesh of your breasts, your thighs, your ass. Finally, he swipes his fingers between your folds, you emit a soft whine at the contact.

He raises an eyebrow, “I’ve barely even touched you yet Little Wolf, and you're already soaking my fingers. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock–” He trails off, mesmerized as he begins to pump two fingers in and out of your core. Your cheeks flush a deep scarlet at his words. Your hands find purchase in the sheets of your new bed.

“Oh– oh Aemond –” You whisper in between breaths.

“Say it again, say my name again,” It’s almost a plea, begging to hear it again.

“Husband– Aemond– My Dragon –” Aemond harshly withdraws his fingers from you. You nearly scream at the loss of the delicious contact. Discarding the remainder of his clothes, tossing them haphazardly to the side, Aemond grabs you by the ankles pulling you down towards the end of the bed where he stands. You catch site of his cock as he gives it a few tugs in preparation. The tip angry and red, glazed in his arousal for you. Your eyes widen a bit, your mother never prepared you for what might happen should your lord husband be too – big.

Aemond sees your moment of concern, he positions himself over you, cock aligned at your entrance. His hand carresses your cheek, as he says “I shall be gentle, if you ask me to.Give you time to adjust –”

“No,” Your answer surprises the both of you. “I want you, I am not some small flower, I can take what you give me. I want whatever you shall give me Husband.” You lean up to kiss the tip of his nose, as if to reassure him that what you say is true.

“Seven fucking Hells, you are something did you know that?” He rests his forehead agaisnt yours, as he ever so slowly begins to sheath himself inside of you.

You let out a small giggle, whispering back “I know–”

Aemond bottoms out inside of you, his cock fully enclosed by the walls of your cunt. He could die like this, he thinks. Cock sheathed in the cunt of his gorgeous Little Wolf. Your walls squeeze him perfectly, he needs to take a moment to catch his breath. He had fucked women before, whores in the Street of Silk. His brother having dragged him there once, and to seek some kind of perverted comfort there during The Dance. But none of them compared to this moment, none of them –

“Husband, Gods move please,” Aemond is brought out of his thoughts by your pleas, you voice hoarse with want and need.

“With pleasure Little Wolf.” He begins to thrust, moving his hips at a slow and steady pace. It’s for his own sake as much as it is yours. He’s afraid that should he move to fast he won’t be able to carry on for very long. Beneath him your hands clutch the sheets of his bed, your cheeks are flushed the most lovely red, your hair played out in a halo around you on the pillow. If he could burn the image into his mind forever, then he certainly would.

Aemond’s cock stretches you out perfectly, boardering on pain and pleasure, but only for the first moments. His thrusts are steady and calculated, but never the less delicious. The movement causes friction on your clit, sending a wave of pleasure to your core. It’s lovely, you think, but you want more. Moving from their place in the sheets, your hands settle on his hips, urging him to move faster.

“Aemond– more,” His lilac eye flits up to your face, asking for silent reassurance that that is indeed what you want. “For Gods sake Husband, move faster please I–” Not needing to be told twice, Aemond picks up speed. Where his thrusts were slow and sensual, now they are fast and hard. He fucks you like a man starved, as if he was told this is the last woman he will ever lay with. Which in his case, was true, since you were married after all.

Your tits bounce at the force of his movement, your hands that were previously on his hips, begin to rake down his back. Your legs come up to circle his waist, drawing him impossibly closer.

“You like this then, huh, Little Wolf. Treated like my own personal whore, to fuck how I please?” The sounds that fill the room are egregious, skin against skin, moans, whimpers, and screams.

“Louder Little Wolf, howl for me, let the whole Keep hear how I pleasure you so,” Perhaps that same small part of him wanted his brother to hear. As if Aemond had something to prove to him, that he made a better husband, a better lover than Aegon ever will.

“Aemond, Aemond, oh Aemond–” You chant his name like a mantra. His cock hits that sweet spot inside of you, you gasp eyes widening at the feeling.

“Seems I’ve found where you feel pleasure best. Is that right Little Wolf?”

“Yes, Gods Aemond, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna –” Hearing that was all the motivation he needed to pick up his pace even more. To fuck you even harder than before. He grips your hips pulling you closer to him at the end of the bed, from this angle he has full control over your body, and can fuck you as you so desire him to.

The force of his thrusts, and the friction against your clit cause you to see stars behind your eyes. With one last scream of his name, you cum around his cock. Your walls pulling him in, attempting to root him to you. Aemond however, does not let up, chasing afer his own release.

“Just a moment more, my sweet, perfect Little Wolf. I’m going to breed you, and watch you swell with my pups. Wouldn’t you love that huh?” Aemond continues to piston in and out of you, the feeling almost too much, but still just as lovely as before. Nonsensical moans leave your lips, and Aemond laughs at you babbling, although not rudely.

His hips begin to stutter as he nears his end, his heavy balls slapping against your cunt. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” He mutters under his breath as you feel his seed coat your walls. The feeling warm, and full and lovely. Aemond remains seated inside of you as he rests his forehead once more to yours. You kiss his nose again, a new favorite spor perhaps. He offers you a small smile in return.

You both groan as he pulls out. Your cunt perfectly overstimulated and happy. Wordlessly Aemond leaves the bed, and begins to rummage around some drawers in one of the many pieces of furniture in the room. You worry for a brief moment that he will leave, and that he meant none of what he said. But as he brings a damp cloth between your thighs to clean you, your worries wash away. He tosses the rag aside, to be dealt with on the morrow. For now, all he wanted was to lay with his wife in his arms as he drifts off to sleep.

A comfortable silence falls over the two of you as you move to covers to lie beneath them. Aemond pulls you to him, tucking the top of your head under his chin, he kisses your hair. You both think that perhaps this marriage will be fruitful, that over time you will learn to love one another. It seems as if you both are on a lovely start for that though as is.

“Good night ñuha jorrāeliarzy (my beloved),” Aemond mutters into your hair.

“Sleep well, My Dragon,” you say in response. You both drift off into a peaceful sleep, held comfortably in each other's arms. No one knew what the morrow would bring, let alone a fortnight from now. But you both knew you would see it through together as equals, husband and wife, dragon and wolf.

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Just the Tip • Drabble

☣︎ Summary: Now in your senior year of college, you're ready to live it up and enjoy party season. Halloween parties have picked up and this year, you're in for a new kind of treat. One from someone you’d never expect.

Includes: Gojo, Geto, Toji, Choso, and Sukuna

Tags: fem! reader, friends to lovers, thigh fucking, unprotected, dubcon, teasing, bulging, dry humping, choking, breeding, praise, degradation, semi-public sex, cockwarming, oral (fem! receiving), ass eating (fem! receiving), raw sex, sweaty sex, overstim, noncon if you squint, double penetration, cumflation

WC: 5.6k

A/N: I’m so sorry to Sukuna lovers, I just think this is how the first time would go LOL!

༒︎ Gojo Satoru ༒︎

You have no idea how you got into this situation with your best friend of all people, but with the way every hair you have stands on edge at Satoru’s heavy breathing behind you, you couldn’t care less. You’re currently leaning forward on his kitchen counter, his oversized shirt and an apron adorning your body. The counter and apron are smeared with brownie batter from the baking you were attempting before Gojo lost it and started spewing unbelievable things into your ear from behind.

“Fuck, sugar, why d’you always do this to me?” He’d asked, standing at the archway that marked the entrance to his kitchen, leaning on it and crossing his arms as he eyed you. You looked at him, clearly confused, but enamored at how he’d lower his voice.

“Do what, idiot?” You asked, chuckling while you started to mix all of the ingredients for the brownie batter together. You had no idea what was going on in his unpredictable head, but you definitely didn’t think it would be this.

He answered by coming up to you, standing behind you and softly trailing his fingertips up your thighs, making you shiver. It was then that you’d felt him, or rather a part of him nestling rock hard between your plush ass cheeks. “This.” He clarifies, letting you know he considers you to be responsible for his painfully hard cock. His hands move up to your hips, holding you firm as he rocks his own forward, the delicious friction pulling such a needy whine from his wet lips.

It was music to your ears. Which is why you didn’t stop him when he continued to seek the pleasure he craved by fucking his cock against your clothed ass. You didn’t say a word when he whined for more and lifted the apron and shirt you wore, revealing your thongs that just so happened to match the cerulean blue of his eyes. You didn’t even say anything when he whipped out his red-tipped cock that looked just angry. Like it was pissed for being made to wait so long to come out.

Now here you were, head bowed and hands gripping the cold marble countertop while he begs, and begs, and begs, in your ear, his voice shaky and tip spreading precum on your thighs as he rocks it forward and then back again to tease your aching hole, leaving it fluttering around nothing. “C-Can’tcha-hah- just let me put it in, sweetness?” He asks, licking a stripe up your neck to get you to straighten your head, his hand gripping your chin to turn it toward him.

You shake your head, unable to form words with the way your mind is just reeling trying to grasp how baking brownies turned into pushing boundaries with Satoru of all people.

“Why? Y’know I can feel how wet you are f’me, right? D’know if I believe you don’t want it. You sure?” He emphasizes the last word by pressing flush against your ass, his tip nudging your clit on the way forward, making your breath hitch in your throat.

You tug your lower lip between your teeth, brows furrowing as you subconsciously chase your own pleasure by grinding back and forth when he stops. His breath fans over the back of your ear as he chuckles. You feel his lips behind your ear and you sigh, resting your head back on his shoulder. “D’wanna r-ruin our friendship, Toru…” You whine and another chuckle comes from deep in his chest, just mocking you.

“Mmm, I think friendship went out the window when y’started letting me touch you five minutes ago, baby. Think we’ll be okay.” He purrs in your ear and you let out a shaky breath. “But… if you’re not sure… we can test the waters, can’t we? Just the tip, hmm? ‘N if you don’t want it, I”ll stop. Promise.” He assures you. Deep down in your filthy little mind, you know it won’t just be the tip. You know you’ll want him more. If you didn’t know that, you wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place.

Your head bobs up and down in a nod and he grunts out in approval, kissing behind your ear once more before looking down to grab his swollen length, leaning back slightly so he can align himself with your weeping hole. His breath hitches in his chest as he coats himself with your slick before pushing the tip in oh so carefully. Just that alone makes you keen and you whimper, your hips subconsciously pushing back, just aching for more of that delicious stretch that you know he can deliver., but he holds you steady, resting his forehead forward on your shoulder and breathing in shakily. “‘M holding true to my word, sweetheart. Just the tip. But-ngh,” he grunts when your hole twitches around his bulbous tip, beckoning him. “Y’know I’ve never been able to tell you no. J’sask me. Please ask me.” He begs, his hands shaking on your hips as he focuses so hard on not pushing further into your twitching hole.

You waste no time, nodding and whimpering out a “please…”

Before you can even register it, he drives his hips harshly into yours, scraping his way down your slick canal in, in, in until he can’t anymore, biting down onto your shoulder hard. He stills himself, reveling in how you squeeze him, creating a creamy white ring around the base of his pulsing cock. You cry out as his body jolts forward in response to your hole twitching and he releases your shoulder from his painful bite. “Jeez, sugar, if I had-hah, if I had known you felt this good, I woulda done this forever ago.” He groans into your ear.

You can’t help yourself when your usual wit shines through the haze of lust and you respond. “You really think I would’ve let you? Th-This isn’t that great.” You lie, but sell it with a smirk.

That has him just aching to prove you wrong. “Y’gonna regret that, sweetheart.”

And the next hours are spent getting railed into a mindless cocksleeve, plaps and squelches sounding out through the kitchen while he smirks and grunts, ah! ah! ah! just spilling from your lips again and again and again.

༒︎ Geto Suguru ༒︎

You’re sat on the couch with your loving boyfriend with his body cocooning around you, keeping you warm and safe from any ghosts that you’re sure are going to pop out of the screen that lights up with scenes from a horror movie. You can’t focus entirely on the flick, however, because your body is so in tune with his. With every movement he makes. He’s not even doing much: light brushing of his fingers along your forearm here, nuzzling his cheek against your hair there. But it’s enough. Enough to make your heart race.

His beats steady against your back, the thump, thump, thump filling you with shame at how yours is pitter pattering away at the proximity, matching your second heartbeat. Your body feels like it’s been thrown into a lava pit, just scorching. What you’re most aware of, though, is the thick meat that rests against your ass. It isn’t even hard, it’s just nestled against you so comfortably. How calm Suguru is right now makes you wonder if you’re just some cock-crazed slut, your cheeks burning hotter at realization that he’s probably so oblivious to what you’re thinking because of how respectful he always is toward you.

Until you squirm ever so slightly, shuddering at the feel of his other hand moving to stroke his fingers against the skin on your tummy. That’s when you realize he knows exactly what’s on your mind– because it’s on his, too. “Oh? Finally slipped up, hmm?” He breathes against your ear, your eyes rolling back into your head at the sound of his sultry voice just tickling against your skin.

“Wha–what d’you mean?” You breathe out, eyes squeezing closed as you try not to make any movements again. You hate that he’s been working you up knowingly this whole time, just reveling in your struggle. You hate that you definitely wore your raciest undergarments to his house in the hopes that this would finally happen. But you can’t give in immediately, no, you’re not ready for him to know just how badly you need this.

He chuckles, his breath tickling your skin before he kisses your neck, strands of his hair fanning along your face. “Can feel your heart beating so fast against my chest, angel.” He tells you and his hand moves from your stomach to grip your hip, keeping you still as he grinds forward, his now painfully hard cock just raking against your ass, the clothes between you doing nothing to even dampen the pleasure you get from the action.

“‘S’cause of the m-movie, baby… got scared.” Your voice doesn’t come out as certain and strong as you’d like, earning another harsh grind from him.

He tut, tut, tuts, and nips your ear. “Tell me what just happened, then. Or anything that’s happened in the last ten minutes. Or maybe I should just feel how wet you are, surely your other hole won’t lie as much as this one, hmm?” He says before he grabs your cheeks, squishing them in his big hand as he turns your face to meet his in a hungry kiss, hips rocking against yours. The friction is deliciously maddening and you moan into his mouth, eyebrows scrunched together in pleasure.

He groans when you start to push back against him, your bodies mashing together, both of you hopelessly trying to get closer as your breathing picks up, but the clothes are stopping you. You want to ask for more, but you won’t give your sneaky boyfriend the satisfaction. You feel his other hand snake up from under you and move to your neck, choking you ever so slightly for just a moment before tightening when he pulls away from the kiss. “Y’want me to take care of you, pretty girl? Ask nicely f’me and I will.” He hums in your ear, grinding forward against your ass impossibly harder, his grip on your hip just bruising.

“I–fuck– ‘m okay wi-with this, Sugu…” You moan out, earning a dark chuckle from him. You feel his grip on your throat tightens and you mewl, hips bucking as saliva pools in your mouth and you fight the urge to go dumb and drool while your breath escapes you.

“Yeah? So you won’t mind if I stop, right?” He asks, his movements halting, leaving you grinding against air as he backs his lower body away from you, his grips on your neck and hips getting even tighter. The smile on his face is knowing. Sadistic. Fucking sexy. It chips away at your resolve.

Blushing and looking away from him, you speak up. “M-Maybe just the tuh-tip?” You stumble over your words when you choke them out, silently cursing yourself out. He releases his grip on your neck just enough to allow you to breathe better and removes his hand from your hip to hastily pull down your silly halloween pajama shorts and your lace thong. So much for being gawked at in them. You can feel him lifting himself to pull his sweatpants down as he places hot wet kisses along the shell of your ear.

“Just the tip? Gotcha, angel, I’ll give you just that, hah.” He promises with a smirk, smacking his burning hot length against your ass twice before releasing your throat to wrap his entire arm around your neck, steeling himself as his tip just kisses at your sodden hole, but not entering. You feel his lips on your temple and you shudder, turning your head and biting down onto his bicep as he pushes his fat tip past your puffy folds, stopping once it’s in. “H-hah… fuckin’ drenched, baby, you’re so fuckin’ nasty. Y’wanted this so bad, didn’t you?” He asks, grunting his way through the sentence as though this was killing him.

“Su-Suguuuu~” is all you can get out, voice muffled by his muscles pressed up against your mouth. It’s almost like your hole does the talking for you, twitching away around him like it’s saying his name in morse code. You whine at how it feels like he’s burning so hot, melting you from the inside. You need more.

“Shhh, sh, sh, angel, I know. I know this isn’t enough for you, my dirty fuckin’ girl. So, here… take it.” He lets out a breathy chuckle before he continues to push forward past that first ring of resistance, just in, in, in until his shaft is stretching your walls to their limits. You’re soaking him every inch of the way, pushing back against him as you let out a moan of relief.

But he doesn’t pull back. He stays there. The hand that’d been holding your hips steady moves to juuust above your pelvis, where a prominent bulge catches your eye, making you drool. The second he pushes down on it, you see stars and bite down into his flesh again, core twitching and spasming so hard, nearly pushing him out with how tight you are. “Pl-please, Sugu! So fuh-full, just move!” You beg and he scoffs, shaking his head.

“Ask. Nicely. Gonna have to get used to using that pretty voice of yours to ask for what you really want, pretty girl.” He teases, keeping both you and himself as still as statues. If you weren’t reeling from the way his cock stretches you out, you’d fight him back, be a brat, the whole show. But all you want is to feel more of him.

“Please fuck me, baby… feels s’good, pretty please? Need you so bad…” You whine out, the sound is music to his ears and in response, he pulls back to deliver a mean thrust back into your warm, wet, welcoming heat.

“Good girl. Good. Fuckin’. Girl.” He emphasizes the last three words with three thrusts on time with them, each one stronger than the last. His arm around your neck tightens and his lips brush your ear as he speaks again. “Tuh-ngh-take it. Know you’ve wanted this shit so bad, ‘m’gonna make all this waiting up to you.” He grits out, his other hand moving from your pelvis down to your clit, his fingers rubbing slow, unforgiving circles on it as he starts up a rhythm, his length massaging your walls in a way that makes your head spin.

It’s like he can tell what’s going on in your head and he bites your ear lobe. “Mmm mm mm, don’t check out now, pretty girl, we’ve got a long night ahead of us.” He says, slapping your clit to clear the haze from your already fucked out brain.

Before you know it, you’re being pumped full of cock and cum all over the living room until night turns to morning and your legs can’t hold you up anymore. Thankfully your loving boyfriend had the common decency to bathe you both and tuck you into bed… with his cock tucked neatly inside of you.

༒︎ Toji Fushiguro ༒︎

“Heh, look at you. So fuckin’ greedy.” Toji’s voice sounds out from below, his voice vibrating against your puffed out folds as he pumps a finger in and out of your sloppy, spit-soaked hole. His other hand snakes around your thigh, holding you in place so you stop squirming and he can eat your pulsing pussy properly, a frustrated whine leaving your lips at the loss of his tongue working your clit.

It wasn’t always like this. You used to just admire the daunting man between your legs from afar every time you came into the gym and saw him here. It was routine at this point– come into the gym, run beside him on the treadmill, head to do bicep curls and watch as he walked closer to you to do pull ups, start doing romanian deadlifts with your ass toward him, and then he’d leave and you’d be left to finish your workout.

It’d been like that for months. Until today. Today, something snapped. You thought he was gone when you went to use the sauna post-workout and he was there in nothing but a towel around his waist. You had every intention of leaving, but you couldn’t move. Couldn’t stop staring at the way sweat beaded on his chest and fell down his torso, dipping between his abs before disappearing into the towel. It was like your brain had shut down.

“Y’kay, doll?” He asked, making your eyes snap up to his face, the saliva in your mouth drying up instantly. “You can come in, y’know. Max capacity is two people. ‘M not gonna bite.” He smirked and fuck did you wanna lick that scar that marred his lips so badly. You turned to close the door so the steam didn’t come out, locking it behind you as the instructions say to do when at max occupancy. When you turned, your feet dragged you forward and you sat across from him, making him chortle.

“Wha-what’s funny?” You willed yourself to ask, thighs clenching impossibly tight as you tried to keep your eyes on his, not daring to look lower again.

“Yer just a funny one, doll.” He shook his head as he responded, that fucking smirk not wavering once. When he noticed the questioning look on your face, he chuckled again. “‘S’just… you spend an hour drooling and staring at me like a kitten in heat three times a week ‘n now that you’re close, you act like you’re gonna croak. C’mere. I said I don’t bite.” He mocked you, patting his lap.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to feel shame. You knew you should’ve with how confident he was, his look told you he was one hundred percent certain you’d be coming to him. If you hadn’t been so turned on, you would’ve been incredibly pissed at how presumptuous he was. Had you truly been that obvious when looking at him? You never even saw him look at you once, how could he have noticed?

With those questions in your head, you stood to walk to him, sitting yourself on his lap. His hand wasted no time in resting on the exposed flesh of your thigh, your towel having ridden up to expose more of it to him when you took your seat. “S-So, what? Gonna make fun of me? Not very nice of you.” You said, a soft pout on your lips.

“‘S a good thing I’ve never claimed to be a nice guy. Now, I don’t do quickies and I don’t have time to fuck you the way I want to, so yer gonna have to settle for letting me taste that pussy and sweet sweet ass y’been taunting me with when you bend over in front of me.” He said, patting your thigh as his other hand grabbed your chin, making sure you saw the look on his face that told you he was dead serious.

And that’s how you ended up here. His large hand wrapped around your thigh while he pumps an unreasonably large finger into you. You’re drenched in sweat from the heat of the sauna, back arched up off the bench and him? God, he looks so fucking good with his hair slick, sticking to his forehead and face while he stares up at you, his tongue laying flat against your throbbing clit before he sucks on it, letting it go with a pop that makes your body jolt.

He moves down lower, removing his finger from your hole and wrapping around the opposite thigh as he lifts you just slightly. Enough so that he can get to what he’s really been aching for. He presses one sweet kiss to your weeping hole before going lower, tongue tracing around the ring that rests between your plump ass cheeks. He spits on it sloppily before lapping at it, his face moving side to side between your cheeks as he hungrily tongues the tiny puckering hole that flutters for him. That does it for you, making your hips roll with his movements.

He returns to sucking on your clit, flicking it while it’s in his mouth, eyes closed like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. “God, pl-please… please, I need more. Juh-Just the tip, I–” You whine, squirming under his tongue as you reach a hand down to snake your fingers in his hair, gently tugging to emphasize how much you need him. He looks up and the look on your face makes his eyes roll back into his head, a long groan leaving his lips before he releases your clit again, this time moving up your body, removing his towel at the same time.

“Toji.” He grunts, hand rubbing his massive cock head between your folds, gathering your slick on it before he strokes himself to spread it.

“Huh?” You ask, confused.

“The name yer gonna be screaming. Toji. And you will be screaming, ‘cause no way am I just givin’ you the tip, doll.” He smirks, dipping his head into your neck as he abruptly rolls his hips forward into yours, bullying his painfully large cock directly into your grateful hole. The sound that comes from between you is just sinful and he’s right, you do scream.

“Toh-Toji! Fuck!” You wrap your arms around his frame, having no time to steady yourself before his hips are barreling into yours and he’s fucking you like a man crazed. Your wet bodies collide harshly, pap, pap, papping away in the sauna, the sounds echoing within while your cacophony of moans and cries no doubt reach the outside. Like clockwork, he lifts himself up just slightly, propping himself up on one arm and raising his hand to your mouth, covering it entirely.

“Shh, shut the fuck up. Goddamn– ah– greedy whore. Not gonna get caught before I can fill this fuckin’ pussy up with my cum. Can’t fuckin’ have that, no… not after the fuckin’ torture–” he delivers a harsher thrust into you, “you’ve been putting me through.” He grunts out.

Your brows furrow together in pleasure and confusion, but he continues talking before you can think of what he means. “Every other fuckin’ day makin’ me need to leave early j-heh-just so I can get myself off in my car. Fuuuck’ve been thinkin’ of this ass for months, makin’ myself cum to the memories of you bending over in front of me acting soooo fuh-fuckin’ innocent like you didn’t know what you were doing. Time for you to take. responsibility.” He finishes the sentence with two hard thrusts, making you dig your nails into his back, angry red crescents sure to be left there by the end of this all.

Even his palm covering your mouth isn’t enough to muffle your cries of pleasure from the way he’s pitting your pussy with his cock, just digging into it again and again and again, mercilessly railing you while his arms other hand moves to take one of your legs, folding it up toward your chest. His sweat drips from his forehead down onto your hair and the image that appears in his head is too hard to resist. “Open.” He grunts out, removing his palm from your mouth and folding your other leg up.

You know exactly what he means, opening up your mouth and sticking your tongue out, moaning loudly as he spits a nasty fucking glob of saliva dead center on your tongue. You swallow it gratefully, opening your mouth for more. His eyes widen and he chuckles, resting his body weight on you to keep you folded while he uses a hand to wrap around your cheek and chin. “Nasty fuckin’ bitch, yer so fuckin’ sexy.” He says, smacking your face hard three times before spitting on your tongue again.

Loud banging sounds out from the door of the sauna and you can just barely hear the manager’s voice telling you both to vacate the premises or he’ll call the cops, the sound of Toji’s body colliding with yours far too loud to make out the exact words. You whine, a pout forming on your lips at the situation, but he doesn’t stop, no, he doesn’t even slow down. “Get the fuck outta here ‘less you wanna lose your head, chump!” He shouts out and the banging stops. “Guess ‘m gonna have to be quicker than I’d like to be. Hold on, doll.” He grunts, somehow fucking into you faster.

And hold on you did. Thing was, he wasn’t quick. He fucked your aching hole for thirty more minutes before dumping his load inside of you, making you wonder what WASN’T quick to him. In the end, you both were served with bans from the gym, but it’s okay because you knew he’d be working you out better than anything from then on.

༒︎ Choso Kamo ༒︎

You’re sat atop your pretty boyfriend, straddling him while you mold his hair into two cute ponytails. His hands are on your hips, fingers twitching as he pants, making you frown in concern. “What’s wrong, pretty boy?” You ask, resting back on his lap entirely so you’re at eye level with him. His face is red and his eyes squeezed shut. You chuckle softly and place a hand on his cheek, making him open his eyes and lean into your touch. “What is it?” Your voice sounds out again, gentle… soothing.

He blushes deeper and hides his face in your palm, groaning. “You were s-so close. Your… y’know… were right in front of my face.” He whines and you quirk a brow, confused. A few seconds pass and you get it, trying not to smile too much.

“My what?” You ask, amused by his shyness. He groans again, looking back at you and pouting. You want to kiss his pretty pink lips so badly to make that pout go away, but you can’t help but tease him a little first.

“Baby… don’t do that. You know what I mean.” A deeper pout forms on his face when he realizes you’re not going to let up. “Your tits… and you’re s-so warm on my lap, I just… I didn’t wanna… I-I had to focus on not changing down there. But, I-I couldn’t stop it.” He says, looking down shamefully between you both.

You follow his eyes to see a scary bulge in his grey sweatpants that nearly makes you choke. You’re not blind, of course you’ve seen a slight imprint from time to time, but this? This was fucking worlds different. He’s massive. You suck your teeth, fake pouting and looking back up at him, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “Awww, baby… it must have been so uncomfortable trying to hold back and ending up this hard.” You mock him, palming him oh so slowly over his pants. His entire body quivers and his eyelids squeeze shut again, a pained moan coming from those pretty lips of his. “You want me to help?” You ask.

“Mhm…” is all he offers, eyes still shut.

“Cho… y’gotta tell me what you want, pretty boy. How else am I supposed to know how to help?” You ask and his length twitches beneath your hand. His eyes snap open and his hands grip your hips painfully, him being entirely oblivious to how hard he’s gripped you.

“C-Can I… just put the tip in? Please?” He asks and this time it’s your eyes that go wide, your heart thumping harder in your chest. You two have never even fooled around before, you never thought he’d ask to do something like this right away. As shocked as you are, the moisture that begins to pool between your legs only serves to compel you to indulge him.

You nod, gulping. As though he’s afraid you’ll change your mind if he doesn’t act fast enough, he lifts his hips and pulls his sweatpants and boxers down, freeing his leaky cock from the confines of the cotton clothes. You try not to show him how scared you are that he might just split you in two on his cock even with just the tip, your hands moving to rid yourself of your own shorts and underwear, tossing them off his bed.

His hands pull you closer and he strokes his cock a few times, grunting. You realize his eyes haven’t left yours once since he pulled his pants down. He’s so stuck on you, your sweet Choso. “Cho… u-use me to get yourself wet.” You say, reaching down to grab his length and swiping it back and forth between your folds. He whines and shudders before gripping one of your ass cheeks in his hand and nodding at you.

“I c-can do it.” He says, taking his cock out of your hand and positioning it at your hole. You slide down just slightly, his thick tip just tearing into you and nestling within that ring of resistance he’s growing to love so much. “O-oh… B-baby…” he stutters out, the hand that was holding his cock sliding up to your shoulder.

“Ch-Cho… s’fucking bi-ngh-big! S’good!” You whimper out. You almost hear his resolve snap and before you know it, his nails are digging into your hip and shoulder and he’s digging into you, using his strength to force you up and down his angry cock like nothing more than a fleshlight.

“H-oh fuck! Feels s’good, baby! S’good, s’good, s’fuckin’ good!” He whines out again and again, yanking your body down into his so roughly that you think you might break, but you don’t stop him, you love it. He’s knocked the wind out of you with how rough he’s being with you– a stark contrast to his normally soft behavior. Your clit meets his trimmed pelvis with every time your bodies meet, providing even more mind numbing stimulation and you finally catch your breath just enough to let out a long cry, his name falling off your tongue. “Ohmyfuckkinggod, don’t stop saying my name, baby, please.” He begs and you oblige.

He beats, and beats, and beats at your cervix like a fucking whack-a-mole game, no rhythm to his staggered thrusts, just pure lust while he whimpers and whines. “S’good, s’good, s’good.” He repeats again and again and again, just in an absolute trance as he revels in the feeling of your tight walls gripping him like your life depends on it, a creamy white ring forming around the base of his cock while you drip down them.

And again, you manage to open your eyes enough to realize his eyes are still on your face. They likely never moved. He’s watching every reaction you have, every time your lips fall open in a moan, every time your eyes close while you try to steel yourself. He’s drinking it in, committing it to memory. Worshiping you with those dark brown orbs of his.

“F-fuh-fuck! Don’t stop, pr-ngh-pretty boy… my pretty boy.” You moan out.

And he doesn’t. Not until he cums in you for the nth time and you pass out from exhaustion.

༒︎ Ryomen Sukuna ༒︎

“Pleeeeeease, Kuna?” You ask, pouting as you glide the shaft of one of Sukuna’s cocks between your soaked folds. You guys have been fucking around for the last hour and you’ve been trying to convince him to let you take both cocks at the same time.

“Are you insane, girl? You’ve yet to take one of my cocks and yet you want both? In the same hole, no less. You must have a death wish.” He denies you, folding all four of his arms and leaning back against the headboard of your bed.

In an act of defiance, you huff. “Just the tips? Please!” You beg him, trying your best to give him the pout he always folded for. Just like that… his frown breaks and instead, he rolls his eyes.

“You are absolutely insufferable. Disobedient. A pain.” He tells you, making you giggle and clap your hands. Two of his arms unfold, opening up to you. You waste no time moving forward, having to nearly stand to hover over his cocks. Thankfully he keeps you steady by holding your thighs in his large hands.

“I-I can do it. D’need your help.” You pout, and he chuckles, not making a move to try to push you down or ease himself in. You take a deep breath, rubbing both tips between your dripping lips and you’re sure you hear him choke on his breath, but you choose to chalk it up to your imagination. With that, you sink down slowly onto both of his cocks, just until you get past the ring of his mushroom tips, your eyelids squeezed shut as the pain tears through you for just a moment.

That pain is interrupted, however, when your attention is drawn to Sukuna grunting loudly, his cocks throbbing for a few moments before shocking you by spurting cum so far up inside you that you would have thought you sat on a fire hydrant and not his cocks. You whine out, brows furrowing as he spurts string after string of hot sticky cum fill your cavern, some naturally seeping out of the ring and dripping down his lengths.

Your eyes snap open wide and you look dead into his. You can’t even help the laugh that slips past your lips as you speak. “D-Did you just–”

“Shut the fuck up. Shut. The fuck. UP!” He hisses out, one of his top hands grabbing your throat and choking the air out of it while the other aids his other two hands in shoving you down all the way on his cocks. “Yer gonna fuckin’ regret laughing at me, you insignificant human.” He grunts out.

And he spends the next few rounds cumming quicker than you before he FINALLY gets used to the warm, wet, bliss that is your pussy– following through with his promise to make you regret laughing soon thereafter.

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