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gyuwoncheol · 1 year ago

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Let Me Love You

Pair: Scoups x f!reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, established relationship, 18+ only (MDNI)

Summary: You just want to shower Cheol with all the love and softness in the world and he’s determined to do the same.

Warnings: sickening fluff, big dick!Cheol, porn with plot, very brief wrist pinning, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), nipple play (f. receiving), allusions to subspace, multiple orgasms, back scratching, grinding, unprotected piv sex (stay safe kids), creampie, bulge kink, begging, swearing, dirty talk, hair pulling, marking, pet names, crying during sex (only cause the dick is so good but not mentioned as a kink), just them being so madly in love. Lmk if i missed smth!

WC: 5.3k

Note: completely self indulgent because i’m down BAD for Cheol. Plus, I really do believe in getting your boyfriend flowers too. I know Cheol would just LOVE it.

“What are these?” Seungcheol started the moment your face appeared on his screen, waving the bouquet in his hands

“Well hello to you too” you greeted, “and those are flowers”

“For?”

“For you, silly” you smiled, leaving a very dumbfounded Seungcheol on Facetime. His brows knitted together even more, eyes questioning your answers and the fact that you’re so nonchalant about it all.

Just 10 minutes ago, one of the staff handed him a buoquet of flowers when they called for lunch break during rehearsals and had told him it was from you

“Ooooh, Coups hyung has floooowersssss” DK had teased, only to call the attention of all 12 boys much to Sungcheol’s chagrin

While Joshua complimented the pretty pink wrapper and yellow ribbon that wrapped around the lilies and carnations, the rest of the boys teased their leader playfully. With Seungkwan even threatening that Cheol might have forgotten an important anniversary date of sorts and this was your way of expressing passive agression.

That was when Seungcheol’s overthinking went into overdrive. He was about 500% sure that wasn’t it, he never forgets milestone dates with you, but then again he had been very busy the past few weeks as they geared up for their Japan comeback. Maybe, just maybe, he did forget something which is why he quickly ran to his studio, flowers in hand and your facetime already on dial, his lunch long forgotten.

“Jagi, i’m being serious here”

You giggled at the sight of your boyfriend’s pout, “I am being serious too! Those are for you, baby. Didn’t you read the card?”

“I did! But is this a prank? Did I do something wrong? I didn’t forget a date, did i? Are you mad at—”

“Woah woah, Cheol, slow down” you interrupted, “i’m not mad. You did nothing wrong. Am i not allowed to simply get my baby some flowers?”

“Uhh… yes??” He responded, the statement sounding more like a question

“Yes, i’m not allowed?”

“Yes— i mean, no..” Seungcheol stuttered, “well, okay but why?!”

“Just because!” You shrugged on screen, highly amused by the confusion written all over your boyfriend’s face

“But baby, i’m supposed to get you flowers, not the other way around” he explained, admittedly feeling a tiny bit emasculated by the fact you got him flowers. He was used to getting flowers when they won awards or attended shows but no one has actually ever given him flowers for him alone

“Hey now! There is no such rule that only boyfriends can give flowers! I personally believe that boyfriends deserve getting flowers too!”

Seungcheol was opening his mouth, about to retaliate when you interrupted him once more, albeit softer this time, “Cheollie, those are for you. From me. I know you’ve been busy and tired lately, so i thought sending you some flowers might brighten up your day… the same way mine always does when you get me some”

He glanced at the buoquet of flowers sitting on his desk and then at you, the sweetest smile on your face and your eyes filled with love and that’s when it really hit him that this truly was a genuine gesture from you. You saw through the screen how a light blush slowly crept on his cheeks, his face shifting from that of confusion to being flustered.

“So… t-they’re really for me?”

“Mhmm.. all yours”

The shyest smile erupted from your boyfriend, the crinkles on his eyes appearing, “i love you baby. Thank you for these.”

Cheol held the flowers close to him, inhaling the sweet scent of lilies and actually giving the flowers a good look this time, noticing that it was actually big enough to cover his face and then some more. He loved the flowers you picked and the foliage accents that came with it, noting that you thought hard about what to put together to suit his liking.

“I love you too, baby. I’m proud of you.” You reminded

If he wasn’t a flustered mess awhile ago, then he surely is now. It’s not every day he gets treated like this, and when he thinks about how most boyfriends don’t actually get treated like this, his heart skips a beat at just how special he feels to have you in his life, simultaneously making a mental note to return the favor and give you all his love too.

“Cheol?” You called out, stepping out of your shoes and dropping your keys by the bowl near the door. It was late but for Seungcheol to be home at this time was still considered early. It was usual for rehearsals these days to stretch into the wee hours of the night.

You cleared your throat again as you stepped into the kitchen where Seungcheol was humming along with the soft r&b music that flowed through the speakers, his attention being occupied by the whole chocolate cake he was pulling out the box

“Jagi!” He exclaimed loudly, arms already opening wide and approaching you for a big hug. Your feet lifted off the ground as Seungcheol effortlessly picked you up and peppered kisses all over your face, reducing you to a giggly mess

“Someone’s in a good mood” you mused as he sat you on the counter with one sweet kiss on your lips and his arms still around your waist, “and you’re home early”

“Mhmm. Told the boys i needed to do some damage control after you sent the flowers”

“Cheol, we’ve been over this, you didn’t do—“

“I know, i know” he squeezed you where his hand rested on your hips, “i just said that to get me out early” a proud grin on his face.

“Babe!”

“What? It’s okay… you know they hate it when i get sulky when we’re fighting. They basically kicked me out of there”

“But that’s a lie! We’re not fighting, and you’re definitely not sulking”

“They don’t need to know that. And it’s okay, we had perfected the dance already” your boyfriend smirked, just happy he finally got some time with you before bed “cmon, there’s lots to do”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Like cutting this cake i bought for you” a sheepish smile on his face, “i tried to go get you flowers too but by the time i got there, they were closing down and didn’t have your favorite ones, so i got the next best thing”

You cupped your boyfriend’s cheeks, erasing the pout that formed during his explanation, “my favorite chocolate cake is most definitely the next best thing, and besides, you didn’t even have to get me flowers, honey. Could you please just let the flower giving today be for you? I just want to shower you with random gifts too without you having to do anything back. Just let me love you, pleaaaase?”

With a scrunched nose, Cheol buried his face on your chest, “i don’t knoooow” he whined, “just— just maybe not in front of the boys again? Your gifts make me shy”

The laugh you let out was boisterous and loud and shook the whole of your body, “aww, did the leader get teased by his members today?”

“Yes. And it was NOT fun! Mingyu even got mad at me before i left, told me i needed to learn to say sorry first when we have fights”

You cooed at your boyfriend’s words, always happy to know that his members also had your back whenever they think Seungcheol did something bad to you

“Hey, but isn’t that the same train you rode on to get out of work early today?”

“Yes, but i didn’t want to be teased” he sulked

“Okay, big boy. No more flower deliveries in front of your brothers next time. Now, can we please eat that cake already?”

The treat right next to you was calling your name, it had been your favorite since you were in university and when Seungcheol had quickly discovered that if there was one sure fire way to get your spirits up, it would be a slice of that chocolate cake, he always made sure to get it for you on every celebration and apology. He delicately transfered a massive slice onto a plate before feeding you a forkful of it, a smile on his face watching you devour it as your legs happily swayed from the counter.

This, right here, in this kitchen with you and your cake and him and his flowers is what it’s all about, Seungcheol thought.

“Baby…” your boyfriend started shyly, “will you help me fix my flowers?”

“Of course, my love. How do you want them?”

“In a vase, on my bedside table” he answered without hesitation “so that i can see it right away when i wake up”

“Wow, looks like you haven’t thought this through at all, huh?” You teased, happy to know that the flowers were a successful gift

“You can’t blame me! They’re so pretty!”

A deeper blush painted Cheol’s cheeks, he hated to admit it but he did absolutely love the flowers you got him. To him, it was ultimately the nicest random gesture he’s ever gotten from someone he loved. Now he understood why you— and most girls— loved receiving flowers.

The both of you fell into a comfortable conversation as you arranged his flowers nicely in a vase while he fueled you with never ending forkfuls of cake.

When you had both retired to the bedroom, dishes cleaned in the kitchen and lights turned off, you happily set the vase of flowers on his bedside table like he asked

“Is this okay?”

“Mhmm.. more than okay” Seungcheol’s strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind, “they’re beautiful…” his lips ghosted on your neck as he admired the light colored petals

“You’re beautiful.” He said just slightly above a whisper with a wet open mouthed kiss on your neck

Your breath hitched when you felt him suck at the spot just below your ear, the air in the bedroom suddenly feeling hot and heavy. Sungcheol flattened his wet tongue on the spot to soothe it but only to resume sucking on it again. The repetitive motion surely leaving a bruise on its wake and making you weak on the knees as your hands gripped on his arms around your waist for support

“You like that, baby?” A low growl rumbled through his chest that sent tingles right between your legs

You wanted to say yes but all you could muster was a nod

“Words, baby”

“Yes!” You exhaled in a rush, rubbing your thighs together for reprieve

Your boyfriend squeezed your waist tighter, teasing “want more?”

You eagerly nodded, not one to waste time. Given Cheol’s schedule and your fair share of busy days in the office, it’s been a while since you both had been intimate

“I said, i need words”

“Cheollie, p-please” you whimpered so desperately

Luckily for you, Seungcheol had missed feeling you too and didn’t plan to tease you so much tonight. He pushed you onto the bed, and with way too much force, his hands pulled your dress shirt open, sending buttons flying to different directions

“Cheol!” You shrieked, but he couldn’t care less.

As one hand worked on getting you out of the blouse, his other hand skilfully unhooked your bra, exposing your breasts to him. You saw him lick his lips before hungrily diving in for your left nipple sucking and kissing and biting while his other hand all but traced the area around your right nipple lazily. The contrasting experience your breasts got had you writhing under his weight and clawing at his back to pull his own shirt off him

“Babe!” You called out loudly, snapping Seungcheol out of boobie land, “your shirt! Off! Please!”

A devilish smirk flashed on his face at your demand, he really loved it when you used your words in the bedroom. It had been something he’d taught you to do early on in your relationship when he realised you’d been biting your lips so much just trying to hold back from saying anything. He liked to hear you say what you want and did not want, and he especially loved it when you were being loud.

He reached over at the back of his shirt to pull it off in one swift motion, throwing the white oversized tee to the ground. Your eyes grew larger at the sight of his bare chest but before you could even do anything, his hand had snatched both your wrists and pinned them above your head

“Happy?” He asked, his biceps flexing above you as his eyes turned a few shades darker

“No” was the answer that came out of your mouth that shocked your boyfriend, “i want you to kiss me” you challenged

He didn’t need to be told twice. His lips latching onto yours immediately with fervor, happy to have found that you had already given access for his tongue to explore your mouth. There was no point in fighting for dominance, you were happy to submit yourself to Cheol, happy to just be held and loved by him after a while. With every move he made, the more wetness pooled in your panties, and as you lifted your hips to gain some friction, Seungcheol was quick enough to push your hips back down to the mattress

"Easy, baby. Don't worry, I got you" he assured, finally giving you a chance to refill on oxygen and tangle your hands in his hair when your wrists were set free

He trailed down your body, covering every inch of your torso with wet open kisses, each second that held him back from where you wanted him just driving you crazy. And he knew this. You knew he knew it too, with the way he stopped right above the hemline of your pencil skirt only to look up to you with the most lust filled eyes

"Baby, please... I need you right now"

"Nuh uh" he chastised, his hands working on sliding the zipper down, loosening up your skirt so he could take it off you. "Need to taste you first" He said with another growl that has once again caused wetness to rush in your cunt

In a most lewd act, you stared dumbfounded at your boyfriend who buried his nose on your covered pussy, taking a deep inhale all while his eyes remained on yours, "You smell so fucking good, i can't wait to devour you"

And devour you, he did. Your panties coming off in record time, his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking like it was the last piece of lollipop on earth. His teeth grazed at the sensitive bud before soothing it with a kiss and a hard suck, something he knew would make your eyes roll back. When you felt his finger travel up your slit, a strangled moan ripped out your throat, making your boyfriend smirk like a mad man.

"God baby, you're so wet, you'll suck my fingers right in"

You would've disagreed if you didn't just hear the squelch that reverberated in the room when Seungcheol dipped his middle finger in your hole. Barely five pumps in and he thought it enough to already add a second digit, making your back arch off the mattress and tears prick in your eyes. A tight knot in your stomach making itself felt as you smiled, missing the feeling of an oncoming orgasm.

"Fuck, Cheol!" you said through gritted teeth, the sensation of his fingers massaging your walls and his thick lips tugging at your clit was nothing short of heaven. His long fingers grazing the rough velvety spot inside you was enough to make you see stars

"Babe, I-i.. W-won't last l-long" You warned, the knot on your abdomen coiling as tight as the grip you had on his scalp

"Hold on a little more, yeah?" your boyfriend requested, a determined look on his face when he looked up at you, a slight sheen on his face, "I Haven't even gotten a full taste yet"

"THEN HURRY THE FUCK UP, CHEOL!" You screamed, slamming your fists on the bed, making Seungcheol laugh at your frustration

"YES, MAAM!" he agreed, pulling his fingers out of you to form a perfect salute right before he sucked your juices from his fingers. Your whine at the loss of contact however, had quickly transformed into a moan when his wet tongue dove into your cunt. The slurping sound he produced being the most unholy thing you've heard tonight.

"FUUUUUUCK" You drawled out, shaking helplessly as you fought so hard to hold the orgasm that was begging to explode. You were right there, teetering off the edge.

But the idiot below you had other plans, detaching his mouth at the exact moment you were ready to fall. A struggled sob racked through you. The knot that was so tight started to feel like it was moving away.

"Cheooool" You scolded pathetically with a whimper

"You taste like honey" He declared proudly above your pussy, the widest grin plastered on his face. It would've been innocently cute if he just wasn't glistening with your juices and if he didn't just deprive you of the one thing you've been longing for for weeks now.

"I wanna cum" you sobbed. It was supposed to come out like a bratty demand, but alas, that attitude can only last so long. "Please baby... let me cum"

Bless Seungcheol's tongue, you thought. Because as quickly as the feeling went away, so did its return. And this time, with twice the intensity. He licked a fat stripe on the expanse of your pussy, stopping to swirl by your clit before diving back down to your hole.

It was when his thumb drew circular motions in sync with his tongue that you truly felt delirious

"Cum for me, baby" He said just above a whisper but it's all you heard. In mere seconds, the dam broke and your orgasm hit you like a wall, knocking the air out of your lungs and blacking your vision.

Your body shook and your thighs trembled, trapping Seungcheol's head in between. You wanted to push him away, fearing the overstimulation that you knew was fast approaching, but you were so far gone, like you had just ran 5 marathons straight. All while he was happily lapping up every single drop you were willing to give. Your orgasm seeming to last wave after wave sending you to a place only Choi Seungcheol could.

"Cheol, what the fuck was that?" You whimpered when your senses started kicking in and his face was now inches from yours

He hummed at the sex-crazed look on your face, "hmmm. just the best meal of my life" proudly grinning once again before kissing you on the lips

You moaned in agreement, tasting yourself on him, your brain still reeling from the orgasm you just had. Your arms lazily wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss when you started to feel the sensation of your limbs again. Admittedly, you were exhausted to your very core, but when you felt your boyfriend's painfully hard cock against your thigh, it's like your body willed itself to reenergize.

Seungcheol felt your fingernails trace his spine, his jaw going slack at the sensation, allowing you enough chance to have your tongue explore his mouth. He loved it when you scratched and traced his back. And he surely loved kissing you. As morbid as it was, he always said that he could immediately die after making out with you and he would die a happy man. So lost in the feel of your mouth on his, he slightly jumped when he felt you palm his cock through his sweats.

"Babe" he reprimanded, creating a small space between your bodies

"Cheollie" you whined, "you haven't— you haven't even..."

He chuckled incredulously at your words, surprised you still had it in you to go another round after he surely witnessed you cross another dimension from a long overdue orgasm, "Baby, it's okay. You're exhausted, and I can take care of this myself. Just want to make you feel good…. Jus’ wanna love you"

"Then do it" You replied breathlessly, "Make love to me, Cheol"

Your bedroom smelled of sex but when Choi Seungcheol looked at you, your eyes big and doey, full of love more than lust, the brightest smile grew on his face, his cheeks almost hurting. He couldn't even mask it if he wanted to. It's like time had momentarily stopped for him as you laid there bare against his body, caged in between his arms, face inches just away from yours that he could feel your every breath tickle his lips. His heart was exploding with so much love and care and happiness that he could hear his own heartbeat sync with yours. Make no mistake: your bedroom smelled of sex, but in that moment, there was nothing but pure love in that room.

"y/n, are you sure?" He asked one more time, cupping your cheek to make sure you were back to reality and you would answer him consciously.

You nodded softly at his words, your own hand coming to hold his, "Yes, I need you to make love to me, Cheol" you repeated loud and clear and with conviction, your hands pulling at the material of his sweatpants to get it off him

Seriously, his cheeks were hurting from smiling too much as he helped you get himself out of his boxers next. Your mouth immediately salivating at the sight of his dick slapping hard against his stomach. His tip was an angry shade of red, leaking with precum and god you just wanted so badly to suck him off. But that would be reserved for another time, maybe in the morning, you thought.

"I love you, baby" were the words that came out of his mouth when he once again lay atop of you, grinding his cock on your pussy to coat it with your slick

"i love you, too" You said with a whince when you felt his tip breach your entrance.

"Breathe, jagi. Breathe." Seungcheol reminded you as he slowly entered you with every inch. Sure he had just given you the best foreplay of your life, but he knew himself that his fingers were only a fraction to the size of him. He especially knew that it had been awhile since you both had sex so the initial pain was definitely to be felt. His eyes were trained on your face and he noticed every sharp inhale, every shudder and whince, and every lip bite you did as you patiently took on his hard cock, knowing that soon enough the pain would turn into immeasurable pleasure. Seungcheol was breathing loudly as he continued pushing in slowly, hoping to get your breath to sync with his.

"Doing so good for me, jagi" he whispered repetitively into your ears.

When he finally bottomed out, he stayed completely still for you, feeling your nails claw at his back as if finding something to ground yourself onto

"I'm right here, y/n. Right here." He reminded you with a call of your name, resting his chin on the crook of your neck which ought to do the trick for you. You were lucky enough to have your boyfriend know you like the back of his hand. It's what made sex with him always so intimate and sacred despite the very dirty things he was actually doing to you.

"Cheollie, please move" You whimpered when you couldn't take the stillness anymore

Your boyfriend grinded on you to make sure of your request and when you moaned out his name in pleasure, he was assured you had asked him correctly. Seungcheol withdrew his full length, leaving just the tip of his cock inside you before slamming back in. The motion alone sending you higher on the mattress which made him grunt at the sight.

"Fuck baby, you're so fucking tight" He groaned, the feeling of your walls fluttering on his cock just sending him into a craze of thrusting in and out of you

You could feel every vein on his cock, as he pumped continuously. His balls slapping against your skin just adding to the lewd noises that your pussy was making as it took in all of your boyfriend's girthy length.

He dipped his head low and captured your right nipple on his mouth during one particular thrust of his cock and the overwhelming feeling had your back arching off the mattress for the nth time that night, tears once again pricking your eyes at how good everything just felt

"B-babe.." you struggled to form words, "Ha..Hard—harder please!" You rushed out

He was done teasing you awhile ago, now, he was going to make love to you like you so politely asked.

"what my baby wants, my baby gets" Seungcheol said assuringly, like he was rallying a battalion of soldiers. In one swift motion, he hooked your right leg on his shoulders and thrusted in you so deep, a string of profanities leaving your mouth as your second orgasm washed over you without so much as a warning. You were rendered so speechless that your boyfriend couldn't help but chuckle

"Fucking you so good, you can't even tell when you're cumming huh?" He said with a cocky smirk on his face, completely driving you insane.

You wanted to form words, tell him how good he was, how good you felt, how you wanted to stop to process what just happened, but also needed more, but all your brain could do was form incoherent noises. This only prodded Cheol to grind his body on yours, leaving open mouthed kisses on your face and lips as you tried to make sense of that orgasm that came out of nowhere

“You like this baby? Like my cock inside your tight pussy?“ he continued, reveling at the fact that he had just made you cum for the second time that night

Your boyfriend hooked your other leg on his shoulder to effectively fold you in half with every thrust, hitting you so deep that you could feel him in your cervix.

"Cmon baby, one more yeah?" He asked with a deep groan.You couldn't even deny him of his favor, not when the new angle he's put you on already had another orgasm forming in your stomach so quickly.

He would deliciously shift between thrusting and grinding, you simply thanked the heavens you had a boyfriend who knew how to move his body so well.

You experimentingly pressed your hand on the bulge that formed on your stomach where his cock would hit and in a flash, Seungcheol felt his own orgasm hot in his heels. He was so focused in making you feel good tonight that he forgot just how much he needed to cum too. The sight of him so deep in you, your boobs bouncing with every thrust, it was the perfect recipe to just drive him off the edge.

"Babe— Baby... I won't last..." He tried to say, his attention focusing on hitting your gspot with every thrust to get you there with him

"I- I know babe" you confirmed, not a stranger to the way his hips would stutter and his left brow would rise when he was about to come undone

You tightened your hold on him, your pussy sucking him in so tight making it harder for him to withdraw. He loved feeling your hole spasm. You brought him down to you by the neck, your mouth latching onto his collar bone to suck intently, willing it to turn purple by tomorrow. Cheol whimpered at the sensation, feeling delirious himself.

"Babe—"

"Cum in me, Cheollie" you interrupted him, "Give me all your love"

Like magic words, Seungcheol came undone, his warm seed painting your walls white as he panted for air. His orgasm lasted so long that it set off your third one. Your cum mixed together as you both trembled from your own highs, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

When he felt his toes finally uncurl, he collapsed onto the bed but not without rolling you on top of him so that he was still inside you. You could already feel your mixed sticky cum slowly leak out your pussy and onto his thighs but you couldn’t bother for now. You just wanted to stay close to Cheol as much as possible, ghosting your lips at the expanse of his chest, leaving lovebites in your wake.

After sex cuddles with your boyfriend was always like getting your favorite dessert after a hearty meal. And you knew this one would be extra special, especially after having such an intimate time together after so long. Not to mention the precious after care Seungcheol would shower you with in a few minutes.

"I love you, jagi" you said, using the nickname he uses for you on him and adoring the happiness that adorned your boyfriend's face

His eyes smiled at you, holding you tight against his chest, "I love you too, baby"

A cold bed was not what you expected to wake up to after the night you just had with your boyfriend, but it seems that at 6:32am, when you finally shut off your alarm, and decided to open your eyes, it was what you were greeted with. Cheol wasn't in his spot. You groaned audibly, annoyed at the fact that you woke up alone, but moreso because everything just felt sore down there. You knew Cheol hadn't left for work yet, his phone was still on his bedside table.

Speaking of the bedside table, it looked awfully empty and that's when it hit you: His vase of flowers were gone. Did he suddenly hit them and break the vase? Surely, you would've heard it shatter to the floor if that was the case. The sudden curiosity in your mind was enough to get you out of bed, albeit, wincing at every step you took down the stairs.

"Baby?" you called out when you heard Cheol's distant humming

"Kitchen, my love"

You caught him redhanded as you entered the kitchen, half of his flowers outside the vase while he tried to rearrange the other half that's left in it. A sheepish smile on his face, "Good morning"

"Hmm... morning" You grumbled, immediately gravitating to his side to get some warmth, your face burrowing on his chest, "I wanted to wake up beside you" you complained

"Sorry, baby. I just got used to leaving so early for work"

"But you don't start until later at 9am you said. So why didn't you stay in bed?" You countered, not even caring that you were now full on whining like a kid throwing a tantrum

Your boyfriend felt bad but not as much as he was enjoying your little fit

"Sorry, baby" He said again, turning you to face him while he cupped your cheeks with his large hands, leaving a quick peck on your forehead "it's just that when i woke up the first thing i saw were your flowers— my flowers. And then I looked at you and I was just so happy, I can't even explain it. Like nothing could ruin my day. So I took the vase cause I want to transfer some of them. I'll leave half of them on my bedside table, and the other half i'll put in another vase I can bring to work and place in my studio. That way, i'll be reminded of you… and then work won't feel so gloomy after all" he grinned, more than proud of his wonderful idea.

With the way Seungcheol enthusiastically explained his plan, you couldn't be mad. It tugged at your heart strings how happy the simple gesture of gifting him flowers was. You pinched his cheeks softly, endeared at the handsome, happy face smiling back at you. "I love you, Cheol"

If every night ended up like last night and your boyfriend was this excited every day he got flowers, you made a mental note to make a subscription at the flower shop for flowers delivered especially for Choi Seungcheol.

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year ago

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Heyyyy, listen I'm obsessed with someone older...OBSESSED!!?! I'm not very creative with drabble ideas but I'm a hørny whøre and I wanna ask for more intimate scenes cus the last one left me high n dry heheh 😅 so like can we get maybe a drabble after the sofa scene in her apartement, when they went to his apartement 👉👈

Your wish is my command 👉👈

You were supposed to put up the tree. Hang up the Christmas stuff that's stuffed into two bags left at the door- one of them tipped over in a hurry, left aside for now just like your shoes and coats, carelessly on the floor, creating a trail of clothes.

It leads into his bedroom, where he's already eagerly kissing you, still high on your confession, and the fact that everything clicked into place for you both. How his home feels warmer already, how his life feels lighter, less about work and the force of having to stay alive, and more about finding appreciation for being alive to experience this with you.

Jungkook isn't innocent. He's had sexual encounters before- has fucked in some rather risqué ways and has surely accumulated quite the experience. And sure, he's also had some mind blowing moments he'll always remember- but this?

This is different.

Because as cliche as it sounds, he's drunk off of love, the realization of it, the fact that he knows right now with your body beneath his that you're it for him. You're his final destination, a young woman he believes might just be exactly what he'd dreamed of when he pictured out his life in the future back when he was younger.

Breaths speed up, this time there's no holding back as he already has the condom wrapped around his aching length, pulling you closer by your thighs. You're beautiful like this, in between his sheets and pillows, a lot more of them here after you'd mentioned how little he has- and how many you possess. A small detail, a tiny hint that you would appreciate a more filled bed- and he happily provides just that for you, if the reward for it is such a beautiful sight beneath him.

You're reaching out for him, helping him find his way, but he teases just a little, runs the head of his cock through your arousal slicked lips, before he pushes himself in, claims you once more. But this time, it's not so unsure. This time, he's not hesitant.

This time, he's sure. He wants to mark you up, leave remnants of his affection with you to look at tomorrow and the days after. Jungkook isn't usually this hasty with things, but right now, his head is empty, not even lust fueling his actions, but the need to have you as close as he possibly can manage.

He wants your head to be filled with him, just like you fill his own every minute he isn't occupied with something else.

So when he thrusts into you, it's a lot more forceful. Never agressive, never uncontrolled- simply more confident, sure of himself. And you clearly thrive under his care, eyes closed and lips parted as his name leaves your lips in every second breath you exhale. You're free right now, no sign or trace of insecurity or fear on you, and he prides himself in being the person to gift you such a moment of bliss.

You deserve it. And one day, you'll always feel like this around him. He'll get you there.

Your legs wrap around his waist as he leans over you, kisses you with hunger, open mouthed and a lot less careful as he did before. He's taking control of the situation, and you gladly let yourself fall into his hands.

He can do as he pleases- you trust him to handle you with care.

His lips wander, from the edge of your jaw to the side of your neck, hands on your breasts as he grabs and touches, thumbs occasionally playing with your hardened buds. You've never had someone pay so much attention to your body, and you can't help but simply arch your back to aid his hips in their angle- rolling up into him, causing him to breathe out deeply, a sign of his own growing pleasure.

"I love you." You breathe out and he can't help but grin, chuckle as he picks up his pace, growing sloppy as he finds his end sooner than you- but he's not one to leave you hanging, instead pushing himself in deep as he cums, hand between your body traveling down to your core, using your slick that's coating the inside of his thighs to flick your pearl, making you whine beneath him.

"I love you." He responds, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, kissing your skin while he still can't wipe the smile off of his face as you clench around him.

You're spent, surely a bit too exhausted to really do much more than clean up and take a nap- but he doesn't mind staying up late with you afterwards. He's taken time off after all, to spend it with you-

And he plans on making the most out of it, making every second count.

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thatsonemorbidcorvid · 2 years ago

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why is headless women art bad? i can see why it's seen as objectifying but why is it such a big deal to make art out of the female form? (sorry if i sound agressive this is a genuine question)

Hi anon! You certainly don’t sound aggressive - I’m actually very grateful for the opportunity to collate my current thoughts in one place, so thank you for the prompt. I’m going to try my hardest to keep this short.

For any women who haven’t seen posts on this topic previously, some examples of the ‘headless women art’ trend I’ve been talking about for a while now are below. They’re often missing their limbs, at various points of amputation, as well as all or part of their heads (if she has her eyes, I generally don’t count it). Sometimes their heads have been ‘replaced’ with other objects, typically plants or mushrooms, though I wouldn’t count a woman with an animal or bird’s head. They’re often naked.

So, per Anon’s question, why is it a ‘big deal’?

I mean, really, it’s not. It’s an absolutely minuscule deal - it’s as dwarfed by the issues of the sex industry, femicide, and systemic sex inequality, as we are by the Sun. And yet, much as our bodies are made of particles formed in dying stars, I see elements of the large within the small… ok, I’m not getting poetic.

It’s not a big deal, and I don’t necessarily think it’s wholly terrible either, which is why in my analysis posts on the topic I try to ask questions more than criticise, and criticise gently when I do so. What it comes down to is that I spotted a pattern, and wanted to acknowledge that pattern, think about it, and ask other women for their thoughts on it.

With that said, there are certain things that I question particularly, and have seen other women question, which I’ll list:

Remove her legs and she can’t run, remove her arms and she can’t fight, remove her mouth and she can’t shout, and remove her eyes and she can’t look back at you. You totally disempower her when you remove almost every body part capable of action.

By removing her head you also remove her brain (her personality and internal identity), and her face (her visible external identity). By anonymising her you strip her of her individuality, and depict all female people as a result - so what message are you sending about all female people with your depiction of us, naked and dismembered?

A (living) woman’s neutral existence requires her to have her head. By removing it, you are making an active choice to step away from the neutral (and it’s on you to defend that choice), and you are also by necessity depicting a dead woman. You ask about ‘art out of the female form’ - the living female form has a head. Why remove it?

The simplest test of whether something might be sexist, is to see whether it applies to men and women equally. Are (straight) men decorating their homes with ‘bits’ of male bodies? Do men in general feel conscious enough of, yet alienated enough from, the appearance of their bodies that they seek out their representation, sans heads, to reflect back at them? Why not, if women are? Would it be strange if they did?

As a follow up, since many of these pieces are made by women (often straight women), are (straight) men often focusing their artistic output on depicting ‘bits’ of male bodies? Do men regularly choose to create art intended to depict the ‘beauty’ of the male form? If not, why not?

You mention objectification - what links are there between objectification and violence? Could self-objectification be used to normalise violence against the self, or even excuse it? What about violence against others who are like the self (ie violence against other women)?

As I say, I’m not necessarily saying this artistic trend is exclusively a bad one, or that people/women in particular shouldn’t be decorating their homes however they please. It’s just something I’ve noted and found interesting, and like many apparently free choices, I think feminist women have a responsibility to interrogate their own and others’ motivations.

This is a hasty overview, and I’ve probably missed things - I’ll reblog with additions if I think of any, but you can also see my previous posts on this topic, and other women’s contributions, under my “Headless Women Art” tag. Thanks again for the question!

#headless women art

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pokemonshelterstories · 4 months ago

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Hi, Charlie! How you doing? I have a little of a predicament here, see I have a Cyndaquil (Pepper) and a kanto, senior Persian (Roberta), she's a retired contest pokémon that belonged to one of my friend's parents.

Roberta spends most of her time sleeping these days, but she's fairly friendly and social with Pepper and other pokemon she meets! Problem arose when a coworker gifted me a Skiploom during a santa's secret party, apparently just because I said I liked that pokemon and they just... got it...from some random market????? I was baffled, but the little Skiploom is usually a sweetheart and doesn't seem to have behavorial problems besides getting into petty fights with passing drifloom and other flying pokemon when she's out of the house (is that normal? i thought skipbloom were gentle and timid)

My biggest fear was Cyndaquil, being a fire type, but they got along nicely, but Roberta just...apparently hates this Skiploom! And started to do very strange things she didnt' do before, she does as much as smell the skiploom floral scent and will go wild and use fury swipes on the walls and floor. She sneaks into the room were I keep the Skiploom to bite her toys and toss her water bowl. And if the Skiploom is on the same room by accident (since i try to keep them separate), Roberta will straight up use power gen (her sight it's bad at her age, so it always misses, but it's concerning) And if Roberta gets agressive, Pepper seems to follow her lead and will run around and growl.

It's there a way to handle this? I don't want to release the Skiploom since I fear they could be a born-into captivity one, but all this agression and activity is very bad for an old pokemon like Roberta. Should I give away Skiploom or take them to a shelter?

yeah...i wish people wouldnt get pokemon as gifts unless someone has specifically requested that pokemon. it tends to lead to situations like this.

unfortunately, this sounds like a bad situation all around. persian are territorial and fairly aggressive pokemon, and raising them as single pokemon is hard enough before you add other pokemon into the equation. they don't adjust easily to new pokemon in the household, and at her age roberta may be beyond the point where she's willing to tolerate a new addition.

my concern is that this is clearly stressful for all three pokemon. roberta is obviously stressed to the point that she's actively trying to hunt out the skiploom. pepper's aggression in response to roberta's aggression is likely to be a stress response. and obviously getting attacked out of what seems like nowhere is going to be stressful for the skiploom! a stressed skiploom is going to release a lot of sweet scent to try and diffuse the conflict, which will just perpetuate the issue.

while this could potentially be managed through very strict pokeball rotation scheduling, i think in this case that's probably not the best idea. roberta is still going to smell the skiploom around the house. i'm worried that all this stress isn't healthy for her, and it might cause her relationship to pepper to turn sour. it sounds like the best choice to make here is to rehome the skiploom. you can take it to a shelter, though you'll likely have to pay a surrender fee. alternatively, you can try to rehome it yourself using the global trading network.

thank you for doing your best for this little guy- that was a tough situation for you to be put in

#charlietalks #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #pokemon behavior #persian #skiploom

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lua-magic · 1 year ago

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Mars and your battles in life.

Mars is your agression and passion.

Mars is also cause for fights and arguments.

Remedy is at end of this blog

Mars in first house

You have lot of energy within you.

You have anxiety and anger issues.

You should be careful about your finances, as you might loose lot of money due to your own anxiety.

Mars here makes you accident prone and susceptible to injuries and give you gut related issues.

You might pick up fight with your father as well.

Mars in second house .

You have fights and agression within your family and family members.

Your relationship with your father is also complex and you often pick up fight with your colleagues and bosses

Mars in third house.

Though Mars is exalted here, you fight with your siblings and your neighbours.

You have great fighting spirit and fight with your eniemies.

You have frequent arguments and fights within your work place, and also with your friends and within your network.

Mars in fourth house.

Mars here give you lots of anxiety and agression when you spend more time at home .

Remedy of Mars fourth house is " GET OUT".

You often fight with your friends and also has disturbed sleep patterns and feel more anxious on bed or during sleep which might keep you awake.

Mars in fifth house.

Woman with this placement face problems during child birth and pregnancy.

You often loose your consciousness when you get angry.

You are easy to be angered and triggered.

You pick up fight easily with others without giving second thoughts.

That sometimes attract lots of problems towards you.

Though, Mars is exalted it gives problems in studies and education as well.

You could also experience sudden loss of money and financial issues.

Mars here, could give you gut issues and problems with your anal region like piles and haemorrhoids.

You should be careful about injuries and accidents as well.

You have disturbed sleep and can't sleep for more time, especially, sound sleep or sleep like baby, is alien term to you.

You are an energy house, got lot of energy and passion.

Mars in sixth house.

It is exalted here, you fight with your eniemies with lot of passion and agression and don't leave them till you destroy them.

This placement could also make you fight with your father or teacher, and also creates fight with your family and family members.

You too are blessed by lot of energy and passion.

Mars in seventh house.

This placement creates fight with your partner a lot.

You also fight with your colleagues and bosses.

You could pick fight with your family and with your siblings and neighbours also easily.

Mars in eighth House.

Mars is exalted here, but could give piles issues, accidents and cuts.

It could give blood and gut related problems as well.

You might face severe financial loss as well.

You might fight with your friends a lot, also with your siblings, neighbours, your mother and within your home as well.

You also suffer from anxiety and anger issues.

Mars in ninth house.

Give fight with your father, teachers alot

You have problem while sleeping.

You have anxiety and anger issues that could cause problems in your studies and education.

Mars in tenth house.

You would be victim of office politics and would have anger towards your bosses and your colleagues.

You have lot of energy personaly and is quite active person..

You look younger to your age as well.

You fight with your partner and you also don't leave your eniemies easily till you destroy them..

Mars in eleventh house.

You fight with your friends and within your social network easily.

You also fight alot with your family members and within your family.

You have fighting spirit and destroy your eniemies.

You have frequent fights and arguments with your partner as well.

Mars in twelfth House.

You have problems with sleeping and very often suffer from anxiety and panic at night which could create problems in sleeping.

You can have fight with your siblings and neighbours.

You also fight with your partner and loose money due to overspending or over shopping.

You could face problems related to your body and could be prone to skin problems, problem with digestion, gut.

This combination also makes you injury prone and accidents prone.

Remedy

Best remedy of Mars is " Choose your battle wisely" .

Take our time for developing hobbies like gardening that could cure your anxiety problem.

Drink more water and spend more time in water or near water, increase water element in your body.

Anytime, you feel angry or get angry just drink water, and respond, don't react...

#spirituality #occult #astro community #vedic astrology #astro observations #astro notes #astrology

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writefightandflightclub · 11 months ago

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Sugar

Grad student!Nathan Bateman x older!fem!reader

Author’s note: I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS CONCEPT TBH BUT DON’T WANT TO GIVE SPOILERS SO WARNINGS ARE NON-EXHAUSTIVE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK I GUESS? (As ever, minors DNI, thank you!) And I blame Oscar at MEFCC in the black polo and @nowritingonthewall’s hc of young!Nathan sneaking into tech conferences for this one. (I’m imagining him as getting towards his mid twenties here.)

Word count: just a short one!

Warnings: power / wealth imbalance, and slight warning for dub-con due to this. Sexual touching (slightly public). Infidelity. Alcohol consumption (reader). As mentioned above, warnings are non-exhaustive this time to avoid spoilers. If you do need further info, however, you are welcome to DM or send an ask.

“Not touching the oysters?” Nathan asks in as suave a tone as he can muster. The only oyster he’s personally sampled, so far, is the oyster sauce at his favourite downtown take-out.

Your plate of extravagant buffet food is discarded next to you, however, as you pore over a stack of documents at the hotel bar, a martini in a tall, flared glass languishing in your free hand.

You whip your head towards Nathan and look him up and down; as though deciding whether he’s worth the time of day, or whether you should immediately summon security to remove him from your field of vision. You seem to find him relatively inoffensive, at least, and grant him permission to remain in your orbit; for now. You hum contemplatively. “Decided I’ve had my fill of vile sensations for today,” you announce in a cool, assured tone. “I had to fuck my husband this morning. Twice.”

Nathan emits a low whistle. As much as he tries to take it in his stride - to act like he’s accustomed to affluent, worldly, cut-throat women like you - he isn’t. Honestly, he’s barely accustomed to anyone at all lately, since he’s immersed himself entirely in getting his start-up off the ground.

You’re older. Older than him, at least. Older than any woman he’s been with so far, he can’t help but think. That, along with your candidness, is refreshing. You’re not all giggly and earnest and chaotic like the young women he’s met around campus - which sounds far less exhausting to him, if he’s honest.

He looks you up and down in return. And, yeah. Shit. He definitely wants to fuck you.

“He doesn’t get you off?” Nathan asks, crude and casual, as though he has any business asking. However, he’s found that a complete disregard for social norms can -oddly- sometimes pan out in his favour. Sometimes. Besides, on this occasion he has to risk it, or social norms would dictate that he shouldn’t approach you at all. At least not before he’s in possession of an invitation-only credit card, or, has made a hard-to-come by appointment via your PA at the very least.

You take a sip of your drink and eye him over the brim. He likes that move. Your eyes are full of deliciously dark amusement as you appraise him. He thinks you may even like what you see. Might even find him refreshing too. “Well. It’s not love - or anything else so impractical. It’s strictly a business arrangement,” you explain, as though you have been waiting for an opportunity to vent and no-one has actually bothered to ask you. “He pays for my lifestyle and I put out. And occassionally have to, you know, run his fucking company, attend boring conferences to schmooze his investors, and generally mask his total ineptitude.” You gesture around you vaguely. From the tiredness in your tone, it makes sense that you’re hiding out in this deserted hotel bar, Nathan thinks.

He knows fine well who your husband is too. A guy many, many years your senior. Obscenely rich fucker too. CEO and founder of a huge ass telecoms company, recently diversified into various markets across the tech world. The company is running an agressive acquisition policy, buying out start-ups and hoping to find something that sticks. The “next big thing”. It hasn’t succeeded yet. Projections look mediocre at best.

Nathan, who very much considers his innovation the “next big thing” - the only game in town - had tried to corner your husband at the end of his rather lacklustre panel. After all, he’d done his research. Had identified the highest value targets he could network with in attempts to drum up some investment. He is trying to bolster his sorely under-funded start-up… which, if he is honest, has barely even “started” at all. He knows the tech. The code. He’s a certified genius, for God’s sake. He was just a fool for thinking that that alone would be enough. Frustratingly for him, it’s the schmoozing and understanding of the cold realities of the business world he struggles with. He seems to rub people up the wrong way, for some reason. Probably because they’re all assholes. Or, maybe, because they view him as too young or too rough around the edges to know what he’s talking about. Or, most likely, because they’re uninspired bastards incapable of comprehending his world-changing vision. Maybe all of the above.

So much then, for the supposed merits of the free market and the idea that the best ideas will prosper. His idea is the best, and he’s floundering simply because his daddy can’t buy him his way in. Instead of a reliance on the strength of the product, networks and power and money and nepotism appear to be king in this world. And, Nathan possesses none of these advantages. Even with the buzz around him at his faculty, and his full ride scholarship at 17 for being a fucking genius.

Anyway, after a failed attempt to schmooze your asshole husband, Nathan had quickly put together that the guy didn’t have a goddamn clue. That you were the brains (and beauty, by the way) behind the operation, and he was likely little more than the funds.

Also, the guy definitely didn’t seem like he’d be a pleasant fuck, by any stretch.

He grimaces somewhat at the thought.

“That’s what they say isn’t it?” You take a breezy sip of your drink. “Fake it until you make it? They’re talking about orgasms, sweetheart, and my last performance paid for these shoes.” You kick out your appealing leg, your shins bare and smooth beneath your pencil skirt, and you briefly show off your shiny, black, red-soled heels.

They’re nice. Sexy, on you.

Nathan briefly wonders why you’re being so forthcoming with him, a complete stranger; but you don’t strike him as someone who gives a shit in the slightest what other people think. You also strike him as someone who can make people think whatever you want them to think. One day, he hopes to have as much power over a room as you do - and that’s for starters.

He slips into the bar stool beside you then, uninvited, and you scoff. “Are you even old enough to drink, baby face?”

He bristles at that, thick brows pinching and nods slowly, peeking at you from over the brim of his glasses, his own eyes now dancing with a subtle, dark amusement.

You’ve already turned away though. It frustrates him that he can’t entirely hold your attention.

“Nathan Bateman. Student, MIT.” You gesture to his name tag with a perfectly manicured finger, and without looking back up from your stack of documents.

Now, Nathan glumly reassesses his earlier conclusion. You are being forthcoming because it really doesn’t matter what he, specifically, thinks. Because you’ve already estimated that he’s the guy in the room with least influence. For now, at least. You’ll see. “Better to check. Especially before you start hitting on me.”

He swallows. “Is that what you think’s happening?” Shit. Do you want that to happen?

“Isn’t it?”

He’d make some dig about you flattering yourself. But he knows fine well it’s the most likely reason any hot-blooded guy would be sidling up to you. You’re hot and unobtainable; which makes you even hotter.

Nathan watches as you idly spin your wedding band around and around. He’s surprised you can even lift your arm with that rock attached. When he notices it, he wants to fuck you even more than he did before, but he definitely can’t afford you.

“Actually. I wanted to pick your brains on something. You seem the kinda person who knows a good idea when she sees one.” Unlike the other idiots at this conference who’ve refused to give him the time of day. Maybe he should reconsider his pitch.

You scoff, still not looking up at him. “Honey,” you deliver in a silken, condescending tone, which he is surprised to learn makes him half-hard in his pants. “I charge for that too, and I get the feeling I’m a little beyond your budget.”

“Call it corporate social responsibility then. Supporting the students.”

“Sweetheart. I pay someone else to do that sort of thing for me.”

“Okay.” He takes it in his stride. Wants to show he isn’t fazed by you, even if he is. “Then I guess I am hitting on you. Unless that’s gonna cost me.”

You finally turn back towards him. Look him up and down again as if to remind yourself exactly what you’re dealing with. You study his cheap suit and his mop of curls and his freshly grown-out beard, and he is surprised how exhilarating he finds it to be under your scope.

Your lips curl with subtle amusement, your gaze growing downright wolfish as you survey him.

Fucking unreal.

You look like could eat him up and spit him out. Or… you could swallow, he fantasises briefly, gaze dipping down to your plush mouth.

You do like what you’re seeing, don’t you? Are intrigued by him. Finally. He encounters someone with some good sense.

“What’s it like?” he delivers with a smirk, feeling a resurgence of his familiar confidence as he successfully holds your attention.

You eyeball his fit again. “What? Tailoring?”

He bristles at your dig, but again, aims to present an unbothered exterior. “No. I mean.” His palm waves through the air. “Being a sugar baby.”

You tut at him. “Why, are you interested in a position?”

He arcs a single, thick brow. “I could be.”

“I don’t think my husband’s recruiting. Unless you want a 60-hour a week unpaid internship with zero healthcare and no dental.”

“No. I mean that…” His tie feels awfully constrictive around his neck all of a sudden. This is a bold move but… you have to speculate to accumulate, right? “…I could be yours.”

You clearly weren’t expecting that. And, as much as you try to pass-off that you’re used to jumped-up, cocky little shits like him offering to be your sugar baby, he can plainly see it throws you for a moment. Still, you compose yourself beautifully in no time at all. “I already have one man who saps my time and comes in two minutes flat. What would make you any different, honey?”

Nathan offers you a lopsided smile, opting not to contain the dark, lust-blown gaze smouldering behind his lenses. What does he have to offer, exactly, in this scenario? He purses his lips while he thinks, and then he lands on it: “I’m… hot.”

You look him up and down again, conceding - with a tilt of your head - that his argument is at least halfway compelling. “Hmm. Do you imagine, though, that I struggle for offers from hot, younger men?”

“Not in the slightest. You’re gorgeous.” And rich. “But I think you can do better.”

“Better like you? What makes you so special?” You’re having fun with this. He can tell from the glow in your eyes and the curve of your appealing mouth.

He offers you his best smoulder. It isn’t hard - there’s an easy chemistry between the two of you, he thinks. “There are things I don’t give away for free either.”

“Well,” you ask, leaning in close to him and cupping his chin firmly in your hand as you dip your painted lips towards the shell of his ear. “If I was to take you up on your very generous offer… What pretty things would you want me to buy you with the money, baby boy?”

Fuck. You smell good.

You smell edible, and his suit pants definitely fit far less well than they did when he donned them this morning. In fact, they’re getting increasingly tight around his crotch as his arousal swells for you.

With a tight swallow dipping down his neck and a rare nervous sweat dampening his shirt, he twists to gather some documents out of his backpack. You scrape your nails down his beard as he turns out of reach, and fuck, you’re doing it for him.

Then, gathering his cool, entering the domain he is expert in and is sure of, he flips to the page on costings in his business plan, sliding it across the bar to you.

He gives you a moment to study the text. The list of the equipment, personnel, marketing budgets and so on he needs to realise his rather extensive ambitions. Then, he leans in to you in return as you pore over his plan. He dips his mouth until his beard is tickling the shell of your ear.

“This would be a good start… Mommy.”

As you look back at him with a dark, lust-laden stare, looking as hungry as he feels, he wonders if he might leave this conference with some start-up funds after all.

If this comes off, then… fuck. He hopes you are as ferocious in the bedroom as it strikes him you are in other areas.

Your head is angled towards him, your lips parted in mild surprise. Your gaze briefly dips to the tenting arousal between his legs, and he doesn’t even attempt to hide it.

He has no idea where this will lead; but that’s the fun, isn’t it? Nathan is rather fond of experiments.

A hard swallow dips down your neck and you cross your legs, pressing your thighs together as you take in the substantial swell of him.

You gather a smile, and your composure. “Your business plan looks impressive, Nathan.” His name sounds good in your mouth. He wonders how his cock might feel in there too.

You hand the documents back to him, and you quickly gather up your things, slinging your stack of documents under one arm. With the other, you reach out your hand, offering it to him to shake. He obliges. “I’m certain we could come to some sort of… arrangement.” You free a business card from the holder in your tote and slip it gracefully into his top pocket.

He’s a little disappointed it isn’t your hotel room key, if he’s honest. He’d love to work on his current… problem… right away. “When would you like to… discuss things further?” he asks, as you dangle the promise in front of him.

“You’ll have to make an appointment with my PA,” you dismiss with a smirk. However, you seem keen to guarantee that he does. You’ll be fun to play with, Nathan thinks. “Will you do that for me, Nathan?”

He thinks about it. Decides it’s a no-brainer. “Yes.”

To his surprise, you then reach your hand down towards his crotch, pausing before you touch him and allowing him opportunity to protest. He doesn’t. And so, you settle your palm over the aching bulge between his legs. The warmth of you bleeds through the fabric, and Nathan struggles not to react to the pressure you apply, managing to limit himself to a ragged intake of breath. His eyes flutter shut, lashes fanning against his cheek. When he opens them again, he half expects his glasses to have steamed up.

“Yes, what?” you purr, giving him an abrupt squeeze.

“Y-yes, Mommy,” he stutters, almost choking on his words, and with that, you look very satisfied indeed.

He wagers, from the expression on your face, that you’ll definitely be motivated to seal the deal.

You sweep out and Nathan watches your ass sway in that tight pencil skirt as you go.

Fucking unreal.

#nathan bateman x reader #nathan bateman #Oscar Isaac

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serpentsillusion · 9 months ago

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|| Sex on Fire ||

Sebastian x Ominis x F!MC (Aneira)

Aneira teases both her boyfriends Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt too much to the point they've decided to beat her at her own game. She's probably going to be in BIG trouble. 🥴🤭

Word count: about 4.5k

Warnings:⚠️🔞 DIRTY SPICY! MDNI, NSFW, explicit sexual language, agressive sexual intercourse, polyamory, double penetration, choking.

And special thanks to @rhewart for helping me with Aneira's Welsh Dialect. Here is a special one shot just for you! 💚😅

(I've read this 12 times, sorry if there are punctuation or spelling mistakes)

This is my first short story on Tumblr! 😁

ENJOY!

The familiar sound of a gate descending onto the floor startled her awake. Was she really asleep on the floor this entire time? She groaned and turned over to her right side, avoiding anything that might disturb her rest.

"Wake up, darling; you're going to be late for class."

In the undercroft, a familiar voice echoed slightly to the left of her. Her eyes opened as she was trying to process the lingering voices in her head.

"Yeah, who would have guessed the night we spent together would have left you lying on the floor like Ominis?"

She turned back over and sat up, wiping the sleep from her eyes. Much to her very own surprise, there they were: Ominis Gaunt and Sebastian Sallow, both staring in her direction, waiting for a response.

"Dim Siarad," she grumbled to herself, picking her smaller, framed self off of the floor and dusting her clothing off before realizing she was being confronted by the two nimrods.

"What was that, love?" Ominis spoke softly.

"Nothing." Aneira muttered, looking around, trying to avoid his gaze.

"Do you know how difficult it is for the two of us to understand your Welsh, woman?"

Aneira shot a quick look at Sebastian, who was smiling cheekily at her. "Obviously not good enough, pretty boy." She snapped back, glaring into his eyes and then at Ominis'.

"You love, hmph. You are one wild little thing, you know that? Ominis started to cock a smile, but not before Sebastian interjected at his remark.

"Absolutely! I agree with Ominis entirely. I'm not sure about you guys, but I'm a little sore from the extensive "escapade" we got ourselves into last night."

Sebastian's eyes were slow to retract back to his young girlfriend, Aneira, who was standing there casually with a sinister smile starting at her mouth.

"Surprised me entirely that our girlfriend could single-handedly handle not one but two men last night? But, you are right, Sebastian. I could use a nice message right about now... Gods, sex on a solid concrete floor doesn't hold very well the next morning." Ominis says, bending his back and rubbing his neck.

Aneira scoffed at the very thought of both of them still being unable to keep up with her antics. She waited months to finally have sex with them both, especially since Ominis was the youngest of the group. She waited until his 18th birthday recently before presenting herself to him naked one night alone. Sebastian was shockingly okay with it. Ominis was his best friend, so why would she choose anyone else? He was not jealous in the slightest. In fact, he thought it was incredibly hot to see her fucking his best friend. It really turned him on.

"Hey! You both challenged me and, without warning, simultaneously cornered me. The next thing I knew, my clothes were coming off." "Oh, whatever shall a poor woman do?" She said, giggling. "You both deserved exactly what you got."

Sebastian and Ominis both glanced at each other and started to laugh. "Rightfully so, love. It's just surprising that you had both of us at the same time; I'm impressed." Sebastian said, looking at Aneira lovingly. "Are you not in pain?" He asked.

"No, actually, I'm completely fine. I can handle the both of you anyway; I already do." She smarted off, still with that smile on her lips. "I love a good challenge, and you two already know that."

"And that is precisely why we love you, dear. Lucky for Sebastian and me, one of us didn't have to wait for you this time. I'm actually glad I agreed to this relationship with the two of you." Ominis added. "It was your idea, to be honest, Aneira, and I couldn't be happier about it."

"Yeah, and not to mention the other worldly sex!" Sebastian said, smiling brightly, "God, you really are an amazing little goddess, aren't you?"

"I may be." She said it cockily.

"Sebastian... How much time do we have left before our next class?" Ominis asked curiously.

Sebastian pulled his pocket watch out of his robe to look at the intricate hands on the face of his heirloom watch.

"approximately 32 minutes."

****

Aneira tousled with her beautiful jet black hair, pulling pieces together quickly before the boy's eyes and wrapping pieces around her fingers to form an elegantly twisted bun.

"How sore are you boys again?" She asked, not making eye contact.

"Uhm." Sebastian looked over at Ominis for a moment before looking back at Aneira quickly.

"Why?"

Before Ominis himself could answer, Aneira pulled her black twisted wand with the white marbled handle out of her robe sleeve and quickly conjured a very large and comfortable couch behind the two boys, practically throwing Ominis down first with her right hand and almost immediately shoving Sebastian down next with the other. Both of their eyes widened, and Sebastian said with a laugh, "What do you think you're doing?" Ominis added, "Are you mad? We're going to be up late for class!" There was an obvious smile on his face as well.

“No we won’t, I just want to cwtch my two favourite boys." Aneira boldly states in her thick Welsh accent. "I can be finished with you both in 15 minutes." Sebastian and Ominis smiled. They sometimes had a difficult time trying to decipher her Celtic words; however, both of them knew what a cwtch was. The look on her face was quite seductive now, and her tone told Ominis what her true intent was. Sebastian already had an idea of what was going to transpire soon. "Shit." He says this, running his hand through his warm brown hair.

Aneira starts to undo the buttons on her blouse, looking at both Ominis and Sebastian with ill intent on her mind. She starts moving her tie off and discarding her green vest on the floor before saying sternly:

"I want to see you two with your tongues down each other's throats." She sharply looks at Sebastian and Ominis, eyes scanning half lidded.

"No problem at all sweetheart." Sebastian states, going for Ominis' neck.

Sebastian grabs the side of Ominis' face before slowly placing needy kisses along the nape of his neck, eliciting a blush and small giggle from Ominis.

"You're just as bad as she is, you moon mind." Ominis states, laying his head back slightly as he is being taken over slowly by his sultry brunette freckled boyfriend.

"You two are so hot to watch kiss." Aneira says smiling, still slightly toying with the buttons on her blouse.

Sebastian moving his way up to Ominis' mouth, kissing his mouth and starting at his bottom lip. They move together fluidly, in expertise, before Sebastian very skillfully and agressively slips his tongue into Ominis mouth.

"HMPH!" Ominis mutters, attempting to smile through the quickly agressing affection his boyfriend is displaying before Aneria's eyes.

"Good boys." She says. Sultry eyes watching her prey.

Then at once Aneria grabs Sebastian by the shoulders, moving him backwards and laying him completely on the couch and climbing on top of him, laying firm and slightly aggressive kisses on the side of his freckled face, moving down somewhat quickly, making sure he could feel her teeth gently moving along the crook of his neck and down his throat, her hands reaching for his belt to undo.

"Stay right there, Ominis." She demanded.

"Yes ma'am!" He saluted her, smiling. His hands retracting to the inner parts of his thighs, he listened intently to what was going on with his surroundings.

Sebastian lets out a single chuckle before saying excitedly, "Ominis, my friend, I hope you're ready for more practice, because she is a relentless beast." His words are muffled by Aneira sharply grabbing his chin to turn his mouth to hers, expertly shoving her tongue down his throat while her other hand flawlessly undoes the buttons on her own trousers. Sebastian breathes out shallowly, trying to catch his breath while growling excitedly.

***

After a few moments of a steamy little make-out session, Aneira straightens herself up, pulling herself away from her smoldering brunette boyfriend and taking her thumb up to her mouth to wipe her bottom lip from the exchange of saliva coating her. Her eyes are gleaming and almost back in nature before slightly coming down from her animalistic adrenaline high just for a moment to speak to her other lover.

"My dear Babi Bach, would you be so kind as to help me remove the rest of these bothersome linens from my body? My sweet, my annwyl aur." Her accent was rolling off her lips like sweet, honey wine.

"Music to my ears, darling." Ominis says softly, moving his hands up the opposite of hers to remove her blouse. His hands start to come across her chest as he unbuttons the rest of her top, pulling it off of her until she is left with only her sheer black lace bra. Ominis is not shy about his hands exploring her breasts as Sebastian still lays, watching his girlfriend being fondled with by her other boyfriend, his best friend, and sometimes his experimenting partner.

Sebastian's hands attempt to help Aneira undo her zipper, pawing at the metal piece. Ominis adjusts himself off of the couch, grabbing her shoulders to lay her down so she is on her back this time, just for a moment so Sebastian can move himself off the couch as well so he could finish removing her pants for both his and Ominis' pleasure. He only grabs the fabric of her trousers, taking them off slowly but in one fell swoop. Her panties matched the sheer lace bra that was also quickly going to be removed and flung across the undercroft. Ominis takes out his wand, very quickly transfiguring the couch into a much larger bed for their comfort.

"Putting a silencing spell on the undercroft was one of the best ideas I've ever had." He says, his face blushing red from the building adrenaline in his body. Ominis attempts to undo his trousers himself, but Aneira quickly intervenes, laughing softly in a coy manner.

"No, sir," she adds.

Aneira moves her mouth over the button on Ominis' pants, moving her teeth gently and covertly flicking her tongue around to undo it with her mouth, using her teeth to move the zipper down while her hands gently grip his hips, but then suddenly gripping firm as she uses them to manipulate his lower body around to help her maneuver her trick.

As this is going on, it seems that Sebastian has already removed most of his clothing by himself in eagerness. Slowly starting to stroke himself by the sight of Aneira and the way her body is arching in the dancing fire-lit lighting.

When Aneira is quickly finished removing Ominis' lower half, still in his underwear, he works to undo the top portion of his body, discarding his clothing quickly into a pile at his feet and kicking them away until he is left bare naked, simulating the same technique as Sebastian. She starts to paint little kisses and bite marks over Ominis' chest and neck. Sebastian removes his vest coat and undershirt until he is also bare. He watches Aneira as she is about to work her mouth on the dirty blonde throbbing cock in front of her face. A larger hand behind her quickly grasps her throat and quickly pulls her back, a veiny grip starting to tighten a little bit around the front of her neck.

"Sebastian!" She chokes, slightly growling and gritting her teeth. "Mhmmhmhm." She breathes out of her nose, her eyes darkening again and becoming narrow as she is trying to analyze the situation about to unfold.

"Not so fast, our little Vixen; you don't get to make the rules this time." His hands are gripping slightly tighter as he whispers in her ear. "You'll be good for both of us now, won't you?"

Aneira's face starts to turn hot and red as she is being held tight by her throat, and Sebastian's other hand and arm wrap tightly around her abdomen, firmly holding her in place to keep her from moving around. She lets out a muffled laugh, knowing fully well that she will allow these two men to do whatever it is that they want to her because she knows that they understand that this behavior is always consented to in this manner. They are in a relationship, after all, and they've been more than communicative about these things.

"Ominis, take her underwear off. I want to see how wet she is for the both of us." Sebastian states assertively.

"Gladly," Ominis says, quickly obliging to the request.

Quickly, he slips his two fingers around the fragile fabric and jerks his wrist back quickly and forcefully, ripping the delicate framing off of her small frame. Ominis then almost immediately slips his two fingers inside of her perfectly tight and petite vagina. Aneira lets out a built-up whimper as Sebastian continues to hold her tightly, keeping her from moving a single inch.

"That's it; who's a good girl? You like that, don't you?" He says he is watching Ominis harshly invading her, already pounding her relentlessly with his fingers. Aneira starts to build up her whines. She was huffing slightly at the overwhelming feeling of being pleasured and restrained at the same time. Ominis continues to work at her for a few moments.

****

Ominis bends his fingers slightly to form a hook-like shape that almost sends her into another dimension as he stimulates her internal g-spot with his fingers. Her eyes were watering from the overwhelming feeling of ecstasy flowing through her entire body. Ominis slows slightly to move this thumb upwards, stimulating her sensitive nerve above his other fingers, and continues with his original pace.

Aneira shutters, her legs shaking slightly. Her breathing is increasing as she starts to quiver on top of Sebastian, and just as she is about to yell out, Sebastian quickly realizes it and covers her mouth with muffled cries.

She attempts to cry out as she climaxes, but Sebastian is muffling her mouth firmly. She is almost convulsing at this point, a hot surge of an adrenaline burst coursing through her body. She repeatedly starts whining, breathing faster and faster through her nose, huffing about, letting both of the men know she is cumming and is currently experiencing an intense orgasm. She bucks her hips a little bit upwards as much as she can, and a spurting wet-like sound can be heard by both Sebastian and Ominis.

"Yeahhhh, you're a good girl. You like being fingered, don't you?" Sebastian says this in her left ear as he starts to bite at her lobe with gentle teeth, flicking his tongue about to tease her. Aneira nods in agreement, humming sweet noises that please both males in her presence.

"Sebastian, she's dripping down herself already; it's everywhere. I can feel it." Ominis says, listening to her breathing slow and feeling her pelvis move about, matching his movements almost perfectly.

"I know; I can feel it all over me." Sebastian says. His hard cock was becoming increasingly harder and stiffer, as if her ass lying on it was going to snap it in half.

"Hang on a moment."

Sebastian uses his hips to adjust her upwards slightly so he can free himself from the pressure of her, but as he grips himself, he moves the tip of his cock around the front of her, slipping it in the front of her soaking wet cunt, teasing her with it, and making sure that he is good and lubricated fully before moving his cock back a little bit, lifting her, and positioning himself at her rear. He moves his hips up into her and enters her backside, pushing his girthy length into her slowly so he doesn't hurt her until he is fully in as deep as he can possibly go.

They both let out a breathy moan, and she whines again at the sudden fullness she is experiencing. She is very tight, and Sebastian can definitely feel it. He lets out another breathy moan, feeling her around him so tightly, like she was going to snap him in two. Sebastian lets her adjust to him inside her rear end before he decides to move his hips to start thrusting himself into her. Ominis isn't far behind, following Sebastian at her other entrance.

"Are you alright, my dear?" He asks Aneira. She nods her head, yes, so they can continue. "Mhmm," she says, muffled.

"Okay, Ominis, you can go in now." Sebastian verbalizes with his friend looking down at him and watching.

Ominis places his tip directly at the entrance of her still-incredibly-wet vagina, slightly teasing her before he himself also makes sure that he is properly wet before doing the same thing. Ominis takes his free hand and bends over slightly, positioning himself to face her and placing his left hand on the mattress to support himself. He can feel her breath on the right side of his face, and he adjusts his hips until he is also positioned correctly, ready to enter her. First feeling the tip of his head enter her, he slowly pushes himself completely inside her, also going as deep as he possibly can.

She is impossibly tight there as well, and Ominis is visibly shaking slightly from his nerves, almost like every time is the first time for him with her, and her tightness makes it hard for him to consent to not completely cumming inside her already. Aneira's eyes are wet as she blinks repeatedly, processing the double intrusion that is both her lover's hard, girth, thick, and lengthy cocks inside her. Sure, she has been sexually intimate with both of them multiple times, both rough and sensual at separate times, but never at the same time until the night before this. She starts whining breathy whines as both men work in sync with each other slowly now, almost like they've done this before, but they haven't. Not with anyone else but her. She lets out small whimpers again that turn into whines.

"Sssshhhhh." Sebastian asks her, "How does that feel, love? How does it feel to be taking us both at the same time? Filling you up completely like we were going to rip you in two." He grunts, thrusting inside of her. Sebastian then starts to bite down on the sensitive muscle between her shoulder and neck. His arm back gripped more and more tightly around her waist. Both of them begin to get slightly rougher and harder with her, having their own obligations to pleasure her and themselves in her two incredibly tight holes. She nods quickly in agreement, still muffled moans coming from her mouth, still covered by Sebastian's larger hand. Her eyes start to flutter in the back of her head. Her adrenaline is showing in the tears that are running down her cheeks. She shudders at the feeling of stimulation.

"We're not hurting you, are we, darling?" Sebastian asks, almost wondering if they are actually hurting her. He removes his hand from her mouth to only have both men be met with a very loud and needy "FFUuCK NNOOO!! AHh! FUCK! This feels so good!" With that, Sebastian and Ominis both smiled widely, proud of themselves at that moment. The outburst was almost driving them both mad. Both men almost act instinctually, stimulated by the outburst.

"Fuck, you are so fucking tight, I feel like I'm going to break you!" Ominis lets out, moaning and grunting, dropping his head slightly and screwing his eyes shut by the intensity of the feeling of her coiled around him.

"She is so fucking tight, Ominis, and she is doing so well, fucking us. This is fucking intense. F-Fuck! You're doing so well, Aneira." Sebastian grunts loudly, trying to control his urge to cum inside her already as well.

Aneira continues to throw her head back, reacting rather vocally and vulgarly to the intense fucking. Both Sebastian and Ominis are getting harder, faster, and rougher with her. Almost to the point where, physically, they are wondering if she is going to pass out and end up in St. Mungos, and they have to lie about why she's there. She is animalistic, almost feral at this point, acting like she wants to be savagely fucked hard, and they both are very well to agree and oblige. What is a ragdoll at this point? Both boys have things in their lives to be frustrated about, and Aneira is happy to be the one they vent their frustrations to. Whether verbally or sexually.

****

Ominis, Sebastian, and Aneira are all three letting out hums, grunts, moans, and mismatched breathing patterns as all three are working in unison to please themselves. After a few more intense strokes from both men, Aneira can feel herself on the verge of a second climax. The men both worked themselves to the point of sweat beads forming around their faces. Fuck! I'm going to cum! She blurts out, positioning herself to make herself steady.

"Oh yeah? Is that right, Angel?" Ominis asks inquisitively, moving his hand down once more to stimulate the poor girl and rubbing his fingers aggressively over her nerve. "Right here? Does that feel good?"

YES! HOLY SHIT! FfuuckK!

She can feel herself filling with hot heat; it washes over her, entirely feeling millions of tiny electrical pulses flowing through her.

FUCK GUYS!

DON'T STOP!

DON'T STOP!!

ARGH!

FUCK!

FUCK!!

FUCK!!!

I'M GONNA CUM!

I'M GONNA CUM!!

"Fuck, I'm going to come too!!" Ominis blurts, throwing his head back.

He takes his hands away from her clitoral area and places them on her hips for leverage. Sebastian catches quickly, moving his hand up to take the place of where Ominis' was. He quickly changed the direction of his fingers to stimulate her in a different way, moving counter-clockwise instead of clockwise, like his friend not even seconds ago.

OHh, MYY FfUuCcKk! Aneira yells. FUCCCK ME! Her body begins to convulse, and her legs begin to shake as she cums HARD. It is possibly the hardest she has ever done, even between the two of them separately. She finds herself spilling everywhere. All over the front of Ominis and down onto Sebastian's stomach from the angle she was in. Ominis follows directly behind her, pulling out of her quickly to spill out all over the front of her breasts and slightly on her face. Fucking HELL! He quivers as he strokes himself off onto her bare, naked chest, barely containing himself from falling over slightly, catching himself by placing his hand on her thigh.

"That's so fucking hot, Aneira, watching you get coated with cum all over you." "You're so fucking hot." Sebastian calls out. He shudders a little bit. Moaning and grunting, he continues thrusting inside her, lifting her up slightly as he watches her legs spread wider and then close around him, stiffening her grip on him.

"Holy fucking Merlin!" He sharply states

Sebastian continues to fuck her, letting her continue to ride out her orgasm, still rolling out of her, as she's still moaning from Sebastian's continuance. With Ominis coming down from his high and trying to regain his breathing, Sebastian, in one quick movement, flips her over onto her back, lifting her legs up over her and bending them over her head so he can release himself inside her. He aggressively re-enters her. Continuing his anal penetration with her.

Aneira screams at the sudden deep penetration, and Ominis continues listening as he cleans himself off and tries to get himself looking presentable, searching for his clothes that are strewn about all over the undercroft. He bent over to put his hands on his knees to breathe and catch his breath.

"Fuck the shit out of her, Sebastian." He says it supportively, clapping his hands together as he speaks.

"Oh, ugh, I plan on it!" He says, breathing heavily, watching her contort to his bending and fucking. Aneira is breathing faster and faster, almost as if she's going to pass out from the sudden burst of energy he has. "You're not going to be able to sit down for weeks after all of this is over, Aneira."

Sebastian adjusts slightly, moving his arm back over her to put his hand around her throat again. Applying just enough pressure causes her to see galaxies from the euphoria.

She starts pulling down and gripping the blankets underneath her, which are entirely ruined at this point. "FUCK ME, SEB! MMh.. FUCK. ME!!" She cries, looking up at Sebastian and watching him fuck her roughly. Sebastian gazes into her eyes for a moment before bending over to adjust her and kissing her passionately on her lips. He pulls away just slightly to speak to her through their kissing. "You're so fucking beautiful, my love." Aneira moves her hands to grip his face and kiss him more.

For just a split second, Sebastian pulls away again. "I'm going to cum. I'm going to fucking cum, fuck." Without warning, Sebastian quickly moves his hips into a position that allows him to cum deep. Aneira lets out a sharp hiss as the depths deepen but is met immediately with a quaking, faltering moan from Sebastian. He throws his head back, and his eyes flutter a little bit before she can feel everything warm inside her. It was a lot, she wasn't going to lie, more than he normally does.

Sebastian and Aneira stay motionless for a second, trying to catch their bearings. Both of them took a few deep breaths. Sebastian slowly removes himself from her and helps her legs relax down, taking the stress off of her back.

"Ow, ow, owww." She hisses.

"Oops, sorry, darling."

Sebastian laughs to himself, "So are you sure you're not sore now?" He says this, giving her a cheeky little smile before kissing her once more and moving off of the bed.

"I wouldn't be if you hadn't just folded me like a pretzel, Sebastian. BUT fuck me, you two, that was fantastical! Oh, my gods!" She says she is trying to breathe. Her face was still heated and slightly red from the absolute thrashing she just had.

"Well, I just did fuck you. In...your... butt." Sebastian says quickly, flashing her a cocky ass smile before trying to evade the pillow she expertly throws at his head.

"Fucking.. Anging!" Aneira says it again in her thick Welsh accent.

"I have no idea what that means, but I love getting you worked up!!" Sebastian teases her and laughs before walking over to Ominis on the other side of the bed.

"Did you cum in her?" Ominis says with a coy smile starting on his mouth.

"Yeah, always; you know that." Seb raises his eyebrow and laughs, "Well, we ought to get ready. Class starts in..8 minutes!"

"Aneira, Come here, darling, we'll get you cleaned up." Ominis requests lovingly.

"Hmm ?" She replies, straightening her hair again. "Oh, it's okay, I got it." She already had her wand out and pointed at herself when Ominis asked to have them assist her, still trying to catch her breath.

"Oh, by the way, that wasn't just a quick cuddle either, you liar." Ominis stated quickly, smiling.

"I know...haha, but it was quite a lot of fun, was it not?" Aneira smiled at them and said, "I love being around the two of you."

Sebastian added, kissing her on the temple, "And we love being around you, you feisty little beast."

Ominis grabs her left hand and brings it to his lips to kiss her fingers, stroking them with his thumb. "We love you, Aneira."

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian x mc #sebastian sallow #sebastian x reader #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy ominis #hogwarts legacy x reader #sebastian x ominis #ominis x reader #hogwarts fanfiction #hogwarts smut #hogwarts oc #hogwarts legacy smut #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian fluff #sebastian sallow x ominis gaunt #polyamory

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thestrongestjewel · 4 months ago

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Thoughts on the Project Spacetime Outertale fangame? I thought it was alright for the most part (except the parts when it completely misunderstands Undertale and butchers the lore :/ )

ok first off damn that sounds lowkey passive agressive-

but to answer your question I might as well go on a full rant!

I have a lot of thoughts about it, I havent shared a bunch because I haven't finished it and im not sure if I will! it feels unfair to critizise something If i havent finished seeing all of it, but there are many things that bug me about it!

before I get into that, I do wanna say that I am enjoying it a lot, i think the music is nice and it fits the vibes perfectly, the sprites are neat and the designs of the characters are super cute and I actually really like the added lore I think its vry interesting :DD

outertale is an au that I enjoy a lot as a concept and I think it has a lot of potential for a full fangame, and seeing ps!ot coming out is rlly cool :D

but like I said I do have some issues with it,,, most of them are personal and again, I have yet to finish the game

BUT

I think the way some of the dialogue is written, specially at the start(it gets better near the end of starton imo!) just feels very robotic and like its taking too much from the og game? but like i said, it gets better so it didnt really bothered me that much

I dont wanna get into spoiler territory too much, but if u wanna skip to my next point go ahead just dont read what is higlighted in blue!

there's a mechanic that makes you gain lv by being mean to monsters in acts, this is something i was not aware of and just realized because i had gone from lv 0 to lv 1, I think I accidentally fucked up my pacifist run?? Im not sure but it feels kinda odd that that's not something you would get warned about!

idk what it is about the way the areas where designed but I get lost really easily and they're kinda hard to navigate?? or maybe thats just me, thats more of a personal thing!!

anyway thats the end of my rant

idk i will try finishing the game

#rant #ps!outertale #i should probably finish the game actually #i will go do that rn

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thekingofwinterblog · 5 months ago

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So one small moment that's often glossed over, in large part due to translators not really getting the signifigance, is Endeavor calling All Might an "american"(this translation went with american man, which isnt entierly well translated, but gets the point across) in a very negative manner.

In Japan's more conservative and traditional culture, there an undercurrent of xenophobia against the west and america, in particular amongst more diehard nationalists, in large part due to the american occupation.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the spectrum, one of Japan's greatest strengths is it's cultural ability to absorb the most effective parts of those who are stronger than them, and in turn make themselves much more powerful in the process, as they did after being forced to open themselves up to the west during the age of colonialism, rebuilding themselves completely as a society as they industrialized, going through the most impressive leap from feudal to modern in human history, as well as them again reinventing themselves after WW2, absorbing all the best and strongest elements of the USA into themselves post war as they rebuilt their nation.

Within the context of this, All Might represents the better part of Japan's interactions with the outside world, being the man who went west to learn as much as he possibly could in america and the west, before returning to his homeland with that knowledge and experience to bring about an age of peace and prosperity.

Meanwhile, Endeavor is the opposite, he's a traditionalist, who is both envious of All Might because of his strength and success, but also looks down on him for associating with the outside world, with the clear implication that He, All Might, is no longer a true Japanese man, despite being both born in, and being ethically japanese.

It's also a cultural insult that is WAY worse within Japanese culture than what i make it sound like here, as it's a nation that is VERY proud of it's culture and ancient history.

that has good and negative sides, but Endeavor at the start of his part in the story represents all of the worst ones.

However, he is also a hypocrite in this regard.

In many aspects, Endeavor is about as traditionalist as you can come, his home is a very old school japanese home, his family always eats in the tradtional manner, compared to most households, like the midoriya's

However, despite his trappings of Japanese culture, Endeavor is just as much a departure from the "ideal" of a japnese man as All Might is.

amongst the traditional ideal of japanese culture is stoicism, eternal calmness, an understanding of mutual respect to those around you or at least an aversion to confrontation, cooperation, and keeping yourself always looking respectable and proper in public, amongst many other things.

He's highly agressive, prone to extreme vocal outbursts when his emotions run high.

never bothers keeping his beard in a presentable condition by either shaving, trimming or styling it, and hides this laziness with his fire beard.

In addition to his agressiveness, he refuses to even pretend to uphold japan's unspoken rules about avoiding conflict, and is terrible at cooperating with anyone who is not explicitly underneath him as a subordinate.

In other words, he is a massive hypocrite, as he judges all might for having abandoned Japanese traditional values, while not even attempting to uphold or live by them himself.

in contrast, All Might, despite his bombastic nature, and american iconography embodies a lot of Japanese values in a way Endeavor does not.

He makes great personal sacrifices for the sake of the greater community, taking pain, not upon his family, but his own back for the greater good. He undertands, and lives out his role in society to the fullest. He is a very friendly person who truly does embody Japan's value of respecting those around him and treating them with dignity and respect, and is great at cooperation with others.

And while his style is very bombastic, rather than subdued, All Might allways takes care to look his very best, unlike Enji, who hides his shabby beard with fire, all might always takes pains to look immaculate, proffessional and with hair, face and smile perfect, because he actually understands the value that keeping yourself looking well maintained and respectable has on those around you.

When he has to humble himself, he does so in the most japanese Manner possible, to truly show his commitment, not being to proud or too vain to do so.

In short, All Might presents himself as very American, while at the same time embodying the best parts of Japanese Culture, while Endeavor presents himself as a traditionalist who does not even pretend to fit into the culture he proclaims himself to be a part of.

#my hero academia #enji todoroki #endeavour #endeavor #all might #yagi toshinori #meta #japanese culture #american culture

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mask131 · 6 months ago

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You know what? I will actually make my post about this problem (and even talk about some misogynistic implications! yeepee!)

It all started with the recent depiction of Hestia in the show "Blood of Zeus". Now... I did not watch the second season of Blood of Zeus, because the first season already gave me enough reasons to dislike the show and rank it among the bad depictions of Greek mythology. But I couldn't escape the massive success and presence of season 2 on Youtube, so I did watch some of the scenes of "Hestia doing battled" and throwing fire-balls and fire-tornadoes at people.

I do not take offense to that. Why? Because this fits the show's aesthetic and goal. As much as I dislike this, the show is about doing huge battles and being an action-piece filled with gore, taking cues from things like God of War, and depicting the gods as violent and destructive and warriors always fighting and killing people. So having Hestia weaponize her fire was expected from this show - I would have been surprised she didn't do it.

HOWEVER! What I take offense to is how people reacted to this. I saw the flood of comments which were basically "Yas girl, show them queen, burn them to a crisp, show you're the oldest and most powerful!". Some even said "This is the best depiction of Hestia alongside Riordan's". And to THAT I take offense. Now I know there is a symbolic plotline about Hestia protecting the omphalos, and honestly this sounds cool and good, but I am not speaking about it. I am speaking about Hestia you know, fighting monsters and demons by unleashing winds and waves of fire on them.

This isn't what the Greek goddess Hestia is about. She is not a fighter, she is not a warrior, she is not a power of destruction or war, she literaly is the most passive and peaceful entity you can find in Greek mythology. And in this light, Riordan's depiction of Hestia in his novel "The Last Olympian" is far superior because Riordan gets what makes Hestia who she is, and he prepares the story to show her in the role she fulfills: a woman sitting by a fire, welcoming people, feeding them, talking to them, guarding and staying awake and behind, and just... keeping the last fort, so to speak. And by doing so proving herself immensely cool and powerful and important. (That's another tip for writers out there: if you are confronted with a conflict of character versus plot... you know you are supposed to sometimes tailor the plot specifically to allow the character to shine as they were intended to be, and you are not forced to modify a character to fit your plot? Don't want to depict Hestia as a warrior deity because she was not that? Simple: don't show her being directly in battle or in need of defending herself. Write about something else instead).

I will admit that my teenage-self would have loved to see Hestia throwing fireballs - because that's the edgy stuff teenagers love (and I guess this is why "Blood of Zeus" works so much, it was literaly designed for your edgy teens). But I am an adult now and I know better. And I have also enough experience to see that people wishing and craving for a fireball-throwing Hestia is symptomatic of something much wider.

This wider thing being: modern audiences have a very hard time understanding that you can have immensely powerful characters who are mighty without being violent, agressive and hostile. I will be biased because events in my life and the real world are revealing we are living in an hyper-violent time, but this indeed led me to think about this topic.

Hestia is a manifestation of this idea that "might and importance does not mean violence". But there are many, many others, and to take a similar example I will dig up a Tolkien example I adore. Melian, from the Silmarillion. People got into a whole drama when "The Rings of Power" was released because of Galadriel's depiction, and I am NOT getting into that. But Melian and Morgoth's fight is linked, because it was Tolkien's precursor to Galadriel's battle against Sauron. So, what about Melian? She is a demigoddess among mortals, a divine spirit more powerful than the magic users we are knowing in the Tolkien universe (more powerful than Gandalf or Saruman), and one of the main ennemies of Morgoth himself, the OG Dark Lord and the baddest of the big bads. She is one of the mightiest entities to have walked Middle-Earth outside of the Valar themselves, and how does it manifests itself?

By the Girdle of Melian. A magical protection of her land. But does this magic wall manifests as spikes of fire? Are trespassers killing by a thunderbolt? Not at all. You can't even see the Girdle. Melian's magic simply... protects her land, and shields it from the eyes of evil. It makes intruders confused and lost and it leads them astray, without actually harming them. And Melian repels all the evil spells and dark curses and malevolent forces. And that's it. Simple, invisible, passive - and yet one of the most powerful enchantments and impressive feats of magic of Middle-Earth, able to keep Morgoth himself at bay.

This later would earn Tolkien's writing some criticism, as Tolkien was very fond of this idea of "passive power" for women (outside of his two famous "active" women, Eowyn and Luthien), and it fed into the unfortunate fantasy stereotype of "women are passive, men are active" (itself a manifestation of the underlyng misogyny among 20th century fantasy literature as a whole). But this is a good manifestation of how Tolkien imitated and took inspiration from old mythologies and legends - where this idea of "passive power" was VERY prevalent and important.

Hestia and Melian are just two examples I took out of my hat, but there are many many more, and they all rely in one principle: you have great and mighty powers that make some characters (or places, or items) dreaded by villains and beloved by the good people ; you have these forces that repel all evil and that are to be considered sacred and to be protected ; you have these ancient and immensely powerful entities that outrank everybody... and yet who never lift a hand against someone else, and who don't unleash floods or storms onto people, and who never even threatened to harm anybody. Because their very power relies on other principles, because they are a form of sacred power in what it has of... essential I'll say. This specific motif is VERY prevalent among Christian legends (at least European Catholic flavors) because it was heavily used when depicting saints and angels. One of the recurring motif of hagiography (the life of the saints and the legends surrounding them) is how the saint does not threaten those that wish to put them to death, never lift a finger against those that try to harm them - but by the very power of their sacredness, love/wisdom/goodness, weapons break against them or cannot reach them, and those that wish to destroy them are rendered powerless. In a wider scope it is also reflected in other Christian-derived myths like the vampire myth: before people decided to "visualize" the vampire's weakness to sacredness by having crosses or churches burn the vampire alive, it was just... the vampire literaly couldn't enter the church, and just fled away, like some mental compulsion, before the cross.

It is a concept and idea of the "sacred" and of the "sacred power" (so to speak) that existed since the Ancient Greeks to modern Catholics, and that heavily fueled and fed our fiction from old fairytales to modern fantasy novels. And it is something that is being completely lost as today power means: fighting, hitting, beating up, unleashing storms and chaos, and threatening to break every single finger of the people who are angry at you. It is even more annoying because we are not speaking about real life here. We are talking about MAGIC and about FANTASY and so EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE.

And I promised you more misogyny well here it is... I noticed something recently and that might be just me extrapoling things, but while this whole "passive power" idea has been heavily criticized for female characters (in a very right way, as one cannot deny passive women in fantasy was indeed a big problem) and is now fully rejected, I can't help but notice that when it comes to male characters suddenly it is praised and glorified, especially as how it depicts men "not being violents for once". And... I can't help but think, cynical little mind that I am, that maybe by trying to flee one form of misogyny we enter another one, because the implicit of "passive power" being good for men but laughable for women, is that... women need to be active and violent and brutalizing to prove themselves, while men do not have to. The sort of inherent sacredness and respect people once gave to women has now passed onto men - because men do not need to "prove" they're strong anymore, everybody is supposed to know this - while women, if they try to just be a power in themselves and by themselves, get ridiculed because "If someone comes with a mace, they won't be able to defend themselves". Almost as if people can't take seriously anymore the idea that you just have women so powerful they don't even need to fight to defeat you.

I don't know, here I am truly rambling around, and this is a Charybdis and Scylla scenario because you literaly have problems whether you depict women as active or passive, since both sides are hated by different people and both bear their inherent biases and stereotypes.

But conclusion: I wish when it comes to power and magic and gods we had more depictions of passive and non-violent forces. I am tired enough of the violence in the real-world I don't need even more added onto my screen in an unecessary way. If I want to see a goddess burn everything to the ground, I go look for Pele, or Sekhmet. I don't look for Hestia.

#hestia #blood of zeus #melian #fantasy tropes #mythology #random talk #power #magic #passive power #violence #fiction #catholicism #sacredness #hyperviolence

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moonswolfie · 1 year ago

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True love's kiss

Kenma x gn!reader

i was actually debating between this idea and a "take your kid to work day" idea where kenma would take the kid to the company and hyjinx ensue but i ended up going with this one, might still use this idea for a different character tho

the next part won't have just a daughter i promise i just really love imagining the characters with a daughter (；′⌒`)

"Wait. Where's daddy?" Koyuki's hand stopped as she was about to take a spoonful of breakfast into her mouth. You looked over.

"Daddy's gone for work. He went early today." you gently explained to her, patting her head. You already knew what was coming, so you mentally prepared yourself.

"B-But.. I didn't even say bye to him!" Koyuki started tearing up, shaking slightly. She always gets really sad when she doesn't get to see Kenma off for work.

"It's okay. He'll come back home later and you'll say hi to him instead of bye. Isn't that better?" you tried reasoning with her.

"But he promised to play with me!" Koyuki was now full on bawling, rubbing her little fists against her eyes. She really regretted being stubborn and staying in bed when Kenma came to wake her up.

"Now, now. Daddy is a busy man. He wouldn't have been able to play with you for long in the morning. Isn't it better if he plays with you after kindergarten? He'll have lots more time then." you started gently brushing your fingers through Koyuki's hair, because you know she finds it calming.

"No! It's too long! I want him to come back now!" Koyuki started pushing your hands away from her hair.

"He can't. His work is very important, because he earns money this way." you calmly explained why that would be impossible to her.

"But I'm not?!" she seemed intent on causing you a headache at 7 in the morning with her wailing. But that's just how it is with children sometimes.

"Koyuki, we have to go to kindergarten. Let's continue eating." you picked up her spoon, gently taking the food close to her face. Despite her tantrum, she decided to keep eating. Guess hunger overcomes anger. You smiled, patting her head once again, and she pushed your hand away.

She was really stubborn and uncooperative for the rest of the morning too, making you two late for kindergarten. You apologised to the employees, explaining what happened and they didn't seem mad about it, which was good.

All that you could do now was hope that Kenma will come home with enough will to play with Koyuki.

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"Is daddy home yet?" Koyuki asked for the hundreth time while you were cleaning the kitchen counter. "He will be home soon."

"You said that like a hundred times already!" She yelled back from the living room.

"Well, I don't know what else to tell you. You asking when he comes home won't make him come home faster." You put away the washrag, rinsing your hands in the sink.

Koyuki didn't yell anything back, meaning you won. For atleast another five minutes, that is.

Just then, you heard the sound of Kenma's car pulling up in the driveway. Right after, you heard the sound of Koyuki's little feet running to reach the front door as soon as possible.

You followed after her, wanting to see your daughter hug your husband. It was a sweet, domestic sight you couldn't get enough of.

"DADDY!!!" Koyuki practically jumped Kenma as soon as he opened the door, clinging onto his suit as if he returned after 8 years instead of 8 hours.

"I'm home." He greeted the two of you, patting Koyuki's head. She made cute little happy noises and you couldn't help but be a little jealous of Kenma.

"Welcome home. A little birdie told me you promised Koyuki that you would play with her today." You gently reminded Kenma, although a bit passive-agressively. You shouldn't be mad at Kenma, but it IS sort of his fault that Koyuki was insufferable today.

"I did." Kenma looked at you apologetically. Seems he realised what happened. "Sorry."

"It's fine. Kids are just like that sometimes." You assured him, Koyuki looking between you two curiously, not understanding your conversation at all.

"Let's go daddy! Come on!" Koyuki was pulling on Kenma's hand, though that didn't make him budge at all.

"Yes, let's go." He let himself be lead to her room.

Normally, you would be a little sad about not getting a welcome home kiss from Kenma but you suppose getting Koyuki out of your hair makes up for it.

Some time has passed now, and your phone buzzes with a notification. It's a text from Kenma which simply reads "Help. Save me."

You giggle to yourself at this, and go to Koyuki's room to rescue your poor husband. You can't help but wonder what she's done to him.

When you enter the room, you find a proud Koyuki admiring her work.

The work being Kenma dressed as a princess, laying down on the ground with closed eyes.

"Look, it's princess daddy! Wait... daddy, what's your name again? Princess daddy sounds weird." She pointed to Kenma when she noticed you at the doorway, Kenma jumping up into a sitting position.

You were trying your damn hardest to hold back your laughter.

"Don't." he warned, before looking over to Koyuki. "My name is Kenma." Koyuki's eyes lit up as she reintroduced you to Princess Kenma.

"Wow, she sure is a pretty princess." You complimented with a cheeky grin, closing the door behind you to join them.

"Don't play along, please..." he begged you in a quiet voice. You were about to tease him when Koyuki's shrill little voice interrupted you.

"Hey, the princess is supposed to be in deep sleep right now! No changing the story!" She scolded Kenma and he sighed, then laid back down and closed his eyes, muttering something about wishing he could be playing videogames right now.

"And the only thing that can wake her up..." Koyuki scooted closer to you "...is a true love's kiss!"

You ooohed in interest before suddenly getting an idea. "True love's kiss, huh? How about I try it?"

Kenma twitched, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks, but he stayed in position. Koyuki looked at you, then at Kenma.

"Are you a prince?" She asked, completely serious. You cleared your throat. "Yes, I'm a prince from a far away land. I wish to try and revive the princess." You elevated your preformance with a bow.

"Try it!" She encouraged and you kneeled next to Kenma, leaning over to his face.

His face scrunched up when he felt your breath, and you gently carressed his cheek before leaning in to kiss him.

"Ewwww! You actually kissed on the lips! Yuck!" Koyuki ran to the door to get away from the sight.

Your guess is that she was expecting a kiss on the cheek like you and Kenma always give her.

"Wait, don't you want to see if the princess woke up?" You called after her jokingly. "No! Ewww!" You could hear Koyuki's footsteps as she ran away.

Kenma sat up again, staring at you with furrowed brows, and you simply shrugged at him. "I saved you, didn't I?"

#haikyū!!#haikyu!!#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu time skip #kenma x reader #kenma x you #kenma imagine #domestic #fluff #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #kozume kenma #kenma kozume #˗ˏˋ ★ ☁︎ 「Wolfie's works」 ☾ ★ ˎˊ˗

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cafeinthemoon · 6 months ago

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It's a Fire - Chapter III

Chapter 3

Wordcount 3,9k

Title Family Portrait

Fandom Kimetsu no Yaiba / Demon Slayer

Previous chapters

1 . 2

Symbols ⭕ ➕ 🖤

Warnings: Attempt to agression toward a minor; agressive, abusive behavior; mentions of alcoholism, grief and loss

Tagging ? (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: So, finally I'm having a break from work! I was on vacation and had plenty opportunities to rest and forget about the same, stressful and boring routine, and now I'm back to my writings at last <3 This chapter has the very scene that made me write this whole story, and I'm so proud of it! I'm really happy to share it with you! Also, the end of this chapter had me struggling a bit, mainly bc of the amount of information I should include in it or leave to the next one, but I think I found a reasonable midterm. There was also the question involving the photographs, for I couldn't remember if photography was a technology present in Demon Slayer or not (I had to do a research about photography in Japan to confirm lol)

I really hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it :)

The omnipresent tension in each step you took in the Rengoku’s house right in your first day followed you in the next ones, whether you were alone in your room or with others, and in different places, but nothing compared to the few times you’ve met your husband: it was like he was always avoiding you, so whenever you saw him, it seemed to be by chance, as if he failed in keeping his distance. Sometimes, he wouldn’t say anything, but would acknowledge your presence by a direct look or a move of his head, to which you’d reply politely, and the few occasions when he exchanged words with you, the conversation, limited to basic inquiring about practical, daily subjects, would never go beyond one minute or two.

The closest you’ve come to discuss your situation was when one day, after receiving monosyllabic responses, he addressed your discontentment in the most direct way he could, catching you in surprise.

– Listen. I can see this is not what you planned for yourself, but let me tell that I’ve never planned to bring another woman to this house as well. Yet our families had an alliance in the past, and we must honor it.

You bit your lip at those words.

And honor the lots of money my father sent to you.

Instead of spitting your bitter thoughts, however, you responded him with a simple question.

– May I ask you something, Rengoku-sama?

– What is it? – he frowned.

– If honoring this alliance is something we both must do, why do you sound like you’re lecturing me?

It didn’t go unnoticed by you the spite he tried to restrain in the way he clenched his lips. For a moment, you thought you just made a big mistake in speaking like that, and moved one feet back.

But nothing more than a few composed words came from him in response.

– Let’s just say that your father and I had a conversation in which he pointed out that, despite your many talents, fulfilling duties like this can be a sensitive, not to say difficult, subject to you. I myself have issues towards it too, still I don’t want it to become an obstacle for us.

You measured those words. Finally, something you both agreed, you thought. But you decided to follow through a different path, directing the pressure to your father’s account.

– Rengoku-sama, I don’t know when was the last time you’ve saw y/ln-sama before the wedding arrangements, but I suppose it happened long ago, so that I need to bring some things to your attention. My father is a stern man, too attached to his traditions and too busy to take time in learning about what lies beyond them. These traits only increased since my mother passed away, and he has been spending more and more time by himself, barely talking to anyone but the servants. So, it might be just my opinion, but if we really want to make this work, seeing your new wife through such man’s eyes is not going to help you, nor her.

He spent a moment in silence, pondering your words. You had no doubts that if you were a boy and younger, he would’ve already showed an inflamed reaction, but having a young woman using all her dignity was enough to make him hold himself in place.

– I will take this as a sign of compliance.

Before you could say anything, he turned his back and headed to his room with no additional comments.

Never he asked how you were feeling in that new environment, if your room was of your like or if the servants have answered your needs, neither before or after this episode. Yes, after seeing you burning your father’s letter with no hesitation, he might have supposed that your feelings towards the situation weren’t the best, but even so you’d consider it a matter of gentleness, after all you were a couple. But gentleness didn’t seem to be a known concept by Shinjuro, and you wouldn’t take too long to see examples of that.

One of the first things that brought you uneasiness concerning your husband was the fact that, whatever the period of the day or the occasion, he was always accompanied by a bottle of sake; you’ve never seen him using a cup, however, and even in times he wasn’t drinking, a moment standing next to him was enough for one to notice the subtle smell of alcohol.

There was a morning when you just opened your room’s door and put your feet on the corridor, and a sequence of angry yells came to your ears. You stopped immediately and, glancing around, you saw a young servant kneeling in front of Shinjuro’s door and trying to speak to him, maybe about an issue concerning the house. You couldn’t understand what was being said, but apparently the man has delivered unpleasant news and asked for an answer, which infuriated his lord.

You kept listening to the unnerving communication between the two, and had to suppress a scream with your hand over your mouth when your husband screamed and threw a bottle full of liquid at the young man, who flinched, protecting his head under his hands; this measure wouldn’t work if the bottle has crashed on him, but fortunately it hit the wall behind after passing over his head. The sharp pieces of the bottle spread with a crash on the floor, now soaked with the sake, then there was silence. The young man excused himself and left before something worse took place. You bit your lip.

What could be so irritating that got him acting that way? My goodness…

You were standing in the doorway, still observing, when the sight of Shinjuro’s shadow on the wall hit by the bottle woke you up and made you go back inside your room, closing your door quickly (and quietly) as possible. You returned to the middle of the room and waited, afraid that he decided to take your room’s direction, but to your relief, none of this happened, so you sat back on your bed to catch your breath.

So, this is what I’ll have to live with under this roof. I’ll be sharing this place with a beast.

You walked around the house with a blade hidden in your sleeve and slept with your sword beside you every night after that.

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In the following days, you’ve saw similar episodes, all of them giving you enough reasons to stay on guard in his presence. This was even more important when Senjuro was around. The boy, you noticed, was used to this behavior, though he was never able to completely disguise his discomfort towards it; it was clear that he had memories of a time when things were different, for what other reason he had for not letting his conscience go numb in front of the things he saw everyday? You considered this a fortunate trait, and reinforced to yourself the task of protecting the goodness your stepson had in him.

There was a day when you faced the need of transforming this determination in action.

It’s been a full month since your wedding day, and you created the habit of taking walks in the garden behind the house after an occasion when your husband saw you heading to the kitchen. You passed by him and, before you could carry on your way, he called you.

– Rengoku-sama?

– I’ve heard you’ve been bored these days. I’d feel like that if I was in your place too – and, pointing at what he supposed to be the garden’s direction, – From the porch of these rooms, you can find a narrow path that leads to an old garden at the south wing. Go take a walk there from time to time. It might help you with the paleness in your face.

You nodded and murmured a “Thank you” to that strange favor, but he didn’t finish yet.

– But make sure to avoid it at evenings, though. We never know what might appear at this period of the day.

You didn’t reply. You just stood there, watching as he distanced himself through the corridor. You started using the garden, but obeyed his instruction and never lingered there when the evening approached.

The garden, indeed, had the appearance of a place that hasn’t been used for a long time. The path that crossed the area, connecting all its zones, was covered in grass and weeds, its stones invisible under them in some spots; the trees were overgrown, with fallen branches suspended by the ones still connected to the trunks, and thick layers of dead leaves surrounding the trees and their roots; there were bushes full of dry leaves as well, and some were taken over by cascades of wild flowers. Everything smelled like abandonment and melancholy.

One morning, you were just walking like the previous occasions, but you looked ahead and found Senjuro there, wielding a training sword. You smiled and approached.

– I hope I’m not interrupting anything?

He startled, but smiled when he recognized you.

– Good morning, y/n. I haven’t trained regularly the last months, but now I’m trying to regain the wasted time.

– That’s good to hear! – you crossed your arms – Speaking about this, I haven’t trained since I left my father’s house. Would you mind training with me?

Senjuro opened a content smile at this.

– It’s okay for me. It’s good to have company while training.

He decided to go back to the house and find another wood sword for you.

You’ve spent the entire morning having fun with your swords clashing. In fact, Senjuro knew all the basic moves your mother taught you, so that there was little you could teach him in this sense, but you noticed he struggled a bit with changing his position quickly enough to defend himself from surprise attacks, as if his body couldn’t follow his eyes; still, he was fast with his feet, and you thought you could help him work on this. On the other hand, you struggled with physically strong strikes, and since he was already stronger than you despite his age, you found yourself using your feet more to stand in place than to explore the space around you.

You even managed to have conversations about your progresses and goals concerning the art of the sword.

– I know I have little chance to surpass my brother, at least in developing the family’s Breath Style – Senjuro told you once – But I still can serve as a security worker or follow other paths. I want to dedicate my life to an honorable career, even if it means not wielding a sword at all. Still, I really like training.

– My choices are even smaller than yours when it comes to using a sword – you replied – But I want to do honorable works too. When my mother was alive, I thought my biggest dream was to develop my own Breath Style and work by her side in the Demon Slayer Corps. But now that she’s no longer here, I’m not so sure about this. I’d prefer to think that I’ll wield my sword to protect myself and the ones I care about, whether against a demon or another being.

You didn’t know, but your words would become prophetic a few days later, when what should have been just another morning training turned into a disturbing episode involving your stepson and your husband.

The thing was that, sometimes, Shinjuro demanded his son to go to the town’s market and buy sake for him instead of going by himself. This was revealed to you by Senjuro when you asked where he was going so early in the morning one day, and other times you saw him being sent by his father in other periods of the day with no right to question. You wanted to interfere, of course, but without a good plan of action and judging by how Shinjuro dealt with the servants who displeased him, you could tell you wouldn’t be treated less harshy.

You were in the middle of the training: Senjuro was experimenting a new technique and you were instructing him, when a sudden noise behind you made you stop and turn. Both of you held your breath when you saw Shinjuro approaching with impatient steps, but unlike your stepson, you didn’t let your sword down, waiting to see what he had for you that time.

He was the first to speak, directly to his son.

– So this is where you’ve been hiding the last mornings? Are you really avoiding your tasks by playing with fake swords with your stepmother? – he inquired; and, before the boy could say anything, – I need you to go to town and buy me sake now.

Senjuro made a shy attempt to argue:

– But, father, I’ve already bought you some yesterday…

– I gave you an order! – the other cut off – You’ve never been great with swords anyway. And now aren’t you even able to obey your father?

The boy gave up replying, but still hesitated, the sword in hands. You clenched your own hand around yours, gritting your teeth behind your closed lips.

That’s not fair. This kid’s been left alone with this man for a long time. It’s my turn to stand up for him.

– He can’t leave the house at the moment, Rengoku-sama – your voice came out loud and clear in the tense silence established between the two males; you positioned yourself ahead, in a way that would protect Senjuro from his father’s reach, yet not separating the them from each other – He has a training session to finish. A servant can go in his place.

Shinjuro’s eyes, flaming at the slightest touch of the sunlight, had nothing to you but resentment for your intrusion. Who the hell you think you were to stand between him and his son when this latter needed correction?

– Someone as grown as you should know where to stop playing, y/n – his tone was rough, and you didn’t know if it was sarcasm or just rage what you sensed in it – There are many things inside the house to which you could dedicate your time to.

You swallowed.

He’s really telling me to abandon the sword and start playing his wife?

Senjuro apparently feared that something worse was about to happen, and tried to calm down the situation again.

– Father, what if I finish here and immediately go to the market…

Shinjuro turned to him.

– You’re still trying to argue?! You brat!

Ignoring your presence, the man raised his hand toward the boy, perhaps too blind by his own anger to notice that he would never reach his victim and to underestimate your choice of putting yourself between them, for his punch never completed its route: coming from underneath, your sword slapped his hand away with a harsh strike, full of your impatience and indignation; you stood in front of your husband, completely hiding his son, and pointed the wood tip at his face.

– Senjuro-san, here’s a lesson for you – you say, without taking his eyes off his father –When a reckless individual approaches a swordsman, you must make sure he understands he’s making a terrible mistake.

Maybe your strike wasn’t as strong as you intended it to be, or your husband had an abnormally high pain tolerance, for his response, after a brief shake of his beaten hand, was to grab the length of your sword and hold it so tight that you couldn’t move it away. Your eyes widened at the wood cracking around his grip.

– Senjuro-san, two lessons for you – mimicking your attitude, he spoke to his son, but his eyes were glued on you – First, always remember to hold your sword the right way. Second, never start an assault without measuring your adversary’s strength.

He let go of the sword at last, turned his back on you and left.

When all the signs of his presence disappeared, you let your sword down and turned to Senjuro. Swallowing every bit of shame or disappointment, you opened a smile. The gesture confused him, but soon you clarified it.

– Your father is right. In a battle, prudence is everything – and, wielding your sword again, – Let’s try again.

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Days have passed.

During all this time, you haven’t seen Shinjuro except for one time or two, and only at distance. No conversation happened between you, not even through the servants. Not that you were sad or ashamed by it, of course: you did what you had to do to defend Senjuro, and you were always trying to be reasonable and polite despite the unfavorable circumstances; unlike your husband, you had nothing to regret about. The only thing you felt was an increase in the tension that already existed inside the house, which put you in an even deeper state of alert. On the other hand, no interruptions happened during your next training sessions, and Senjuro seemed more at ease whenever you were around: he has been fulfilling his tasks with more diligence, and didn’t hesitate in calling for help when necessary. You were happy to see that a slight chance of him reaching a healthy, mature state still existed despite what he has seen and might still see there.

But not even this proof of your right decision to take care of him could erase the uneasiness in your perception concerning his father: you couldn’t help wondering why, and how, he became the person you were seeing now. Your parents, each one in their own manner, assured you that he was a good, honored person, someone who dedicated his life and energy to protect people from literal demons – so what kind of thing could provoke such transformation, that is, if he was really how your parents pictured him?

This mystery has been eating your mind up, and you had no courage to ask Senjuro about this; you didn’t want to be intrusive, neither you intended to bring back unpleasant memories he might have had. At the same time, you didn’t see ways to figure it out by yourself, or at least no one that didn’t involve invading spaces that weren’t meant for you, including parts of the house which access was forbidden, such as the living room. With all the things that happened since you went to live in that house, as well as the fact that you were too concentrated on your own feelings, you hadn’t the time to feed any curiosity about these places, but this started to change since the argument at the garden. What if the answers were all inside them?

Part of you was convinced of this, yet was against an intrusion: you weren’t even expected to be there a few months ago, and now you wouldn’t be able to follow a simple rule? What kind of adult you were? Other part, however, was just waiting for an opportunity.

And it came one day, when Shinjuro decided to go after his sake by himself.

You were passing by an inner corridor from where you could see the front door when you noticed it was left open. At first, you supposed that Senjuro forgot to close it and went there to do it, but one step toward it and you saw Shinjuro walking away, passing under the portal and heading to the street that led to the town. He was dressed properly and wearing sandals, so you understood he was going to spend some time away from home and was probably see a significant amount of people; besides, he had empty hands, implying that his bottles were all empty as well. You’ve already suspected that, after the beef in the garden, he learned to buy his own drink without bothering his son, and now you were relieved to confirm it. You quietly closed the door and followed through the corridor.

Guilty clenched a hand around your heart while you approached the door and pushed it to the side, but that wouldn’t make you give up. You took a deep breath and stepped into the living room…

And found it completely tied up, as if someone cleaned it yesterday.

The floor was glowing with a new wax layer, the furniture and decoration had no signs of dust over it, and so did the paintings on the walls; there was a slight scent of perfume in the air, confirming your supposition about the cleaning. You observed the space and thought it could be a living room as any other, if it wasn’t for a detail.

The photographs.

They spread everywhere you looked, from the tables to the walls, silent guardians of the house’s memory, of a time when that family had a different, correct, happier structure, where every member had their natural, special place reserved among their loved ones, each one united with the other by the strongest bond.

A time that this family will never see again.

There you observed a younger version of your husband, whether in common, traditional clothing or in his uniform as a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, and understood that your parents were referring to this Shinjuro whenever they spoke about him, the healthy and tied up responsible head of his house, the hard worker you’d never guess that existed if it wasn’t for your parents’ word and those images. A man who was no longer there, though he continued to live.

And beside this man you found the ones he lost, people who also ceased to exist, but in a literal, painful sense.

First, a young man who resembled him in each trait, and who chose to follow his steps judging by his solo portraits in the Corps clothing. On his face, always a content, vivid expression that made you smile before you could stop yourself. You imagined how loved and cherished he might have been in that house… and how much of that very house’s light was gone when they found out he would never step into it again.

Second, sometimes with her free, delicate hands on sight, sometimes with them occupied holding a baby who became your stepson, a woman with light clothes and brown hair falling over her shoulders, maybe younger than you by the time those photos were taken, always by the side of the man who was now married to you, but the happier version of him, surely being like this because of her. A woman with a quiet, peaceful smile and a pair of ruby gems as eyes, staring at the camera with a gaze that would trespass the lens and the time to reach you, making you unravel the mystery that has been haunting your mind those days.

This was the woman he loved, then. This was the reason why he couldn’t stand you.

You sensed a hole forming inside your chest and tears starting to blur your sight, making the family disappear before you, but it wasn’t jealousy you had of them, not even of the woman. It was pure sadness.

What a beautiful woman… What a beautiful family… What has my father done?… What am I even doing here?…

You turned to your side, to the door’s direction. Leaving that room the way you found it and forget about what you saw there was the most decent thing you could do after disobeying the rule you’ve been taught. Maybe that was the reason why you should never be allowed there: it wouldn’t do you any good to see what those people were before you entered their lives, and what they’ve lost before they were given you as a poor excuse for a member. But now it was too late to regret this.

As well as it was too late to hide what you did when, standing at the doorway, you found Senjuro staring at you with worried confusion in his eyes.

Chapter 4

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