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waterfallofspace Ā· 1 year ago
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Hiii I'm so sorry if this is a bother, but do you have any tips for spelling out sneezes? Especially ones more on the louder side, I feel like I struggle sm with those
Hi dear~ not a bother at all!! <3
Honestly I uh... I don't feel like an expert on spelling, (or anything to do with writing~) but I'd love to give you a few of the tips/reminders that work for me!~
One of my biggest tips/suggestions is: Sound It Out. I find that most of the spellings I'm actually happy with are the ones that feel natural when I sound/act them out~ If something looks a bit weird, or like you're not happy with it, try to sound it out! Usually you can pinpoint the part that feels unnatural, and edit it to fit better~
Another tip I find helpful is: Use These to your Advantage. Capitals can definitely help sell the volume, but if you end up with too many, it can start to undermine the flow that you might be going for. Bold and Italics can be incredibly helpful to show the fluctuation. For example: "AK'SHHOO-!" versus "ak'SHHhoo-!" This one does tend to fall a little more under 'personal preference', some people do great with all capitals, but even then, the different between "RRSHH'OO-!" and "RSHHH'OO-!" can really influence the way they sound in your head~
One more reminder: Letters Matter. Generally if you want to show volume/harshness in a sneeze spelling, bolding or USING CAPS is a great way to show that there's a volume. However, I find it important to remember not to underestimate the importance of letter choices. For example: "HIESHH'OO-!" would be a loud snz. So would "hh'IESHoo-!" but add a few "rr" or "yashh" or "zzshh" sounds, and it starts to sell the roughness aswell. Something a bit like "hh'RRZShhuh-!" if you want a scraping one. Maybe a bit more "hk'RASShhoo-!" if you want it to sound more vocal.
Overall I'm definitely very new to spellings still, so I'm sorry there's not more advice I can offer!! But I absolutely recommend the first one, a few writers I've spoken to on here say they do it too~ As well as reading through other people's stories and trying to sound out their spellings to try and get a grasp on how certain sounds go together~ Or even listening to wavs and practicing trying to spell out the sounds you hear! (that's one of the exercises I've given myself that seems to help~)
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unproduciblesmackdown Ā· 2 years ago
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already thinking "and by 'religious' really i mean 'christian'" re: how the term "religion" is not really useful when it's largely like, from a christian perspective, what is considered "equivalent" of christianity, see: perhaps a "rival"/obstacle to some person or group being considered christian....and even if not thinking about converting anyone, resulting in some at best misinterpretation / misrepresentation based on framing it through/as [element of christianity] and limiting of any more accurate language
like how tumblr recommends me a post about someone thinking about "religion" in general and concluding that it's Weird and perhaps Wrong for anyone who is a "true believer" in their religion(tm) to Not be proselytizing / trying to Convert everyone. like yeah why isn't everyone being an evangelical christian, they ought to be, benevolently informing all those around them that they're going to hell, otherwise. don't see any problem with this conclusion, or that someone's getting antisemitic in the notes already in agreement, or that That's Not How This Works and you don't just know how All "Religion" works based on considering it to be an alternate version of christianity (which in itself doesn't All work like that either)
#and even when it comes to having a Critical View of any belief system / way of living / spirituality it's like...people are on that already#without having to see it from a christian perspective or understand the only possible framework for it as [critiques of christianity]....#a dogmatic approach / doctrine of Salvation....not how it all works out there re: ways anyone can be anything besides christian#So Bizarre why everybody's not all trying to ''convert'' everyone else in the world....is it.#what; like; ''you'd think everyone would be launching an inquisition'' like would you.#even if you know fuckall abt non christian beliefs / perspectives / traditions/practices / identities / ways of life etc....#we could maybe go ahead and question this conclusion. or perhaps go ''but also i know fuckall about all that so why am i theorizing'' like.#and again there are non ''western'' christian traditions....and of course individuals and philosophies within christianity who would also#not think you can only Truly be christian by going ''and i'd better be trying to convert everyone. or i'm being a jerk'' too#not actually the case that everyone thinks everyone else who doesn't share some ''religious'' factor is Damned To Hell or an equivalent....#anyways telling tumblr actually this particular post? isn't for me. and i don't thank you#another tiresome factor of [mass at the benedictine monastery] like the homilies/sermons were especially exhausting#they always were but like ''what are you even talking about'' as one priest goes on about how it's silly for people to say they're#Spiritual but not Religious b/c the only way to be spiritual is to be christian lite & if you're Genuinely even christian lite then you#ought to realize you should go full throttle christian. like a) No b) why are we preaching to the choir here. we're all at Sunday Mass???#not like any sermons ever feel that thoughtful when like too much analysis is like uh oh? a bit heretical are we??? which is not universal.#gee thanks for this [are we just supposed to all sit here feeling validated in our superiority; or...?] experience#wisdom you couldn't totally get from someone going on some self-assured monologue abt heathens these days over dinner or sm shit#really makes you think. and then someone will be really thinking & going ''shouldn't everyone w/a Religion be an Evangelist'' hmm: No.#and they aren't ''wrong'' about their own beliefs approaches perspectives identities traditions etc for it either. Done#anyways changed ''religious parent'' to ''christian parent'' for its own enhanced accuracy & precision alike....
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re-pave Ā· 1 month ago
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I figured it out.
12:20am: I spent the past 2 hours walking across the upper west side of Manhattan.
Love. Connection. Nothing else matters. Literally nothing. It doesnā€™t matter where I am. I need to connect. How do I connect more? How do I love more? Looser inhibitions. Itā€™s hitting me like a ton of bricks, I havenā€™t actually lived life. Look at all these people at 12am trying to connect. Unsuspecting people who are robots at work (inhibited). Iā€™ve been so afraidā€¦my entire life. The entirety of my life. Itā€™s so deeply engrained. I donā€™t know exactly why (tbd). How do I connect to my spirit? My soul? I havenā€™t felt anything in so long, and this is the first night itā€™s happened. Iā€™m so afraid to touch people (esp men). Emotionally, physically. Have I ever felt comfortable touching someone? And not felt insecure? Truly comfortable. Truly. Initiating. How many people have I slept with? So much emptiness. Point taken. This is the start of a new life. No more being afraid. What makes me afraid? Inhibition. Being too much, not meaning what I say and regretting it. Fuck that. Connection over everything else. Even if it doesnā€™t feel natural. Itā€™s not going to feel natural at first. How do I lower inhibitions? I know how. Look at all these people. Whatā€™re they doing at 12:20am? Connecting. How? Lower inhibitions. Thereā€™s a reason alcohol plays the role it does in society and is as common as it is (for better or worse. Accept why its used). And thereā€™s a reason Iā€™ve been hiding from it - fear. Thereā€™s nothing wrong with needing help. Itā€™s worth it.
Think about how many people Iā€™ve met this past year. How many people Iā€™ve ā€œtalked toā€. Too many to remember. Iā€™ve never been more alone. Zero connection. To my soul. To another soul. I havenā€™t felt anything in so long. Im clearly doing something wrong. So fuck it, full tilt the other way - whatā€™s there to lose? Nothing. I need to overcome the fear of being weird. Anything could be interpreted as weird to someone who is inhibited. Thereā€™s no connection without ā€œweirdnessā€. This is a fear thatā€™s been baked into my psyche forever - itā€™s hard to overcome without help. Help with being uninhibited. What Iā€™ve been doing hasnā€™t worked. Playing it safe doesnā€™t work. Too many inhibitions. What if they donā€™t like me? What if I donā€™t like them and donā€™t want to say something that might be exaggerated? Fuck it. Say it. Even if is exaggerated and doesnā€™t feel authentic. Say what youā€™re embarrassed to say. Force the connection at first if you have to. Exercise the muscle. Everyone wants to connect. Let them. Some people might not be ready. Or even be into you. But they want to connect. They want to connect even if it doesnā€™t mean a relationship. Not every connection has to permanent or life-long. Find confidence in knowing people want to connect. Donā€™t get deterred from trying - please always try. Stay. When was the last time I didnā€™t want a night to end? Spending time with someone without inhibition is easier, easier to want to spend time with someone (for everyone). Let that be a gauge: try to create that environment by being uninhibited. Make them tell you to leave.
Everything about the other person becomes more interesting when youā€™re uninhibited. Boring stuff too. Aim for: ā€œI want to know everything about youā€. Nothing is off the table. Remember I canā€™t do anything wrong. I canā€™t say anything wrong. In the context of wanting to connect. Bare my soul. Invite them to bare theirs. Donā€™t overthink, focus on being uninhibited.
I need to feel more connected. Romantically but just as importantly with friends. And family.
I need to do things even if I ā€œregretā€ what I do. Touch people. Physically. Emotionally. ā€œWhat if they thought it was too much? Didnā€™t want it?ā€ Fuck it. No more being embarrassed. So I never see them again. Trying matters. No more meeting and not trying to connect. Leave the interaction knowing that if I did nothing else than trying to connect then I succeeded. There could be a million reasons why something doesnā€™t work out romantically, Iā€™m now going to try my hardest to not allow being inhibited be one of those reasons. There have been too many missed connections.
Too many people feeling empty. Lower inhibitions. Practice. Pretend youre uninhibited if you need to put your mind there. Remember ā€œthis is a what it was like to be uninhibited. To be out of my headā€ and pretend. Something is clearly wrong. Itā€™s been a year. Hundred of matches. Why donā€™t I find anyone attractive? No connection. Connection above all else. Being unafraid. I can be shy and want to connect. I can be confident and want to connect. But I have to try to connect. Romantically, platonically, with my environment, with myself. Whatever means. Time to unlock a new dimension. Enough is enough. Too much time wasted.
What matters? Who are you? Growing up. When you were kid. ā€œWho are you?ā€ And meaning it (been a struggle), being curious. Saying something that might be embarrassing. Fuck it. ā€œHere I amā€. ā€œWhatā€™s your tattoo sayā€ ā€œIā€™m embarrassedā€ fuck it. ā€œThis is what I struggled withā€. Itā€™s not cliche. These thoughts are part of who I am. Bare it. Looser inhibitions. Letā€™s connect to God. Together. People have souls. Everyone. Yes, really everyone. Iā€™m not better than anyone else. Me not feeling connected is my fault too. Looser inhibitions unlocks this.
Flashbacks to Colin). He might be the last person I felt deeply about? He felt it too. Why? I know why. Looser inhibitions. Full circle back to tonight. Flashbacks to the guy from Princeton, drunk on the subway, ā€œIā€™ve never felt so aliveā€. Flashbacks to wandering around midtown (2016? 21 years old?) two gay men come up to me, stumbling, ā€œcan you take our picture?ā€ Lost inhibitions (do we seem weird? Who cares). Connected. I donā€™t think they were from nyc and it reminds me of how unique feeling uninhibited with someone is. How strongly that connects two people. I donā€™t remember seeing two people happier.
Itā€™s been so long since Iā€™ve been excited about life. I feel exciting about my life now. Excited about becoming myself again. Who I really am. I canā€™t wait to love more. More unabashedly. I want so much more out of life because I recognize how lucky I am to experience it. I want to go so much deeper. I feel my spirit awakening and I donā€™t want it to stop.
Looser inhibitions.
Looser inhibitions.
Looser inhibitions.
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ancat-dubh Ā· 2 months ago
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harvest moon over the marshes + nighttime canal walk, 18 September
#not to be sappy but finding myself hitting a real sudden tipping point with the land where I live#my holy grounds are nearby/commutable so Iā€™ve split my time between there the big wilder forest to the north and here#only moved/got introduced to my local land in jan and of the three itā€™s been the hardest for me to connect with?#I think entirely for ptsd reasons as itā€™s the busiest/least familiar/more ppl living out here with their own rules and safety systems#(which Iā€™m learning more about to be a good safe neighbour but yk! ppl go missing here occasionally etc)#(and hypervigilance has its own logics)#(also thereā€™s a v distinct and loud group of spirits/Neighbours so Iā€™ve been v deliberately taking my time)#anyway#tonight was my first night being out truly after dark#in proper magical headspace + stoned with a beloved woo-curious old friend#felt not entirely relaxed but at the same time safe! held! looked out for! by the land and river#the same way a grey willow Iā€™ve been chatting to there took a v friendly turn a few days ago this week#and tbh I felt it in my body some kind of way!#honestly havenā€™t been able to walk along the canal most days bc high speed cycle traffic#+ certainly havenā€™t been planning a night walk any time soon#(when I can do a place at night is when I rly know weā€™re in tight)#but saw the moon coming up and suddenly! effortlessly! felt empowered to do a moonlit walk for miles up the canal#stoned + chatting + bikes + all#dare I say#recovery#???#certainly some good accumulated time; definitely finding my way here faster with my current skillset#and Iā€™m really just starting to love this place!#often on the holy grounds I forget Iā€™m in the city but thatā€™s not possible here#between the boat people and the cruisers and the foragers and the raves#felt like I was fortifying myself against that for a long time and now I think itā€™s feeling more mine#lunar#practice#marshes#genius loci
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ramonathinks Ā· 6 months ago
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THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS ā€” gojo, geto, toji, higuruma, nanami, choso, sukuna x reader ft brief kusakabe cameo
Summary: in order to become a full fledge succubus, you must have a meeting with the seven deadly sins in the underworld. but you weren't expecting a meeting like this.
Tags: (18+ MDNI), 8some(?)/gangbang/orgy, dirty talk, breeding, squirting, mention of a lot of kinks, anal play, fingering, handjobs, blowjobs/throat fucking, daddy kink, size kink, riding, cunnilingus, overstimulation, exhibitionism, slight impact play, orgasm control, nipple play, breath play, mutual masturbation, snowballing, praise, dumbification, degradation, dominance/submissiveness, cock warming, pet names, finger sucking, dacryphilia, hair pulling, ball stimulation, doggy, slight mlm scenes between Geto and Gojo ofc, full nelson, mating press, double penetration, anal fingering (female), etc.
tagging: @omgeto @screampied (also thank you bae for making the banner šŸ˜˜šŸ¤žšŸ¾) @hoshigray (thanks for beta reading babe!) @kingkonoha @kanekisfavoritegf
A/N: please for the love of god, donā€™t ask for no part 2. i think a lot of people underestimate how hard smut writing is and especially since this is an eightsome. THANK UUUU FOR 1.6k followers & for waiting as long as you did for this! (5.4k words)
ā€œWell, thereā€™s one last test you have to completeā€¦ā€ Yaga told you, his face was a bit flushed. ā€œItā€™s rather ā€” er ā€” wellā€¦ Actually, Iā€™ll just send you to them so that they can explain it to you.ā€ He did an awkward cough and escorted you to the elevator; where he clicked the illuminating number seven. ā€œJust tell them youā€™re here for your last succubus test.ā€ He gave you a thumbs up and let the doors close behind him.
ā€œOkay, cause that wasnā€™t totally weird.ā€ You muttered to yourself, watching the elevatorā€™s number increase. Your heart hammering in your chest. Youā€™d been training for this for the past two years, you couldnā€™t believe you had one last test.
When the door opened, your eyes widened. There were dark velvet color drapes that decorated the entrance of the room as you stepped off the elevator. Every step you took, you felt a deep sense of uneasiness erupt in the pits of your belly. ā€œHello?ā€ You finally mustered up some courage to speak. ā€œIā€™m here for the last part of my succubus exam!ā€ You exclaimed, noticing the dimly lit lights above you creating an ominous yet sexual atmosphere around you. Your thighs trembled.Ā 
ā€œCome in, little lady.ā€ A manā€™s voice said as a door warped in forth of your body and pushed itself open. ā€œShoes off.ā€ The man said. Hesitantly, you walked inside and slipped off your shoes. Your eyes roamed across the room as you noticed how wide it was ā€“ a velvet carpet floor that was soft between your white colored toes. Bits of fog clouded your vision; you could make out bodies but not faces.
ā€œOh, sheā€™s quite a looker.ā€ Another voice says around you ā€“ wrapping around your body like a snake.Ā 
You heard a snicker, ā€œYouā€™re right, and I could smell just how wet she is; thatā€™s the best part. Canā€™t wait to eat her up.ā€ You could practically hear this person lick their lips.Ā 
ā€œShe doesnā€™t even know what sheā€™s in forā€¦ innocent little slut.ā€ Your knees trembled at that. The way these men were speaking had you hot all over, even the air felt different as you stepped forward.
You swallowed, ā€œI can hear youā€“ā€
ā€œOh, believe meā€¦ we know.ā€ This time, when this voice spoke, he raised his hand and the fog split down the middle before completely leaving. Then, you were able to truly see the men who sat in front of you, and your body ran cold.
Seven men, who you were able to recognize from the many lessons you had drilled into your brain from your classes. You gulped as most of them chuckle upon seeing your eyes finally take in just who you were looking at. The legends themselves.
The Seven Deadly Sins: Sukuna Ryomen ā€” Pride, Kento Nanami ā€”Ā  Sloth, Suguru Geto ā€” Gluttony, Satoru Gojo ā€” Lust, Choso Kamo ā€” Wrath, Toji Fushiguro ā€” Greed and Higuruma Hiromi ā€” Envy
You swallowed, ā€œSo ā€” umā€” whatā€™s exactly the final part of my exam? Do I have toā€¦likeā€¦ pretend this is Jeopardy and answer a bunch of questions?ā€ You heard a small scoff.Ā 
ā€œNo. This is more the showing part of your exam.ā€ Sukuna told you, his eyes trained on you. ā€œWe need to see you score high marks in satisfaction. Do you understand?ā€Ā 
You bite your lip; it was difficult understanding what he was saying and not be dripping wet. They were all so beautiful, your nipples prodding out of the thin layer of your dress. Youā€™ve had sex before, but that was way before your genes had kicked it. Twenty-one, inexperienced and horny. Now, youā€™re older and had basically been celibate for two years (excluding your times of pure masturbation). You were convincing yourself this would be a challenge, and it was one that you were intrigued to take.
So, you slipped your dress down, standing out of it completely and stood stark-naked in front of their prying eyes.Ā 
ā€œYeah, this is going to be fun.ā€ Toji smirked, walking towards you with his unbuttoned pants low on his hips. ā€œThe thing about sex is,ā€ he pressed his palms to your shoulders and lowered you down. ā€œItā€™s degrading. So, I want you to sit here on your knees and to keep your mouth open while I feed you this dick, got that?ā€Ā 
You nodded and opened your mouth. He was about eight inches and it looked heavy in the palm; he could barely fit it in one hand, so you wondered if it would fit down your throat. But as he put it in, you already knew your answer. He didnā€™t move, just stood still. It was something about him standing there with his hardening cock in your mouth that turned you on. ā€œSuck,ā€ he told you, and you did just that, like a good girl. Sucking around his cock with a wet mouth, pulling him out to tap his dick right on your tongue before tonguing at his slit. He hissed and pulled back before shoving it deep into your mouth, and your eyes rolled back.
Bubbling spit drips down to his balls and you squeeze them, taking him out of your mouth for a moment before trailing your tongue up and down his entire dick. Reaching his balls, you take one in your mouth and suck one then you trail your tongue back up to his tip. Spitting on his cock, you stroke him. ā€œDamn, girl; you've been waiting for this, huh?ā€ He grabs your head and focuses you to take the entire thing, his hips harshly thrusting in and out of your mouth.. You barely notice that someoneā€™s behind you until they fondle your breast, and you jump a bit before relaxing. They kiss your shoulders and move up to your neck, making you shutter and moan around Tojiā€™s cock. He groans above and snaps his hips against you, pulling you closer to his pelvis, ā€œFucking, mouth is killing me.ā€ You suck harder when you feel a hand on your clit.
ā€œPussyā€™s so damn wet.ā€ You can hear just how wet you are, and itā€™s embarrassing. The squelching noises fill your head and over makes your legs open more. ā€œYou like sucking his cock that bad? That youā€™re gettinā€™ this wet over it? Want my cock buried inside of you? Right here?ā€ He taps your cunt and you groan, nodding your head and rocking your hips against his hand. ā€œCanā€™t even speak with that mouth full and I can still hear you loud and clear, pretty girl.ā€Ā 
Youā€™re still sucking Tojiā€™s cock, putting your hands on the floor to truly get more around him, pushing your head even deeper into his hips. Pulling him out of your mouth, you press hot kisses on his tip end then place him back on your tongue, now looking him in the eyes. You could tell he was close with his eyes shut and his head pulled back. He was throbbing on your tongue and his hips were moving faster; they swirled a bit before he shook with a deep orgasm. His hot cum rushing down your throat, and he moaned loud, ā€œAhā€“fuck, fuck.. fuck***!ā€ You kept sucking, the fingers on your clit moved in achingly slow circles. And when Toji pulled you off his cock, they finally slipped inside.Ā 
ā€œNow gimme a kiss.ā€ You did, with shaking hands and closed eyes. Sloppy and wet, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth before he pulled back and licked his lips. The fingers inside of your greedy pussy rubbed your insides, and you humped against them.Ā 
ā€œKeep going, please.ā€ Your eyes were closed as you rode their fingers, unsure of who it was but knowing that it felt good. A thumb on your clit and kisses on your back before colder hands lifted your breast, kissing and biting them playfully. ā€œOooh, please.ā€Ā 
He sucked, ā€œYou like that?ā€ You whimpered out something even you couldnā€™t understand. Your body is simply a toy at that moment. His tongue moves over each nipple and makes delicate swirls around them. Finally, you open your eyes and see a bundle of long black hair ā€“ Suguru Geto, who sucks on your breast with his eyes closed and rubs at your other nipple with another. Arching your back into him more but also seeking comfort in the person behind you, whoā€™s using their fingers to scissor your gooey insides. Briefly looking up, Geto pulls away from your breast and kisses the person behind you, only a small kiss but it makes you wetter regardless.Ā 
ā€œKiss me again, made her little pussy clench.ā€ He kisses him again and your wetness soaks his hand.Ā 
ā€œSatoru, you sure that was for her, not for you?ā€ Geto chuckles, and you can feel a hardness pressing against your back. Geto moves back down to your breast when someone takes your hand and moves their cock inbetween.Ā 
ā€œThought you were gonna let us have all the fun, Choso.ā€ Gojo snickers behind you, curling his finger enough to make you moan aloud. You see a good amount of precum and your mouth suddenly feels dry. Taking your hand, you jerk him once and he already looks as if heā€™s going to cum.Ā 
ā€œHer hands are so soft. I..ā€ Heā€™s stammering. ā€œWaitā€¦Need to cumā€¦ā€ A small whimper leaves his lips and he uncontrollably jerks his hips up; fucking your hand. Applying a small bit of pressure to the tip, his eyes shut and heā€™s jumping back. Sticky wetness drips to the floor and he stands on shaky legs, his eyes pleading with you. Gojo rubs his fingers between your folds; keeping you in the palm of his hands as you play with the others.
ā€œYou wanna cum inside of me, hm?ā€ The moment you utter that sentence he bends over, almost sobbing as he nods his head. Twisting your hand around Chosoā€™s red leaky tip, you lick a trail up his frenulum. Winking at him you pull back and kiss Geto, swirling your tongue around in his mouth before Gojo pulls your face to kiss you. Moans take over the room while you roll your hips and move into Gojoā€™s fingers and Geto takes the opportunity to slip a nipple in his mouth and you try to ignore the feeling to focus on kissing. But you couldnā€™t focus, when you heard wet noises surrounding the room and you didnā€™t need to look up to know what it was; everyone was jerking off and it made your body scorching hot.
ā€œWait,ā€ You whisper, close to Gojoā€™s mouth and gently pushing Getoā€™s head away from your breast, standing on trembling legs and walking to Choso. ā€œThought you wanted me, babyā€¦ā€ A flip switched, no longer at the whim of men. Heā€™s speechless, just nodding his head and swallowing.Ā 
He mutters a quiet, ā€œI do, pleaseā€¦ā€ He kneels, rubs up and down your legs and you place your foot right on top of his sticky boxers.
ā€œWant me to step on it, baby?ā€ Your voice is low and condescending, a smirk tugging on your lips.
Heā€™s gnawing at the skin on his lips and his face is flushed. ā€œY-yeah?ā€ Your smirk twists into an evil smile before your foot presses down on his leaking tip and his head leans back. His hips raise but you donā€™t move an inch. Heā€™s whining and sweet small whimpers leave his lips as his hips thrash against your foot.
ā€œBeg for it.ā€ He can only whine, no words to be spoken as he humps your foot with breathy broken moans filled the room.
ā€œBabyā€”ā€ Heā€™s looking up at you with dark eyes, his confidence shining through, just a bit. Smiling at him you bend your knees and put his cock between your dominant hand.
ā€œReady?ā€ You ask and he nods. ā€œNeed you to speak up...ā€ Hovering your dripping pussy over his upright cock, almost close to entering, slipping the head between your hot folds is what makes him speak up.
ā€œYe-yeah.ā€ He gulps and pulls his lips to yours, kissing you. Your eyes roll back a bit and you swear you can see stars, sliding the tip of his cock at your aching slit, you both shiver before you finally let his cock slip inside. He makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat and his thighs clench under you. You pull back from him and salvia breaks apart, which he lips back up with an awkward smile. Putting weight on your knees, you bounced up and down on him, your tits on full display as they bounced with every move you made. The loud sounds of your pornographic moans filled the room along with the wetness noises of slapping skin; taking more of his cock inside of you each time you bounced down.
Turning your head, you look at Gojo and Geto and like a bee to honey they both rush over; Geto rubbing at your clit with a nipple in his mouth and Gojo kissing your lips, drinking your moans up.Ā 
ā€œI think im going to lose my mind, the way sheā€™s riding meā€¦ oh fuck, im not going to last.ā€ Choso hisses underneath you and grips your hips, trying to slow your pace. Slowly, he fucks into you, dragging his cock into your inner walls and feeling your pussy squeeze him in a tight hug.Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re such a good boy Choso.ā€ You lean down to kiss him as Gojo focuses on pressing kisses to your spine. Raising your hips and slamming back down you whisper in his ear, ā€œDonā€™t you want to fill me up? Donā€™t you want to cum inside me all night like a good boy? Huh?ā€ After that there was no more talking for a while as you fucked him, rolling your hips in circles and moaning in his ear. Chosoā€™s body was wuthering trying to keep up with you; your pussy splattering out white cream as you kept a dangerous pace before his stomach caved in.
ā€œBe gentle with me, please? Please baby or Iā€™mā€”ā€ he mouths out your name when he comes, thick ropes as his hips jerk, his eyes rolling back. Heā€™s heaving loudly, digging his fingers into your hips as he comes down from his high as his body trembles.Ā 
You barely get a minute to catch your breath before Geto and Gojo slaps their cock on your cheek with dark smiles. You open your mouth, knowing that both canā€™t fit inside but hoping that the tips can. Their cocks graze each other and you swallow around them.Ā 
ā€œSlutty mouth, taking both of us.ā€ Geto whispers to himself as he shoves more inside, his hand on your head. You gag and they both groan with pleased looks on their faces, Chosoā€™s cock twitches inside of you.Ā 
ā€œChoso, donā€™t you think you're being greedy? I wanna fuck her tooā€¦ā€ Gojo whines, looking down at your puffy wet eyes as you choke more on their dicks; both of them throbbing on your tongue. Lifting your hips, a small pop is heard and bits of cum leak out of you. Looking down at Chosoā€™s half hard cock you grin, heā€™s breathing so hard with hooded eyes.
ā€œCanā€™t wait to play with that ass,ā€ Geto tells you and your eyes widen a bit. Slipping their cocks out of your mouth, you take his balls into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks so tight around him that he pulls you off.Ā 
Gojo is quick to turn your attention to him, he ignores Getoā€™s annoyed stare as he lifts you up. Turning you to the others, he holds your body for everyone to see. Your entire body was being stared at, pussy on full display ā€” soaking wet with cum and your own slickā€” his cock hard and standing upright, teasing your clit. He grips your thighs and spreads them a bit wider, small strings from sticky folds breaking off as your pussy spreads.Ā 
He enters you, fills you up and your toes curl. ā€œFucking tiny, arenā€™t you baby?ā€ His cock angled perfectly at this position, slick running down your thighs as he fucking directly into you. Heā€™s hitting a deep gooey spot inside of you making wetness come out of you in spurts, your moans making Gojo shiver above you.Ā 
ā€œHold her still for a minute,ā€ Geto whispers, face directly by your pussy, wetness shined on his face and you felt hot. He mustā€™ve been there for a while. Licking up a long stripe from Gojoā€™s tight balls to his cock before he nuzzles his face into your cunt, pressing his tongue hard on your pulsing clit ā€” your thighs shake when he pressed a small kiss there. He wraps his tongue against the bud and you jump a bit when Gojo does a small thrust, knocking you loose when he hits that spot again. Geto licks and swirls his tongue around before he moves back. ā€œJust wanted a little tasteā€¦ā€ He spits on your pussy and watches it slide down Gojoā€™s cock. ā€œLooking fucking pretty with his cock inside of you, ya know that?ā€
You whine, barely able to talk at the sensation coming from your body. ā€œSloppy pussy making all that noise, hear that?ā€ Geto urges you to listen to the plat wet noises that fill the room and once again, you feel something taking over you.Ā 
ā€œAre you gonna let me come inside too? Huh, my little treasure?ā€ Gojo bites your neck playfully, thrusting deeper, a long moan leaving your mouth. You donā€™t remember Geto pulling himself to stand but when you feel his cock slap right to your clit, you jolt. Running your slick and his precum.Ā 
ā€œLet me stretch this pretty ass out, you think you can take both?ā€ His face is flushed, his fingers circling your asshole before his thumb plays with it, you clench a bit before relaxing. ā€œOh? Already been played with.ā€ He says, spitting on his hand and rubbing it in before he gently nudges his tip into your tight hole thatā€™s stretching ready to take him.Ā 
Almost too easily, it slips in and he huffs out a laugh, ā€œSo proud of you, I knew you could take it both of them.ā€ Heā€™s stretching you open and your eyes are blown wide.
ā€œOhhhh!ā€ Leaves your mouth as they both thrust inside of you, both holes clenching and unclenching around them. ā€œOhh, god.ā€ Messy sounds between the three of you and two bodies come to your sides, both placing your hands on their aching cocks. Your eyes are so heavy you canā€™t tell who they are , but your hands move up and down regardless with their hips meeting every thrust you give them. An unfamiliar hand on your clit makes your back arch and you can hear laughing above you. ā€œGojo.ā€ Your voice slurs out, his cock coming close to your cervix and twitching inside of your tightness.Ā 
Rough fingers circle your clit again and you gasp, ā€œPlease? Please?ā€ You donā€™t know what youā€™re begging for until both Gojo and Geto do hard thrusts inside of you, making your thighs almost squeeze together.
ā€œYou like it here? Right here?ā€ You canā€™t tell whoā€™s speaking but Geto grinds his hips in circles, your bodies so close. The amount of wetness leaking out of you, makes you dizzy and now your tongue lolls out of your mouth before Geto kisses you hungrily massaging his tongue against your own, pulling back and spitting in your mouth, watching your throat swallow.Ā 
ā€œOh you like being full huh? Fucking stuffedā€¦ā€ Your voice is lost, you can only nod with a fucked out smile on your face. ā€œReally gonna fill you up, sweetheart.ā€ The softness of your insides squeezes them both and you can see Getoā€™s eyes close and you can imagine that Gojoā€™s is too when Geto throws his head back and both of their cum gushes into you.
ā€œFuckā€” fuck,ā€ They say together, both slipping out a bit, panting. Cum splatters out of both your holes as your pussy and ass flexes, you whimper when they both finally slip. Your hands are still jerking the two other cocks as Gojo holds you tightly before one of the men grip your hair and shoves his cock into your mouth, completely to the hilt and your eyes water. You look up to see Nanamiā€™s blonde locks and his deep brown eyes looking at you, Tojiā€™s rubbing big circles on your clit and now squeezing one nipple with his other hand and Higurumaā€™s cock pulsing between your other hand.Ā 
ā€œC'mon little love, pretty mouth needs to be soaked again, too.ā€ You moan around him as he uses your throat, pulling you by your hair, groaning when he feelsĀ  you swallow around him. Your eyes flutter close as you suck with your, pulling him out so that his cock can sit on your face while you catch your breath. You can feel Gojo hand your body to Toji and you feel empty for a second not realizing that Tojiā€™s leading you to a bed.Ā 
He lays you flat on your back and Nanami moves between your thighs, bending over your body.Ā 
ā€œSome men like to see you touch yourself, I'm one of those men. Show me and Iā€™ll reward you like the good little girl you are.ā€ Nanami whispers right next to your ear. ā€œThen Iā€™ll help you, yeah? Would you like that?ā€ You nod quickly and he moves back, sitting to watch.Ā 
ā€œPlay with those pretty tits for daddy.ā€ Your hands move faster than your brain and you reach for them, tugging at your nipples then squeezing them while you look at him. Your body is so overstimulated, you feel like youā€™re going to come any second. ā€œDonā€™t come until I say so.ā€ He reaches over to slap your clit and your thrash up, wanting him to touch you more. He slaps your pussy again and a wet stream follows down your ass before pulling again to just watch.Ā 
You circle your nipples, looking at your breasts and tempted to reach down to please yourself. ā€œLook at meā€¦ look at me while you touch yourself.ā€ You whine and with eyes clouded with tears, you look at him. ā€œTouch your pussy.ā€ He looks directly at your pussy when it clenches around nothing but the air.Ā 
You circle your clit but you ache for his fingers; theyā€™re long and slender. Pressing deep into the bud with your middle and ring fingers, squishy gushing sounds while you work yourself up. Your fingers slipping inside briefly before you let out a frustrating sigh.
ā€œPoor girl canā€™t even finger herself correctly, want daddy to show you?ā€ You look up at him and heā€™s replaced your fingers with his and heā€™s curling them together, your legs quaking as his fingers fucks more squirt out of you. ā€œGotta get ā€˜em really deep to stretch this little cunt open.ā€ He tells you, pushing against your g-spot a little, breathy moans leaving your mouth. Pulling his fingers out, he slips them into your mouth, twirling them around so that you can taste Gojo, Choso and yourself all on your tongue. ā€œYour turn, put these fingers in deep.ā€ He helps you put them in and curl them just like he did; he presses kisses to your lips and looks down at the puddle in the sheets.Ā 
Your eyes roll back and you canā€™t breathe, he pulls back and looks at you. ā€œYouā€™re so pretty like this, you know that? Prettiest girl ever, just for me to see.ā€ But it wasnā€™t just for him to see. You were putting on a show for all of them. Touching yourself and spreading your lips as their hungry eyes looked over your body.
He moves between your thighs and with a gentle tap to your clit, you both moan. You bite your lip, ā€œDaddy, Iā€”ā€ He ignores you, pushing himself through your soaked and wet lips. He slides up against your slit and you shiver. He gives you a wide smile and kisses your lips; licking against your tongue, shushing you. Pushing forward, he moves your legs up so that your knees are pressed against your chest, once he enters you, cum leaks into the sheet.Ā 
ā€œThis is what you want right? To be mine forever, to be ours forever? You donā€™t want to use your powers on anyone elseā€¦ just meā€” just us?ā€ He asks, pushing his cock deeper watching your face morn into a pleasureful expression. His cock has a curve in it and with the angle he has you in, you can feel every inch as he rams into you; fucking you while his cock fucks down and deep inside of your slutty cunt; his balls hitting the rim of your ass the harder he goes.Ā 
Higuruma comes next to you and puts his cock in your mouth, not moving. Gathering spit in your mouth, you swirl your tongue around the head, teeth grazing him a bit and he seems to like it by the way he grips your hair. Choso stands on the other side of you and pushes your head his way, you let his hips thrust harshly and his balls slapping against your chin before Higuruma grabs your face and jerks off with your eyes on him; which Nanami doesnā€™t like.Ā 
ā€œKeep your eyes on me.ā€ He grabs your face, his hips slamming against yours. ā€œThey can do whatever they want but when I'm inside of you, you keep your eyes on me.ā€ That makes your eyes snap to his and even with the cocks in your face or in your mouth, your eyes are locked on his. His hips lose rhythm, stuffing you and he mutters a ā€˜fuckā€™, close to coming and you tighten your pussy to milk him dry. When he finally spills inside you get annoyed when you donā€™t cum.Ā 
ā€œTell us you want it. Say how bad you need it.ā€ Nanami says, a smirk engraved on his face.
ā€œIā€¦ I want it, I need it.ā€ His hands slide up and down your thighs.Ā  ā€œPlease let me cum. Itā€™s too much, I donā€™t think I can take it.ā€ You needed to cum badly, pushing your hips up to his again. He slips out before slipping back inside and doing that over and over again before he slides in deeper, hitting that special spot inside of you harder than Gojo did and you cream around him.Ā 
ā€œThank you, soā€”hahā€” so much, daddy.ā€ Your pussy is flexing open and close as you stare at him, taking Chosoā€™s cock back into your mouth then switching to Higurumaā€™s and suckling on the head.Ā 
ā€œSuch good manners for a slut, donā€™t you think boys?ā€ He says and you can hear the smiles on all of them as they agree and you feel giddy, almost satisfied.Ā 
Higuruma moves from your mouth and hurries to your pussy, not saying anything as he spreads the lips before diving inside, his tongue licking up every bit of everyone before him and his nose nudging against your clit, you pushed his head deeper, grabbing his hair and grinding your hips so that he nose can hit every nerve in your clit. ā€œOhhh, sir, please just keep it right there.ā€ Applying the pressure yourself and wiggling your hips, your legs stretched far and your brain turned to mush. ā€œGonna come, so hard.ā€ You gasp before your legs cramp up slightly when you push him impossibly deeper.Ā 
ā€œHowā€™s she taste?ā€ Toji asks, looking at your face as you groan and squirm.Ā 
ā€œSo fucking sweetā€¦ā€ he meets your eyes. ā€œBetter than anything I ever had. Donā€™t think anything could compare.ā€ He nibbles on your clit. ā€œIt tastes better than heaven.ā€ That was your breaking point and what made you break, cumming hard and squealing as you did.Ā 
Ā Toji doesnā€™t care about you cumming as he digs his face in and sighs at the taste.
Using his fingers to spread you open. ā€œI see what you mean Higuruma, this fucking sweet nectar on my tongue,ā€ Toji uses more of his nose and your hips grind more, trying to feel more of his nose on your clit.Ā 
Nanamiā€™s cock is in your face and your head is upside down on the bed; head on the edge as you lie back and his cock fills up your throat, your eyes closed. He watches and feels you swallow around him and he mutters out a small, ā€œFuck, youā€™re killing me dollface,ā€ when he can actually see himself, the outline of his cock inside of your pretty throat. He runs a finger up and down. He does a small squeeze to your throat as you suck, sloppily. But you wanted a bit more, the taste overwhelming your mouth making you move yourself to the edge of the bed, your nose on his pelvis and the small bush of his pelvic hair tickling your jaw. Even upside down, he could see the dazed look in your eyes, blown and bright as he slowly thrust his hips into your mouth. ā€œThere she is, thereā€™s my girl.ā€Ā 
You can hear Gojo laughing when he says, ā€œSheā€™s so far gone, all she knows is that she loves this. Little brain doesnā€™t work without a cock filling her up.ā€ Agreements are heard all around and you feel so small, but Nanami rubs your head, scolding them with a stare.Ā 
You can feel the presence of Sukuna before you see him; all touch around you disappearing before he bullies his cock inside of you, saying nothing. He just stares at you, your body humming as he rocks inside of you. ā€œYou like that? Gonna make a mess outta you.ā€ He says, your mouth in a permanent ā€˜oā€™ shape, his heavy cock slamming down and filling your body up as the breath leaves your throat. ā€œDirty, filthy slut. Arenā€™t you, woman? All this cum inside of you and still want more, little pussy begging for it.ā€ You clamp down on him and he hisses, still talking to you as he digs deeper inside of you ā€“ he probably has the thickest cock of them all, you can feel it in your throat. ā€œYou like being paraded around and fucked like a whore, like youā€™re nothing, you dirty little girl.ā€Ā 
Youā€™re nodding, gasping for air and nodding as he speaks down to you, getting wetter as he speaks to you. ā€œMhm. Yes, Ohā€“ I do.ā€ He has a devilish grin and he moves forward to bite your lip and then kisses you deep.Ā 
ā€œJust needed a real man to dig this pussy out the right way, yeah? To stretch you out. They werenā€™t doing it like meā€¦ cā€™mon, I know youā€™re close. So sensitive and wet for me. This fucking pussyā€™s crying for me,ā€ And he was right, it was. It was weeping and with every stroke, more wetness covered his cock, dropping and splattering underneath you both. He licks the tears that fall from your face and asks you, ā€œYou like pleasing me? I can see it all over your face whenever I put my dick inside of you.ā€ More tears fall and you can only nod your head at him, sobbing.Ā 
His pace gets faster and more rough, bending your knees so that they touch your ears and your thighs shake move than they have today, thin milk colored cream mixed with wetness and so much overflowing cum leaks out of you but he doesnā€™t stop, just continues, slows down and then speeds up again. You canā€™t keep up with him, just lying there as he fucks you; small soft moans still leaving your lips. He coos at you, kissing your forehead. ā€œGonna fucking, cum inside my pussy, okay? This is my pussy.ā€ He asserts his dominance over you and your body more than any of the others. With a strained moan, he fills you up; just another load inside of you that makes your eyes roll back and eventually they close.Ā 
ā€œCome back to us babyā€¦ā€ You hear murmurs around you, your body hot and flushed all over, your cunt and tits sore. your throat is scratchy. ā€œI think she passed, right boys?ā€ They chuckle and nod before Geto speaks again, ā€œBut, letā€™s try again to make sure she really gets it.ā€
Just then, the door opens and you can hear a shocked gasp, everyone looks in that direction.Ā 
ā€œHey, Kusakbe, wanna train to be a sinner today?ā€ Your legs shook and you huffed, looking up at the man who just entered. He smirked at your vulnerable form.
ā€œWellā€¦What the hell, yeah.ā€ He unbuttoned his pants. ā€œReady for me, pretty?ā€
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capsi-cuminme Ā· 2 months ago
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Blowing Off Steam
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summary: in which you're very stressed, and sparring is the only way you can destress. you're having trouble finding a partner though, so logan volunteers to help.
pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader
word count: 1.7k
warnings: mild swearing, fingering, some dirty talk, lots of horny thoughts, 18+ MDNI
author's note: ahhhh sweaty logan on a fighting mat is all i need. anyways, thank you guys sm for the response on my other fic, as a gift i bring you smut ;)
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Youā€™re stressed. Youā€™ve been overworking yourself, you know it, and you need to relax, destress. Your body feels wound up with tension and energy, and youā€™re unable to release it. Itā€™s not like you have super complicated abilities that mess with your mind and make you lose your shit, no - thatā€™s Jeanā€™s set of troubles, not yours. Your ability is simple enough - super strength.Ā 
So what is it that isnā€™t simple then? Right. Someone you can actually truly train with and exert yourself out with. There arenā€™t a load of people who can physically keep up with your strength, not except Colossus, and even heā€™s just a kid. So when, at times, you want to blow some steam by training, you have next to no one to do it with.Ā 
Or, you didnā€™t, not until Logan came along. Youā€™ve sparred with him a couple of times, but only for excessively short periods of time, due to you not being able to keep your shit together because of his overwhelming attractiveness. Honestly, you donā€™t think itā€™s your fault that youā€™re unable to focus; his arms look like he could rip apart logs of wood with them, his shoulders are so wide that theyā€™re practically made for people to rest their ankles on, and his demeanor - his understated, wolfish demeanor makes you go insane.Ā 
And as if all these things werenā€™t bad enough on their own, they tend to get exponentially exemplified whenever you guys spar. Obviously, fighting makes him breathe hard and stuff. So your life becomes even tougher.Ā 
Really, you arenā€™t trying to be horny around him all the time. But thatā€™s the thing. Youā€™re pent up, stressed, overworked. Being a member of the X-Men means that it gets really hard to get laid due to several factors, and then when your coworkers are so hot? God help you.Ā 
As you sit on the gymā€™s bench, staring at the sparring mats, you strain your mind to think of someone to spar with. You could ask Colossus, the kidā€™s always more than ready and could give you some competition on one of your bad days. But thereā€™s too much of a risk. Youā€™re already restless with energy, itching to let yourself go; in case the kid isnā€™t prepared or you get too excited, youā€™d end up hurting him, which is something you canā€™t risk.Ā 
You could maybe go to Ororo and Scott, ask them to come at you together? The two of them together would successfully tire you out. Maybe theyā€™d become a bit more than youā€™re mentally willing to handle. You donā€™t want to have to strategise at every step.Ā 
God, you just need someone who can handle whatever you throw at them without having to think too much. Unfortunately for you, thereā€™s only one person in the mansion who can do that.Ā 
ā€œOh hey Bub, what you doing here? Got no classes to teach?ā€ The somehow smooth but gravelly voice breaks you out of your train of thought as you turn to look at Logan, entering the gymnasium.Ā 
Internally rejoicing at his choice of clothes - the white wifebeater under the oversized jacket - while simultaneously praying that he isnā€™t here to stay, you get up from your seat to speak to him. ā€œOh, nothing much. Just wanted to blow off some steam.ā€
ā€œAnd youā€™re blowing off steam byā€¦ sitting on the bench?ā€ He raises an eyebrow, looking at you questioningly.Ā 
You sigh through your nose, smiling exhaustedly. ā€œNo, genius. I was confused about what I should do to destress.ā€
Your prayers go down the drain as you notice his eyes light up at the prospect of a sparring partner. Nodding to the mats, he asks, ā€œYou wanna go?ā€
Tongue in cheek, you review your options for a moment. Go to bed frustrated and stressed, or fight an extremely attractive man whoā€™s also able to keep up with you.Ā 
ā€œSure, letā€™s go.ā€Ā 
And thatā€™s how you find yourself attempting to elbow Logan in the face. He dodges and takes a step back, but not too far. Turning, you see the grin etched on his face. Taking it as a challenge, you feign a movement to the right, but attack from the left. Your arm aims for his face, but he deflects it by pushing your momentum to one side, stepping away and behind you and putting you into a headlock.
ā€œWhatā€™s up?ā€ he murmurs into your ear. ā€œCanā€™t figure out what to do? Are you really that tired, huh?ā€Ā 
You felt his chest heave from behind you, his warm breath tickling your ear. Body humming with excitement and mind buzzing with the thrill of finally being in an equal match, you grit your jaw, throwing your head back against his. As much as you enjoy the tone of his voice, you hope it hits him in the mouth just so he can shut up, because being aroused is not something youā€™re looking forward to.Ā 
Yes youā€™re horny, maybe even a little perverted, but you truly donā€™t have any ulterior motives.Ā 
Logan hisses as his grip on you loosens. Shimmying your way out of his grip, you lunge at him, arms ready to swing, but instead of throwing a punch when you get near, you use your leg to swipe at his legs, resulting in him landing on his back.
Silently rejoicing, you straddle him, pulling your arm back to land a punch on his jaw, but unfortunately he grabs hold of your arms before you can do that. As a result, youā€™re left heaving on top of him, arms immobile, face right above his. You donā€™t miss the way he breathes, sweat trickling down his forehead, eyes glinting with something you canā€™t fully identify. You also donā€™t miss the dampness of your underwear, the electricity you feel where youā€™re sitting on him. You realize youā€™re playing a dangerous game. Just as youā€™re about to make a move to get up, Logan suddenly moves you by the grip he has on your arms, slamming you onto the mats with considerable force. He looms on top of you, looking down. You squeak in indignant surprise, but he pins your arms on both sides of your face, lodging his thigh between yours. You gasp, not expecting the sudden escalation of events. ā€œDarling, you know Iā€™ve got a heightened sense of smell, right?ā€ he asks, drawling. ā€œI can smell your arousal, practically feel how youā€™re soaking down there.ā€ Eyes wide and mouth agape, you stare up at him, not sure what to say, how to apologize. ā€œLogan, I- Iā€™m sor-ā€ ā€œDonā€™t have to say a word, Darling, Iā€™m the same as you,ā€ he emphasizes his point by rolling his hips against yours. You whimper quietly, feeling his erection pressing against your clit. ā€œIf Iā€™m not interpreting this correctly, you can stop me,ā€ he hums, getting closer to your face. Waiting for your approval, he looks at you. You close the distance between the both of you, borderline moaning as you feel his tongue grazing against your lips, asking to enter your mouth. More than willing, you grant him entry freely, whimpering as his tongue explores your mouth. You break the kiss, short of breath, but your distance doesnā€™t last long. Logan is sloppily making out with you as he grinds against you. Your bodies move hurriedly, in urgent need of release.Ā 
ā€œLo,ā€ you gasp between the kisses, ā€œneed you so bad, please.ā€ He complies, hands leaving your arms as he gets on his haunches and quickly unbuttons your pants, pulling them down. His hand moves to your pussy, thumb pressing against your clit, gauging your reaction. Your eyes widen due to the unexpected movement, and you gasp. Satisfied with your response, he rubs short, quick circles against your clit, stimulating you as he slowly pushes in one finger. You moan, hands reaching down to stop the sudden intrusion. Itā€™s been a while since youā€™ve done this, so your bodyā€™s sensitivity is at an all-time high. Logan doesnā€™t care, swatting away your hands, slipping in another finger. He moves them in shallow thrusts, stretching you out while looking for the spot thatā€™ll finally get you wound up enough for his liking. You bite your lip to keep yourself silent, staring at the way Loā€™s fingers pump in and out of you, making a mess out of your cunt. Suddenly, his fingers press into that spot that youā€™re never quite able to reach yourself, making you let out a loud moan. ā€œLo, Lo please, right there please, donā€™t stop-ā€ you break your own voice off with an even louder whimper, eyes closing due to the pleasure. Logan watches you with keen eyes trained on your face. He speeds up his fingers and thumb, enjoying your reaction thoroughly, as it ignites something deep within him. He palms himself lightly, hissing as he realizes how hard he is. ā€œShit, darling, you make me insane,ā€ he mumbles, guiding one of your hands to the bulge in his jeans, making you feel him. Your mouth falls open with a little ā€œoh,ā€ as you feel him. You try to palm him to relieve some of his tension, but fail as his fingers pump in and out of you, driving you closer and closer to the edge. ā€œO- oh God, Lo, Iā€™m cumming, please please please-ā€ you moan loudly as your orgasm crashes over you, thrashing on the mat. Logan holds down your hips, continuing his languid movements, easing you out of the feeling in waves. As you finally relax, catching your breath, you look up at him, unsure of what comes next. Usually by this point, guys tended to take their own pants off. Loganā€™s were still very much on. Before you could verbalize your confusion, he speaks. ā€œI think weā€™ve blown enough steam off in the gym,ā€ he chuckles. ā€œI donā€™t want Charles to gimļæ½ļæ½me looks the entire month. I say we take this upstairs bub, what dā€™ya say?ā€
You stare up at him, wondering why heā€™s even asking, when thereā€™s only one possible answer you could make out through the haziness of your mind. ā€œYes, letā€™s go.ā€
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thelostconsultant Ā· 2 months ago
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Not a gold digger
pairing: Max Verstappen x reader
summary: Fans think you only want Max's money. But as it turns out, you were wealthy before he came into your life--you just don't make it obvious.
warnings: No smut, but there's a part that makes me say MDNI.
note: So... I'm kinda back? Idk, I'll see if I'll stick around.
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The toxicity of the fandom was becoming quite entertaining, really. It was the third time since you and Max had made your relationship public half a year ago that someone started an anti gold digger campaign to protect your boyfriend. They truly believed they were doing this for a greater good, and they all begged Max for his attention.
It always began after they sniffed out he had given you something expensive as a gift or took you shopping to a luxury boutique. While there were some people who tried to protect you by pointing out that maybe he enjoyed showering you with gifts, the rest didn't care about that.Ā 
You lived in a small apartment back home, you were driving a five years old Renault SUV, and no one knew what you did for a living. This was enough to enrage them and make them believe all you wanted was Max's money at the end of the day. Just think about the way she's looking at him, one of them wrote about two months ago, she's so clearly not in love with him. Poor Max, someone please save him.Ā 
Ridiculous.
ā€œIs everything okay?ā€ he asked when he got home and kissed the top of your head.Ā 
You were sitting in his sim rig, using the time while it was free to practice, because you wanted to play with him when you weren't here together, and he was more than happy to show you the basics. ā€œSomeone started another campaign to cancel me,ā€ you replied casually as you got out with his help.Ā 
Even when you were standing in front of him, he didn't let go of your hand, instead he raised it to his lips to place a soft kiss on its back. ā€œGold digging?ā€ You nodded with a sad look on your face, but less than five seconds later you were both laughing. ā€œLook, I know you're having way too much fun with this, butā€“ā€
Without waiting for him to finish, you raised your hand to make him stop. ā€œI'm not stepping out of the shadows, Max. I've been hiding for years, even fucking Forbes doesn't know my real name or face,ā€ you told him.
Back in the old days, when Bitcoin appeared, your geeky uncle had gotten into mining and trading it. He knew the potential, so he put most of his savings into buying them, then he held onto them, and by the time he got sick years later, he knew they were valuable and would be worth a lot more in the upcoming years. In his will, he left his savings and his wallet to you, giving you the chance to use them as you wished since you had learned everything about crypto from him.
So now you had Bitcoin as well as old fashioned investments, and you had used your money to help out an up-and-coming tech company for a forty percent share, and it was later sold to a tech giant for a lot of money. But despite your wealth, you chose to stay under the radar, because you loved your small apartment, and you weren't about to trade it for some fancy penthouse.Ā 
You had met Max the year before in Las Vegas. F1 was a sport you watched with your uncle while he was still alive, and you were hell-bent on getting a VIP pass for the weekend. If you asked your boyfriend, he would say it was love at first sight, but in reality he was just annoyed by you. For a solid ten seconds, he would correct you every time you talked about it.
You agreed that you would hide in Max's apartment until this latest campaign died down, which gave you some time to spend together in peace. Every now and then you checked the tags to see how things were going, and after the silence of the past few days, today your name was trending again. Ready to have a good laugh, you opened the tag, but the most popular post gave you a minor stroke.
ā€œOh, fuck me,ā€ you yelled as you launched your phone into the couch.
Max pulled the headset down to his neck as he looked over at you. ā€œIs everything okay?ā€ You raised your finger to your lips as if you wanted him to stay quiet, but luckily he got the message. ā€œI'm muted. So?ā€
You grabbed your phone and went over to him. ā€œThey know. One of those idiots from the company I helped back in the day posted a tweet to protect me, saying that if it wasn't for me being an angel investor, they wouldn't be millionaires now,ā€ you summarized as you gave him the device.
He scrolled through a series of tweets, and found a post from a journalist of Forbes in which he promised a proper investigative piece based on this info. He handed you the phone, then wrapped an arm around your waist. ā€œIt's okay, schatje. I know that's not what you wanted, but maybe they'll stop with the recurring hate campaign now,ā€ he tried. ā€œAnd if youā€™re worried about the articleā€¦ Donā€™t be. There is nothing compromising about you. Yes, you inherited the money, but you have proven you know what to do with it.ā€
ā€œMaybe youā€™re right,ā€ you admitted with a sigh.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m usually right. Cā€™mere,ā€ he said as he reached out to pull you closer, but you glanced over at the camera. Rolling his eyes, he quickly turned it off, then gave you an expectant look. ā€œWill you hug me now? And I want a kiss too.ā€
With a laugh, you leaned down to wrap your arms around his neck and gave him a soft kiss. But he wanted more, his hand slowly sneaked under your shorts, his fingers running over your clothed cunt before he decided to pull your panties aside and dip a finger between your folds. You moaned into the kiss, but he pulled away a second later to lick his finger clean.Ā 
Shaking your head with a chuckle, you patted his shoulder and walked back to the couch. You could feel Maxā€™s eyes on you the whole time, and when you looked at him again, he flashed a devilish smile at you. ā€œI should quit the stream. Now that I had a taste, I want more,ā€ he told you.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m not going anywhere, just try to be patient.ā€
He looked back at the screen, then put the headset back on his head and unmuted his mic. ā€œSorry, I have to go. See you next time,ā€ he told the others, then logged out. You couldnā€™t remember the last time he left the sim rig this fast, and only a few seconds later he was kneeling in front of you, eagerly reaching up to pull your shorts off you.
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f1gossips: Breaking news! Turns out Max Verstappen's girlfriend isn't a gold digger after all as she has her own fortune according to the investigative article published by Forbes. Will the fans apologize?
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user2: And here I was, thinking she's just a greedy airhead...
user3: Easy to be wealthy with your uncle's money.
ā†³ user4: Have you read the whole thing? She invested the money and helped out several startups--that later became pretty successful--as an angel investor. Yes, maybe she inherited a lot of money, but she knows what to do with it.
ā†³ user5: May I remind you how many F1 drivers started their careers with their families's money?
user6: Told you she wasn't a gold digger. Suck it, haters.
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allovesthings Ā· 6 months ago
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In my opinion, the butt jokes are incredibly incredibly tired.
So here are several fun facts about Dick that you can use for comedic effects/running jokes instead:
His hatred of Capes. Listen we are talking about Dick wore a yellow cape for 9 to 10 years in universe Grayson. The moment he changed his costume, he straight refused to ever wear a cape again, the only time he had to wear one, it was as Batman and it was very very frustrating for him.
You know that when he watched the Incredibles with Lian and Roy or Damian and Edna Mode came on screen with her hatred of capes, this was his reaction:
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Someone else finally understand him. She instantly became his favorite character.
His tendency to put unknown substances/evidence in his mouth and being able to identify it by taste and his knowledge of what Heroin taste like (yep still not over it).
It's both impressive (the fact that he can actually identify something by taste alone is impressive) and gross and even his closest friends don't understand why he is the way that he is, Do we think it's the Bat training or do we think it's just Dick (tm)... I feel like it has to be just Dick, right ? considering everything in Gotham is a toxin of some kind ? How many heart attack do we think he gave both Bruce and the Titans with that ?
Dick Grayson namer of superhero things: Listen, I just learned that Dick named the Arrowcave and now I just kinda love the idea of a running joke that every time a classic superhero in contact with Robin has a goofy name for something superhero related, it probably comes from the 9 year old superhero who thought it sounded cool.
The Titans are never letting that go and Dick doesn't want to talk about it (but he secretly still really like the names, they were cool when he was 9 and pretty practical when you think about it, thank you very much).
Everyone has a crush on him (tm): Honestly it is pretty funny that everyone and theirs entire family have a crush on Nightwing (and also pretty consistent canon since Raven in ntt). The reaction of the batfam is annoyed because that's gross, it's Dick, theirs brother/son, and the Titans are amused (Donna, Vic, Garth and maybe Wally) or maybe sorta part of the people who have had a crush on him (Kory obviously , Roy, Raven).
You do need to be careful with that, but I think if you do the opposite of what DC is usually doing, you'll be fine.
Also you can also includes the disastrous first date with supergirl in that. She also had a crush on him and they date was so horrible that he considered changing superhero identity because it was so embarrassing (truly one of the greatest plot-point on Superman/batman world finest honestly and this series is genuinely my favorite modern/current series)..
His petty side when he doesn't like someone: Listen, Dick has a petty side, ask Helena circa Outsiders (2003), Talia (always), Jason circa the late 2000s (Morrison era) and Azrael (also always). When he doesn't like people but has to work with them, he is going to be a little shit because they have to know he doesn't like them. it's important. and the comedic potential of Nightwing, one of the most competent, known and admired hero of the community being so petty is excellent. 10 out of 10, I need him to work with someone he hates again just for the fun of it.
The last one is just an headcanon and do not have basis in canon as far as I know:
Sometimes, as an adult, Nightwing says Holy shit in front of a classic superhero and that superhero does a double take because they are so used to him saying Holy goly batman (and that include Batman).
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Cregan Stark x Targaryen daughter of Rhaenyra
I donā€™t have a deep plot but I do have an idea. What if reader takes the place of Jace and flies to encourage Cregan like in the recent episode and heā€™s mesmerized by her beauty? šŸ‘€ Something along those lines ā€” feel free to add or change it! ā˜ŗļø Thanks!
Snowflakes, Stolen Looks, and Beating Hearts
(Cregan Stark x Strong!Reader)
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Summary: When you are sent with your brother Jacaerys to meet up with the Lord in the North, Cregan Stark, some feeling being to make the both of you light headed and forget just exactly what duty calls from the both of you.Ā 
Word Count: 4.5k
Warnings: MAYBE POSSIBLE SPOILER ISH FOR EP 1. Yearning, possible OOC for Cregan (love does things to a man can you blame him??), Use of (Y/N)
A/N: This tookā€¦too long to write. I wanted to make this a yearning lovesick-y fic of Cregan that I have been DYING for and kept mulling over all the details. BUT ALAS it is here, I hope it filled your request and you all enjoy!!
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You never thought that you would see snow.
You always wished to see it, having heard of its beauty. Ice falling from the sky in beautifully small flakes that seemed to be sewn together by the gods.
Looking at the palm of your hand, you smiled as you studied the pattern of the snowflake. Its exquisite beauty only lasting mere seconds as it began to melt into the valleys of your skin. A small frown made its way in place of your smile as you temporarily mourned the flake, before you wiped your hand on your cloak.
To think this place was blanketed in such beauty for the entire year.
Just ahead, Jace took a glance over his shoulder as he stared at the spectacle that was you. You stood next to your dragon, still as ever letting the snow collect on your hair and shoulders. You looked statue-esque as you continued to catch snowflakes, admiring them before they met their inevitable fate. Lost in your own world as you took a moment to forget about everything that had been plaguing you for the past few months.
He wished he could do the same, even for just a moment. Arriving at Winterfell, had him feeling on edge. For his whole life Jacaerys had protected you, feeling it was his duty to make sure nothing ever hurt you. The both of you, him being the first son of Queen Rhaenyra and you the first and only daughter, had grown up to know the true meaning of duty. This alone had bonded the two of you practically to the hip, it did not matter that you were older than him.
Looking back at you, he smiled as he saw how much snow had collected on your hairā€¦people could mistake you for a ā€œtrueā€ Targaryenā€¦
That alone reminded him of the reason they were there.
ā€œ(Y/N)...cā€™mon we mustn't be even more late than we already are to meet with Lord Stark. Nightfall will be upon us yetā€¦ā€
He watched as you finally looked up from the palm of your hand and sighed. Shaking the snow off of your head and shoulders, you rushed to meet his pace.
ā€œI must say, I quite like this cold. It's much better than the humidity we face on Dragonstone.ā€
This earned a chuckle from Jacaerys. ā€œIs that what you think of now? Not what to say to Lord Stark? What words to sew together to ensure he is our ally?ā€
ā€œI do not need to take such action. Diplomacy comes easy to me. Besides, the Starks are known to be loyal to a fault.ā€
That much was true. Jace wasnā€™t entirely sure why he felt such anxiety with this meeting. It could have been that the simple act of ensuring allyship meant that war was truly upon your house. Or perhaps it could have simply just been that he did not wish to look a fool aside you as you expertly made your way through conversation with Lord Stark despite this being your first meeting. Since the both of you were small you had a knack for persuading people with your words. The Silver Tongued Dragon, you had been known as not long after this talent was found out.
Yes, he had nothing to fear. This would all go smoothly.
ā€œLord Stark, Prince Jacaeyrs Velaryon and Princess (Y/N) Velaryon of House Velaryon have arrived.ā€
Cregan nodded to the squire, straightening his cloak as he strapped Ice to his back.
This meeting in particular was one he was not too entirely worried about. House Stark had bent the knee to King Viseryā€™s when he named his daughter as heir to the iron throne. This matter had been in the back of Creganā€™s mind, with many more pressing matters being his top priority. He supposed that is why he often did not make the best first impressions, as his priorities were not that of the common list that many found themselves concerned with. He did not take an immediate interest in the pursuit of heirs or of ensuring that the house had a formidable reputation. Duty was his priority.
This meeting was a matter of formality to him. To ensure that he would stand behind Queen Rhanerya and support her in whatever way he could, without crippling the defenses on the Wall.
His hands reached back to tie his hair halfway up, his eyes focusing on the black ice of the steps. As his fingers struggled to snap the band around, he finally looked up to meet the faces of the two young dragons.
When his eyes met yours, everything seemed to stop.
It was as if the snows knew to freeze this moment over, so he could have the chance to meet your eye.
Cregan Stark had heard of the beauty of the old Valyria. He listened to the stories men shared of the silver haired house that brought out the darkest of temptations of man. How their men and women held a grace about them that had wives and husbands lust for just the touch of their hand on theirs.
As he looked at you, he felt that those stories were watered down backswill of a drunkard. There was not a word within the all known language of the Seven Kingdoms that could describe what he felt in this moment as he had the fortune to lay his eye upon you. He felt his grip on the banister tighten as he took in the sight of you. You, who looked up at him with the most mesmerizing beautiful eyes that only looked at him.Ā 
It wasn't until he saw the rise and fall of your own chest did he remember to breathe.
ā€œLord Stark, It's an honor to make your acquaintance.ā€
Looking over at your brother, Cregan cleared his throat as he made his way down the stairs to properly shake his hand.
ā€œThe honor is all mine, to host the both of you here. My apologies for the weather, but it is the North.ā€
His accent stuck out to you. On Dragonstone and even throughout the Keep, when you had stayed there once upon a time, people often shrouded themselves in uppity falsehoods. Either to seem as if they were meant to truly walk amongst you, or to be someone entirely different from whence they came. It was part of the reason why you were so glad to have fled to Dragonstone, there were not as many falsehoods there.
So to see Cregan Stark have no fear in brandishing his weaponry, and speak to you in the laced tongue of the North was refreshing. You were drawn to the way he felt as if the niceties of royalty were second thought. As if the both of you could afford to toss aside pleasantries. It made you smile.
There was something else to be said about the Northerner. Just the way he stood before the both of you alone was enough action to intrigue you.
ā€œLady Velaryon, itā€™s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.ā€
When his hand enveloped yours, you felt your breath catch in your throat. His eyes did not leave yours, as he lifted your knuckles to his lips.
ā€œI wish it under other circumstances, Lord Stark.ā€
Giving him a small smile, the two of you stood there eye in eye. He had yet to let go of your hand as the two of you held each other there. When you stood this close to him you were able to get a better look at the man they had named Wolf of the North. Cregan Stark stood before you, dressed in fur and leather, bowing as he held your hand. You couldnā€™t help but feel your heart flutter as he held your eye. A flurry of grey and blue looked at you, purely you, and you couldn't help but feel as if that's all he wanted to do. Just as you stood there now, feeling consumed by the eye of the storm and wanting nothing more but to throw yourself to the whims of the winds.
ā€œLord Stark, Is there somewhere more private we could discuss?ā€
Feeling the hot stare of Jacaerys gaze on you, you regrettably took your hand from Creganā€™s grasp. The imprint of his warmth on your skin remained, even through the leather, making you bring your hand to your chest as you bowed your head to him quickly.
Clearing his throat, Cregan looked at Jacaerys with a nod before motioning to the large metal lift.
ā€œ ā€˜Course, let us talk atop the Wall.ā€
Jacaeryā€™s held your eye for a moment as the both of you followed the Wolf. His eyes held a question within them as the two of you silently spoke. He had watched that whole scene unfold, having been a bystander to the tension that grew with every second that Cregan held your gaze. You simply rolled your eyes as you shoved him before following the Northerner into the metal cage.
Closing your eyes, you froze for a moment to feel the northern winds run through your hair and cloak. Snowflakes found themselves resting on you again, drawn to the warmth that ran through your Targaryen blood. As the lift brought you higher and higher into the sky, level with where you flew your dragon, it almost felt as if the air in your lungs crystallized.
ā€œSo tell me Lord Stark, What is this that falls from the sky and shivers my bones? Is it not still summer throughout the isles of the Seven Kingdoms?ā€
Cregan was so lost in his jealousy of the snowflakes that rested upon your skin that he almost didn't hear you speak. It wasn't until you had opened your eyes and looked at him through your lashes did he realize you had addressed him.
ā€œThis is only a late summer snow, my princess. In the true winter it will cover all you see, any memories you hold of warmth will be forgotten.ā€
ā€œSounds..hauntingly beautiful. Whilst this is my first time seeing snow it is my understanding that this is not the first time our ancestors have met here to treat? If I am correct it was theā€¦Conqueror and the King in the North?ā€Ā 
Jacaerys felt a relief fall over his shoulders as he heard you expertly laced the matter at hand into conversation. His eyes landed on Cregan as he watched the man hang onto every word you spoke. Not once had he looked at Jacaerys after the three of you stepped into the lift. His eyes never left you even before you spoke. He would like to think that it was because of the presence and attention you demanded. He had seen it many a time before, people could not look away from you whenever you entered a room, and their fates were often sealed after you had started to speak.
But, something else lay within his gaze. Jacaerys had seen that look before. The look of total awe and devotion to the other.
It was the same exact look he gave Baela.
ā€œSurely the great Torrhen Stark would have sooner died than bent the knee. Unless of course he believed the Conqueror could bring unity to the Seven Kingdoms?ā€Ā 
Cregan looked over to Jacaerys with a sigh. This meeting was meant for diplomacy, he had to remind himself of this as he looked to the Prince. He felt a crease grow within his brow as the three of you walked throughout the icy walkways of the top of the wall.
When your hand reached to hold his arm, he felt a fire light in his chest at your touch alone. It was as if you took all his pain and worry, forbidding it from plaguing him. When he took the opportunity to look over at you, he felt the ice in his veins thaw.Ā 
ā€œWhat my brother is getting at, Lord Stark, is that there is a threat upon the unity to the Seven Kingdoms. One that would tear the realm apart if the men and women who swore an oath to our grandfather do not remember who the rightful heir is. You understand our concerns do you not?ā€
ā€œStarks do not forget their oaths, my princessā€¦ā€
Looking at your hand placed on the crook of his elbow, he swallowed as he rested his hand atop yours.
ā€œCan we depend on your men if the time comes that the Hightowers declare war upon our motherā€™s claim to the throne?ā€
Looking at Jacaerys, Cregan swallowed. He should not have felt torn, but he did. He needed his men here, to defend the wall from that which dared to plague Westeros. There were forces that lay in wait, that threatened the sanctity of not only the North but the South as well. He did not wish for his duty to falter in this dire time of need. But he had seen the worry in your eye. He knew that you were dependent on the power of the North if your motherā€™s throne, if you family was meant to remain the next in line. Another part of him wanted to promise whatever he could, whatever you needed just at the drop of the word.
ā€œYou must understand my hesitation, my Prince. Whilst I wish for nothing more than to offer you the whole of which the North has to offer, I must keep my army here to defend the Wall. Do you think my ancestors built a seven hundred foot wall to keep out snow and savages?ā€
As the three of you approached a divet within the wall, all of a sudden a very overwhelming dread filled your stomach. Looking over the edge, you saw nothing but a vast forest, covered in snow. But for some reason, the dragon within you faltered. Every sense you had was screaming at you to back away from the ledge that you took further steps towards.Ā 
ā€œWhat does it keep out?ā€ Jace asked, as he felt his heart fall in his chest at the sight of you taking a closer step to the edge of the Wall.
ā€œDeath.ā€
You took a moment to look over your shoulder at Cregan once hearing the declaration. You had heard stories about the meeting place that took place here. How when King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne stood in your very spot, their dragons refused to cross the threshold. It made your stomach drop just at the idea of there being something more beyond the wall. That was a thought for another time however.
Both Jace and Cregan watched as you stood still as a statue once more, looking over the land of the North.
ā€œI understand your hesitation to pull your men from the Wall, Lord Stark. It is quite the responsibility you have here,ā€ Taking a step back, you swallowed as you smoothed your hair back. Jace offered you a hand to steady yourself as you took a few steps back from the edge.
ā€œAll we ask is that you provide whatever you can when the time comes. In return I personally can promise youā€™ll have mine when needed.ā€
Cregan sighed as he looked between the Wall and you. That alone had just sealed his fate, that he truely would give you whatever you needed, especially now knowing that you felt a duty to protect what was his as well. He could see it in your eyes when you looked over that edge. You believe his tales of things that lurked in the dark, just as he believed you when it came to the vile words of treachery.
The both of you would need the other soon enough yet.
ā€œI can offer you thousands of greybeards. They have seen far too many winters, having grown a distaste for the cold. Their skills are well honed, and they can be ready to fight at a moment's notice. They will fight hard for you, like Northerners.ā€
There was a visible tension that dropped from the both of your and Jaceā€™s shoulders after his words. Your brother rested his hand on your shoulder as you clasped your hands together in front of you. Jace then reached forward to shake Creganā€™s hand with both of his.
ā€œThank you Lord Stark. Your promises will not be forgotten.ā€
Finding your way beside the both of them, you clapped your hand on both their shoulders with a beaming smile.
ā€œLets celebrate shall we?ā€
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He couldn't take his eyes off you.
You sat across the table, the warmth of the candle light that lit up the meeting hall suiting itself well on your cheeks. You had settled in well at the opposite head of the table, chatting with other Northern women. You were content, from as well as he could tell.
His eyes hadnā€™t left you since the minute you found yourself in his halls, drinking his wine and eating his food. There was something that stirred in the pits of his stomach as heā€¦provided for you. In the ways of war and also in the niceties of comfort. You had taken well to both, and he planned to bathe in your presence for as long as he could before you took your inevitable departure.
After that he wasnā€™t sure he would see you again ever.
While he should have been fine with that, as he had told himself a multitude of times that courting and the ways of society were well beyond his interests, something made him sick at the idea of letting you just slip away because of some silly notions he had been telling himself. You had bewitched him at first glance, and as he had taken in more of your presence throughout the day he could rightfully say that you had taken up a space in his mind if not in its entirety.Ā 
His hand gripped his chin tighter at these thoughts alone.
ā€œLord Starkā€¦ā€Ā 
Shaking his head, he looked over to see your brother standing beside him.
ā€œMy prince, to what do I owe the pleasure?ā€
Jace motioned to the chair besides Cregan, sitting down as the Lord motioned him. Taking one last look at you, as you laughed aloud at whatever the person holding your attention had said, he figured he could spare a moment of his attention being somewhere else.
ā€œI just wanted to come by and thank you once again for pledging your support. I know it was not your responsibility to ease my anxieties but you did anyway, and I am grateful for it.ā€
He gave a curt smile to the prince, turning his body to face him to ensure that he was indeed involved in whatever conversation Jacaerys had meant to begin. However that could not be further from the truth as his mind began to wander.
ā€œA Stark never forgets their oath. I would not be the man I am today had I intended to ever break it. ā€œ
ā€œI figured as much. My sister said quite the same thing when we arrived, she being the more faithful one.ā€
Cregan smiled at the comment, taking another look over to you. You were alone in thought now, whoever you were speaking with having taken your attention for granted no doubt and departing to enjoy the festivities that were about. You were looking out the window, taking in the snow of the North like you had been earlier that day.
ā€œShe the smarter of the two of you hmm?ā€ He quipped, smirking as he watched Jace chuckle to himself.
ā€œShe is the smartest out of all my siblings I would say. (Y/N) has always been a good judge of character, I donā€™t think I have ever seen her put her trust into someone who didnā€™t deserve it.ā€
His heart jumped at the words Jace bestowed upon him. Somehow knowing that you trusted him, that he was one of the few that could claim to have earned your admiration even within just a few words made him feel stronger in a sense. Is this what men talked about, when they said that the affection of a woman made them feel as if they could move the hills? If this is how he felt just at the mention of your trusting him, he couldnā€™t help but ponder on how he would feel from being the object of your affections.
ā€œI think that might be one of the main reasons why she hasnā€™t been courted.ā€
Cregan froze, feeling himself look over at you once again. For some reason the thought did not run through his mind that your hand could have already been called for. It stirred something in him, knowing that your name was still Velaryon.
Your seat was empty when Cregan looked over again. He saw your silhouette turn the corner quickly, vanishing in a flurry of red and black.
ā€œEnjoy the rest of the meal my prince.ā€ Cregan laid his hand on Jaceā€™s shoulder before making his exit in the same direction that you had.
Jace smiled to himself as he watched the man quickly follow your footsteps with haste, his cloak making a rather dramatic arch at the turn.
There you stood, looking into the sky. You looked as if you were infatuated by the moon herself, lit up only by her beam as snowflakes flitted around you. If it was possible for you to look anymore ethereal Cregan would become devote. You were cast in a halo of moonlight, so entranced that it almost made him guilty for interrupting such an intimate moment.
Looking over your shoulder, he swallowed whatever nerves he was feeling so he could actually have the opportunity to talk with you. But then you smiled at him, and he felt himself grow weak. Part of him wanted to fight against this foreign feeling, the other wanted to bask in it.
ā€œLord Stark, I hope my leaving didnā€™t come off as rude. I wanted to enjoy the cold for just a little longer.ā€
ā€œNot at all. Iā€™m glad you have taken such an interest in what others would consider harsh.ā€
This got a small hum from you as you held your gloved hand out. ā€œHow one could consider this harsh is beyond me.ā€
Cregan chuckled to himself as he came to stand next to you, watching as you studied the snowflake in your palm.
ā€œWinter is not often kind. The cold and ice have a tendency to turn those away, since it takes so much and gives so little.ā€
ā€œFire does the same, yet people hold it in such a high regard. People should do the same with snow.ā€
Cregan hung onto every word you said, taking this private moment deep within. Hearing you speak so poetically, especially when the topic was anything other than the purpose of which you came. To get a glimpse into who you were, to know the person that was you made him think of a million other questions to ask just to fill out every step it took to understanding you.
He watched you closely as you brought your hand down, and held your arms when you looked up. The cloak you had dawned earlier was nowhere in sight, and if he could recall it had been left behind on your chair in the haste of leaving the room. Cregan was quick to remove his own fur lined cloak, and drape it across your shoulders. It swallowed you, enveloping you in the lingering warmth that was him.
ā€œThank you, you did not have to.ā€
ā€œWhat type of a host would I be if I let you freeze?ā€
You laughed at his comment, a full laugh, and placed your hand on his bicep. It was still cold, from catching snowflakes, but it warmed him none the less.
ā€œPlus, it looks better on you. The North suits you.ā€
A flash of blush rested on your cheeks at the comment, and made you tighten the grip on his cloak.
ā€œThank you, Lord Stark. I do have to say of all the places Iā€™ve been I think I have enjoyed my time here the most.ā€
With a nod, he clasped his hands behind his back before leaning a little closer to whisper to you.
ā€œWell I hope then that the next time you are here I can show you all that Winterfell has to offer..that is if there is a next time?ā€
You both had turned to face each other now, your hand still holding his arm as you looked up and only him now. He looked at you the same way the moon did, and you basked in the warmth of him in the same way.
Reaching forward, his hand came to hold a bit of your bang before wiping the snow from it and tucking it behind your ear. His hand came to rest on your cheek, holding the side of your face as the both of you were able to finally really look at each other without the wandering eye of anyone else.
He took his time committing your face to memory, just in case this was truly the last time he would see you. Cregan wanted to make sure his dreams were able to replicate the image of you.
You stood there, doing the same. You were surrounded by him entirely, in scent and sight. This entire afternoon when he wasnā€™t looking at you, you were looking at him. You could feel this back and forth game of cat and mouse that had played out, but there was a nagging reminder of everything that lead to this meeting and everything that waited after it.
Perhaps you could take this night to bask in something that wasnā€™t duty.
ā€œI could entertain the thought, only if you could make the trip worthwhile.ā€
This earned a laugh from the northerner as he looked at you, and his thumb ran under your eye. The feeling off his touch had you feeling drunk off his attention. Oh you were absolutely certain if anyone had seen the two of you in this exact moment there would be many an accusation.
ā€œOh? And how exactly would I do that my princess?ā€ He mused, looking at you tenderly
Reaching to hold the wrist of the hand that held you, you stroked his wrist and hummed.
ā€œGive me a reason to come back, Cregan Stark. A reason that isn't just snow, or the cold. Something that is more than the North. More than duty.ā€
He stood there, just staring back into your eyes as he thought of the declaration. To give you a true and proper reason to ride all the way back here, where he was nothing but duty and sacrifice. To give you a part of him that was something else completely. You asked this of him as if it was the easiest thing he could sacrifice in order to see you again.
It should have been a hard request to fill. A question that should have left him tormented when giving the answer.
But somehow his answer was sealed the minute you stepped into view.
ā€œMeā€¦Come back for me.ā€
In the silent moment between the two of you, all that could be heard was the howl of the wind and the beating of your hearts as they became forever joined with just a touch.
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āž¤ PAIRING ā€” heeseung Ɨ fem! reader
āž¤ GENRE ā€” romance, smut, fluff, comedy if you squint, f2l, college au
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You lift your head from the fiction book it was practically buried in, taking in your surroundings. The cafeteria was huddled with people, either stuffing their faces or babbling too much to care about their cold food.Ā Reaching for your spoon, you fit the last of your rice into your mouth, chewing far too slow, with a sudden foul expression. You stare at Beomgyu, who weirdly stumbles his way towards you. What an idiot.
He makes his way to chair beside you, carelessly dragging it to sit down. You swallow expectedly, pulling a poker face. Beomgyuā€™s the last person youā€™d talk to, truly because he was a complete imbecile. The kind that if you were to tell him that he was one, he'd start fake crying and stick his very blue tongue out. (Yes he almost always has a blue fucking lollipop stuck in his mouth, and it TOTALLY irks you.)
Clearly not a big fan of him. So why would said Beomgyu come up to you?
He rotates his chair to completely face yours, letting out a deep breath; smiling at you uneasily. You arch your eyebrow, holding back a snort at how stupid he looks eyeing you.
ā€œUh..hi.. Iā€™m Beomgyu, Choiā€”ā€ he says; getting cut off by you before he could finish.
ā€œChoi Beomgyu, I know,ā€ you drawl. Who doesn't at this point?
He swallows nervously; eyes wandering away from yours, ā€œLook, I know this is totally out of character for me, and I would kill to go back but, I kind of need your helpā€ he whispers as if to make sure no one hears him.
Your face contorts into disbelief and confusion. Thats odd.
ā€œHelp? Why would you need my help?, donā€™t you have your buddies for that?ā€
Beomgyu's nervous, fidgeting with his fingers on the table. ā€œWell, they could try, but it won't really help,ā€ he confesses. ā€œMy grades are too low, I can't keep up the act of being okay, you know?ā€ he mutters lowly.
You press your tongue against your cheek, getting what heā€™s trying to say.
ā€œSo, you're asking if I can tutor you?" you clarify, waiting for his nod. He quietly agrees. While tutoring isnā€™t exactly your specialty, youā€™ve given it a shot in the past. You could easily say no and leave him without help, but the opportunity to earn some extra cash is tempting enough to give it a go.
ā€œAlright, what's the wage?ā€ you ask in a relaxed tone. Beomgyu seems relieved, attempting to hide his grin.
ā€œThinking $10 per hour?ā€ he suggests tentatively.
ā€œNot quite what I had in mind,ā€ you respond, unimpressed. Come on Beomgyu, youā€™re pretty loaded.
ā€œHow about $15?ā€ he proposes without hesitation.
ā€œHmm, on second thought..ā€
ā€œ$25!ā€ he interjects, irritation creeping into his voice.
You smile, content with the improved offer. ā€œDeal.ā€
ā€œGreat, we can meet at my apartment, I just moved in last month; I need to be independent apparentlyā€ he says quickly. ā€œJust a heads up, I have a roommate. I totally had to fight him for the apartment, so weā€™re rooming. He won't be a bother, we'll just have the place to ourselves in my room, heā€™s never home anywayā€.
You nod in understanding and inquire, ā€œIs he from around here?ā€ Beomgyu nods and responds, ā€œYeah, his name's Heeseung, you know, the one thatsā€™s boring AF?ā€
You take a brief pause, running your tongue over your lips as you wrack your brain for any sign of a Heeseung among your classmates. Surprisingly, you canā€™t seem to place him, which is unusual since you typically have a good grasp of everyone in your year. It's possible that Heeseung is just someone who prefers to stay under the radar, which might explain why you havenā€™t heard of him.
ā€œWeird, I donā€™t know a Heeseung in our yearā€ you say with confused tone.
Beomgyu shrugs nonchalantly, his eyes rolling in dismissal. ā€œHeā€™s always been like that. Anyway, Iā€™m only still rooming with him because, well, he's almost never home and I canā€™t cookā€ he says, eyes bored.
The lunch bell rings loudly, abruptly halting your conversation. You glance at Beomgyu and manage a small smile. ā€œIā€™ll drop by tomorrow; today's just too busy, you inform him. He gives a thumbs-up in response. With that settled, you start clearing your tray.
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Exiting the elevator, you walk down the corridor, each step bringing you closer to Beomgyu's door. He's waiting for you, his dark hair easy to spot in the hallway. You approach him, greeting him by waving your hand.
You quickly kick off your sneakers and step in, scanning the area with a keen eye. Everything looks neat enough, but the sight of a mop leaning against the wall and the freshly mopped floor makes you wonder. Did he just clean up right before you got here? Seems likely, considering he didn't bother to sweep before mopping. Looks like cleaning isn't really his thing.
Beomgyu gestures towards his room, pulling you out of your thoughts. You follow him inside, and as you step in, youā€™re greeted by a burst of color. The walls are painted a bold red, adorned with pictures and posters of basketball stars and iconic moments. You can't help but admire the shiny pictures that catch the light, giving the room a vibrant energy. ā€œCool roomā€ you say, feeling drawn to the bright atmosphere created by all the basketball themed decor.
ā€œThanksā€ he says proudly, glancing up at his room.
You glance over at him, smoothly pulling out one of the chairs positioned by the desk, then lowering yourself onto its burgundy red cushion. Beomgyu follows your lead, exhaling audibly as he takes a seat beside you. He picks up a book from his cluttered desk and flips through it, his brow furrowed in concentration. Eventually, he slides it over to you, saying quietly, ā€˜I don't understand this.ā€™
Examining the content, you meet Beomgyu's gaze with a bored expression. ā€œBeomgyu, this is really basic," you remark casually, flipping through the pages without much interest. You know youā€™re being fairly annoying saying that. But if Beomgyu wants you to tutor him, heā€™ll have to deal with it.He gives you a dramatic eye roll and clenches his teeth, interrupting you with a sarcastically sweet tone, ā€œCan we just get to the point already?ā€ You stifle a chuckle, nodding in agreement. ā€œAlright, alrightā€.
After spending about two hours tutoring, you're ready to wrap things up. Despite Beomgyu's jokes sneaking in here and there, you feel good about how it went. Plus, getting paid $50 is a nice bonus for your time.
You lean back in your chair, letting out a tired yawn. ā€œWell, I guess it's time to head out,ā€ you mumble, reaching for your bag. Beomgyu nods in agreement, rising from his seat. Just then, the sound of the front door being unlocked catches you off guard, causing you to glance at Beomgyu for reassurance. He seems unfazed. Oh. It must be his roommate, Heeseung, if you remember correctly.
You donā€™t think much of it, heading out of his room towards the door, Beomgyu following close behind. Glancing at the hand holding the door still, you stop on your tracks, awkwardly waiting for this Heeseung to enter. The soft creak of the doorā€™s release draws your attention, as your eyes meet his, times seems to momentarily halt. Were people supposed to be this good looking or was it the lack of love in your life? God, heā€™s mesmerizing.
ā€œ_______ā€? You hear Beomgyu say, as your mind cuts your train of thoughts. ā€œThis is Heeseung, the one I was talking about yesterdayā€ he tells you as you nod quietly in his direction, eyes still fixated on Heeseung.
Heeseung eyes you up and down, humming when Beomgyu introduces you as the girl from class who tutors him. You look familiar. You smile shyly, legs heading towards the end of the door. But what you caught on his face just as you stepped out brings red to your cheeks.
He fucking smirked.
It leaves you pondering, as you mutter a ā€˜byeā€™ to Beomgyu, not bothering to look at him. What was that? Did he do that to fluster you? You shouldnā€™t overthink it. Maybe he does that all time. Whatever, youā€™re not going to dwell on it. But it does leave you with more enthusiasm to come over to tutor Beomgyu. Youā€™ll hope the only thing youā€™ll do here is teach.
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Itā€™s been about a month since youā€™ve been tutoring Beomgyu. Youā€™re overall pretty satisfied with how itā€™s been going; you could see genuine improvement with him.
Other than the fact that youā€™re effort is going on the right track, you might also be taking advantage of your time there. Your suspiciously long ā€˜study breaksā€™ might have not always been for the said purpose. They might have been to make small talk with his roommate; when he arrived home earlier than usual. Or when the times up and you have to leave, delaying your departure so you can see his face atleast once a day. You canā€™t deny the attraction. Sure, the small talk might be slightly awkward but you atleast get to know him.
You walk out of Beomgyuā€™s room, on one of your so called ā€˜breaksā€™. Today's a good day. Heeseungā€™s home early!
You make your way towards the kitchen; you must say the counters are well done. Theyā€™re like a distraction if it gets awkward talking to him As the door to Heeseung's room swings open, the subtle movement sends a shiver down your spine, causing you to flinch involuntarily. You straighten up, hands crawling up a cabinet to find a glass for water.
You feel his figure behind you, somehow so close yet so far. ā€œOn break?ā€ He asks, voice raspy. Mustā€™ve took a nap. ā€œYeahā€ you mumble taking ahold of a glass. You turn around, drinking in his figure; oh fuck heā€™s in a tank top.
You almost stumble walking forward to fill your glass, just when you feel him grab your glass, ā€œIā€™ll fill it for you. Grab me one too will ya?ā€ he says grinning. Oh does he have to smile like that infront of you?
Nodding slowly, you walk back, getting another glass and handing it over to him. Heeseung mutters a ā€˜thank youā€™, proceeding to fill it up.
ā€œBeomgyu tells me you donā€™t recognize me. I sit behind you in chemistry, silly , i was waiting for you to realiseā€ he says with slight confusion laced into his words.
Your eyes become slightly wide, imagining yourself inside chemistry class. It ticks your brain. Of course, thatā€™s why you must have looked familiar to him. ā€œRight, sorry I never caught thatā€.
Before he can say anything you hear Beomgyuā€™s whiny voice calling your name, indicating itā€™s been far too long since youā€™ve been gone.
Now youā€™re on your way to Beomgyuā€™s again. Itā€™s a Saturday, but he requested you to come. Just as you enter your cab, you hear the loud shrieking sound of thunder, indicating rain. Getting in, you sink into the cozy cab seat, the sound of rain tapping on the windows and occasional flashes of lightning outside creating a quite yet filled atmosphere. You gaze outside with a slight pout. Itā€™s quite late as your leaving now, you hope the rain calms down by the time you have to go home.
Stepping out of the cab, rain pours down relentlessly. You dash towards the elevator, hands shielding your head from the downpour. Inside, you quickly fix your hair in the mirrored walls, hoping the rain doesnā€™t worsen. Looking into the mirror like walls of the elevator, you fix up your hair. God, you really hope the rain calms down.
The elevatorā€™s soft robotic hum faded as you stepped into the familiar corridor, your feet moving automatically towards the well known door. With a sigh, you rang the doorbell, the sound cutting through the quiet. Taking off your sandals, you huff, waiting.
You hear feet walk up behind the door, unlocking it. But you donā€™t expect to meet eyes with Heeseung, white earphones stuck in his eyes and a song paused on his phone.
ā€œBeomgyuā€™s not home..? Itā€™s a Saturday anyway, you tutor him on Saturdays too? Geezā€ he says as you stand still, digesting what he just said.
Before you can answer him, your phone buzzes, a notification.
[Choi Beomgyu], 7:14 PM :
heyy im so sorry but uh i forgot i had plans today.. youve probably reached by now and its raining like crazy and I don't think its gonna stop so you can stay over for the night in my room, iā€™ll be at a friendsā€™. use one of my tshirts or smtg. also heeseung's home so you wont get killed at night! again sorry!! </3
You internally roll your eyes. Seriously? But you canā€™t stay mad at him, he seems kind of genuine.
ā€œI think Iā€™ll have to crash here tonight,ā€ you admit, your cheeks flushing slightly as you offer a tentative smile. As if on cue, Heeseung pulls the door open wide, ushering you inside with a dramatic gesture. ā€œBeomgyu asked me to use his room, kay?ā€ you explain, feeling a sudden surge of liveliness.
Heeseung chuckles at you, his eyes fixed on you as he watches you set down on your bag on the couch heading into Beomgyuā€™s room. You still feel captivated each time you enter his room; you wonder what Heeseungā€™s room looks like, youā€™ve only ever seen glimpses of it whenever he came out of it. Black walls or something.
You look around for his closest, quickly landing your eyes on the half-black, half-red wardrobe. Grabbing the handle and tugging it open, you start to look for t-shirts, thatsā€™s something comfortable. And maybe some shorts as well. Yeah, you might look a bit awkward in it but itā€™s just for one night.
You frown your face, unable to locate any t-shirts. God, where does this man keep his things?
ā€œWhatā€™re you looking for so interesting?ā€ you hear a familiar voice say, flinching at it. You turn around to find Heeseung, arms crossed leaning against one of the open doors of the wardrobe. Dangerously close to you, you must say.
ā€œB..Beomgyu asked me to use his t-shirt or something for the nightā€ you explain, licking your lips. ā€œBut I just canā€™t find anyā€, you say with a annoyed sigh.
Was it just you or did you imagine the look of distate on Heeseungā€™s when you mentioned wearing Beomgyuā€™s t-shirt?
ā€œTheyā€™re all in the wash, the idiot probably forgot, use mine,ā€ he tells you, staring into your eyes with miniscule smile.
You canā€™t help but feel shocked by his offer, causing your heart to beat faster. It may seem insignificant, borrowing clothes, but itā€™s Heeseung. Your voice feels trapped in your throat, a rush of excitement running through your veins. It just feels special when it comes from him. But you definitely canā€™t say no, can you?
You reply in a quiet voice, trying not to seem overly enthusiastic, ā€œIf youā€™re completely sure...ā€ He responds with a gentle smile while gently tugging at your wrist. Surprised by the gesture, you let out a soft gasp but ultimately decide to go along with it.
Entering his room, directly opposite Beomgyuā€™s, the matte black walls catch your eye, imbuing the space with a sleek, modern vibe. The abundance of books scattered; if arranged with proper shelving and space could make a pretty mini library.
As you find yourself in the midst of his room, you can't help but admire the coolness of both of your rooms. ā€œYou guys have such cool roomsā€ you exclaim, watching as Heeseung frantically searches through his closet. You hear his echoed chuckle as you walk towards him, taking a peek at his closet. He seems to have just destroyed its neatness. But you do notice the many t-shirts laying flat and wrinkled on the floor.
ā€œThereā€™s a like a billion one of those t-shirts youā€™re searching for on the floor, Leeā€ you tell him, bending down to pick up the two you see. ā€œAnd a pair of shorts tooā€ you add. Heeseung hums in response with a grin, sighing as he pulls out a pretty white t-shirt and a pair of black shorts. Certainly a little too big for you, sure as hell comfortable. Plus itā€™s Heeseungā€™s, makes it all the better.
He turns towards you, holding the t-shirt out in display. ā€œI think youā€™d look nice in thisā€ he tells you trying to contain a smile sheepishly. Did he do all this searching, messing up his well organised wardrobe, just because he thought this one specific one would look good on you? You would kiss him if you could right now.
You try to stay calm, trying to hide your eagerness as you thank him softly, taking it from him. Turning around, you move to leave; but stop on your tracks when you feel his hand on your wrist stopping you. Instinctively you look back, Heeseungā€™s face mere inches away from yours. If you moved any closer, your lips would touch his. And you donā€™t know if thatā€™s a risk youā€™re willing to take.
ā€œYou forgot thisā€ he says,handing you the black shorts, brown orbs still looking into yours. You feel some sort of relief when he says that, quickly taking it from him. ā€œRightā€ you say in response walking away.
As you walk away, you think about what just happened; would he have kissed you back if you did first? Does he like you like that? Or is it just some occurring tension between you two? You donā€™t know but youā€™ll let it play out like this.
Standing before the bathroom mirror, you take a moment to appreciate the comfort and loose fit of your attire. The t-shirt drapes effortlessly over your torso, offering a snug yet relaxed feeling. The shorts fit good at your waist too, thanks to it being elastic. Heeseung was right about thinking itā€™d look good on you. And again, itā€™s his.
You step out of the bathroom, slowly walking your way into the living room. You spot Heeseung on je couch, a video game console in his hands and eyes fixated on the TV screen. Stopping on your tracks you watch him, completely not noticing you. From what youā€™ve seen, heā€™s not as boring as Beomgyu has told you before. You see a second console on the coffee table. Itā€™s so obvious they play together.
ā€œMind if I join in?ā€, you ask, your voice brimming with excitement as you make your way over to the couch where he's lounging. With a playful bounce, you settle yourself down right beside him, looking over at him.
His eyes roam over you, and you feel your cheeks heating up. Is he pleased with how his clothes fit you, or does he see something off? Heeseungā€™s gulp breaks the tension, and he meets your gaze once more, leaving you uncertain about what his look truly means.
ā€œDo I look weird or something?ā€ you say, laughing awkwardly. Please say no.
He almost immediately denies your assumptions, ā€œNo, fuck you donā€™t,ā€ he says swallowing once more, ā€œYou look..good, thatā€™s allā€ he continues. No, thatā€™s not what he wants to say. He thinks you look hot. But best left inside his head. You internally sigh in relief, thank god. Resuming back to what you said, you ask again giggling, ā€œSo can I play?ā€
He nods his head in agreement, grinning. Bending over to grab the other console, you shuffle into a comfortable seating position, hands on your knees. ā€œGood luckkkā€ you drawl with confidence. Heeseung scoffs at you with a smile, heā€™d kiss that attitude out of you but he'll watch you play for now.
ā€œIā€™ve experienced Beomgyu storming out in anger because he didn't win like five times in a row,ā€ he tells you with a cocky smile. Alright, skilled gamer Heeseung. Although your confidence may have wavered, you refuse to let it affect you. Your main goal is to enjoy yourself during your time here.
ā€œBeomgyu acts like youā€™re so boring, yet he seems to have pretty good friendship with youā€ you say softly. Heeseung hums in response, ā€œItā€™s because I only play with him sometimes, not really so often. Heā€™s just over-dramatic, reallyā€ he brushes off.
You nod in understanding, ā€œLetā€™s play then, shall we?ā€
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You donā€™t think youā€™ve ever laughed this hard at someoneā€™s face before. Heeseungā€™s face when you swiftly went past him and won the game has you breaking into peels of laughter. His face is truly priceless.
ā€œDid that hurt your ego?ā€ you say between soft giggles. Heeseung stares at you, holding back a grin. The way you feel confident after winning over him, entices him; He wants to ruin that confidence, he wants to ruin you. ā€œBeginners luckā€ he replies instead. You continue to giggle at him, laughter dying down as silence pierces through. Itā€™s peaceful, not awkward at all as the both of you sit in the rather calming quietnesss.
The quiet room suddenly got noisy with your unexpected hiccups. You felt them like tiny jumps in your chest, making you stumble as you hurried to the kitchen, your steps clumsy against the relentless spasms. Opening up the very familiar cupboard, you tap against its inner floor, reaching for a glass. Gasping quietly as you land your feet from tip toeing; you lick your lips, turning to go fill it up.
Youā€™ve always liked this kitchen. It gave you a feeling nostalgia; having such a similar one back at your parents house.
ā€œYou enjoyed winning so much didnā€™t you?ā€ Heeseung says with amusement lacing his words. Gulping down the last of your water with an uncontrollable smile, you nod at him. You like having him slightly worked up. Itā€™s entertaining.
Heeseung walks over towards you, suddenly caging you with his arms. Your hands instinctively grasp at the counter behind you, eyes darting down. His eyes look into yours sharply inching even closer, if you went just a little closer, your noses would touch and at that point you should just kiss. Temptation clouds your mind and ball of confidence strikes you; retrieving your hands from the counter, you pause before connecting your lips to his.
His lips freeze against yours; certainly was not expecting you to do that. But as soon as he hears your soft whine, his arms that once surrounded the space around you, grabbed at your waist. The soft feeling of his lips on yours melts your body into desire, but before you can fall under it, you pull away.Heeseung groans just as you cut contact, looking at you with an puzzled expression. What are you doing to him? You give him what he wants and blatantly take it away. Thatā€™s the game you play huh? You tip toe, bending your neck over his as you take a peek at the wall clock fixed in the living room, just next to the kitchen. 10 PM it read. Time does fly when you have fun.
ā€œSex this late night ruins my sleepā€ you tell him with a fake pout plastered on your face. ā€œMaybe next time, Leeā€ you add on as you cup his face, only to kiss his cheek before slipping away out. Heeseung freezes, shock etched across his features as he replays the scene in his mind. He grapples with your intentions, wondering when this ā€œnext timeā€ will occur. Itā€™s clear youā€™re pushing his buttons, you literally kissed him for a hot minute and left him helplessly hanging. Youā€™re good at switching up arenā€™t you? If he has to play this game to put you in your place, then so be it.
All confidence that resided inside you vanished as soon as you closed the door to Beomgyuā€™s room. God, did you actually do that? Your ego definitely seems to spike sometimes. You donā€™t know if you regret it; from the sheer look in his eyes and searing kiss, it was obvious he liked you too. You just might have left quite an impression on him, it was bold of you. The future of your actions lay flat for tomorrow.
You wake up to the noise of the front door being opened, assuming it was Beomgyu, you rub your tightly closed eyes open. Having slept fairly well last night, you quickly got out of bed, arranging the sheets neat. This wasnā€™t your bed or home to leave untidy, like you occasionally do. Although you think Beomgyu is no better than you.
Walking out you see Beomgyu, helping himself to a cup of ramen. Youā€™d like some breakfast before you leave.
ā€œHey, got another cup?ā€ you ask with grogginess evident in your voice. Beomgyu finally takes a look at you, pausing at your question for a few minutes before nodding. He turns back momentarily to grab another cup, sliding it over to you. You canā€™t help but turn your eyes over to Heeseungā€™s room. Is he still in bed?
ā€œWhereā€™s your ā€˜boringā€™ roommate?ā€ you ask him with a hint laughter in your voice. Beomgyu gives you a sarcastic roll of his eyes, ā€œHe left for the gym right as I came inā€ he says replying to your asked question. Oh. You guess the only time youā€™ll see him again is on Monday.
Finally pouring in the hot water, you close the cup with the paper lid, waiting. As you sit waiting for your meal, lost in your thoughts, your mind wanders aimlessly. Suddenly, a sharp gasp escapes your lips as your attention is abruptly pulled back to reality by Beomgyu, who has made an odd noise while pointing his index finger in your direction.
You look at him with a confused expression, ā€œI thought I told you use my t-shirt? Thatā€™s not mineā€ he says, staring at you for an answer. Halting for short second, you reply back ā€œI looked through your closet, and Heeseung told me that they were all in the wash, genius. So he lent me hisā€
Beomgyu looks at you with squinting eyes, processing all what you said before he casually hums. Opening your lid back up, you mix your noodles before going in for a much needed savory bite, humming in delight you look up with happy eyes.
ā€œSo, What did you do last night?ā€ Beomgyu questions, inching his elbows closer to you. The question is harmless and innocent if you view it the way you should, but in your case, there are only two things memorable ā€” winning over Heeseung and kissing Heeseung. You canā€™t help smile internally remembering them, you still feel the feeling of his lips on yours if you think about it long enough.
Beomgyu waves his hand infront of you, as to pop your thinking bubble, ā€œR..Right, yeah, I didnā€™t do much, just played some video games and went to bed, thatā€™s allā€ you answer stuttering slightly at your words.
His eyes light up at the mention of video games, a grin fighting for freedom on his face, ā€œWho won?ā€ he asks enthusiastically. Youā€™re sure Beomgyuā€™s hoping for you to say that you had won, recollecting that he always lost to his skilled roommate. Licking your lips in a swift motion, you press your lips together in a tight smile, gazing at Beomgyu.
The look on your face is all he needs to let out a sigh of happy relief, ā€œFuck yes! Somebody actually beat Heeseungā€ he exclaims with delight offering you a high-five, which you gladly receive. Slurping up the last of your breakfast, you walk over to throw in the trash informing Beomgyu on the way that youā€™ll head out after changing back into your clothes from last night.
As if remembering something important, he calls you again, ā€œ _______!, just wanted to let you know, Iā€™m hosting a party at my parentsā€™ place on Monday you know, since the semesters about to end. And theyā€™re not home anyway. Yourā€™re invited if youā€™re up for itā€ he blurts out.
ā€œWho's gonna be there?ā€ you question, intrigued.
ā€œLike practically everyone; Yuna, the girl with red glasses, Heeseung, me, duh andā€”
ā€œIā€™ll be there, send me the addressā€ you cut him off, rushing back inside and change before you leave.
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You apply a coat of rosy lip gloss, pressing your lips together with satisfaction. You look good tonight, clad in a snug black mini skirt paired elegantly with a delicate white lace tube top and your hair down in waves. The top showcases just the right amount of skin, accentuating the look of your slender silver chain. Itā€™s both sexy and cute.
The partyā€™s at 8 PM, and youā€™ll be just on time if you leave right now. You take one more good look in your full length mirror, nodding to yourself, before finally heading out.
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You stare in awe at the house the party resided in. Itā€™s truly beautiful, and big. The lively music and joyful voices coming from inside indicate that Beomgyu has invited a lot of people. Itā€™s clear heā€™s gone all out to make sure everyone has a great time tonight. You enter with a soft sigh, clutching onto your baby pink handbag. The music is loud but quite enough to hear people talk to one another. Your eyes scan around the area; looking for Beomgyu. The large table with drinks catch your eye as you spot Beomgyu sipping on a can of beer.
He locks eyes with you as you make your way towards him, managing a small smile.
ā€œOh my god, youā€™re like two minutes lateā€ he exclaims dramatically, holding up his phone in the which glowed ā€˜8:02 PMā€™. You give him an unimpressed look. That seems to shut him up as he gives you a small pout.
You grab a can of beer from the table, popping it open and taking a sip.
ā€œCā€™mon, Iā€™ll give you a house tour, youā€™re probably the only one who hasnā€™t been hereā€ he tells already walking ahead.
You faithfully trail behind him as he leads you on a tour through each luxurious room, offering short descriptions of their purposes. The surroundings are nothing short of extravagant, soaring ceilings, intricate architectural designs, and an abundance of totally unnecessary paintings on the wall. The overall aura of the place resembles a palace, filled to the brim with people.
As you both progress down the hallway, the fading music suggests youā€™re approaching the final room. Each room youā€™ve passed has been bustling with at least five people, engaged in drinking, sleeping, or playing some sort of game. However, between all this, Heeseungā€™s absence stands out. Youā€™re left to ponder where he is : Either he dipped out on coming or heā€™s inside the room youā€™re just about to enter.
Beomgyu gestures towards the door, softly remarking, ā€œAnd hereā€™s the last room, my childhood sanctuary.ā€ With a gentle click, he swings it open, revealing a truly elegant space. Stepping inside, you instinctively search for Heeseung, your gaze finally settling on him. He acknowledges Beomgyu, waving at him before he buries his gaze on you.
You look away as soon as you make eye contact, pretending to observe the room instead. Other than Heeseung there are few other guys in the room, theyā€™re all sitting on the bed; probably chatting before you came in.
ā€œWhat are yaā€™ll doing just talking? The drinks are downstairs, come down!ā€ Beomgyu tells them with annoyance evident in his voice.
ā€œIā€™ll stay, not in the mood to drink right nowā€ Heeseung mutters, his eyes still fixated on you. Beomgyu looks at you with bored eyes as if silently letting you know that the person who just spoke is infact really boring. You give him a small giggle before telling him that youā€™d come down in a bit too. You just might have a little talking to do. Beomgyu gives you an expression of ā€˜you too?ā€™ before leading the other guys out down with him.
As soon as you turn your head from watching them leave to head down, you slightly flinch at Heeseung walking past you to swiftly lock the door. Safe to say youā€™re not surprised. You slide your handbag off your shoulder, mounting it on a nearby shelf. Just then you feel a gentle tug at your wrist and immediate contact with Heeseungā€™s lips. You halt for a second before you wrap your hands around his neck, pads of your fingers pressing into the nape of his neck.
His lips feel just as soft as the first time, addicting you must say. He seems just as eager as you are, slyly pushing his tongue inside your mouth with a grin you could tell he had on. You whine into his mouth, signalling him to pull away to breathe. He pulls away slowly, a string of saliva connecting your lips as you pant heavily. God you really need him right now. His eyes look into yours as you giggle at the lip gloss smeared over his mouth. He looks at you amused as you wipe then gloss off with a focused stare.
ā€œWhat happened to ā€˜sex ruins your sleep at nightā€™ ?ā€ he asks you mockingly, running his hands over your ass.
ā€œYour dickā€™s hardā€ you retort, hands coming down to palm his cock. He hisses as you do so, mumbling a curse.
ā€œIā€™ll just go fuck another girlā€ he tells with a smirk, eager to see your reaction. Heā€™s really trying to piss you off huh?
ā€œNo you fucking wonā€™tā€ you tell him with a laugh, connecting your lips back together. He dosenā€™t complain, immediately melting into the kiss as you still rub his hard on, making him moan into it. You donā€™t think youā€™ll ever get over how good his lips feel against yours.
ā€œThatā€™s right, so suck me off will you?ā€ he says against your lips.
And that's how you end up on your knees, holding onto Heeseungā€™s thighs tightly while he thrusts his big fucking dick into your mouth. You eagerly suck and twirl your tongue around the lower part of his shaft, making sure to cover it with your saliva. The grip on his thighs becomes even tighter as he pushes his cock deeper into your throat, his mushroom tip brushing against the back.
ā€œJ..Just like that baby, god you were made for thisā€ he rasps with eyes closed shut, fingers caressing your hair. You let out quiet moans against his dick, your panties progressively getting wetter. Youā€™re desperate for him inside you.
Continuing to suck him off, you decide to tease him a bit, after all he is, so close to coming. You pull off his dick, retrieving your hands from his thighs and grabbing at the base of it and giving his red tip kitten licks. He groans at loss of your mouth, eyes glaring at your doe eyed ones. ā€œDonā€™t fucking tease or you wonā€™t get to cum laterā€ he warns you. The thought of not cumming when your pussy was dripping and pulsating like this sent shivers down your spine.
You almost immediately stuff his cock back in your mouth; but you pause when you feel feel Heeseungā€™s hands gripping your hair, fucking your mouth. Itā€™s sloppy and messy; you feel hot tears well up at your eyes, falling down endlessly as he continues to fuck your throat deep.
ā€œThatsā€™s a good girl, fuck, ā€™m gonna cumā€ he moans, his movements in your mouth gradually easing as he releases his warmth down your throat. Heeseung breathes heavily, his eyes widening with a smile as he gazes at your exhausted expression; cheeks flushed, eyes watery, and most likely a very wet pussy. He bends down to pick you up again, mounting you on his lap as he lifts your skirt, fingers dipping into your soaked cunt.
You whine into his neck, feeling him move your drenched panties to the side, filling your cunt with two of his fingers, sinking in and out of you painfully slow. Heeseung chuckles at your whimpers, finding them cute as he adds a third finger, picking up his pace. He starts pressing wet kisses into your neck, sucking on the shell of your ear which only fueled the building pleasure inside of you.
ā€œHahā€”! please, wanna cu..m gonna cumā€ you groan into his neck as you cream over his fingers, knot in your stomach free as you relieve your high, hugging Heeseung tighter. He brings up his coated fingers up to his mouth, licking them clean.
ā€œNeed to fuck you now, but let me eat you out next time, yeah?ā€ he whispers into your ear, as you finally look at him again placing a kiss on your lips. You hum in response, a slight gasp escaping your lips as he flips you on your stomach, ass up in the air; removing the your skirt and sticky underwear. He takes a moment to look at your glistening cunt, slightly swollen from your previous orgasm.
You want to say something you know you shouldnā€™t, because one, itā€™s way beyond the truth and two, not when he has you under him like this, no control over him and pussy ready for him to slip into. But you like pissing him off and getting him worked up. Just as you feel his dick poke at your entrance, you whisper, ā€œSmall dickā€.
You may have said it in a low voice but the way you feel Heeseung stiffen up behind you only confirms he had clearly heard it.
ā€œOh yeah? Enlighten me on the girl who was fucking choking on this small dick not so long agoā€ he spits out with amusement lacing his words, cock slipping into your folds whole without notice. You let out a string of choked moans, words breaking down into nothing as he pounds into you relentlessly. Falling face down onto the sheets, you tug on them tighter, body jerking and thighs shaking. To say he felt good buried inside of you was a huge understatement.
He hold your hips tighter, cursing at how you clench down at him each time he goes deeper into you.
ā€œLook at you, cunts sucking me in so good, been desperate for my cock havenā€™t you?ā€ Heeseung growls with a cruel laugh, leaning down to suck on your back as he still fucks into you. You donā€™t answer, mind fogged up with cock ruining your pussy as your eyes roll back. One of his hands pull you back up, then grabbing at your bouncing tits, rubbing at your nipples.
He slaps your ass, eyes watching it jiggle with each pound he gives. ā€œFucking answer meā€ he demands you, only making you moan louder as you feel his tip brutally hammer at your cervix, pushing you towards the edge.
ā€œYes! hnng!ā€” fuck yes! gah- pleaseā€ you blurt out, the need to cum again building up fast.
Heeseung lets out a shriek, cock swollen inside of you as he fills your cunt up with his cum. But he still fucks into you, getting you closer to your high. The way he filled you up only tightened the knot inside you, squirting out on his cock and coating. Your vision sees white as you pant heavily, head throbbing.
Heeseung slowly moves your tired body onto his lap, picking you all over your face as you get back into your senses. ā€œWhat a way to finally say I love youā€ he tells you, kissing the crown on your head. You giggle at him, feeling a strong sense of euphoria rush through you.
ā€œIā€™ve always liked youā€ you tell him, looking away and playing with his fingers. He chuckles at you, placing another kiss on your lips. ā€œGood, I had a thing for you tooā€ he whispers into your ear.
Suddenly you hear a stiff knock at door, you jolt up in surprise, ā€œCan you please open the fucking door? I need to piss! All the others are occupied!ā€ you hear Beomgyuā€™s voice outside, desperate to get inside. It makes you realise you literally fucked on his bed, and totally messed up the cheeks. The thought of cleaning it up burns red into your cheeks.
You look up at Heeseung, as if asking what to do. But with the grin he has on his face says otherwise.
ā€œWait just a little more, Iā€™ve got to make _______ cum again!ā€ he screams out at the door slyly spreading your legs again.
You donā€™t think Beomgyu has to use the bathroom anymore.
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ryin-silverfish Ā· 7 months ago
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One nerd's musing about Chinese religion and "respect"
-I try to stay away from fandom discourse, but, much like how you can smell the stench from a dumpster fire without walking into said dumpster fire, I've noticed something that seemed to come up a lot in western JTTW + adjacent fandoms: "respect Chinese religion".
-Usually as a reason for why you shouldn't ship a character, because of fucking course it's shipping discourse too.
-And my first reaction is "Man, you are taking Chinese religion too darn seriously, more than people who are born and raised in China."
-My second reaction is "I mean, most of us are atheist/agnostic by default anyways, with a good number of what I'd call 'atheist/agnostics with superstitions': people who said they were not religious, yet believed in Fengshui or divinations and burnt incense at temples for good luck."
-My third reaction: "But why do I get the feeling that when you mention 'Respect', you are thinking about something completely different?"
-Then I reread an essay from Anthony C. Yu, "Religion and Literature in China: The "Obscure Way" of Journey to the West", and the metaphorical lightbulb just lit up over my head.
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(Everything below applies more to Daoism + associated folk religions, but by the time most classic Chinese vernacular novels were written, the blending of the three religions had become well and truly mainstream.)
(The conception of gods differs from dynasty to dynasty. What I'm describing here is mostly based on Ming and Qing ones; if you went back to Han or pre-Qin times, most of these would not apply.)
(I am one of the "atheist/agnostic by default" people. I just have an interest in this kind of stuff. I am also just one Chinese person, and an actual Daoist/Buddhist/Religion Studies researcher would probably have a lot more valuable information and perspective to offer when it comes to contemporary practices and worship. Like any people on the internet: take my words with a grain of salt.)
-Even in the past, when society was far less secularized, Chinese gods are not omniscient, perfect beings whose worship is a solemn, humorless affair. Some's worship are Serious Business, but that has more to do with the sort of gods they are and the patronage they enjoy, not godhood in and of itself.
-And even the ones that you are supposed to "treat seriously" are still very human. To use an analogy I've used plenty of times before: you respect and fear them in the same way you'd respect and fear an emperor's official, or the emperor himself, because if you don't, you are not gonna like the consequences.
-However, unlike Jesus, the emperor & his officials were capable of being temperamental, flawed, or an outright asshole, divine or not. Ideally, they wouldn't be, and if you were one of the "serious" believersā€”ā€”people who actually got an official permit, became ordained clergy, and went to live in a temple, you were unlikely to think of your gods in that manner.
-But it wasn't a complete, utter impossibility. The lower you go in the pantheon, the closer you get to popular religion, the less "serious" the gods and their worship become. By that, I mean general attitude, not sincerity of faith. You still shouldn't be rude to them, but, well, they are more likely to take a joke in stride, or participate in the "vulgar" pleasures of commoners because they weren't as bound to Confucian moral standards or religious disciplines.
-To stretch the same analogy further: you should still respect your village head, they could still give your ass a good spanking for being a disrespectful brat, but you were not obligated to get on your knees and kowtow to them like you would do in front of a provincial magistrate, the emperor's minister, or the emperor himself, nor did they have the power to chop your head off just because you were rude.
-On the other hand, the emperor would never visit a random peasant just to help them fix their broken plow or treat them to a nice meal, but your village head could, and your relationship would probably be warmer and a lot more personal as a result.
-Your respect for them was more likely to stem from the things they actually did for you and the village as a whole, instead of something owed to this distant, powerful authority you might never get to see in your lifetime, but could change its course with a single stroke of a brush.
-Now exchange "village head" for your run-of-the-mill Tudis and Chenghuangs and friendly neighborhood spirits (because yes, people worshipped yaoguais for the exact same reasons), emperor + his officials for the Celestial Bureaucracy, and you'd have a basic idea of how Chinese religions worked on the ground level.
-This is far from absolute: maybe your village head was a spiteful old bastard who loved bullying his juniors, maybe your regional magistrate was an honest, upright man who could enjoy a good drink and a good laugh, maybe the emperor was a lenient one and wouldn't chop your head off for petty offenses. But their general degree of power over you and the closeness of your relationships still apply.
-Complicating the matter further, some folk gods (like Wutong) were worshipped not because they brought blessings, but because they were the divine equivalent of gangsters running a protection racket: you basically bribed them with offerings so they'd leave you alone and not wreck your shit. Famous people who died violently and were posthumously deified often fell into this categoryā€”ā€”shockingly enough, Guan Yu used to be one such god!
-Yeah, kinda like how your average guy could become an official through the imperial examinations, so could humans become gods through posthumous worship, or cultivate themselves into immortals and Enlightened beings.
-Some immortals aren't qualified for, or interested in a position in the Celestial Bureaucracyā€”ā€”they are the equivalent of your hermits, your cloistered Daoist priests, your common literati who kept trying and failing the exams. But some do get a job offer and gladly take it.
-Anyways, back to my original point: that's why it's so absurd when people pull the "Respect Chinese Religion1!!1!" card and immediately follow up with "Would you do X to Jesus?"
-Um, there are a lot of things you can do with Chinese gods that I'm pretty sure you can't do with Jesus. Like worshipping him side by side with Buddha and Confucius (Lao Tzu). Or inviting him to possess you and drink copious amount of alcohol (Tang-ki mediums in SEA). Or genderbend him into a woman over the course of several centuries because folks just like that version of Jesus better (Guan Yin/Avalokitesvara).
-But most importantly, Chinese religions are kinda a "free market" where you could pick and choose between gods, based on their vicinity to you and how efficient they were at answering prayers. You respect them because they'll help you out, you aren't an asshole and know your manners, and pissing them off is a bad idea in general, not because they are some omnipotent, perfect beings who demand exclusive and total reverence.
-A lot of the worship was also, well, very "practical" and almost transactional in nature: leave offerings to Great Immortal Hu, and he doesn't steal your imperial seal while you aren't looking. Perform the rites right and meditate on a Thunder General's visage, and you can temporarily channel said deity's power. Get this talisman for your kids at Bixia Yuanjun's temple, and they'll be protected from smallpox.
-"Faith alone" or "Scripture alone" is seldom the reason people worship popular deities. Even the obsession with afterlife wasn't about the eternal destination of your soul, and more about reducing the potential duration of the prison sentence for you and your loved ones so you can move on faster and reincarnate into a better life.
-Also, there isn't a single "canon" of scriptures. Many popular gods don't show up in Daoist literature until much later. Daoist scriptures often came up with their own gigantic pantheons, full of gods no one had heard of prior to said book, or enjoyed no worship in temples whatsoever.
-In the same way famous dead people could become gods via worship, famous fictional characters could, too, become gods of folk religionā€”ā€”FSYY's pantheon was very influential on popular worship, but that doesn't mean you should take the novels as actual scriptures.
-Like, God-Demon novels are to orthodox Daoism/Buddhism what the Divine Comedy is to medieval Christian doctrines, except no priests had actually built a Church of Saint Beatrice, while Daoists did put FSYY characters into their temples. By their very nature, the worship that stemmed from these books is not on the same level of "seriousness" as, say, the Tiantai school of Buddhism and their veneration of the Lotus Sutra.
-At the risk of being guilty of the same insertion of Christianity where it doesn't belong: You don't cite Dante's Inferno in a theological debate, nor would any self-respecting pastor preach it to churchgoers on a Sunday.
-Similarly, you don't use JTTW or FSYY as your sole evidence for why something is "disrespectful to Chinese religion/tradition" when many practitioners of said religions won't treat them as anything more than fantasy novels.
-In fact, let's use Tripitaka as an example. The historical Xuanzang was an extraordinarily talented, faithful, and determined monk. In JTTW, he was a caricature of a Confucian scholar in a Buddhist kasaya and served the same narrative function as Princess Peach in a Mario game.
-Does the presence of satire alone make JTTW anti-Buddhist, or its religious allegories less poignant? I'd say no. Should you take it as seriously as actual Buddhist sutras, when the book didn't even take itself 100% seriously? Also no.
-To expand further on the idea of "seriousness": even outside of vernacular novels, practitioners are not beholden to a universal set of strict religious laws and taboos.
-Both Daoism and Buddhism had what we called "cloistered" and "non-cloistered" adherents; only the former needed to follow their religious laws and (usually) took a vow of celibacy.
-Certain paths of Daoist cultivation allow for alcohol and sexual activities (thanks @ruibaozha for the info), and some immortals, like Lv Dongbin, had a well-established "playboy" reputation in folklore.
-Though it was rarer for Buddhism and very misunderstood, esoteric variants of it did utilize sexual imageries and sex. And, again, most of the above would not apply if you weren't among the cloistered and ordained clergy.
-Furthermore, not even the worship of gods is mandatory! You could just be a Daoist who was really into internal alchemy, cultivating your body and mind in order to prolong your lifespan and, ideally, attain immortality.
-This idea of "respect" asā€¦for a lack of better words, No Fun & R18 Stuff Allowed, you must treat all divinity with fearful reverence and put yourself completely at their mercy, is NOT the norm in Chinese religious traditions.
-There are different degrees and types of respect, and not every god is supposed to be treated like the Supreme Heavenly Emperor himself during an imperial ceremony; the gods are capable of cracking a joke, and so are we!
TL;DR: Religions are complicated, and you aren't respecting Chinese religions by acting like a stereotypical Puritan over popular Chinese deities and their fictional portrayals.
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sirenscriptures Ā· 8 months ago
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pleasure waves (remastered)
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pairing: tengen x hinatsuru x makio x suma x reader
synopsis: after your honeymoon with tengen starts to come to a close, he and his wives plan to make your last night on the beautiful shores of cancun memorableā€¦ 4.4k
warnings/notes: fem ! reader, fivesome, soft to rough sex, LOTS of praise and admiration, semi-public sex, size difference/kink, endearment/pet names, tooth-rottingly sweet aftercare, outdoor sex, passionate sex.
* if you recognize this, itā€™s because itā€™s a rewrite of an old collab piece from one of my old blogs <3 this may or may not be a mini series in the future, just depends on what feedback i receive ! *
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a warm, kissing breeze passed over you as you stepped out onto the shoreā€™s opening. all the noise and commotion coming from behind you began to melt into the soothing sound of the waves pushing over the sand.Ā 
the sky was stunning, clouds gradient with purple, pink and orange hues. meanwhile, the sun was piercing as it gradually sunk below the horizon, encasing the entire beach area in a warm, dim haze.Ā 
now away from the crowded resort, you felt your body relax. your feet planted into the freshly cooling sand, the thin cloth of your bathing suit cover freely dancing within the gentle breeze. with the heat slowly dying down, the near stifling warmth in the air began to fade into a soothing coolness.Ā 
behind you back at the large courtyard, there was a bustling crowd watching a large fire show being performed on the side stage. large wand-shaped poles whirled all over like flags around the flashy performers, earning excited cheers as they tossed them up and the flames continued to swirl over them.
at some point, you had lost hinatsuru somewhere in the crowd. the two of you had just gotten back early from a dinner with tengen, makio and suma, and wanted to get a head start on enjoying the last bits of the resort on your last night here.Ā 
even though the place was beautiful in and out, you had to admit the wide clearing the shore offered right outside of the resort was your personal favorite part. even if there were people all around, the serenity of the crashing waves and clear winds made it seem like pure solitude for you.Ā 
ā€œthere you are.ā€ a familiar soft voice from behind you silenced your thoughts.
turning around, your eyes met with hinatsuru again. her thick hair flowed down her shoulders, warm violet eyes locked upon you now. seeing her in front of you now caused you to smile.Ā 
she was dressed in a lilac and white floral pattern bathing suit cover, one that was a similar style to yours. underneath, the wind kicked up to reveal her dark purple two piece that hugged her body perfectly. truly, she was a sight to behold. as she always was.Ā 
ā€œi was certain i lost you in there,ā€ she took your hand into hers, gently grasping it, gaze turning to the sight of the now dying sun on the shore in front of the both of you. ā€œgood thing i know this area well by now.ā€ she chuckled.Ā 
you admired the softness of her palm intertwining with yours. the two of you stood together, watching the gentle waves roll by as night fell over the sky.Ā 
slowly, her arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to her. the rhythmic, whispering crashes of the shore kept both of you practically hypnotized in your embrace.Ā 
it was amazing to think such clear waters and light air could have such a beautiful affect on you and all the people here. it was almost as if this entire shore, this entire city was something alike to a dream. which made sense, due to all the people who came here every year for vacation.Ā 
yet, your reason to be here felt so much more special than anything else. being married, especially to tengen and three beautiful ladies, was a different type of love.Ā 
it felt deeper, and certainly more adventurous than any other relationship youā€™d been apart of. even after the wedding, which was relatively private, it was a lot for you to get situated with.Ā 
even though you felt like you were finally breaking through the ice and getting used to being with all four of them, there was still something lingering inside you. something that just wouldnā€™t go away, no matter how many times you tried. a nagging feeling of what you could best describe as anxiety.Ā 
even if you did feel good and relaxed around them, especially during this amazing week vacation, there was always something you felt you were unnecessarily worried about. as if something was missing, or just not right within your mind.Ā 
while you knew it could just be overlapping thoughts, it still didnā€™t stop you from lying wide awake at night, even with both of tengenā€™s arms snaked around you, his other wives sound asleep next to you as well.Ā 
it took you a few moments to notice hina staring at you as you zoned out into your thoughts, a visibly concerned look dressing her expression.
her hands slipped up beneath your chin, hands directing your face to look at her.
ā€œare you alright?ā€ she asked, feeling how the heat increased in your cheeks. ā€œyouā€™ve barely said a word since dinner.ā€Ā 
you let out a small sigh. itā€™d be no good to just nod and say yes at this point. she knew you too well for that by now.
ā€œi just havenā€™t felt my best, specifically today.ā€ you admitted.Ā 
her hands lowered to grasp your own, tilting her head curiously. ā€œhow so, love?ā€
your eyes averted, glimpsing the early sprout of the full moon deep in the horizon ahead of you. it was near splintering to try and voice your feelings, yet you knew you had to. otherwise, this feeling would only fester onwards.Ā 
ā€œwell, i know its early onā€¦but i donā€™t really feel like iā€™m really married to you.ā€Ā 
hinatsuruā€™s taken aback expression that followed your words was what made you panic instantly.Ā Ā 
ā€œn-not that i donā€™t want to be married to you! thatā€™s not it at all! i just donā€™t feel completelyā€“ā€Ā 
you were interrupted by her laughter, hina playfully swatting at you. she abruptly cleared her throat and met your confused expression with a soothing smile.Ā 
ā€œ[name], youā€™re too cute..ā€ she murmured, stroking your now burning face with familiar tenderness. even if it was amusing, she remained with a certain seriousness, even with such a gentle personality.Ā 
ā€œyou know thatā€™s normal, right?ā€ she said, thumb gently stroking the surface of your cheekbone. ā€œi can tell you, since i felt that exact same way when i first married tengen.ā€Ā 
you shot her a confused look. out of what youā€™d seen, her and tengenā€™s bond seemed to be so deep. even though he adored every single one of you the same, he and hina were another kind of bond that you didnā€™t even fully understand when first getting together with them. then again, you figured that would come with time.
ā€œi never quite knew why, but it never felt real.ā€ she said, turning to look at the dazzling moon above you now, its light glittering upon the water.Ā 
ā€œit felt a little isolating and even scary at first, but that was normal at the time.ā€ she turned back, still smiling at you. ā€œyouā€™re still so new to this. so donā€™t stress yourself out for not feeling all there.ā€Ā 
it was like a completely different weight had lifted off of you now that sheā€™d said that. you couldnā€™t help but smile at her, your hands intertwining together again. it all made so much sense now, thankfully.Ā 
ā€œthereā€™s my girls!ā€ you heard a familiar, booming voice call from behind you both.Ā 
turning around, you glimpsed tengen and makio walking towards you both, suma dashing ahead of them through the sand to come greet you.
sumaā€™s eyes were lit up with that same fiery excitement as she ran towards you both, arms bundling you and hina in a large embrace. the three of you were left giggling at the sight, struggling to recompose yourselves.Ā 
though, suma pulled back with a slight pouty look on her face.Ā 
ā€œnow why did you head off without us?ā€ she asked, hands now on her hips. ā€œyou know this is a honeymoon, meaning weā€™re supposed to be spending time together!ā€
ā€œoh, give them a break, suma. can you blame them? this view is incredible!ā€ makio exclaimed, eyes wide with amazement as she looked at the sky. ā€œplus, weā€™ve had all week together.ā€Ā 
suma admired the view with a smile. ā€œi guess youā€™re right, then.ā€ she rolled her eyes playfully.Ā 
ā€œwell, it's our turn to enjoy it now!ā€ she chuckled, running ahead to enjoy the rush of the shore alongside makio, where they proceeded to remove their bathing suit covers and venture deeper into the shore together.Ā 
you glanced back behind you, eyes meeting with tengenā€™s. he stood in front of you and hina, that same handsome smile across his lips. his longer hair was barely past his shoulders, giving him that naturally scruffy look you loved so much.Ā 
he leaned down suddenly, hands bringing your face to his, kissing you warmly. the gesture admittedly took you by surprise, the warmth rushing to your face again.Ā 
tengen pulled away gently, eyes still staring into yours with a soft intensity, paired with something else you couldnā€™t quite read at the moment.Ā 
ā€œhow are you?ā€ he asked quietly, thumb gently rubbing against your cheek.
ā€œiā€™m good.ā€ you murmured in response, trying to suppress the tremble in your voice.Ā 
beside you, hinatsuru was smiling tenderly at you two. even if you were still struggling to find your true place of balance with them, she trusted it would all melt away tonight. after all, they had all arranged for this night to be all about you, the new wife.Ā 
but, you didnā€™t need to know that. not yet, at least.Ā 
the whole time the other two wives messed about in the shore, tengen had you wrapped in his arms as hina laid snuggled beside you both. being the new wife, they wanted to make sure you were prioritized, especially on the last night of the honeymoon.Ā 
the sound of the gentle waves paired with the darkness of the sky was so soothing. you could feel yourself practically melting into tengenā€™s chest as you laid on top of him.Ā 
he smiled down at you. ā€œyou look so good in that bathing suit,ā€ he murmured.Ā 
you gushed at his sweet words as his hand tenderly stroked your inner thigh.Ā 
ā€œyou really know my style by now.ā€ you replied.Ā 
he hummed gently, fingers running through your hair. that familiar mischievous glint appeared back in his eyes as he admired you. one of his calloused hands momentarily tilted your head up by your chin, warm breath on your cheek.
ā€œitā€™s too bad iā€™ll have to tear it off you.ā€ he teased directly in your ear.Ā 
slowly, his hands begin to wander even more. from your thighs to your waist, he made sure to thoroughly caress every part of your body. his hands seemed so large compared to practically all of you.
thinking about how much strength he had, he could simply wrap a single arm around you and be able to carry you perfectly anywhere he wanted. you were so delicate that it was obvious when he was holding back when touching you. it was so easy for someone of his size to accidentally hurt you if he were being careless, which he was the complete opposite of, thankfully.
you felt your breath hitch as his hands traveled to your protruding nipples, pinching them in between his fingers slightly. his large fingers kneaded carefully around your areolas, admiring how his touch made you squirm against him.Ā 
you let out a small whimper, his hands proceeding to massage and grasp at every part of you that he could. the more you responded to his touches, the more he wanted to do to you. in the midst of laying with two of his women, tengen had honestly forgotten that there was a chance anyone could walk by and see, even though this was a more private side of the shore.Ā 
ā€œtengenā€¦be gentle with her.ā€ hina spoke softly, her hand interlocking with yours from behind you.Ā 
even though you only caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of your eye before she positioned herself closer to you, you swore you could see a flash of protectiveness, orā€¦was that envy in her eyes? you never knew hinatsuru of all people had a territorial side such as this.
ā€œsheā€™s our new jewel, after all.ā€ she said proudly, eyes glimmering within coming into contact with yours.Ā 
suddenly, her lips collided with yours. while this wasnā€™t the first time sheā€™d done this to you, it always managed to send a plethora of sensations through you. this was especially prevalent now, for you had to hold back a staggered moan when her soft lips mashed against yours.Ā 
she tasted so sweet. with her tongue slipping in and out of your mouth, you could feel your mind blurring as if the amount of pleasure had given you some sort of fever. honestly, you wouldn't be surprised at this point if youā€™d caught a temperature.Ā 
hina pulled away from you eventually, her warm gaze greeting you once more with that same sweet smile. at the same time, tengenā€™s hands continued to roam your body, the same smirk lacing his lips.Ā 
you could feel your entire body heating up even more. having the both of them praise and caress you at the same time was almost overwhelming, yet you relished the feeling and how it began to leave a generous slick of fluid within your bathing suit bottoms.Ā 
tengen chuckled in response, turning your face back to his. now, you could really glimpse the hungry expression forming in his gaze.Ā 
ā€œyes, she isā€¦so precious too.ā€
his lips once again interlocked with yours, tongue teasing the inside of your mouth. his kiss was much heavier than hinaā€™s, the intensity of it managing to make you let out a choked moan. meanwhile you could feel her hands from behind you taking to massage your breasts, her tender lips laying kisses along your neck.Ā 
you knew very well this whole time you were making him wait. this whole trip, youā€™d been so nervous around him. as if you werenā€™t already married to him, and like it was the first time youā€™d met him. youā€™d acted the same way in front of the wives from time to time. but it was much more intense around tengen.Ā 
but now, he craved to see your true wild side. what was it like to see you in your messiest, loveliest form? you could tell hina and possibly makio and suma would want the same.Ā 
they had only one way to find out, and what better way to do it on the most romantic beach at night?Ā 
ā€œwell well, starting without us?ā€ makioā€™s voice sounded from above you. her playful smirk was directed right at you, marveling at how you were already a melting mess in between them.Ā 
suma was behind her by a few steps, peeking down at you with an aroused curiosity. ā€œas always.ā€ she scoffed, half-jokingly.
looking up at them, they were dripping wet from the shore that was now whispering away in the distance. you could see the sunā€™s golden hue beginning to cast ripples of color over the darkening water as it slowly set, the cool air fully sweeping over with the moonlight beginning to sneak in.Ā 
but you had every night to see that sunset on this vacation. what really caught your attention were the two wives in front of you. they looked so beautiful as always, just even more so now. the slight golden glow of the disappearing sun emitted a beautiful hue on their mostly bare bodies that seemed to shine with droplet marks from the sea. while suma was more bashful and trying to cover herself, makio stood unabashed with her hand on her hip, wrinkled bikini top dangling out of her hand.Ā 
tengen glared at them with the same playfulness, hands not stopping from running all over you.Ā 
ā€œdonā€™t complain, you just werenā€™t paying proper attention,ā€ he teased. ā€œyouā€™re here now, after all.ā€
suddenly, he began to sit up, gently guiding you to do the same. tengenā€™s hands remained on your hips, leaning himself close to your face.Ā 
ā€œsit and face me.ā€ he murmured.
you immediately obeyed. now sitting in front of him, your gaze pointed up at him like you were awaiting his next command.Ā 
he shook his head at you, amused. ā€œon my lap, princess.ā€Ā 
even though you were growing shaky, you obeyed. now straddling him, you gently rested your arms on his broad shoulders for a little bit of support.Ā 
you watched as he undid his robe, revealing his enthralling muscles. even if you already knew what he looked like shirtless, this was even more of an amplifying experience.Ā 
you could see how there was a faint remainder of the oil previously lathered on his skin at the beginning of the day gleaming on his skin. you could see every faint scar and mark of his perfectly displayed for you to admire. though it was futile to just stare in silence, since your awe-struck expression caused him to chuckle, even earning a slight giggle from hina and the others.Ā 
ā€œsee something you like?ā€ he chuckled, hands running up your bare waist.Ā 
before you could react properly, you felt makioā€™s hand from behind you abruptly untie the string of your bikini top in a singular motion, taking advantage of you being distracted. the initial gesture caused you to jump.Ā 
ā€œwaitā€”!ā€Ā 
before you could stop it, the thin fabric had already fallen to the ground. the heat in your body now felt blistering as you were almost completely revealed, especially out in the open like this.Ā 
as you initially scrambled to cover yourself, tengen stopped you, a dazed yet still focused look in his eyes. you could almost see every want of his coming to light now. every craving, every ache heā€™d had for you and your body was becoming so clear now.Ā 
ā€œdonā€™t.ā€ he said gruffly, placing your hands back where they were.Ā 
ā€œyou look so pretty, hun.ā€ makio purred from behind you, embracing you by your upper waist, her lips grazing against the back of your neck.
ā€œwhy would you ever want to hide this?ā€ she admired everything from your thighs to your breasts, making you shiver even with her lightest touches.Ā 
you let out a whimper as makio continued. as if it weren't enough, both suma and hinatsuru now moved even closer to you. at this point, it was all such a collective blur that all you could feel was their hands touching you, without being able to discern who exactly was touching what in the moment.Ā 
desperately, you started to grind down on tengenā€™s erection through the thin cloth of your bikini. even with the slight separation, you could feel just how big he was growing beneath you. his gaze was still so focused, even though you could feel his breath growing even more labored on your skin.Ā 
though, you swear you could feel hinaā€™s eyes burning into you. even as she patiently watched you, inside she was reeling at how good you looked. so entranced and in a pure, euphoric state. this is all she wanted for you, for you to experience the best pleasure from all of your lovers at once.Ā 
you couldnā€™t even gather what had happened in between, but the sound that dragged you from a near pleasure-drunken state was the sound of fabric ripping. looking down, you saw the mangled pieces of your suit bottoms in tengens hands, effortlessly ripped away to reveal your ass, along with your now soaked cunt.
before you could even move, you let out a gasp as you flinched, feeling makioā€™s fingers swipe over your slick wetness, admiring how a generous amount of it glistened on her fingertips.
ā€œwell, what do we have here?ā€ makio teased. being the closest to tengen, she extended her hand to him, a knowing look in her eyes.Ā 
you could feel yourself pulsing as he took her fingers into his mouth, tongue lapping up all of your fluids from her fingers. from there, something was set ablaze in him that even he wasnā€™t fully prepared for.Ā 
ā€œshitā€¦ā€ tengen groaned under his breath. his fingers dug into your hips, lips beginning to leave a trail of kisses on your neck. his breath was rough and hot, teeth occasionally sinking in and marking you up as he pleased.Ā 
throwing your head back, you could feel everything from his shaft rubbing against your folds, to your wivesā€™ hands roaming and groping you all over. some were in your hair, some squeezing your ass, and some even snaking around your stomach to tease your sensitive bud.Ā 
in the midst of the entanglement, you could glimpse hina kissing up your stomach, or what of it she could manage to get in contact with while your husband suckled at your sore nipples.Ā 
her eyes had the same look of craving that tengen hadā€”but it was so much softer. she gently caressed your face in her hands as she admired your beauty again. once more, her lips collided with yours. through her kisses, you could feel yourself instinctively squeeze your thighs together as your tongues teased one another.Ā 
in between hot kisses, you heard her say ā€˜i love youā€™ which almost made you tip over the edge, until tengen caught your attention once again. either way, there was no way you were cumming only once tonight.
you could see he was getting restless now. his hands were starting to leave deeper marks on your hips, and it was evident he wanted all of you to himself now. laying you down beneath him, the wives knew to leave him some space. they still remained close, of course.Ā 
seeing as you were already trembling and even had a few tear streaks staining your face, your wives and husband did their best to make sure you were fully relaxed.Ā 
while tengen let his cock rest at your entrance, he slowly massaged your lower pelvic area with care. hina and suma were above you: suma taking to massaging your tense shoulders and hina gingerly running her fingers through your hair. meanwhile, makio worked her hands into massaging your legs and feet.Ā 
he smiled softly down at you, the tip naturally plunging in slightly due to how wet you were. his hand caressed your face, thumb brushing over your lower lip.Ā 
ā€œtake a deep breath, baby.ā€ he said, face close to yours now. ā€œiā€™ll start slow, okay?ā€Ā 
you could only meekly nod at him as suma and hina both held onto each of your hands now.Ā 
he let out a low groan as he almost immediately slipped balls-deep into you. your head threw back, a shaky cry escaping your lips as he was already stretching you out so much. you could feel your legs trembling uncontrollably, as you were already so close to an orgasm.Ā 
even though his starting thrusts were slow, you could feel them pick up quite fast. you could almost feel how pent up heā€™d been with each thrust.
tengen drove himself further into you by lifting you into a mating press, the slaps from his thrusts getting louder the faster he pounded into you. in response, your hands messily grasped around his neck, struggling to find your balance as his length fucked deeper and deeper into you.Ā 
ā€œtengenā€¦sā€™feels so good,ā€ you slurred, the slapping only getting faster the closer you grew.Ā 
with the way you tightened around him, he could only respond with feral moans and growls, words barely stringing together as all he could think about was making you come.Ā 
ā€œthatā€™s my angelā€¦taking me so well,ā€ he panted, thrusts now growing sloppy as you clenched around him even more, your breasts bouncing with his rhythm.Ā 
his eyes, while set ablaze with something so primal, still managed to have that soft undertone to them as he looked at you. it was so clear how much he adored you, and he would make it known. he let his fingers dig back into your tender flesh, ready to spill everything he had to give inside of you.Ā 
his forehead was against yours now, both of your moans breaking up into shaky, desperate noises.Ā 
ā€œcum for me, sweetheart,ā€ he hissed passionately, the final thrusts becoming so deep you swear you felt like you were about to burst.Ā 
ā€œshow me that youā€™re mine.ā€Ā 
it only took a few more pumps of his cock inside of you before you cried out, louder than you ever had before. your climax had caused almost full-body convulsions, and you didnā€™t think youā€™d be able to function properly if it werenā€™t for your wives soothing you.Ā 
you still remained laying on your back for a while, letting hinatsuru wipe the hot tears that streaked down your cheeks as suma kissed and massaged your body, and makio helped you get your breathing back to normal.Ā 
tengen, while still in a daze himself, still fetched you cold water and wasnā€™t about to let you walk back to the resort. come to think of it, he probably wouldnā€™t let you walk for a while after this.Ā 
after a while, the group of you sat out on the shore admiring the crashing of the waves along with the beautiful stars that now blanketed the night sky.Ā 
you laid with your lovers, head resting against tengenā€™s chest while your wives surrounded you in a sort of ā€œpileā€ of cuddling. of course, hina was closest to you, her head resting on one of your shoulders.Ā 
ā€œI think that was a pretty good trip, hm?ā€ tengen asked, smiling specifically at you.Ā 
you could only give an exhausted smile, hand rubbing against one of his arms that surrounded your waist.Ā 
makio let out a yawn. ā€œitā€™s only good if we can stay here forever.ā€ she sighed dreamily, resting her head on one of his shoulders. tengen chuckled, laying a kiss on her forehead.Ā 
you glanced towards hina, a sleepy figure of suma rested against her thigh. hina looked back at you sweetly, her hand rubbing over yours.Ā 
ā€œdo you feel better?ā€
you couldnā€™t help but giggle a little, thinking of how different you felt a couple hours ago compared to now.Ā 
ā€œso much better.ā€ you murmured, circling your thumb over her hand.
the smile you gave hina in that moment seemed to solve something within herself she even didnā€™t know needed solving. she figured it was because you and her lovers brought her so much peace, which was something she always found herself needing more of in her life.Ā 
after a honeymoon like this, all of you collectively felt like nothing could ever come close to this moment: watching the stars with your lovers as the waves crash in the distance.Ā 
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Rin thinks youā€™re pretty.Ā 
No, scratch that; it was far too inadequate to describe you that way. If he were to be utterly honest, you were exquisitely, heartbreakingly beautiful, far more than his heart could contain.
Youā€™re pretty when you spoke, when you said his name, when you smiled ā€“ oh God, don't even get him started on how your smile could brighten even the darkest of days. He was certain that a face like yours was meant for smiling, and it was even brighter when he was the reason behind it.
Right now, however, Rin finds it hard to look at your face when youā€™re like this ā€“ crying.
and it is even worse when heā€™s the source of it.
ā€œStop crying, dumbass,ā€ he whispered, sighing.Ā 
ā€œThen stop getting into fights, you asshole,ā€ you retorted back in between sobs.
Rin fell silent after your reply. He couldn't find the right words, not with your sobs filling the room and drowning his thoughts. He watched you as you applied a small amount of betadine to a cotton swab and wiped away your tears before turning to him.
ā€œTake a seat. Let me clean that,ā€ you offered, pertaining to the small cut o n his lip.
Rin took one long look at your face, and without a word, he moved to the corner of your bed, feeling the familiar dip of the mattress beneath him while you pulled the chair beside your table and placed it in front of him.
He'd been here countless times before. Growing up with your mothers being best friends meant that you were practically childhood friends by default, and that also meant spending endless hours in each other's homes.
But this time was different from all the previous visits; it was the first time he was in your room, no longer just a close friend anymore. That reality and your crushing tears ā€“ they were consuming all corners of his thoughts.
You closed the gap between you two to get a better look at the swollen cut from a blow he had taken. You gently dabbed the swab around the wound and felt Rin's sharp intake of breath as you did so.
You began to reason, ā€œThis wouldn't happen if you could've justā€“ā€
ā€œI don't want to hear it.ā€
You bit your lower lip and tears started swelling again in the corner of your eyes. Rin was nothing if not so fucking stubbornā€“ that you knew since childhood, but you wished he could put it aside for a moment and truly listen to you.
ā€œOkay,ā€ you coldly said, conceding and turning your focus on cleaning his wound.
Rin wanted to pummel his own self in the ground because of the passing hurt that graced your eyes from how he cut you off. A sniff escaped you and Rin physically felt his heart contract.
What was he supposed to do? Stand by and let those damn assholes make lewd comments about you? There was no way in hell he would just let it slide.
This wasn't the first time Rin had taken matters into his own hands when it came to you. Since third grade, Rin had taken his mom's words about looking after you to heart. And it had always been that way, even back when he was hellbent in denying his feelings. Not an ounce of rationality graces his mind when it comes to you, so you should've already known that he didn't have it in him to hold back.
He caught your hand and gently squeezed it. The gesture prompted you to look at him briefly before turning your gaze away, still hurt from his dismissal of your concern.
ā€œI didnā€™t mean that,ā€ he squeezes your hand again, ā€œLook at me, please.ā€
You turned your head to meet your stubborn boyfriend. This time, you let the tears fall freely.
ā€œIā€™m sorry,ā€ he whispers, sincere and uncharacteristically gentle, ā€œSpeak to me, y/n.ā€
ā€œI just..ā€ you sobbed, ā€œI donā€™t like it when you get hurt. Thatā€™s all.ā€
ā€œI donā€™t like it more when you get hurt,ā€ he countered.
ā€œIt's just some stupid words from stupid people, Rin. They're not worth it.ā€
ā€œBut you are.ā€
Your heart raced at Rin's words. when you raise your gaze to seek hisā€™, you are met with a pair of half-lidded teal eyes staring right into you.
ā€œYouā€™re the one whoā€™s worth it.ā€
Rin's words lingered in the air, leaving you utterly speechless. You never expected him to utter something so heartfelt ā€“ after all, this was Itoshi Rin. A man capable of almost anything, yet kind words seemed to be an exception. Then again, this was Rin, the very same man who believed he wasn't adept at love and yet chose to lay his heart bare in your palms, albeit a bit stubbornly.
As you struggled to find words to express how much his words meant to you, Rin gently raised his hands to wipe away the lingering tears in your eyes. His fingers brushed against the loose strands of hair nearly covering your eyes, tucking them away with meticulous care. His touch was so gentle that itā€™s almost hard to believe it was the same hands who mercilessly struck two men hours ago.
His other hand snaked around your waist, pulling you closer until you were almost seated on his right leg. The closeness made your heart swell, and you couldn't help but nestle into his warmth.
ā€œStop crying, please?ā€ he murmured, ā€œyouā€™re getting your snot in my shirt.ā€Ā 
Way to ruin a moment. ā€œI hate you,ā€ you jokingly scoff against his neck.
ā€œNo, you donā€™t,ā€ he disagrees, so full of conviction it needed some humbling.
ā€œYou bet? No kisses,ā€ you see him smirk at your declaration, ā€œuntil that cut completely heals,ā€ you added, wiping that smirk on his face.
A laugh escaped you at the sudden shift in his expression. gone was the challenged smirk and all that's left are furrowed brows and a subtle pout.Ā 
How dare you take that away from him? Maybe you do hate him, Rin is convinced.
ā€œStill worth it, baby?ā€ you ribbed, seemingly enjoying his misery.
ā€œYes.ā€ with you finally smiling? Absolutely. Youā€™re smiling, and sometimes, itā€™s enough and more ā€“ even for Itoshi Rin.
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I ALREADY HAVE A WIFE | Sebastian Vettel
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ferrari sebastian vettel x race engineer wife!reader
word count: 3450
summary: seb messes up on a press conference while his pregnant wife is there, and he also has to face a journalist that wants to try have a chance with him
warnings: this is based on THAT interview you know all too well (what are YOUR plans?). curse words, pregnancy and everything involved in it, talks of abortion, mental health issues (fluff fluff fluff)
a/n: this is part of history series (coming soon as is being heavily edited). it was my maiden series so... look carefully between lines because there might be some details you don't want to miss out. let me know what do you think of this pleaseeeeee you know i'm always waiting for your feedback, as well as comments and chats on that anon button please! and also, don't forget reblogs are truly appreciated
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Ā© VETTELSVEE (2024). please, do not steal, copy or translate my works. thanks for reading!
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ā€œRose Benson, for The Times. A question for all three drivers: itā€™s just 102 days until weā€™re in Australia. What are your plans now betweenā€¦ What are you gonna be doing over the winter break?Ā 
ā€œWhat are your plans?ā€
Everyone in the room was no surprised by Sebā€™s answer. Laughter started to fill the room, spreading quickly except for two people: Britta and you. You noticed her gaze piercing your husband, as if she were mentally scolding him, like every time she did when he messed up. You, however, just looked at him with a look of disappointment.
She was unsure about what she had just heard, you knew it perfectly.
Seb face immediately turned pale, as if he knew he shouldnā€™t have said that. As Sebā€™s not also wife, but also race engineer, you were used to this kind of behaviour and jokes, but todayā€¦ it just hit different.Ā 
ā€œSeemed to be counting the days,ā€ he continued while starting to laugh a bit nervous. ā€œCanā€™t wait.ā€
Max and Lewis, sitting next to him, joined in the laughter, making him laugh even more as the situation seemed to begin to slip out of his control. You were sure that he knew that having you just a few meters away, shaking your head constantly at the same time you whispered something to his PR didnā€™t bode well.Ā 
ā€œSeb, you go first,ā€ a journalist said. ā€œWhat are your plans?ā€
ā€œUhā€¦ā€
ā€œAnother baby?ā€ Lewis interrupted.
You knew all to well that he tried his best to not tell anything. Apart from your four years old little girl, both of your families, and Britta and Antti, no one knew yet that you couldnā€™t try for another baby because the baby was already on the way.Ā 
You couldnā€™t take the risk of sharing the news and then telling people all over the world that you had an abortion, just as happened to you in 2016.
ā€œUh... wellā€¦ā€ Seb stammered, not knowing what else to say. ā€œQuickly done.ā€
Even though you were caught up in the laughter around you, you couldnā€™t control your growing nervousness, as well as your husband, and it kept getting worse every time you glanced at him. You crossed your arms, almost falling off your chair, and decided to rest your head on Britta's shoulder. You tried your best not to fall asleep, but the yawns continued leaving your mouth with no shame at all.
ā€œIf you need advice I know how to do it.ā€
Another mess-up.
Britta was already signaling with her hands to him so he stopped saying nonsense, totally overwhelmed not because she wasnā€™t used to it, but because she was maybe too worried about you. You straightened up as soon as you heard that, and instinctively placed your hands on your barely noticeable belly, thanking yourself for having decided to start wearing clothes a couple of sizes larger than usual.
ā€œKeep pushing,ā€ Max blurted out, immediately drinking from his bottle.
ā€œWell... I don't know how long you two want to stay on free practice sessions, but... if you wantā€¦ā€
ā€œI like free practice,ā€ the Dutchman commented. ā€œI'd rather stay there for now.ā€
Lewis and Max kept talking to him, but you knew he was trying his best to go along with the conversation.
After what felt like an eternity, the press conference ended. Everyone started to get up and scatter around the room, probably to chat with each other. The season was over, and they wanted to do the usual: say goodbye and wish each other a good winter break. SebĀ  did the same, with the difference that he headed straight towards you.
You were still sat, eyes fixed on the floor while you fidgeted with your fingers nervously, tears streaming down your cheeks.
You felt like a complete idiot because, even though he hadn't meant any harm and your really knew that, he should have thought before speaking because he knew all too well that you usually got overly sensitive. You had been through a pregnancy together before, and although it was a vast world full of unknowns, certain patterns did repeat.
The constant desire for sex and the hormonal ups and downs you suffered were the most obvious.
Slowly, he approached you and, with utmost care, knelt beside you, placing a hand on your thigh. You didn't pull away as you usually did when she was mad at him, and you saw in his eyes that he wasnā€™t expecting you to react that way.
ā€œI'm sorry if what I said made you uncomfortable, especially that baby talk. The last thing I wanted to do was to upset you but I ended up messing up, like always.ā€
You lifted her gaze, meeting his. He knew you were not exactly sad, but a bit disappointed at the thought that someone might have discovered the pregnancy you were trying so hard to keep secret.
ā€œI swear I hate you right now, Sebastian Vettel,ā€ you said, being completely honest and letting the hormones act for you. ā€œYou made me feel so bad, I swear, butā€¦ā€
Your words came out broken, and tried your best to keep your cool.
He knew you stopped talking because your eyes welled up more than usual: you were on the verge of breaking down but didn't want to do it in public. He leaned his forehead against yours, your faces almost touching.
ā€œI never wanted to make you feel this way, my love,ā€ he whispered. ā€œYou, alongside our girl, are the most important people to me, and you know that perfectly well,ā€ you nodded, though he knew you doubted it. ā€œYou don't know how much I regret not taking care of my wordsā€¦ā€
You looked at him, perhaps trying to find the obvious honesty behind his words. You knew he was being completely honest, but once again, your insecurity was consuming you and acting on your behalf.
ā€œSeb, I hate myself right now. Quite a lot, actually,ā€ you revealed in a nearly inaudible whisper. ā€œI hate being pregnant because I feel useless! I'm so bipolarā€¦ā€ you tensed up, though standing and positioning yourself next to him to keep talking without anyone overhearing. ā€œI want to hit you, I want to cry, and at the same time, I want you to take me to the bathrooms and have casual sex like we were teenagers. Do you understand me, sunshine?ā€
You said that but actually no, he couldn't understand you because he didn't know what it was like to be roughly eight weeks pregnant.
ā€œY/N, hey, listen to me love,ā€ he said, holding your face in his hands and wiping away your tears. ā€œYou donā€™t have to hate yourself for feeling this way, alright? Weā€™re in this together, and youā€™re going through a lot of changes. Itā€™s completely normal to feel this way,ā€ he repeated.
You nodded, and even curled your lips into a small smile. You didnā€™t waste any time and quickly started hugging him and leaving kisses on his right cheek.
But that ended abruptly when you both heard a throat clear behind you.
Britta was standing next to none other than the pink-haired girl who had asked your husband about his winter break plans earlier.
Rose Benson, that Italian journalist who had become one of the best, if not the most prominent, additions to Formula 1 journalism.
ā€œSebastian, as charming as ever I seeā€¦ā€ her words made you cling tightly to Sebā€™s arm, a bit afraid. Again, your insecurity appeared. ā€œCan I steal you for a few minutes for an exclusive interview?ā€
Her gaze fell with a hint of disdain on your, as if your were an unnecessary part of the conversation she was trying to have with your husband. Immediately, he wrapped his arm around your waist and started making faces at Britta so she could help him to get rid of that reporter.
As expected, she refused, letting him know he would have to face an interview he didnā€™t want to do but that it was up to him whether or not he did it. She knew better than anyone what it was like to deal with the media and, especially, with professionals like the one in front of you.
ā€œIā€™m sorry, Rose. Iā€™m busy.ā€
ā€œCome on, Sebastian... weā€™ve known each other for years,ā€ she persisted, getting a bit closer to Seb. ā€œYou know it would be an amazing interview... like so many weā€™ve had.ā€
You were starting to get upset again. The only thing he did was placing a hand on your belly, and it somehow calmed you, but not for long.Ā 
ā€œBenson, Iā€™m serious. The only conversation I want to have right now is the one I was having with my wife,ā€ he said, calmly rubbing your back.
ā€œYouā€™re disappointing me, Vettel,ā€ she snapped, leaving you both in shock. WYouā€™re missing out a wonderful opportunity to be interviewed, in private, with someone like me.ā€
After hearing that, tears once again covered your face. You took a few steps back, slight pushing him and positioned yourself next to Britta, who didnā€™t know what to do other than wrap her arms around you while Seb was still watching the reporter start scribbling something on a piece of paper.
ā€œHereā€™s my phone number, Seb,ā€ she said in an overly suggestive tone as she handed him the piece of paper, which he took. ā€œAre you sure you donā€™t want to reconsider? We could find a more private place, andā€¦ā€
As she got dangerously closer to him, Seb kept your eyes on you.
You hated how polite he was even though people acted in such a stupid way.Ā 
ā€œRose, Iā€™m sorry, but thatā€™s not going to happen,ā€ you said again. ā€œMy answer, once again, is no.ā€
ā€œHave you never wanted to explore curves other than those on the circuit?ā€
ā€œWhy are you such a fucking bitch?! The only curves he explores off the circuit are mine!ā€
The womanā€™s insinuations had pushed you over the edge. Several people were already looking at you, and youā€™d swear some were even taking pictures or videos, so it wouldnā€™t surprise you if you went viral on Twitter that night.
Benson didnā€™t know what to say or do after your insult, except to end the closeness she had created by moving away from your husband as much as possible, trying not to arouse suspicion from the onlookers.
ā€œY/N, I think itā€™s best if we go get some air, what do you think?ā€ Britta suggested you.
ā€œNo, I donā€™t want to go get some air, Britta!ā€ you shouted again, breaking free from Roeskeā€™s careful grasp. You were worried about you getting this upset, but you didnā€™t care at all. This wasnā€™t good for the pregnancy. ā€œI want to tell this stupid journalist to learn to do her damn job properly and stop meddling in marriages!ā€
ā€œExcuse me? Are you calling me a cheater?ā€ she retorted, clearly offended. ā€œYou need to learn to control what you say, dear. Youā€™re going to get yourself into more trouble if you keep this up.ā€
You were getting more nervous than hearing Seb during the press conference, youā€™d swear.
ā€œYes, you!ā€ you snapped, moving further away as Britta tried to take you out. She must have noticed how pale you had gone. ā€œDo you think Seb doesnā€™t have a girlfriend? Well, surprise! He married me last June and weā€™ve been together for nearly seven years, and we have a daughter, and...!ā€
The index finger on Sebā€™s lips was what made you stop from revealing your third pregnancy or who knows what else. Your expression revealed him that, although he had done the best to make you shout, at that moment you only wanted to kill him.
Britta began to guide you more quickly towards the door to get out of there, but your words still could be heard despite the distance with a frustration that was more than obvious. There was a point in your life when you started saying what you wanted, fought for what you believed was not fair, and you stopped being intimidated or afraid of anything or anyone.
Thatā€™s what probably made Seb fall in love with you more and more every day, even he actually thought it would be impossible.
When you finally left, Britta handed you a bottle of water and started to calm you down, but you just couldnā€™t relax. Now, you were still nervous and actually worried about what Seb could be saying to that woman. His body expressions, the ones you were seeing from distance, didnā€™t calm you as much as you thought, and when she handed him a piece of paper you completely lost it and, once again, started crying, leaning on a wall.
A few minutes, later, Seb approached you while you saw Britta leaving you two some space.
ā€œHey, Y/N, Iā€™m so sorry about what happened there. I shouldā€™ve handled it better,ā€ he started, his voice full of concern.
ā€œSeb, itā€™s not your fault. She was way out of line,ā€ you said, your voice trembling while trying to calm yourself down.Ā 
He pulled you into a tight hug, your body relaxing slightly against his.
ā€œWeā€™ll get through this, together, like we always do,ā€ he whispered, kissing the top of your head, hoping to soothe your nerves.
His gaze meets your tear-filled eyes. Gently, he took your hands and started caressing them with his thumbs, knowing how much it relaxed you in moments of distress like this.
"Thanks for taking care of her for me, Britta," Seb said, turning around to thank your second mother once more for looking after you and sparing you any trouble.
You wanted to say something to him, but as soon as Seb turned his back again you, he got closer and closed the distance between you two, pressing his lips to yours.Ā 
You ended up forcing yourself to pull away not because you might get horny,because you're not used to showing affection in public unless it's a completely special occasion. The world knows you only hold hands lightly or maybe kiss on the cheek, out of respect for your profession and, above all, so that people see you as an engineer and not just a WAG.
Private moments were exclusively yours, and no one beyond your loved ones and yourselves needed to know about them.
"What's that about, Seb?"
You were too surprised, feeling a wave of emotions invading you.Ā 
"The thing with Rose, or the kiss?" he asked innocently.
"Both," you replied shortly, then corrected yourself. "Sorry, it's just that girl made me feel like..."
You couldnā€™t continue. You put your hands over your face, but Seb pulled them away. There was no need for you to hide from him: he knew how you felt, and all he wanted in those moments was calming you and making you aware that there was no need for you to feel ashamed about anything.
"I only want you, Y/N," he brought you even closer and started touching your belly again, but now with more discretion. "In this, and a thousand more universes, and beyond life, whatever it is, and no matter what happens, I will always love only you. Just you, Y/N."
"Do you really love me? Even though I'm fat and ugly like I am now?" you wanted to know, doubting yourself as you focused on looking at your body up and down.
He chuckled softly at your comment. You werenā€™t not fat: your belly was just a slightly bigger than usual despite being in the first trimester because of your natural anatomy.Ā 
"You're neither fat nor ugly, darling, but it's normal to feel that way," he comforted you. "You're experiencing changes, so don't overthink, Y/N. Youā€™re a superhero: youā€™re creating a whole baby in there"
"But I just... I feel like a bomb of emotions. I feel so... so stupid and contradicting myself all the time..."
"It's the hormones," he interrupted you. "Don't press yourself for feeling that way. Do you remember when you were pregnant with Emily?"
Before he could say anything else, he made sure that, aside from Britta, you were alone in the hallway. Seeing that no one else was around, he kneeled down and brought his face to your belly. He placed both hands on either side and started kissing it, causing you laugh.
"Hello, my little girl. How are you doing? There's a long way to go, but mom and I are so excited to meet you, as well as your big sister, who really wants you to be born just to play with you."
You know the baby couldnā€™t hear you, but you felt so happy Seb was trying his best to make you a little happier.
"Stop, sunshine," you started saying, taking his arms to make him stand up. "Seb, seriously, get up. They're going to catch us!"
There was no one around, and he even double-checked to make sure. However, he decided to listen to you to avoid making you more nervous. At the same time, Britta nodded for you both to follow her. Seb took your hand and followed her steps.
"Seb..." you started speaking with some doubt.
"What is it, love?"
"Why did you say my little girl before?ā€
He turned hid head towards you. He saw you blushing and looking a little lost.
"Because I know it's going to be another girl," he confessed to you, leaving you a bit puzzled. "I don't know why, but it seems, and I truly believe, that making girls is our specialty."
"I think it's going to be a boy, but it makes sense: the other baby was also a girl..."
You forced yourself to stop talking. You didnā€™t usually talk about the miscarriage you had about two years ago, at sixteen weeks pregnant, and although you had made great progress after nearly making an irreversible mistake, it still hurted.
They say you learn from mistakes, but if you had seen the clear signs of the person who ruined your lives and had taken measures much earlier, things would have been very different.
"How about we make a bet?" he commented, trying to change the subject while now wrapping his arm around your waist. "If it's a boy, I'll take you on vacation wherever you want."
"And if it's a girl, like you say?" you wanted to know.
"Then I'll take you to dinner at your favourite restaurant. The one you always want me to take you whenever we go visit your family."
You looked at him strangely, knowing perfectly well that what he said wasnā€™t really a bet; in fact, it's anything but a bet. Adding to that, his voice sounded so calm that it might have surprised you with his passivity.
Britta and Antti look at you both as Seb helped you to enter the car, as if they wanted to know what you were talking about. You look that he shook his head at them and immediately started laughing.
"And what are you laughing at now, Sebastian?" you snapped at him again as he sat next to Britta. "Are you trying to mess with me, or what?"
"What's wrong with her? Is she okay?"
The whispers from his training coach, who clearly wanted toknow what was going on without appearing nosy, made him laugh even more. He didnā€™t even answer him and directly looked at you:
"Start thinking if you want to go to Cadiz or Mallorca, and if you prefer a McDonald's burger with pickles and ice cream with ketchup and fries or your aunt's wiener schnitzel."
Your eyes lighted up with excitement. You knew that he was making you decide, but in the end heā€™ll do all of that, and more, for you. Seb was the best partner ever and took care of you amazingly, especially when you were pregnant or struggling with your mental health.Ā 
"I hate that you know me so well, Seb," you ended up saying, taking some candies from Britta's hand. "But I'm sure you don't know what's on my mind right now."
Of course he did, he knew you too well. You were just being horny, and your face showed.
"Y/N, I really appreciate you all," Roeske began to say as she looked at both of you, "but please: stop acting like you know what in front of us. Canā€™t you contain yourselves for ten minutes and then do whatever you want when youā€™re alone in your hotel room? Really, Iā€™ll take care of Emily and I'll even stay all night listening to loud music on my headphones so I don't have to hear you moan all the time. Agree? But please: behave, kids."
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shenanigans-and-imagines Ā· 9 months ago
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A/N: The patch 6 announcement has me back on my bullshit. I know I write a lot for Astarion, but this stupid wizard has my heart too. Hereā€™s to hoping we get to make out with him soon.
Galeā€™s kisses come in stages
Obviously for a long time heā€™s very concerned about the orb and getting too excited, as it were
Even after the orb is stabilized and you have your first night together, some part of him thinks heā€™s getting away with something
The kisses shared between you are fleeting, but tender
While he adores your lips, heā€™ll just as happily kiss your hand or the top of your head, really any place he can reach
He wants to stay, even if itā€™s just the barest kiss you can sense it pains him to pull away, but you have other things to do
If he pushes his luck, maybe youā€™ll be the one to pull away first; he knows he can be a bitā€¦much
The longer your together, the less hesitant he is
All he really needs is for you to pull him back into a deeper kiss a few times in a row for him to get the message
Once he has your permission, itā€™s nearly impossible for him to keep his hands off you
He still feels like heā€™s getting away with something, that at any second youā€™re going to realize heā€™s not enough or maybe the orb comes back or honestly just the daily dangers you have on your journey are going to tear you away, but instead of bracing for rejection, it just makes him hungry
He starts kissing you like itā€™s the end of the fucking world, but, in his defense, it kind of is
Even soft kisses come with hands cupping your face as he sharply inhaled your scent
He also canā€™t help but steal a few more, as if making up for lost time
Kisses after a fight are positively indecent
We already know he gets horny, but knowing he can touch you after makes him practically vibrate
He has enough self control to wait until your properly healed and back at camp, but not enough to wait until after you bath before heā€™s pulling your some place private and kissing the air right out of your lungs
Thatā€™s not to say every kiss leads to something more, only that heā€™s less reserved in putting all his love and adoration into every touch
He worships you, let him worship you
The feeling can be addicting, but itā€™s also something you might need to work on with him
Everybody wants to be loved, but being truly in love you need to be a partner, not a goddess on a pedestal
Your mortal and so is he, you donā€™t need worship, you just need him
And when he finally gets that into his thick skull you find him kissing you in all new ways
Without the threat of the Elder Brain or the crown, Gale finally feels like he has time
He still canā€™t keep his hands off you, but there is a warm security in it
Heā€™s not afraid your going to pull away
He can kiss you slowly, savor the taste as he smiles against your lips
He can tease you and know youā€™ll just laugh and pull him back again
His finds he loves kissing your shoulders and the back of your neck as he simply holds you from behind for no other reason than because he can
Even when he finds himself distracted by grading papers or some new discovery, heā€™ll reach out for your hand, bringing it to his lips to make sure you know he knows your there
He starts to plan his mornings allowing for at least an extra fifteen minutes to get out of bed because how can he be expected to get anything done before heā€™s properly kissed you awake
Maybe things will teeter off later down the line, his colleagues have teased him more than once about the honeymoon phase
But even years down the line, he canā€™t see himself slowing down
Honestly the fact that itā€™s expected for people to be less in love with their spouse after their married is something he canā€™t find himself ever understanding (skill issue)
He doesnā€™t kiss you like itā€™s the end of the world, he kisses you like the world is going to keep on spinning, that time is going to keep moving forward and the best way he knows how to spend it is with you
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leewritestoomuch Ā· 7 months ago
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hi could i rq. general konoha 11 + sand siblings nsfw hcs ! (aged up/boruto ver obv) <3
Also: nobody understands Uchihas better than I do and I donā€™t even like most of em. /j Why are they all practically evil in fics? Iā€™m going crazy. Most of them are clearly softies when it comes to love. Am I right or am I right???
And sorry, you can tell who I have more ideas for and who I was drawing a blank on.
Oh and sorry yall for the gap in my writing. This one took a while. Iā€™ve been working on it for a bit. And part of it got lost and deleted, so I rewrote it. A long with a couple other stories got deleted and I lost some motivation for a moment lol
Konoha 13 + Sand Siblings HCs
Naruto Uzumaki
Heā€™s energetic, and that 100% applies to in bed too.
Likely inexperienced, but eager. And a little nervous.
Talked big game beforehand, but even if you didnā€™t know before, you definitely know it was all talk now.
That being said, heā€™s a quick learner, even if he complains about being confused at first.
I think heā€™d have like little to no knowledge though, being such a loner for a while, in all. Hope you have patience.
That being said, he is a bit of a pervert with what he does know.
Overall though, heā€™d set a fast pace, but the sex would still be intimate and soft.
Praise. Praise. Praise. Giving and receiving.
Sasuke Uchiha
No experience, but he knows the ins and outs.
He wasnā€™t too concerned with sex or anything of that matter before, but when he returned to Konoha, he realized he had feelings for you. So he starts to think about it.
Heā€™s not a pervert like Kakashi or Naruto, and heā€™d never lose his cool over sexy jutsu, BUTTT heā€™s secretly horny as hell. Like low sex drive usually, but just being around you makes it sky rocket to abnormal levels.
Heā€™s very private about sex though, so usually only happens in your bedroom orā€¦ cough cough in a quiet forest with nobody around cough cough (if you know, you know)
Heā€™s got a breeding kink. Next question.
Uses a mix of degradation and praises.
Lots of demanding, but also lots of giving sooooā€¦
I truly believe Sasuke would be a softer partner than people make him out to be. Like did yall watch Boruto or not?? Heā€™s got awkward and sweet energy. Heā€™s TRYING. Heā€™s emotionally stunted yall.
More dominant and likes to be in control, but will fall apart in your arms anyways. Usually more of a soft dom than anything.
One of the most likely to be fairly kinky though. I think heā€™d slowly discover heā€™s into things as they occur or cross his mind.
Sakura Haruno
She knows a lot about the human body.
Might have experience, might not. I could see it either way.
I think your first time with her would happen after like a romantic dinner together. And it would be romantic and slow.
Butā€¦ that depends on you, because sheā€™ll mostly go with what you want. It makes her happy.
Sheā€™s okay with being degraded or praised, but she really only likes to praise you.
Low sex drive.
She likes any position she can see your face.
Sheā€™s a switch, depends on her partnerā€™s preference.
Sai Yamanaka
(Obviously not married here but just to have a last name to add)
He read a book about what to do.
Probably does something incredibly stupid at first, but that being said, heā€™s not an idiot, so not too bad.
Youā€™d probably have to correct him a little bit. Also, tell him to forget the book and just go with the feeling and follow your lead.
Youā€™d be in the lead at first. Probably go down on him first thing.
Heā€™s not small. (I mean did you hear the way he talked to Naruto? Heā€™s probably got something to work with if heā€™s talking so confidently LMFAO)
So youā€™d probably have to use your hand for the base while your mouth sucks on about half or so of his cock.
His hand tangles in your hair/rests on top, not pulling, but resting there.
He throws his head back, letting out soft sighs and small moans that escape his lips. Heā€™s not trying to be quiet, but heā€™s not loud either.
Although, he might have read girls donā€™t like when guys make noise. Who knows. Then you might have to tell him thatā€™s not true.
At first, sex is just discovering things with him. Youā€™re both exploring how everything feels.
But, after a few times, he starts taking the lead and initiating.
He has a low sex drive though, so he wonā€™t initiate too often.
Itā€™s also hard to get him to realize what youā€™re asking for if you drop hints. He saw your underwear when you bent overā€¦ okay. He might even comment on how you should be more careful since he knows you donā€™t like to expose yourself so much.
You just deadpan and tell him it was supposed to turn him on.
ā€œOh.ā€ And now heā€™s unbuckling his pants and asking you to come sit on his lap. :)
Shikamaru Nara
Low sex drive, usually at least, because now heā€™s consumed by the desire to be rode by you. Like he dreams about it.
He calls you troublesome to himself when he wakes up hard in the morning occasionally.
He lowkey loves to just lay between your legs or have you sit on his face so he can eat you out (pussy or ass, donā€™t matter)
Lazy morning sex. He loves it.
Heā€™s dominant, but he can be rather lazy most the time. That being said, he will fuck you how you want him to if you ask.
Degrading but heā€™s not super mean about it at all. More like soft grunts with degrading terms, but the rest of it comes out more like soft sighs and groans of pleasure and praise.
Choji Akimichi
The sweetest. He takes his time with you every time.
Body worship. More so giving than receiving, but heā€™ll be a blushing mess if you give back the same energy.
Praise. Lots of it.
Heā€™d be the type to kiss down your body, from your lips to your neck to your chest all the way down til he gets between your legs.
He canā€™t bring himself to be rough or harsh with you in anyway. No degradation, rough sex, or anything.
Likes to be able to see your face during sex.
Heā€™d like to try food play.
Ino Yamanaka
Pillow princess unless asked to do otherwise.
She loves to be praised and worshipped, but also likes things rougher.
Sheā€™s a bit of a brat about things. Constantly going against what you say for fun.
She does it on purpose so youā€™ll go rougher on her, she likes it.
She also likes when things are slow and romantic though.
And sheā€™d love it if you planned like a candlelit dinner and put a trail of rose petals on like Valentineā€™s Day, or even just cuz.
Shino Aburame
Heā€™s in charge. Heā€™s on top. Whatever. He doesnā€™t like to not have control.
He also just wants to please you, and often heā€™s not too worried about himself.
Might get a little self conscious if you skip over touching him or giving him head more than once. Like if itā€™s been a few times now and you havenā€™t botheredā€¦ did he do something?
He doesnā€™t need it, but he justā€¦ you know how he is.
He doesnā€™t make much noise.
But I do believe that right before he cums, he whimpers. He canā€™t help it, and donā€™t bring it up afterwards. Heā€™ll be so embarrassed and not want to do it for a while because heā€™s scared heā€™ll do it again.
If he gets like that, just tell him you loved it. Then go down on him and tell him you wanna make him do it again.
Heā€™s good with his hands, I just know it.
He can go rough and be stern and demanding, but other than that, heā€™s rather vanilla.
Heā€™s a big fan of missionary so he can see your face.
And he doesnā€™t want to do anything unless itā€™s in your own home or absolute private, like an inn.
Kiba Inuzuka
Hickeys.
He loves giving them.
You will have like 20. From your jaw to your thighs, heā€™s marked. Plenty of them are visible and hard to hide because theyā€™re dark.
He doesnā€™t exactly take his time. No, those hickeys are from the entire act. He starts leaving them during foreplay, then when heā€™s pounding into you, he quiets himself down by latching onto your skin.
When he eats you out, he leaves bite marks and hickeys around your thighs.
He calls it ā€œmarking his territoryā€ then has to explain himself because no he doesnā€™t mean youā€™re a territory, youā€™re not a place or an objectā€¦ he justā€¦ youā€™re his partner!
Heā€™s rough.
Likes doggystyle most, but then he gets upset that he canā€™t see your face and next time he sets up a mirror.
Quickies. He canā€™t wait. Heā€™ll whine if you tell him NO he canā€™t fuck you under the blanket, because YES people will notice the movement.
You might want to settle and pull him into a bathroom and let him fuck you over the counter, but he wonā€™t force or beg you to the point of you giving in or anything. Heā€™ll wait if you really mean no.
Heā€™s got a high sex drive
Very likely to be pretty kinky. Heā€™d be willing to tie you up, spank you, degrade you, etc.
He wonā€™t do pet play. Thinks that shit is weird. So donā€™t think that because heā€™s a dog user, heā€™s gonna act dog like or have you act dog like. In fact, heā€™s more likely to hate it as a dog user.
I think heā€™d find any roleplay to be useless though. You could convince him if you wanted, but heā€™ll complain.
Hinata Hyuga
Much more intimate and gentle sex is what she wants
Sheā€™s not a pillow princess. She literally fantasizes about pleasing her partner.
Like probably day dreams, gets lost in her own thoughts, then is a blushing mess when she realizes that somebody is talking to her and sheā€™s imagining what your moans would sound like when sheā€™s between your legs, ESPECIALLY if the person talking to her is you.
She likes to do it in private, but she canā€™t deny that she imagines doing it where you both currently are. Not that she would.
Secretly has a high sex drive
Long refractory period though. She needs breaks between rounds.
Neji Hyuga
Took him a while to get vulnerable enough to take off his clothes if heā€™s being honest
Also I think Hyugaā€™s are very reserved and conservative until marriage, but he has such a tough time following that.
He really wants to jump your bones. And itā€™s almost like the fact he canā€™t because of his clanā€™s reserved and traditional nature just makes it WAYYYY more tempting.
Youā€™re literally irresistible to him
Secretly, heā€™s just a little bit of a pervert. (Like Rock Leeā€™s Ninja Pals says he is)
I think he would have wet dreams from sexual frustration. Like the longer he holds back from having you under him, the worse it gets. Like a disease with no treatment.
I think your first time with him would be sudden, and it would be his first time ever.
Youā€™d look WAYYYYY to good, and this time he canā€™t bring himself to ignore the boner he gets. No heā€™s gotta see if youā€™ll indulge him.
He may stop and pull away, get his act together if you remind him of his clanā€™s pride, and how he was so bent on following it before.
Maybe the first time, but by the next time he tries to give in, there is no try. He is cancelling any plans yā€™all had and tearing the outfit that made your body look so irresistible off.
He doesnā€™t have a super high sex drive, but he has such a hard time resisting just laying you down when you look so damn good. You are the reason heā€™s horny.
He loves when you ride him, and he WILL whimper. He tries not to, but Neji canā€™t be silent with the way you are squeezing him. The way you do it is so perfect, every bounce is drawing a noise out of him until heā€™s literally just letting out a stream of loud whimpers as he cums.
I think his cum would actually taste good. Next question.
Rock Lee
Pervertedā€¦
He feels bad for it when he catches himself, but Oop itā€™s too lateā€¦ heā€™s got a boner
Boners are obvious in that green spandexā€¦
He wouldnā€™t agree with doing it in public or semi-public though, but if you noticed his behavior or boner and pulled him off into the bathroom, ignoring his ā€œthis is indecent!ā€ Protests because when you look at him before diving in to give him head, his eyes are literally pleading and he shuts up, pushing his hips towards your face.
He canā€™t be quiet so youā€™ll have stuff something in his mouth or cover it with your hand.
He secretly wants your chest in his face. Heā€™s a chest guy. Boobs, pecks, whatever. He loves everything chest.
But he also loves ass. Small or big. Wants to grab a handful anyways.
Total switch
Because listen, he loves to pin your hips down and force you to accept the pleasure youā€™re trying to deny yourself.
Loves to pound his hips against yours until youā€™re a mess, but he also loves to do as you say.
He loves to be broken down until heā€™s in pieces by your mouth, body, words, whatever.
He whimpers like constantly, especially when heā€™s submissive. He tries to shut up when heā€™s dirty talking as heā€™s in charge, but he lets GO otherwise.
Tenten
Iā€™m sorry her portion of this will beā€¦ lacking. I donā€™t know enough to say much. I love her, but Iā€™ve never really thought about this at all.
I think sheā€™d be a switch, but prefers to be in charge.
I think sheā€™s depend greatly on you though.
If you donā€™t want to bottom/sub, thatā€™s good.
Or vise versa.
She likes to take her time when sheā€™s in control.
Sheā€™s fairly willing to try new things if you want to.
She enjoys going down on you most of all.
Gaara of the Sand
Heā€™s very private about everything. He believes that his private life and his kazekage life should stay relatively separate. However, it is known that you are his partner. Thatā€™s no secret.
Heā€™s not super into PDA, so itā€™s no surprise that he refuses to do anything risky or public in anyway.
He will not do it in the kazekageā€™s office. He has too much respect for it, but he also doesnā€™t want to get caught anyways.
Heā€™s very intimate during. Slow and sensual for sure.
I can see him being into bondage, but like you get tied up, not him. Butā€¦ depends. And might take some encouragement.
Refuses to hurt or degrade you for any reason. He only does praise. He could not bring himself to call you names or anything. Or to draw blood from you or hit you, etc. he doesnā€™t see why those things should be brought into the bedroom for ā€œfun.ā€
He doesnā€™t think theyā€™re fun.
He knew like nothing about sex before you. I actually think heā€™d have no idea how to initiate at first so you definitely initiated it.
I think heā€™d be the type you have to teach what to do a bit, but he gets the hang of it quickly. Then next time, heā€™s got every spot memorized.
Awkward. Like the first couple times were awkward, but romantic and cute.
Kankuro of the Sand
One word: kinky.
He likes to degrade you with a shit eating grin on his face. His degradation feels like a compliment most of the time though. Like he calls you a slut and it feels like heā€™s calling you a prince/princess. Itā€™s confusing.
Heā€™s so good at dirty talk. Heā€™ll have you writhing in your spot, desperate for him and heā€™s not even touched you yet.
Heā€™s got incredible patience when it comes to you. He takes his time breaking you down into a mess for him.
His face paint would 10 billion percent be smeared across your thighs and chest. Your neck is purple from bites AND his face paint to the point you canā€™t tell which is which.
Only when you wash off the face paint do you realize he left way too many dark hickeys thatā€™ll probably take at least a week to fade away.
Confront him about this and heā€™ll just laugh.
Donā€™t tempt him to leave more, because he will.
He forces you to maintain eye contact when he goes down on you. If you look away for more than like 3 seconds, he give you a little tap as a warning, but twice and he stops.
Orgasm denial for sure. He would be the type to make up an excuse as to why he pulled away. He tells you all sorts of excuses. ā€œYou werenā€™t moaning enough.ā€ ā€œYou moved your hips too much. Stay still.ā€ And of course, ā€œyou looked away.ā€
He can make you cum hard almost every single time. You see stars.
The most fun part for him isnā€™t dicking you down, itā€™s the breaking you apart and putting you back together again.
Temari of the Sand
Dominant. Dommy mommy for sure.
Even when she decides to ā€œsubā€ or ā€œbottom,ā€ sheā€™s not doing a good job at it. Sheā€™s still telling you what to do, where to move, etc.
Sheā€™ll pull your hair, slap you, etc. as long as you are okay with it and want her to.
Loves to boss you around, telling you what she wants. Demanding you to please her.
ā€œGet on your kneesā€
Head pusher for sure, but you two have a like physical que to let each other know when itā€™s enough.
All that being said, sometimes she really really just wants sweet, slow sex. Intimate nights filled with nothing but love.
She likes to keep all of this private though. No public or risky stuff.
However, she does like to do it beyond just in bed.
Would be the type to start kissing all over your neck, unbuttoning your shirt while youā€™re trying to cook breakfast.
You might want to turn the stove off.
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