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tears [rafe cameron]
pairing - rafe cameron x reader
summary - rafe was a busy man. but, when his girl knocked on the doors of tannyhill with tears streaming down her cheeksânothing was more important than her. and heâd fix whatever was bothering her. or whoever. he hated to see his girl cry.
warnings - none rlly, hurt/comfort, protective and attentive rafe
rafe sighed into his phone call when he heard a knock on the door. he stood in his fatherâs officeâwhich was now hisâpacing the room.
âhey, hey man, just hang on a sec, sorry.â he muttered to the potential investor before he put him on hold. he set his phone down on the desk and marched out of the office, curses and mumbles leaving his lips.
âsomebody always fuckinâ needs something.â his hand rubs over his buzzed hair as his other hand curls in and out of a fist at his side. âgoddamn. probably fuckinâ sarah and her stupidââ
his mumbles come to a halt when he opens the door and sees his girl standing there, tears staining her flushed cheeks. ârafe..â she whispers weakly, her frame shaking as she looks up at him.
âhey, hey, baby.â he says quickly, completely forgetting the phone call waiting for him as all his attention, worry, and concern is shifted to her. âwhatâs wrong, câmere.â
his hand reaches for her wrist, pulling her into his chest. she lets out a quiet sob as she buries her face into his chest, stepping inside. he haphazardly pushes the door shut as he keeps her close to his chest and walks them both inside and through the foyer.
he whispers shhâs, and coos at her in his arms as he heads for the living room, sitting them both down. he softly pulls her from his chest, his head dipping down to her level. his hands come to her cheeks, wiping the tears off her soft skin.
âhey, baby, what happened? talk to me.â he says, his eyebrows furrowed with concern.
âi-i-â she stammers, unable to get words out as she chokes on cries. her breathing quickens, getting close to hyperventilating. when she cries, she goes too fast, losing control of her breathing.
âhey, hey, no. donât do that. câmon baby, you know better. breathe, baby, breathe.â
she begins to slow down, her breathing coming back to normal. she keeps her eyes on rafeâs, slowly calming down.
âthere ya go. attaâ girl. good job. breathe.â he praises, his head nodding softly as he watches her. once her breathing fully calms, she takes one last deep breath and wipes the last of her tears.
ânow, gonna tell me whatâs got your pretty little head so worried, hm?â he coos, his head tilting slightly. âwhatâs bothering you? who do i have to kill, huh?â he jokes with a grin. but to be honestâhe probably wasnât joking.
she sniffles, her eyebrows furrowing. âmy uterus.â she whines. âiâm on my period. my cramps hurt like a bitch. and my mom is pissing me off.â she sniffles, stumbling over her words slightly. âand iâm hungry. and you werenât answering, i know youâre busy. but i just really needed to see you, iâm sorryââ
âhey, hey, itâs okay.â he nods softly. âiâm here, itâs alright. iâm not busy, doesnât matter.â he says matter-of-factly. he wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. âwhat do you need? hm? i have that heating pad in my room i bought for you a couple months ago.â he whispers sweetly. âi can make you somethin? buy you stuff? i dunno, what do you need?â
he was willing to do anything, he didnât care. when his baby cried, heâd move mountains to make her feel better. heâd go to every store in town, run up his credit card, do anything. as long as she got a smile on her face at the end of it.
she nods against his chest, looking up at him. âyeah.. the heating pad. andâand can you make me a grilled cheese? you make emâ so good.â she asks sweetly, her voice gentle and weak.
he smiles softly, looking down at the sweet girl in his arms. âyeah, baby, of course. i donât know if theyâre that good. everytime i make them, youâre usually drunk and itâs three in the morning. that might be why they taste so good.â he jokes.
she shoves his chest playfully. âi donât care, you canât fuck up a grilled cheese. please?â
he grins. âyeah, yeah. grilled cheese, heating pad. got it, baby. anything else?â he says thoughtfully, his fingers coming to push strands of hair off from where they stick to her tear strained cheeks.
she shakes her head. âjust you.â
he smiles. âokay.â he kisses her forehead. âiâll be right back, gimmie a few minutes to get all that.â he stands, making sure sheâs laid comfortably on the couch. he grabs the blanket from the end of the couch and drapes it over her. his eyes search the living room, landing in the remote, he hands it to her.
he leans down, placing another kiss to her cheek this time. âput on whatever you want. iâll be back, promise.â
he leaves her at the couch and heads back to the office. he picks up his phone and takes it off hold. âhey, gotta go. somethinâ came up. iâll give you a call later.â he hung up before the guy could even get a word in.
nothing came before his girl.
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In Plain Sight
Here we go with Chaeryeong. She just can't help herself. Also, guest Yuna makes a small appearance at the end and is just as big a perv as Chaeryeong.
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Chaeryeong X Mreader
A little past noon, you took the girls out shopping, except for Chaeryeong, who had chosen to stay home instead. The shopping trip was for Yuna more than it was for Ryujin and Lia; while both women could do some shopping, Yuna was the one who loved it. She dragged you along to every store, looked through every rack of clothing, and tried on everything she liked. It was a tiring experience for you, but, at the very least, it was something you had to do only every few months, or Yuna would start to complain.Â
Once you were done with shopping, the drive home, and the girls chatting in the van's back seats over Yunaâs mountain of bags, it was all going smoothly until you hit a traffic jam. Yuna was the first to complain, stomping her feet against the floor. âWhy arenât we moving?!âÂ
âWeâre in traffic, Yuna!â Youâd yell back at her, earning you a pout from the maknae,
âThere was no need to yell,â she says quietly, making the others laugh.Â
At the dorms, Chaeryeong glances at the clock and lets out an exaggerated sigh. You and the others had been absent for what felt like an eternity. She whips out her phone and dials your number: âManager! When are you getting back?â She playfully whines, her impatience laced with humor.Â
You laughed at her, âWe hit some traffic, Chaeryeong.â You stare out the window, a line of cars piled ahead. âItâll probably be another hour or so. Weâre piled up behind a lot of cars, and weâre barely moving.â You hear Chaeryeong huff and hold back another laugh.
âAlright, but don't take forever, " she says before ending the call. Chaeryeong rises from her bed and heads to the living room. âAnother hour to myself,â she groans, settling on the sofa. She scrolls through her phone, wondering what to do, when she thinks, âThey wonât be back for an hour⊠maybe I shouldâŠâ A naughty thought worms its way into Chaeryeongâs mind. She purses her lips and heads back to her room, searching the back of her bottom drawer and pulling out a ruby-red dildo. She pauses for a moment and places the dildo on the counter, stripping herself down before grabbing it again. Chaeryeong smirks as she hurries back to the living room.Â
Chaeryeong lays on the couch, searching for porn with one hand as she holds the dildo with the other, her tongue swirling around the head as she prepares. Once she finds a video she likes, Chaeryeong settles in and brings the dildo between her lips. She coos and shuts her eyes for a moment, letting the pleasure flow through her body before focusing intently on the video. The young woman runs the dildo between her legs, coating it in her nectar, and once she sees the woman in the video getting fucked she follows along, pushing the dildo deep into her cunt and filling the room with her moans. Chaeryeong makes the toy disappear inside her, ensuring every inch is in her before pulling out and ramming it back into herself. She follows the pace of the video, moving slowly when the actor does and fucking herself senseless when she sees him going wild. As time went on, Chaeryeong stopped focusing on the video, dropping her phone and focusing her energy on fucking herself.
Chaeryeong grabs at her breasts, pulling on her nipple as she moves the dildo in and out of her cunt. She feels her climax approaching and arches her back, moaning loudly. She speeds up, her face becoming flush and skin sweaty as she pushes closer to her orgasm. âJust a little more,â she moans, feeling a tightness in her core. âCâmon,â Chaeryeong whines as she pushes the dildo deeper inside. Her hand practically slapping against her pussy as she continues to fuck herself.
Just then, she hears the sound of the doorknob jiggling and grabs the throw blanket on the couch, covering her naked form. Chaeryeong scrambles to grab her phone, changing the screen from the porn she was watching to Instagram. âWeâre back!â Yuna yells as she barrels through the door, heading to her room. You walk closely behind her, carrying a mountain of bags. Chaeryeong gulps as everyone moves through the dorm, barely paying her any attention.Â
Yuna swings back to the living room after youâve placed her bags in her room and throws herself on top of Chaeryeong. Her weight forces Chaeryeong down and pushes the dildo deeper inside the young woman; Chaeryeong feels it rub against her cervix and bites her lip to keep from moaning. âDid you miss us, Chaerry?â Yuna asks, bouncing on Chaeryeong lap.Â
Chaeryeong nods, âMhm,â she hums, responding the only way she could. Her body was tingling, and Yuna kept bouncing on her lap, making the dildo move inside her.Â
âI found so many pretty clothes today; you should have come with us.â Yuna cheers, grabbing Chaeryeongâs hands. The older of the two presses her elbows against her sides, keeping the blanket in place as Yuna chatters about what she bought. âYou wouldâve loved one of the dresses we saw. Wait here, Iâm going to change into a few outfits and show you how I look.â Yuna said, getting off Chaeryeongâs lap and heading to her room. Overhearing the conversation, Ryujin and Lia quickly made their way into their rooms and shut the doors, refusing to be spectators for another one of Yunaâs fashion shows. In their rooms, they blasted music and locked their doors, refusing to become involved in any way.
You walk into the living room and notice Chaeryeong sitting on the couch, squirming under the blanket. You know Chaeryeong, you know what she likes. You approach the young woman and place your hand on her forehead. âYouâre pretty hot, Chaeryeong. Are you sick?âÂ
She shakes her head, âIâm fine, itâsâŠjust a little stuffy in here.â
You chuckle and press down on her lap, forcing the dildo to move inside her. Chaeryeong squirms under your touch. You get by her ear and whisper, âYou were masturbating again, werenât you?â You watch a crimson blush appear on her face. You lean down and kiss her neck, âGo on already, Chaeryeong.â
âManager, please fuck me,â The young woman whispers, desperate for your touch now that you are offering.
You pull off the blanket covering Chaeryeongâs body and glance at her, noting the red dildo in her pussy. You slide your hand down her slick body until you reach her cunt; you grab the base of the dildo and fuck her with it. Chaeryeong bites her lip, trying to keep her voice down as you attack her body.
Nipping at her neck and teasing her with a slow fucking, Chaeryeong begins to whimper, wanting more from you. She reaches down to your pants, rubbing your growing bulge and begging for you. You figure that Chaeryeong had probably been denied the chance to cum and speed up your thrusts, moving the dildo in and out of her wet cunt like a machine.Â
Chaeryeongâs eyes shoot open, and she opens her mouth, gasping as the tension sheâs feeling gets broken down, and she cums on the couch. You continue to pump in and out of the young woman, her voice eventually breaking through, âOh God,â She groans, feeling her muscles tighten as her orgasm rocks her. You drive the dildo inside her one final time before slowly pulling it out and tossing it onto the couch.Â
You move Chaeryeong into a sitting position and take a seat beside her, pulling out your cock. Chaeryeong weakly reaches over, grabbing your shaft and sliding her hand along it. âThereâs a better way to do this, Chaeryeong,â you whisper into her ear before grabbing her waist and placing her on your lap, your cock between her legs. You press her legs together and move Chaeryeong along your cock, as if she was a toy. The tired woman groans as she feels your warm cock between her lips.Â
âI want it inside, put it inside,â she whines.
You line yourself up with Chaeryeongâs entrance and hold her in place. She tries to lower herself, but you keep her from moving. âNot yet, Chaeryeong.â
âManager, please,â she whines, âPlease fuck me; I want your cock inside me,â she begs. You feel a sense of satisfaction hearing Chaeryeong beg. You drop her onto your cock and thrust up, burying yourself inside the young womanâs tight cunt.Â
She thanks you repeatedly as you thrust into her. Chaeryeong bounces on your cock after you let go of her waist, riding you with enjoyment as your cock fills her up. You move your hands up to her breasts, squeezing the modest mounds and pinching her nipples, knowing that she loves it. Chaeryeong moans getting louder only prove your thoughts. You let Chaeryeong ride you for a couple of minutes, enjoying the sight of the young woman fucking herself on your cock.Â
Soon enough, though, you wanted to ravage her. You make her kneel on the couch and take her from behind, spanking her ass as you drive your cock deep into her. Chaeryeong hummed, loving every hit. Her moans slowly grow louder, and your bodies continue to clap against each other.Â
As youâre fucking Chaeryeong, Yuna comes back into the living room, her initial shock replaced by arousal. Her eyes are glued to the action as she watches Chaeryeong moan and enjoy being fucked. She slips her hand down under her shorts, touching herself while you pound away at Chaeryeongâs body.
Chaeryeongâs walls begin to tighten around you. âIâm cumming,â she groans. Chaeryeong collapses onto the couch, her back arched and allowing you to go deeper into her cunt. You wrap Chaeryeongâs hair around your hand and pull her head back as you thrust. Chaeryeong stares right at Yuna, gasping. Being watched by Yuna makes her cum instantly; her body shakes as she cums on your cock. You pull Chaeryeongâs body against yours, letting Yuna take in the sight of her memberâs naked body. You force Chaeryeong to look at Yuna and watch the maknae finger herself.
You move your other hand to her clit and toy with it as you continue to ravage her. The pleasure is overwhelming, and Chaeryeongâs body shudders against yours. Her walls clamp down around your cock as she cums a third time. Her juices squirt out onto the couch and floor, and you both watch as Yunaâs knees grow weak and her shorts become darker as she cums herself. You smile and turn Chaeryeongâs head, kissing her before picking her up and taking her to her room.Â
Yuna kneels in the living room, recovering from her orgasm, as she spots Chaeryeongâs dildo. She crawls over to it, taking it in her hands and stroking it. Yuna hears the muffled sounds of Chaeryeongâs moans coming from her room and walks over to the door, pressing her ear against the door and listening. The temptation is too great for the young woman, and she drops her shorts and panties to her knees, pushing Chaeryeongâs dildo inside her and fucking herself as she listens to your session with the older woman. Yuna initially imagines herself in Chaeryeongâs position, but then her mind wanders to watching the action instead. The idea turns her on more than being fucked herself, and Yuna cums as she imagines the sight of Chaeryeongâs naked form cumming in front of her. Yuna presses herself against the door for support as she drives the dildo deeper into her, her thoughts filled with Chaeryeongâs body being taken by you. Yuna drives herself to an explosive orgasm, cumming just as Chaeryeong cries out from her climax.
You knew Yuna was outside and considered inviting her in, deciding against it. You wanted to see Yuna act on her desires and come in herself. So, for now, you enjoyed your time with Chaeryeong, fucking the young woman as you liked and taking her in any position you desired.
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đŻđœđ đżđ¶đđč đđ» đźđđđđđ: enemies to lovers (james x reader) PLEASE NSFW 18+ (003.âin a mountain lodge, snowed in from a heavy snow storm I would just love
Smut, MDNI 18+ ONLY, oral (female receiving), implied p in v penetration, a little dirty talk but itâs disguised as bickering
âThis doesnât mean anything,â you gasp, your fingers tangled in Jamesâ hair where heâs settled between your legs.
You honestly canât remember how you got here, you just know you like it. You and James werenât friends, the furthest thing from it actually but you sure feel like friends now. Even if you deny it.
âOh of course not, angel.â James breathes the words directly into your pussy, his tongue lapping at your heat eagerly.
âYouâre annoyingly good at that.â You hiss as his lips close around your clit.
Your back arches off the sofa and into James, your fingers knitted in his hair as your legs shake. âJames,â you choke on the words as his fingers slip into you. âMâclose.â
James chuckles and it only adds to your current stimulation. James doesnât actually hate you, he likes you just fine but he plays along because he likes the way you scrunch your nose and the way your shoulders bunch up when youâre about to give him shit.
Sue him for playing along.
âDonât be shy about it angel, you can let go for me.â His words are all you need, the crackling from the fireplace and the snow falling just adding to the ambiance.
Your thighs shake around Jamesâ head, your screams bouncing off the walls as he works you through it.
James keeps sucking on your clit and keeps his fingers moving until you push his head away from you.
James kisses the inside of your knee, unable to help himself especially when you look so sated.
âStill upset about the snow storm?â He asks, looking up at you from his lashes.
Your foot pushes his shoulder and James pinches the underside of your thigh.
âI will be if you donât finish what you started, Potter.â
James chuckles but says nothing as he stands, you donât know the beast youâve awoken but you will.
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The Heart of Rome (Marcus Acacius x Reader)
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Chapter 13: The Missing (+18 Smut MDNI)
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âAmor gignit amorem.â
Love begets love.
Blood. All you could see was blood. It was all over the place. The mountains, the trees, the rocks, even the waterfall cascading ahead â everything was bathed in a crimson hue, covered in blood. The smell of blood filled the air as if it had obliterated all other odors. You tried to run away from this ominous place, but you realized that your feet were stuck in red mud like a swamp. The more you moved, the deeper you sank. You screamed for help, but no one heard, no one came. When you were up to your neck in the mud, you gasped for breath and screamed for the last time before the red mud swallowed you.
âAurelia?â
The voice you knew so well echoed in your ears and then around you. The voice made mud disperse, allowing you to resume breathing.
"Aurelia?" He called out again, and you opened your eyes.
Marcus's face, beautiful in its own way, was right before you. Once you realized that he was looking at you with his brown eyes, the effect of the nightmare you had seen turned to dust and scattered around and disappeared. Marcus pressed his fingers on your forehead. Were you sweating?
âMy love? Are you alright?â
âI am. I think I had a nightmare.â
âI think so too.â He sounded a bit concerned. "Would you like to tell me?"
You shook your head, looking away. Marcus exhaled deeply. "Aurelia, my love, I want you to forget the story I shared about the first man I killed. It's not the same as what you did. You were simply protecting yourself. You didn't have a choice and you did the right thing. However, the man I killed, he was innocent. I was following orders, but that's no excuse. You do understand what I'm saying, do you not?â
He propped himself up on his elbow to get a better look at your face, cupping your chin and turning your face to his. He was dressed in a cream tunic, the moonlight filtering gently through the window behind him and falling on his shoulders and hair.
âI understand and I appreciate that, but it doesn't change the fact that I killed someone."
He took your hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed the top of it. âI'm glad you did it. You saved me and you. Or should I say all three of us?â He put his hand on your belly.
You smiled; it was a relief to hear him saying that.
You were momentarily taken aback to realize you were still in your room in Domus Severiana. When did you arrive? Did you sleep until nightfall? Your memory was hazy. The last thing you remember is killing someone and becoming a murderer.
"What are you thinking about now?" he asked, looking at you. His hair was bathed in the blue moonlight, however you were focused on the cut on his cheek.
âWhy are we here?â
"You mean, you don't remember?"
You shook your head.
"Hmm, after... Well, we arrived here. You were a bit tired and looked like you needed a bath, we both were." He smirked.
Right, you both looked pretty clean compared to what you recalled from the last time. That's when you suddenly remembered how he'd undressed you and put you in the bath tube, how he cleaned you up until your body was free of blood and dirt. Then how he carefully dried you, carried you to your room and put you to bed. And how he stayed with you until you fell asleep. But that was it â you didn't remember anything else. So he probably had his own bath afterward. You felt annoyed with yourself for not being able to help him with his bathing and dressing.
âI remember now,â you murmured.
âAre you sure you are alright?â His hand stroked your belly. He was asking about both of you.
You put your hand on his and smiled. âYour son must be as much of a fighter as you are. He's still holding on tight.â
He smiled and kissed you on the belly. âFor a moment, I thought I'd lost you two. It was far worse than any kind of torture.â
You put your arms around his neck. "You saved me, you came back to me, and I'm truly grateful for that."
"You saved me too, don't forget that princess. I'm proud of you for using your knife effectually."
You tensed up a little as you remembered that moment. Marcus noticed it straight away and kissed your temple. "There's no need to feel guilty about that. I know it won't be easy, but I'm confident you'll get through this. Do you wish me to tell you how I know?"
You nodded.
"Because you're my Aurelia. You're strong enough to overcome anything, yet you're tender enough to think of everyone you care about."
He pressed his lips to yours. You realised how much you missed his kiss, his voice, his smell, his touch, his sweet words, everything. When he pulled back, you felt your heart ached.
"Why don't you try to get some more sleep? You must be feeling tired." He covered you with the sheet, turned towards you and cuddled up to you, putting his arm around you. You turned your head and noticed that his eyes were closed. You pursed your lips. You weren't tired, you just needed him. However, he must have been quite tired, so you closed your eyes and tried to sleep. But it didn't work. Your body was already burning up. The sweet masculine smell of his skin made things even more difficult. You felt your throat go dry. So you turned towards him. But this caused your breasts to brush against his arm. He opened his eyes and pulled his arm back. You felt your face flush, and you turned the other way. You smiled to yourself, pleased that you'd managed to seduce him without meaning to.
âAurelia, that's worse.â He whispered.
You soon figured out what he was talking about. You could feel him growing just behind your hips.
"Apologies." You murmured. You moved yourself on the bed a little, trying to break the physical connection between you. But his strong arm grabbed you and pulled you towards him almost roughly. Your back hits his chest. You could hear him breathing heavily, his hot breath hitting your cheek. You giggled mischievously.
"You only had to ask," he said huskily. You gasped as you felt his lips on your neck.
"I thought you wouldn't want to, seeing as you're tired.â
He turned you towards him, in a fairly forceful manner, âDo you really think that's possible my lady?â He shook his head slightly. âI don't think so.â His lips almost touching yours, you've been craving a kiss from him. âNot when I've been thinking about you all the time, not when I've been looking forward to this moment badly.â And then finally he kissed you passionately. Gods! Youâd really missed his kiss. It wasn't just him who'd been looking forward to this moment.
His hands, eager as usual, grabbed the end of your tunic and slid it up your legs, helping you out of it. You smiled when you felt his hands on your exposed skin. You bit your lower lip as his lips replaced his hands. You were getting impatient; your body was burning, as if on fire, and your breathing had turned into hot steam. As he planted kisses on your knees before spreading them, you resisted him, trying to make it fun.
He snickered. "Why are you hiding from me what is already mine? Wish to play?" He lifted your legs against your stomach with his strong hands. You were taken by surprise and felt out of breath. He ran his fingers and then his lips over it, from heel to thigh, as if memorizing it, first one leg and then the other. He was careful not to leave any part of your skin untouched, but he did it so slowly that you were sure you were dripping wet by now. It might have been romantic or seductive at first, but it was getting to be too much and your patience was running out. It was good when he was gentle, but it was better when he was rough. He must have heard your inner voice, grabbed you by the legs, pulling you hard against him. You held your breath as he lifted your legs, placed them on his shoulders, and buried his head between them. Fortunately, he was no longer gentle when he used his tongue to enter you and give you unbelievable pleasure. You clenched the sheet as he licked and sucked your most sensitive spot mercilessly like a starving man. He continued his pattern, teased you until you thought you might go mad, breaking it occasionally to suck at your sweet spot or nibble at the folds of you. Meanwhile, he ventured his tongue within you, each time probing a little deeper, until finally he slid as much of it into you as he could and you could not help but cry out at the feeling of it swirling inside of you. Soon, the moans heâs coaxing out of you are only got louder and louder and you lifted your hips up to meet his mouth, your toes curling. Marcus squeezed your hips and increased the pressure of his mouth, tongue, and lips, taking you to the very top of the sky as your loud moans filled every cavity of the large room. Your vision was blurred, your heart racing.
Itâs at this moment that he pulled back completely, leaving only the warm air touching you, and you let out a mortifying groan which turned into mewling. Marcus laughed at you and you opened your eyes to see his mouth and chin are covered with your wetness. He kissed you deeply, pushing what he could of it between your lips with his tongue. "You're the most delicious thing I've ever tasted," he whispered into your mouth. "A splendid dessert just for me to taste." You licked his bottom lip, tasting yourself, realizing that he was right. He kissed you again and this time with more passion quickly turning into a feverish lust.
You reached out to touch his tunic, but his consuming kiss was so intense that you failed. He smiled, his warm breath touching your cheek. Then he smirked, spread his arms wide and told you to undress him without speaking. Giggling, you got up on your knees and did as he said, running your hands over his shoulders after throwing his tunic gods-know-where. You frowned as you noticed the new scars on his body, he watched you patiently as your fingers travelled over each one. He put a finger in your temple, then over your eyebrows as if to smooth out your frown and slid it through your hair, running it through it as if combing it.
"You're the only one who can heal,â he murmured. Then he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you towards him. He held you tight, making sure there was no gap between you. You smiled as you realised he was getting impatient between your inner thighs. His glorious length was caressing your entrance and your body already squirming to be his. Thinking he was going to lay you back down, instead, he grabbed your hips and fell backward, pulling you on top of him. Now you were sitting on him, you looked down at him in surprise, and he grinned.
He licked his lips. âRide me.â
Biting your lower lip with excitement, you placed your hands on his chest, rotated your hips and settled on top of him, slowly taking his length into you. He gripped your hips and guided you into the right position. When you felt him deep inside you let out a moan of pleasure and leaned into him. Your hair was falling in his face, and you teased him with it by shaking your head covering his face completely with your hair. He smirked and gathered your hair and put it over one shoulder as you rode him in slow movements. Then he started to speed up his thrusts by moving his groin. You were completely like impaled on him and it felt like absolute bliss and you never wanted this feeling to end. You leaned in to kiss him feeling the overwhelming pleasure was pushing you dangerously close to the edge. He was grasping and kneading your breasts in a strong and possessive way with both of his big hands as he kissed you passionately and rubbed his thumbs over your nipples. He grabbed your hips in a bruising grip and squeezes as he thrusts into you so hard and powerfully that you scream out loud in shock, like he's some kind of beast and he's almost making you beg desperately for more. He moaned and growled through clenched teeth as he marked you and claimed you and made you his. Your heart was beating so fast that you felt like it was going to burst. You pressed your lips together to suppress your upcoming scream but failed. Everyone in the palace would hear your moans and know what you were doing, but it didn't matter right now.
Marcus hit your sweet spot with each glorious thrust and soon you began to feel your soul leaving your body and your surroundings became hazy and blurry and white lights began to appear, you cried out as the most intense emotion erupted from every nerve in your body and you felt you were flying, weightless and free, the feeling of pure pleasure racing through every part of you. His moans and grunts became muffled as the pleasure overtook you. He pulled you hard against his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around you and you felt him fill you up with his hot liquid, his thrusts stuttering. You were resting your head on his chest while he buried his face in your hair. You stayed like that for a while until your breathing calmed down. Marcus loosened his grip around your body and you felt his lips on the top of your head as his hands travelled slowly down your back. You could hear the sound of his heart thudding against his chest, it soon settled and you felt him soften inside you. He grabbed you round the waist and slid you onto the bed and you snuggled into him. He lifted the sheet and covered both of you, wrapping one arm around you and thus ensuring your usual ritual of falling asleep peacefully.
The morning sun was filtering through your eyelashes, casting a yellow light over your face as you blinked sleepily. Opening your eyes, the first thing you saw was Marcus' beard, his chin, and his lips. Those wonderful lips you couldn't get enough of kissing. His eyes were still closed, his sweet breath caressing your forehead as you watched him sleeping. He was so incredible, so beautiful. You felt a little upset when you saw the new scar on his cheek though, but it wouldn't prevent the perfection of his face. It made you love him even more. It was impossible to describe how much you love him, but "eternity" was probably the closest description.
Just yesterday you hated this big room, but now that he was lying next to you, in your bed, the room didn't seem so bad to you anymore. With his presence, the room had become a safer, more beautiful, and more significant place. After a few moments, you found yourself drawn to his face once more and felt the urge to kiss him. You softly pressed your lips to his. You then pulled back and saw his lips curled into a smile, opening his eyes. His brown eyes were as dark and expressive at night as they were buttery and warm in the morning. They were enough to blow your mind every time.
"Morning," you said softly.
"What a lovely morning this is," he said with a smile, running his hand through your hair.
"It certainly is," you smiled back.
He leaned over and kissed you. His kiss was gentle and passionate. But you were ready for him to kiss you deeper. He slowed his kiss but you tightened your arm around his neck. He laughed between his lips and pulled back, you frowned. He laughed even more at your reaction.
âMy lady, I love it when you're eager, but don't you think you should get a little more rest?â
You blushed, batting your eyelashes. "I've really missed you."
âSame here,â he said, placing his hand on your belly and stroking it softly. "Is it alright for the child if we make love this often?"
"He's fine, I'd know if there was anything wrong." You replied. You then grasped his hand, placing it on your thigh. "I need you, Marcus, please."
He smirked. "I think I've raised my wife to be as lustful as I am." He chuckled.
You giggled naughtily. He kissed you roughly this time. Your heart began to beat with excitement. He squeezed your thighs and pulled you closer to him. Since you were already naked, the process didn't take long and he quickly lifted the sheet covering your body and settled on top of you. You had already spread your legs for him. His lips moved to your neck, collarbone and sternum, sucking and licking as he made his way down your body. As you ran your fingers through his hair, you felt him get harder at your entrance. He grabbed your hips again with one hand and entered you easily giving you incredible pleasure. His other hand travelled over every possible part of your flesh. You held your breath as he ran his hot tongue over your breasts. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into you, and he let out a loud moan.
"So needy," he said, his voice low and husky, his breath hot on your nipples. He kept nibbling on your breasts, sucking them with a growing appetite. As you began to feel like you were almost losing your mind, his lips met yours again and turned into a hungry, thirsty kiss. His thrusts fastened and you let out little moans of sweet pleasure as you dug your fingers into his flesh. He broke the kiss to push a few strands of hair away from your face. His intense gaze held yours captive while making you his. Soon he wrapped his hands around you and buried his head into your collarbone. His thrusts deepened, and he increased the pace at an incredible speed. Your back instinctively arched, but his grip was so tight that it was impossible to move. Your loud moans filled the room, and the satisfying sound of your bodies slapping together echoed in.
You screamed his name over and over, he let out a great roar and reached his climax at the same time as you. His lips sucked and nibbled your chin as he slowing his thrusts. You closed your eyes tight, bit your lip hard, curled your toes as you savoured the last moments of the amazing pleasure you were feeling. He released his grip on you and kissed the areas of your skin that had become reddened with great tenderness. You were still breathing heavily and had your eyes closed. Marcus placed his hand between your breasts and was surprised to feel your heart beating fast under his palm.
âMy love, are you alright?â
You inhaled slowly and deeply through your nose and then exhaled. âMy breathing... has become... much quicker now... It takes me a bit longer to settle.â You panted.
He gave you a kiss on the forehead and pulled out of you, wrapping his arms around you to embrace you close to his chest.
"I should have been more gentle with you," he said, running his fingers through your hair. "I couldn't control myself. Forgive me."
Your throat felt a little dry, so you took a moment to wet it and swallow. "There's nothing to forgive, my love, you are wonderful."
A faint smile appeared on his face.
Suddenly there was the sound of drums, which startled you. Marcus sighed. It would seem that this was an announcement of Caracalla's passing and details of the funeral arrangements.Â
âI am the one who killed him,â Marcus said, looking you in the eye.
You nodded. "You did the right thing. I was almost losing you because of him. He tried to take everything from us."
"In a way, he kind of succeeded."
"How do you mean?"
"Villa," he muttered. You felt your chest tighten. Marcus stroked your cheek. "Cato said it was plundered and the slaves were taken which means they must be detained."
"Where could they be?"
"I have a few guesses. We'll find them, but first I must find Geta. Before the funeral-"
"How do you mean you have to find him? Is he missing?" Your voice was louder than you wanted it to be.
"Yesterday, I had entrusted three of my men to protect him. They arrived in the evening. They were certain it was Macrinus. They said: His men intercepted Geta's carriage and attempted to kill him. There was a skirmish between them and one of my men took him into the alleys to protect him, and probably died while doing it so. However, nobody saw Geta die. He is nowhere to be seen though.â
"Gods! Where could he be?â
"That's what I need to find out," he said, kissing the top of your head and getting out of bed. He then put on his tunic. "There may be some concern if the people don't see him at Caracalla's funeral, and if Macrinus is able to convince the senate, which is a possibility. He would then proclaim himself emperor." He turned to look at your concerned face. He sat on the bed, stroking your cheek. You let out a soft moan when you felt pain where he pressed his thumb. Your face was probably bruised where Flavius had hit you before. His eyes were filled with anger. "I should have chopped that bastard's hands and body into pieces." He hissed.
âI'll be alright. You simply find my brother, please."
âI will, I have to.â He was stroking your bruise carefully. âI know you care about him.â
You measured his gaze, âHe's my brother, and it seems he's the only one left.â
âIâm aware, but the thing is, Iâm not sure if he sees you as his sister.â His gaze had changed. Could it be jealousy?
âMarcus," you objected.
âIt's tough for me, sharing you with someone else, even if he's your brother. As if that wasn't enough, there's a man's look in the way he looks at you, which is really frustrating for me.â His voice was sharp.
You took his hand and looked him in the eye. "Marcus, I love you and I am yours. Nothing or no one could ever change that, never."
"I know that my love. If he is still breathing, that is the reason.â
You exhaled, and he gave a faint smile in return. "Anyway, my lady. I must take my leave now." He kissed your cheek and stood up.
"Where's your armour?" you asked, standing up after him.
"It needed to be clean, the slaves were looking after it." He said, holding the door handle, he then eyed you up and down. "What are you doing?"
You looked at your stola in your hand, trying to understand his question. "I am getting dressed to come with you." You replied.
"No, Aurelia, you are not coming with me. I want you to stay in the room and rest," he said in a commanding tone.
You put on your tunic in a somewhat stubborn manner. "Please don't ask me to stay in the room. I was locked in here for days, as I'm sure you're aware."
"If you're going to be safe, it's better that way," he said firmly.
You laughed hysterically while you were wearing your stola. "Forgive me, General, but there is no way I am staying in this room in your absence."
Marcus sighed deeply. "Why are you so stubborn?â
"Please, at least let me go downstairs. The slave girl saved my life yesterday, I really must go and see her."
While you were putting on one of your sandals, you noticed he had fallen silent. He then stepped towards you and bent down in front of you. He was tying the laces of your sandal. "I am truly sorry, my lady," he murmured. You touched his shoulder to stop him.
"Or the girl..." The words got stuck in your throat.
Marcus paused then quickly tied the other sandal laces and sat down beside you, wrapping his arms around you. You couldn't stop the tears, resting your head on his shoulder.
"Many lost their lives, including my soldiers. They were like brothers to me and I lost them. All because of Flavius and Caracalla. I take some solace in the fact that they are no longer alive. Macrinus is next," he said in a stern tone.
"Marcus, what about our family? I can't lose them too."
"We won't. I'll look for them once I find Geta. I'll find them, I promise."
"Let me come with you, please."
He frowned. "Aurelia." His tone indicated that the matter was not up for discussion.
You twisted your lips. "Then don't prevent me from leaving this room." You touched his arm. "Besides, this wound doesn't look good, I should make a herbal mixture. It could get infected.â
"Alright then, but I'm leaving Cato here to look after you. I don't trust anyone else. Not with Macrinus still out there."
You smiled. âUnderstood, General.â
He smirked, kissed your cheek, and held out his hand to you. "My lady.â
As you walked into the courtyard, you saw Octavius and two other soldiers. They noticed you and nodded.
"Tell me where Cato is at once." Marcus said to Octavius.
"He's resting, sir. His wound seems deep."
You touched Marcus' arm. "Let me examine his wound," you demanded.
"I believe the palace medicus would have attended to his wound, wouldn't he, Octavius?" Marcus asked, turning to him, awaiting an answer.
"I have learned that Emperor Caracalla had the medicus killed, sir.â
You and Marcus exchanged glances. Even though Caracalla was now dead, he had left behind some unfortunate memories, some of which were irredeemably awful.
"Octavius, I need you to stay here and ensure the safety of Lady Aurelia," Marcus said.
"As you say, sir." Octavius nodded.
Then he turned to the others. "Aris, Felix, you two come with me. We need to find Emperor Geta at once."
"Yes, sir." They both said.
"So you two are here!"
You all turned your heads towards her.
"Can you tell me where my son is, General Acacius? What are you doing here instead of finding him?" Julia asked in a defiant tone.
Right. Now his mad son had finally died, she was free too. You refused to meet her gaze. Marcus too, ignored her and turned to you. "My lady, I need to leave now. Octavius will stay here with you. Please be safe.â
"Do not worry about me, you just find him. I will be waiting for your return." You said with a smile.
"Can't you hear me? I asked you a question!â
Marcus turned to her. â'Lady Domna, if you don't mind, I was just about to take my leave," he said in a kind but firm tone. He than gestured for his men to step forward. He looked at you one last time before leaving the courtyard, then looked meaningfully at Octavius, who nodded. Octavius then approached you. From the way he moved and his protective demeanour, you came to know why he and Marcus had exchanged glances.
You ignored Julia's angry glare. "Octavius, take me to Cato, please."
"This way, my lady," he said, pointing ahead.
"Aurelia, where are you going? There will be members of the Senate and their wives coming to pay their respects today. Shouldn't you stay with me?"
You paused, taking a deep breath before speaking. "You're speaking as if you're my mother, Lady Domna."
"I may not be your mother but Caracalla was your brother."
"If you hadn't asked me to kill him weeks ago, I'd thought that you were in mourning right now."
"How dare you? Of course I am!" Julia's voice was loud, but when she realised Octavius was tense, she decided to lower it. "No one loved my son more than me. Whatever I have done was for him. You'll understand when you have a child of your own.â
You sighed. "I don't need your advice nor your lies. You can save them for your guests. Now, if you will excuse me, I have someone to heal." You said in a warning tone. Then you turned on your heel and left the courtyard with Octavius following you behind.
Upon Marcus's arrival with Felix and Aris at the location where Geta was last known to be, it was the hour when the streets of Rome would typically be at their most active. However, a period of mourning had been declared until the funeral, resulting in a notable absence of activity on the streets. Marcus dismounted and conducted a detailed examination of the tracks on the ground, checking every corner and stone in the hope of discovering even the slightest trace.
When he was unable to find any, he ordered his men to spread out and survey the area. He was himself engaged in searching the surrounding area. After walking for a few streets, he had the feeling that he was being watched. He soon found the person who was watching him. However, he did not reveal this to the man. The man was dressed in ordinary attire, wearing a black cloak over it. Marcus entered the courtyard of a house and waited nearby, near the wall near the entrance. As soon as the man stepped through there, as he had planned, he grabbed him and put his pugio to his throat.
âWho the hell are you? Speak!â he barked.
However, the man did not speak, he struggled, but Marcus was stronger and would not let him go. Before long, though, he pulled out a dagger with his free hand and lunged at him. Marcus saw this and grabbed his hand and pushed him hard. The man stumbled and before he could recover, Marcus had already drawn his sword. Since he didn't have a sword, the man was clearly frightened and took a few steps back before running out of the courtyard. Marcus smiled and then gave chase. He followed at a relaxed pace, curious about where he was going. But soon man started to run faster so did Marcus. After chasing him for a few streets, Felix saw them from a distance and ran over to the man and jumped on him. By the time Marcus got there, the man was already on the ground.
"Well catch, brother," Marcus said with a grin. Felix grabbed the man's hands and held them behind his back. The man tried to break free but couldnât.
"Sir, I also had someone following me, but I couldn't catch him."
Marcus frowned. Were there more men? He looked at the man with a stern gaze.
"Whose man are you? Speak or I'll make sure you never can," Marcus said in a sharp tone, pointing his sword at the man.
The man refused to speak. He was certain that he must be Macrinus' man. A short while later, someone called out to Marcus, addressing him by his title. It was Aris, running towards them, followed by several men, all dressed similarly to the man they had captured. A few more men came from up and down the street, and they formed a circle around them. Marcus put his sharp sword to the throat of the man they had caught. They were outnumbered by eight. One of them who Marcus figured must be their leader, took a few steps forward.
"Release my man now, General Acacius!"
"Tell us who you are and why you were following us, first.â
The man raised his arms in a friendly manner. "We're on the same side, General. There's no need for all this."
Marcus raised his eyebrows in surprise. "On the same side, you say? Which side is that I wonder? Speak at once!"
"We are also searching for Emperor Geta, as you are. However, Macrinus' men are present in many places."
"So you're saying you're not one of them?"
The man laughed. "No, of course not. I am Lexus, from Leptis Magna, and so are my brothers here. We heard that our elders, our relatives, had been murdered by Caracalla. So we came to Rome on a letter from Lady Domna. We have been keeping an eye on things for some time now."
Marcus narrowed his eyes. "So you're the one who provided her with the poison that drove Caracalla mad, were you?â
The man gave a grin. "You're pretty clever for a soldier, General. I'll give you that. Well, Caracalla was already out of control, so we had to find a way to bring him down. You see, we had to do this because if he was declared a tyrant, all his decisions would be invalidated. However, it is you who killed him, so we must say thank you for that." The man bowed his head. Marcus released the man he had captured. The man ran to his friends.
Now everything was clear. Julia had been planning this since her return maybe even before.
"I assure you that no harm will come to you or your wife, Princess Aurelia. Our only desire is to find Emperor Geta at once.â
Marcus looked at him with a sharp gaze when he mentioned your name. You wouldn't dare harm her anyway, he thought. "If you were monitoring the situation from afar, why didn't you find Emperor Geta by now?"
The man let out a deep sigh. "Macrinus and the commander of the guards were making it difficult. We've lost two of our brothers since we arrived, because of them. Anyway, we will kill the commander and then him. We are simply seeking an opportunity."
"The commander is dead, as for Macrinus," Marcus sheathed his sword with a sharp noise. "I will kill him eventually, but now I must find Emperor Geta, so you'd better stay out of my way while I do so.â
Marcus gave the order to his men to follow him, and they did so without question. The others looked at their leader, who gave them a firm nod to let them go. As Marcus strode away from them and down the street, he saw a boy watching them from the corner of a wall. The boy immediately turned and ran away as soon as he realised he had been spotted.
"Aris, catch that child!" Marcus commanded. Aris did not hesitate and ran towards him. Marcus and Felix strode purposefully towards them, their footsteps echoing in the stillness. A shrill scream rang out. And when they turned the corner, they saw Aris had caught the boy. He was holding the child with one hand and a very familiar object with the other.
âSir, I found this on this little rascal!â
It was the bronze crown that belonged to Geta. Marcus ran towards him and took the crown from his hand.
"I did not steal it sir! He gave it to me, I swear, to all the gods!" the boy cried.
Aris shook him, "Don't lie, you little brat! Tell me, where is the owner of the crown?"
Marcus commanded, "Aris, put the boy down."
"But sir-"
"I told you to put him down." His tone was stern. Aris nodded and obeyed. Marcus approached the boy, crouched down to his level, touching his shoulder. "Who gave you this boy? Tell me. We won't hurt you, I promise."
Soon, they heard footsteps and another boy ran towards them. He was older than the other.
"You stupid! I told you!" He shouted at the little boy. Then he looked at them. His eyes widened as he noticed Marcus. "Or, are you General Acacius, sir?â
Marcus stood and smiled at him. "That's right young man, I am General Acacius. But how did you recognise me?"
"Sir, I recognised you by the armour you are wearing, an armour embroidered in gold with the great Medusa on your chest!" he said excitedly, pointing to his armour. Just like in the murals! But the real one is certainly better! Right?" He asked the little boy with a smile.
He clapped his hands excitedly. âYes! Yes, indeed!"
Marcus smiled at them. "Well, nice to meet you then. Now, can you tell me where you found this crown? I suppose you know who it belongs to, don't you?"
The children looked at each other and then back at Marcus. "He gave it to us himself, but I warned my brother that we should head together. But he did not listen! He always does it to upset me!â
âSlow down boy, slow down.â Marcus touched his shoulder. âEmperor Geta. Did he really give it to you?â
The boy nodded.
âThen where is he? And where were you heading?â
"The Emperor Geta has entrusted us with his crown in case they don't believe us. We were on our way to the Palatine Hill."
"I see now," Marcus said. "You don't have to do that anymore. You just take us to him now, we need to get him home safely, you know what I mean, don't you?" He rubbed the boy's head.
"Yes sir!" He shouted, standing at attention like a soldier.
Marcus smiled. "Good boy.â
When Marcus arrived at the place where the children had brought them, he was astounded. This was the poorhouse. The place you frequented and told him about. However, the place had clearly been refurbished. It no longer looked as shabby as it used to. The children noticed them and ran towards them. They examined his armour closely, their eyes filled with curiosity. Marcus smiled at them, recalling your words about this place. The children were well-fed and now wore proper clothes. He soon recognised Geta by his blond hair. He was sitting at a table with his back turned, next to him was an old woman. She was handing him a bowl of food.
"I'm not eating this, you old hag! Not in this life or the next! Don't you dare force me, or I'll throw up on you like a fountain!â
The woman noticed Marcus who was approaching them. Geta turned his head and his eyes widened. He leapt to his feet. "Acacius!" He shouted with a big smile spreading across his face. But then his smile faded instantly. "Acacius, why in the name of the Gods are you so late!"
"I apologize for the late arrival, Your Highness. Have you been here the whole time?â
"Yes, unfortunately I spent a night in this filthy place. Can you believe it? It's absolutely horrible!" His eyes met those of the people around him, who had heard him but not seem to care.
"My men informed me that there was a fight and the man who was protecting you was murdered. They looked for you afterwards but couldn't find you anywhere."
âYour man protected me until his last breath. After that, I ran into the alleys, but then I stumbled and fell, hitting my damn head on a stone." He pointed to his head, indicating the small wound in the corner of his forehead. "The children told me they brought me here. I opened my eyes and was in a daze. You can not even imagine the shock I had when I saw these brats around me!"
Marcus smirked. "Those brats saved your life. Good thing you're alive. We've been looking for you."
"This is yours, Your Majesty," Aris said as he handed the crown to Geta.
Geta took it and placed it on his head. âWell, we must leave then, I don't want to stay here any longer.â He came over to Marcus, bouncing a bit, clearly in pain. He then put his hand on his shoulder, Marcus sighed but helped him to walk.
"I shall have a very good bath when I get home.â
In Marcus' absence, you spent the day tending to Cato's and Octavius' wounds and preparing herbal ointment for Marcus too. People, including senators and their wives, kept coming by to offer their condolences until dark. Caracalla's body was laid down in the middle of the great hall, open-faced. A white cloth with a gold pattern embroidered around the edges was covering him up to his neck. The priestesses kept on chanting the liturgy next to him, almost without a break, until evening. As Julia greeted the people who came to pay their respects with an incredibly forced expression, you wondered how she managed it. She must have done it many times before; she was like an expert. It was as if she was not the one who wanted to kill him weeks ago. Everyone who came asked about Geta and where he was, and Julia always had an answer ready. Standing with them in the great hall, you hoped Marcus would return with Geta soon. Near dusk, you almost fainted listening to the endless guests and their long speeches. You excused yourself and left the great hall, walking to the other courtyard. It was quieter here, the nausea seemed to have passed for a few days, but your body was weak from all the tension you had been under lately.
You sat on the lectus in the courtyard and put your feet up to relax. You thought about calling out Decima, but she wasn't there anymore. All of a sudden, you felt a bit down, wondering where they were now and what they were up to. You let out a little sigh and leaned your head back. You soon heard footsteps approaching.
"My Lady." A deep, masculine, velvety voice addressed you.
You immediately opened your eyes and turned your head to look at him.
"You're here," you said, your face brightening with a smile. You were just about to slide your legs down but Marcus walked over, grabbed your legs and sat down next to you, resting your legs on his lap. He had a warm smile on his face.
"Or my lovely princess had a rather tiring day?" His hand gently caressed your legs.
"Just a little." You replied with a smile.
"Nothing to trouble you, I hope?" His gaze turned serious.
"Not really, it's just people coming to pay their respects. Some of them were rather garrulous. If you imagine what I mean." You said with a whispering gesture, putting your hand near your mouth.
Marcus laughed. "I afraid I can imagine, yes. Anyway, I returned with good news.ââ
"Or did you find him?"
Marcus nodded and smiled.
âThank the gods,â you said with relief. Then you put your feet down to embrace him. His large hands gently caressed your back, and you felt his lips brushing against your hair.
He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent. âI've only been away from you for a short time, yet I miss you so much.â
You pulled your head back and looked at him. His eyes took over yours with all their seductiveness. He leaned down to kiss you. But before your lips even met, a familiar voice interrupted you.
âSister!â Geta's voice rang through the courtyard walls. Julia called after him as he approached you with a big smile on his face, ignoring his mother.
You turned your head towards his voice, tried to pull back to stand up, but Marcus' strong arms wouldn't let you. You looked at him, he seemed a bit unsure, but then his arms loosened their grip. As soon as you stood up, Geta came over and gave you a big hug. "Ugh! I've missed you so much! You wouldn't believe what's happened to me!" Marcus seemed annoyed. Julia crossed her arms.
"I have missed you too brother." You murmured.
Geta stepped back to look at you, then frowned. "Gods! What happened to your face?"Â
Marcus tensed and stood up when Geta took your face in his hands. You were aware of Marcus's nervousness, of course. You gave Geta's hands a little push away. "It's nothing serious. I've already made some ointment, and if I keep applying it I'm sure it will heal in a few days."
There was a wound on the side of his forehead. You also observed that he was staggering slightly. "What about you?"
Geta just threw himself on the lectus where you were sitting a few moments ago. "I fell. I was very nearly murdered by that cunt Macrinus and his rats.â
"You shouldn't be seen like this," Julia whined, looking at him. "You should bathe and then dress appropriately for the funeral."
Geta sighed. "I agree about the bath, but afterwards I want to sleep with no dress on!"
"There are still guests coming-"
"I do not care! I'm not interested in their fake faces and tears! I need to rest." He then looked at you. "Aurelia, Acacius, join me for dinner, would you?â
âThis must be a joke! It is simply not acceptable to enjoy a dinner in the house of mourning! People will gossip until eternity!" Julia yelled.
Marcus took your hand and looked at Geta. "Lady Domna is right, Your Majesty. I will have them bring your dinner to your room after your bath. It would be more appropriate if Lady Aurelia and I retired to our room now. It has been a tiring day for us all."
Geta pursed her lips. "Acacius, I would have chastised you if you hadn't come to rescue me from that awful place. However, you have every right to ask for rest. You may leave now.â
Marcus gave a nod and turned to take his leave, pulling you along with him.
âGood night sister! Rest well!â Geta said loudly after you.
âAnd you as well!â You waved at him.
As you made your way out of the courtyard and towards the stairs, Marcus let out a quiet sigh. "I am looking forward to returning to our villa," he said. "It might need some repairs first." He stopped at the first step of the stairs and looked at you. "We could stay here for a little longer if you wish, until I find them."
You smiled. "Now that you've found Geta, we will reunite our family."
He moved your hand, which he was holding, to his lips and kissed it. "We will, my love.â
Once you had finished your evening meal, which was brought to your room, you applied the ointment you had prepared for Marcus to his arm. You approached the table to put the bowl down, while Marcus opened the drawer of the other small table.
"My Lady, I believe I have something that belongs to you," he said. He was holding the bracelet you dropped last time when you running away from Flavius.Â
"Marcus, you found it! But how?" You smiled cheerfully.
He reached for your arm and placed the bracelet on your wrist. "I consider myself fortunate. Thanks to this bracelet, I was able to reach you in time." He sat on the edge of the bed and sat you on his lap. You put your arm around his neck. "Maybe the gods had mercy." His fingers traced the bruise on your face. His eyes were dark. "Maybe they knew what I would do if something happened to you and they intervened to prevent it, for the sake of Rome."
You could imagine what he was talking about since you had witnessed his furious side. He wrapped his other arm around your waist and kissed you on the face again and again. With each kiss, your heart was beating faster and your throat was feeling dry. As his breathing also became more rapid, lust began to take over your entire body. Marcus pushed back the hair covering your neck and kissed the exposed skin. You instinctively arched your neck back and wrapped your other arm around his neck. With your waist supported by his arm, he gently laid you down on the bed. Your feet were still touching the floor. Marcus bent over you and gave you a passionate kiss on the lips. His tongue tasted of the wine he'd just drunk â sweet and fruity. His moustache and beard tickled your cheeks, making you kiss him even more eagerly. As he deepened the kiss, he grabbed the fabric of the stola you'd tucked into your belt and quickly released you from both. Once you were left in just your tunic, he sat you down on the bed and quickly undressed you, making it very clear that he loved this very much. He took hold of your legs and waist and pulled you towards the middle of the bed. Before long, he was on top of you. His hands, his lips, his movements were as gentle and careful as he promised. It was beautiful in its seductiveness, yes, but it made you even more impatient. A few more touches and your body was already writhing to be his. You tangled your fingers in his hair as Marcus' marvellous tongue circled around your nipples. He snickered as your fingers then gripped the hem of his tunic.
âImpatient, my lady?â
âVery much so,â you said with a giggle.
He laughed and got up on his knees to take off his tunic. His bare chest never failed to amaze you. It was perfect in every sense of the word. After eyeing his torso, you reached for him, grabbed his neck, and pulled him to you.
Your lips met and immediately turned into a hungry kiss. Marcus smiled crookedly as you spread your legs for him without a second thought. He was trying to be as gentle as possible, but you were trying his patience too much. Now he was as impatient as you were. He gripped your hips and slowly entered your now helplessly squirming walls. A loud moan of pleasure escaped your mouth, causing you to break the kiss. This gave Marcus the opportunity to lick and suck your chin. But your mouths met again. And it turned into a kiss so deep you forgot how to breathe. Marcus was in no rush to speed up his thrusts, determined to be gentle this time, until you raised your hips a little and wrapped your legs tightly around him. He let out a deep, masculine sound that was similar to a roar. He broke the kiss and placed his hands on the bed, on either side of you. You thought he was angry but he snickered. "You are driving me mad you know that, do you not?"
"I know," you giggled, biting your lip. "Marcus," you ran your hands over his shoulders. "I see you're trying hard to be gentle, but there's really no need. Our child is fine." Then you placed your hands on his waist. "And I am perfectly fine." You said seductively.
He leaned in and kissed you, then grabbed your hips and pulled back to thrust deeper. "I'm glad you said that because I was just about to bite the bed sheet."
You both giggled. As if he was waiting for your approval desperately he thrust deep again. You were overwhelmed with the incredible pleasure he was giving you.
"I love how stubborn you are, even in bed," he whispered in your ear. "It makes me want you even more."
You were almost climaxing from his words, if not from his glorious thrusts deep inside your walls. He responded to your loud moans with a satisfied smile, and soon he was feeling close to the edge too.
âMarcus!â You cried out his name.
âThat's right, my love. Say it louder.â He purred.
âMarcus!â You could have sworn your voice echoed across the Roman skies.
As you rose into the sky in an explosion of pleasure, you desperately but mercilessly dug your fingers into his back. And he lost it. His big fingers gripped your thighs and squeezed them so hard as he reaches his climax. He pressed his face between your breasts until he was breathing regular again. You felt wet, but it wasn't just his forehead that was sweating - your whole body was too. Your heart was beating fast, your breathing was almost wheezing, but Marcus' lips, moving slowly over your collarbone, helped you to calm down. And soon you laughed as your breathing became regular. Marcus laughed too and collapsed next to you. "This was magnificent. It deserves to be at the top of the list. What do you think, princess?" he asked, panting.
You rested your chin on his chest, looking at him curiously. "I didn't realise you had a list, General."
He ran his hand down your spine. "Not to make comparisons of course, but to track progress. Anyway, this is a bit pointless since we're getting better every time, aren't we?" He winked at you. You blushed, but it must be invisible since your body is red all over. "Maybe it's because you're so wonderful, so full of surprises, my beautiful wife," he kissed the top of your head. You smiled and involuntarily yawned and he laughed in response. "We should get some rest now tomorrow is going to be a bit of a hard day."
"Indeed, we should," you murmured slowly, your eyelids already closing and you soon fell asleep.
He cupped your head in his palm, then carefully placed it on the pillow, then kissed your temple. "Sleep well, my love.â
â-
As the first rays of the morning heralded a new day in the city, it did not appear to evoke a sense of mourning. As the day began, people appeared to be in good spirits, with some even hoping that the period of mourning would soon come to an end and they could return to their daily lives. Nevertheless, it was an emperor who had passed away, and whatever was required for his funeral would be done, even if he had been a flawed ruler.
As was to be expected, preparations for the funeral began at the Domus Severiana at an early hour.Julia was feeling relieved inside although she looked sad and devastated from the outside. She had been sitting beside her son's cold body in the early morning, waiting in her black stola: For her other son to wake up.
It is not known whether Geta had woken up yet, but you had already opened your eyes. Marcus woke up before you and woke you up in the sweetest way; placing soft kisses on your face. It seems that the room you were in was nothing like a room in a house of mourning.
âI wish we'd never got out of bed.â You mumbled something quietly. âI really miss the early days of our marriage.â
Marcus smirked. "Am I mistaken, my lady, or werenât you a little bored?â
You looked up at him. âBored? I don't think so! I don't recall anything like that. Besides, I couldn't be bored with you. That's not possible, General.â
âI feel the same way, my lady. I'd love to stay in bed with you forever. But not in this bed for sure.â He frowned.
You giggled. "In our bed back at the villa?â
âYes, you might want to make a few changes while the repairs are taking place.â
âWhat could it be?â
âAnything you wish. After all, it'll be three of us in that room soon, don't you think?â He gave you a wink.
âOh, that's right.â You said with a grin.
"It might even be four or five. Or perhaps we should tear down the room and make it bigger."
It was appealing to picture yourself with so many children, but also a bit daunting. âHow are we going to stay in one room with so many children? Besides, we'll never get any alone time too.â
Marcus leaned towards you. âHow about a separate secret room for us to be alone, then? A small room where no one can find us?â
You wrapped your arms around his neck. âHmm, it sounds very romantic.â
He smirked and kissed you.
And then, you heard footsteps just outside the door.
Geta came bursting in. âAre you two still in bed?âÂ
Marcus quickly pulled the sheet up to your head and buried you in it.
âGods!â You yelled.
âWhat do you think you're doing?â Marcus barked.
Geta crossed his arms, looking away. "It's a habit, I suppose. My mind goes back to the old days." He chuckled.
It's really great that you brought up the old days in front of Marcus, brother, you thought. You couldn't see him, but you were certain Marcus was angry.
"I had no idea you two were busy romancing on the day of the funeral," he grumbled, glancing at Marcusâ naked body out of the corner of his eye. But he looked away because he was staring at him menacingly. "Anyway, get dressed at once. The ceremony will start soon."
He left the room quickly but you had no intention of lifting the sheet off your face. You were a little tense about meeting Marcus's angry face. You gripped the sheet tightly.
"The old days?" Marcus asked.
You swallowed.
"He used to barge into your room like this before too?"
You bit your lip.
"Aurelia, I asked you a question." His tone of voice was definitely angry.
You shook your head but you must have looked pretty ridiculous since you were under the sheet. Marcus surpressed his smile and took the sheet to pull it away from your face. You tried to resist, but you were no match for his strength. You looked down, not wanting to look at his face. "I am awaiting for an answer?"
He put his fingers under your chin and made you look up at him.
"It's Geta, he's always like that."
"That's not an excuse!" he yelled, startling you.
He then let out a sigh trying to control his anger. He got out of bed to put on his tunic. "This is too much! I'll make sure the villa is repaired and we return there at once, or we'll be having another emperor's funeral soon!"
"You're right, we can't stay here." You said, mumbling.
He looked at you, then sighed again, He then sat on the edge of the bed, seemed calmer now. He brushed your arm with the back of his hand all the way down to your wrist. "I shouldn't have shouted at you. It wasn't your fault after all. Forgive me."
You got up on your knees and put your arms around his neck. "Marcus, my love, we'll return to our villa eventually. I am sure that we'll be happier there than ever. So could you try to be a little more patient, please? Also, could you try not to get angry with him? Can you do that? For me?" You ran your fingers through his hair. He didn't seem angry anymore.
He nodded. "Very well. I'll try not to get angry, but just for you. However, it'll definitely be hard to do so."
You traced your lips over his cheek. "Then, whenever you feel angry, simply remember this: I love you, I'm yours, my heart is yours, and no one can change that, not in this life or the next," you whispered.
He smiled and then looked at you in the eye. "I do too, Aurelia. I love you with all my heart, my body, my soul, everything that I have." Then he kissed you passionately, soon turned into another lustful kiss and you were surprised when Marcus quickly took off his tunic.
"What are you doing General?" You giggled. "What about the ceremony?"
He grabbed you round the hips and waist and laid you back on the bed roughly, making you gasp.
"Perhaps we can keep them await a little longer," he grinned.
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Ride 796: The strongest cheer!!
Pag 1
4: You're coming soon, huh, Onoda?
Pag 2
1: Beyond the
Pag 3
1: âpeak of their limitsâ!!
Pag 4
1: Here at the point of 300m left until the mountain stage line!! Gaha!!
3: I think I've seen him before, that huge guy there
That's Tadokoro! He was a third year when Sohoku won two years ago!
Ahh... the one who won the green bib!
4: Oh, it's you?
Did you see that?
5: Tadokoro Jin
6: Any time now!! They're almost here, I can feel it on my skin
Pag 5
1: The wave of cheers is getting closer with huge pressure!!
3: The two people in the lead are passing the 500m left point, and Manami is accelerating!! And he's getting a little ahead!!
Pag 6
1: They passed the 400m left mark!!
Gooo Kanagawa!!
Sohoku is being left behind!!
Pag 7
1: Hakogaku's Manami accelerated!!
2: I'm hanging up, Toudou!!
4: This is the most difficult distance
What are you gonna do, Onoda? You're being left behind!!
Come on up
If you don't catch up now, it's over!!
5: It's you, can do it, right, Onoda!?
Pag 8
1: Turn your legs, Onoda!!
Persist, Onoda!!
3: âThe right wayâ....
4: âThe right way of lifeâ, where does it lead? I don't know...
Pag 9
1: You're wondering who I came to cheer on this Inter High first day with!? Here in Kyuusu
2: It's Toudou!! The former climber of Hakone Academy1?
3: After graduating from Sohoku, I failed the entrance test for Meisou, so I enrolled in Tsukushiba University
But it didn't have a bicycle racing team
4: As I was going through hell, he appeared right before my eyes
5: It was Toudou!!
Pff, he hanged up, that Tadokoro Jin
6: He was in the same university, and moreover he was already founding the bicycle racing team himself!!
Pag 10
1: Thanks to him I could come back to the world of racing!!
2: And then this year, that Izumida who I raced against at the Inter High when I was a third year, enrolled in the same university as a first year!!
3: I don't get it
4: It's unpredictable!!
Pag 11
1: So you too, line up to Manami, and then pass him!!
2: After all you're the first one who âdoesn't know the right way of lifeâ!!
3: Kinjou said it, you're the âelement of surpriseâ!!
The strongest beginner!!
4: You joined the club with Naruko, and you were an humble and little guy
5: I asked Imaizumi after that
Pag 12
1: And apparently you were planning on joining the anime research club!!
What a course of events!!
2: You received your road bike while running in the first years' race
Kinjou pushed your back
3: You caught up to Naruko and Imaizumi and then you surpassed Imaizumi at the mountain's peak
4: Honestly, I thought you would stop soon...
What's with this guy...
What's his driving force when runing
He didn't win, but he didn't lose either
I was interested
5: You became a Inter High member, and on the first day... and you caught up to us after falling from your bike
You pulled the team and supported Makishima during the mountain stage
Pag 13
1: And then, on the second day....
My condition was bad and I couldn't move, and you waited for me
2: I came to help you, Tadokoro-san
We'll definitely catch up
What are you doing
Go back right now
No... I...
3: You took me and ran
Do you mind if we pass that guy?
Well, yeah but... how do we pass him?
Can you please match with me and say âprincessâ?
Pag 14
1: Princess princess princess!!
You sang a weird song
Because you, you're the princess!
One by one we passed the guys ahead
And then, carrying me with your little body
I'm so grateful to you I can't say it enough
I didn't think I would see those jerseys again with my own eyes
We're back, team Sohoku!!
you brought me back to the team!!
Pag 15
1: And then Onoda....
3: The jersey we entrusted to him, our dream
4: he delivered them to the finish line!!
Pag 16
1: That's why I came here!!
2: Are you going to pass on the first day's mountain stage? Since you're a sprinter. I think Manami and Glasses-kun are going to race
Huh!? Onoda!? Onoda will run!?
Then I'l deeefinitely come!!
Huh, is that so
3: Onoda!!
4: Deliver it!!
6: Since I couldn't do it last year!! I'll give it to you, third year and captain!! I'll give my all so that these loud cheer don't drown me out!!
Pag 17
1: I'll sing!!
Lovely chance pettanko-chan!! âȘ
Huh, he's singing!?
What!? He scared me
Pag 18
2: He's suddenly singing an anime song?
Huh
What's that
3: Even with a spell to grow bigger âȘ
Onoda
4: Can you hear this song?
If you can hear it
Hn hn hn âȘ
5: A princess is a princess âȘ
Come up, Onoda!!
Pag 20
1: You're the princessâȘ
Pag 23
1: Manami and Onoda came and they're neck and neck!!
Onoda is catching up!!
Mountain King..!!
Amazing!!
2: There are 300m left and they're neck and neck again!!
Pag 24
1: A princess is a princess, that's who she is!! âȘ
Onodaa!!
3: Ah, Tadokoro-san
4: Princess princess âȘ
It's him
Pag 25
1: I thought I heard it wrong
Pag 26
1: Thank you so much!!
2: Onoda...!!
3: The right way is interesting
He really did it!!
4: You're struggling, having a tough time, yet your shape changes as you move forward
Pag 27
1: We're headed to a future I never imagined!!
Give it your all!!
2: Onodaa!!
3: Yes!!
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"Ingo, you are going too fast."
The complaint, while mild, did cause Ingo to pause mid-step. Behind him, Emmet was picking his way over a few raised roots, moving more carefully than Ingo had when he traversed that part of the trail. Ingo settled back on his heels with a sigh, content to let his brother catch up.
"Shall we rest our engines here? Or continue on?" he asked. This part of the trail was shaded under the canopy of trees. It didn't stop the pervasive summer heat from making it feel like walking next to a firebox.
"Hm," Emmet's normally drawn out hum was only a quick burst of sound, as he saved most of his breath for the hike up the steep incline. "We can continue. You were just impatient."
"I was not impatient," Ingo protested. By the time Emmet caught up to him, he'd had time to pull his water bottle out and take a few small sips. He passed it to his brother when Emmet paused, and Emmet dutifully drank some as well.
"Liar!" Emmet said sweetly. "But that is okay. We will arrive at our destination in due time."
Ingo gave his brother an exasperated, if fond look. "We might be able to go faster if we were to take turns with the pack like we discussed."
"My poison princess wanted a ride." Emmet didn't look sorry at all at Ingo's predicament. On his back, Garvantula waved her front two feet over his shoulders happily. Ingo gave the nearest leg a playful little shake.
"As you say," Ingo said agreeably. He wasn't actually put out. They'd started this trek early, and had plenty of time still to reach the top of the mountain by midday. They weren't in a hurry. "Please, set our pace for a while," he gestured for Emmet to continue up the trail ahead of him.
"Half steam ahead!" Emmet said brightly as he started his measured pace.
Ingo let out a bark of laughter. "All engines moderately engaged!" Yes, in this case, it was the journey that was worth more than the destination.
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Thinking about Rultialps in the College AU....
Rain Lubina, only child of Mist Lubina, is currently in school for dance. While he did get a bit of a scholarship and financial aid, he still has things he needed to pay for. Text books and supplies aren't cheap. He works down at The Ministry, a local college bar that's VERY active as a go-go dancer and bartender with his best friend Dewdrop.
The week before Finals is always the busiest, and unfortunately, Rain is scheduled every single night shift. He's making a Devil's Den cocktail when another customer slides in one of the spare chairs, leaning over with a big smile, another one next to him.
It's simple, kind. "What can I get for you two?"
How the shorter one looks at the taller. "What they say?"
"They asked what we wanted."
"Ohh," Rain smiles a bit. "In a deaf and mute town and you don't know sign? Shame on you." A sweet tease.
"Hey, cut me some slack! I know some, I'm still learning. But tell you what, let me buy you a shot on top of ours, I'll show you what I do know." He's smiling even wider somehow, the other just rolling his eyes and shaking his head.
"You're cute, but I don't drink when I'm working."
"Then what time do you get off?"
"You don't even know my name."
The smaller looks at the other. "They said you don't even know his name."
"Damn! You're right. Okay, okay, restart. I'm Swiss, and this is my fiance, Mountain. Use mine for the tab. Now, you?"
"Rain."
He's pulling out two shot glasses, laughing to himself as Swiss keeps trying and trying, it's almost humorous! Cute, too. Sliding them over and leaning over to meet Swiss a little bit.
"You're cute and all, but I have other customers. Can't keep my attention just for yourself."
Swiss hums, looking at Mountain who gives a little nod. "Oh, baby I know a lot of ways to keep your attention."
But it's just met with a flick on the nose as Rain moves towards the end of the bar, taking more orders and occasionally glancing back. And phew, Swiss TRIES. Finally got to the point Mountain hit him upside the head for constantly waving him down just to flirt. "They're working, asshole."
With a bit of a sad puppy look, they move from their bar to a booth, but Rain can still feel their eyes, and if he looks hard enough can see where they're sitting amongst the crowds. He doesn't have time to mourn though as another wave of customers come in an hour until close.
Finally... FINALLY, his bar is empty and clean. All his tabs are closed except for one andâ Except for one?
Looks up and sees Swiss and Mountain, laughing in their own world with some empty baskets and even more empty glasses. He just takes Swiss' receipt and walks his happy self over, Swiss gasping once he notices and tapping Mountain.
"Babe, babe, pretty guy is coming over!"
"Yes, and I'm sure they just heard you, too."
"Oh fuck do you think?"
Rain is giggling before sitting across in the rounded booth, placing down the receipt and watching them take it. Mountain grumbling but still pulling his wallet out while Swiss is back to flirting.
Just sighs dreamily. "You're so pretty. Why are you working here? Should be a housewife..."
"Househusband."
"My bad, househusband. Just spoiled and can relax your feet, and we'd take care of you- why are you so pretty? Mountain tell him to stop being so pretty." He's whining, leaning against Mountain who's babying him.
"Rain wants to leave. Why don't you let him cash us out, and your drunk ass can go to bed?"
"Noo, I wanna go to bed with him!"
Rain just waves them goodbye as Mountain is practically dragging Swiss out who's still singing about how unfair it is Rain is so pretty, even Dew sending a questioning glance as he's sweeping; Rain just shrugs and goes back to helping close. It's the next day as Rain goes into the local dispensary and sees the same guy that was head over heels for him.
"Rain! Look at you, are you stalking me?" Swiss is laughing a little, leaning over the counter. "Usually in those crime shows it's the other way, but hey! I don't discriminate!"
"I'll be considered too pretty to stand trial. Isn't that right?"
"Ohh, very much so. What can I help YOU with this time, sweetheart?"
Just browsing through different vapes and pens, before settling on a new kind Swiss recommends.
"You know... I work tonight."
"Oh, I'd love to bother you again but I'm still not over this hangover."
"I'm dancing, not bartending."
"Dancing?"
Swiss and Mountain are at the bottom of his stage, Swiss' jaw dropped and staring hard at Rain. Just a skin tight body suit that's cut right before the thighs, boots that make up for it at the knees, and an LED face mask. How Rain leans down to his knees, reaching forwards and caressing Swiss' jawline, bringing him closer before letting the plastic touch Swiss' lips, snatching his pen, pulling down his mask and taking a hit. A few more, and he honestly doesn't remember much but the feeling of Swiss stumbling while holding him, shoving him against Mountain and hurried to take off clothes.
Remembers staring at the two before him with both amazement and nervousness, how he happily smoked more with them as they took turns on him. Folded in half by Mountain while Swiss settled near his head.
Yeah... That's about it until he woke up, staring at a tapestry hanging from the ceiling, sandwiched and being held by two bodies. His thighs sticky and his insides feeling heavy, just huffing and burying his face in Mountain's chest who just holds him tighter.
Learns over breakfast at a waffle house that they both work at the dispensary, Mountain is a cannabis director, Swiss as a budtender. Numbers exchanged, and they're even nice enough to drive him back to his dorm, Dew looking at him away from his phone.
"You're such a slut, do you know that?" Rain just takes off his sneakers and throws it at him. "Hey! Ow! Don't be mad at me! Just stating the obvious you're banging customers."
"And you're making people pay."
Dew just smiles and flips him off, letting him crawl up next to him and peek at whatever he's watching.
"Two boyfriends, huh?"
"They're NOT my boyfriends."
They're dating within a week, Rain even sneaking them into the dorm while Dewy is out. Sometimes staying in their little nicknamed hippie apartment. Just Rain and his two stoner boyfriends skkwkd
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âItâs totally fine, love,â Thomas said, keeping close to Valerie as they started to walk into the night. Going down the mountainside. It was more chilly out here than expected, and unknown to them, it was Elsa on the other side towards the beach, creating something beautiful for Bastienâs and Maddyâs eyes. âBeing here makes me want to take you back to our old home too.â
He loved their new house, obviously. It was entirely theirs. No Cinderella. No Jetsam either, other than the small hints of him that were here and there, mostly in Scoutâs room. The twins were grown up and with their own houses, so there were pieces of them too but not as big as there had been in the house that they had grown up in. But he did still like the original house, because it was there that he had met Valerie for the first time, where he had seen her all dolled up and performing an Amy Winehouse song, and where he fell in love with Flotsam, and where they planned a war on goddamn Star People and WON. There were a lot of good memories associated there.
He was just thinking about taking off his jacket and putting it around Valerieâs shoulders, give her that extra warmth, maybe even offer to carry her down the mountain with those high heels that she was wearing, when something, or rather, someone, seemed to capture her attention.
Eeyore - now that was a name that he hadnât heard in quite some time.
His own blue eyes settled on his former pan-pal. They had seen each other a couple of times in person since those letters all that time ago. He still had a few, he thought, tucked away into one of the boxes of sentimental things that he had brought from NOLA during the move over to New Zealand. They werenât the rough kind of sentimental. He hadnât had a falling out with the guy.
He lifted up a friendly hand up to Eeyore, a boyish grin on his own face. âHello, my writing friend. Nice to see you.â
He really hadnât thought too much about Eeyore in the past couple of years, he was loathe to admit. Hadnât really thought about where he might have ended up. He knew that the boy was close with Cinderella, and probably had been grieving her loss but⊠well, not much other than that. He felt a bit bad about it. Of course the poor boy was deceased, but he did look happier now than he had ever seen him. That counted for something, right?
Oh. Poor boy. Poor, poor boy. Didnât even realize what he was. Without asking Valerie, he was following her line of thought. It was probably better not to push that point.
He gave a little chuckle at Valerieâs cover. âThomases canât fly either,â He added. âThough with this lovely lady by my side, sometimes it feels like anything is possible.â
He put his arm around his wife, pulling her in closer, and kissed her cheek as he says this, and then notices her chill. Without a word, he pulls off his jacket and settles it around her shoulders, able to take that bit of a chill. âThere you go, love. Letâs get you to the inn and we canâŠâ He raised his eyebrows. âWarm up together.â
Valerie knew Dug would have always led Thomas back. She believed in that. Flotsam had the master plan. She gave Dug all the credit, but she wouldn't mind giving River some too.
Valerie loved how Thomas and she were in sync tonight. "Yeah, I like that. Best kids. All of them." She was grinning to herself with the term wolf-mauled still in her head. Everything was keeping a smile on her face tonight.
Valerie felt close enough to Geppeto just by proximity. Their lives were entwined by the people she cared for. Parents knew of parents. At least it usually worked that way if one was an involved parent anyhow. They knew of Geppeto after all they the visits. Parenting worked that way even if they were probably in Flotsam form when they'd met before and were possibly confusing them here.
She was pleased with Figaro's reaction. It seemed they took it in and understood the impression would last.
Thomas even gave Chess an extra safety measure which helped ease Valerie's thoughts. It made her admire her man all the more.
As they were headed out she'd be reminded they couldn't actually drive home since they were in Feral. It made her laugh. Blame it on the alcohol.
"Oh, my bad. That works. It feels like forever." She was smiling because The Inn sounded fun like more memories come back to life. Feral had heart beats of Nola left in it, just the good ones. "We'll get tomorrow's bus out. Chess can come back there too. It's all no big deal at-" She was rambling away as they walked down the lengthy castle pathways to head out and down the mountain when she felt the breeze from the doorway. It was a draft she wasn't expecting on her bare shoulders.
But, before they'd reach the large exit as she shivered she noticed a face on the way out she hadn't throughout the entire party.
She had to do a double take. No one had noticed him so far.
"Eeyore?" Valerie would probably have to introduce herself to this one. He never knew her this way, only Flotsam. But, Valerie sure knew Eeyore. It was a ghost that Bastien would run to if he noticed. Thomas knew the guy and had a little friendship with him once upon a time, but Valerie? It was a surreal moment because of their history.
"Yes? Thanks for noticing me?" He'd say back unsure of who Valerie was. Maybe it was a good thing? Eeyore was always a little scared of Flotsam because of all the stuff that went on with Cinderella.
He tried to be Cinderella's moral support when their toxic relationship was stir crazy. Eeyore was always waiting for it to fall apart wishing he could swoop in and it never did. He finally moved on to Piglet. Flotsam understood very well that Eeyore was in love with Cinderella long before he ever married her. He's one of the few friends he allowed in Cinderella's life that never fucked up. He was waiting for it, dying for him to mess up. Just give him a reason. But now? Valerie could only think how amazing it was he survived him and ended up dying by another's hands. It meant he was a good one. He didn't cross any lines. Hell, if he wasn't a ghost he'd almost want to shake his hand and be cool with him now. It's like the bully respecting the guy who takes it. Eeyore made it through smelling like roses.
It was probably a weird thought as they stared that Eeyore was probably more Cinderella's speed and the girl really should have gone with him. Guess Eeyore dodged a bullet. That was Valerie's next thought as he watched him smile. Eeyore smiled, but they were emo smiles. It was hard not to find it cute in it's way and Valerie didn't want to see it's light put out.
As a matter of fact as the guy's eyes started to light up at the sight of Thomas something felt oddly relaxing. It was her husband that brought that cuteness back to the donkey boy's otherwise bored face just moments before. They were used to him wincing at their presence, Flotsam's presence.
"My pen pal. Thomas."
That's who Thomas would forever be to Eeyore. His pen pal. A lonely lost boy who got a letter was ever grateful. Valerie could look at Eeyore now and see his spouse's pen pal friend too. What a small world.
The fun part about being Valerie right now in front of Eeyore was she knew they weren't intimidating him like they always had before as Flotsam. She smiled as Thomas would make whatever conversation he would. It wouldn't matter what was exchanged. To feel such a contradiction in feelings from the past, more being written over she didn't even know was still hidden in chapters in the back of her mind, rewritten, all feelings overjoyed. She could stand next to her spouse next to Eeyore and just think cute kid and enjoy how her husband lit up the hearts of so many people, but she got to go home with him. It was such a good feeling. She really liked connecting her memories back to being a kid with the lost boys, the one that couldn't fly. They did have their own history before girls got involved. Valerie was trying to keep her inner giggle to herself.
Then she wondered if she should take her opportunity to ask Eeyore something. It was killing her inside and wasn't sure if it was impolite, but the Flo in her could not stop herself.
"Can you fly? As a ghost? All ghosts can float around some. Surely, you can fly now, right?"
The question took Eeyore off since they had no idea this person knew who they were that intimately. Maybe Thomas told them?
He'd shrug like it was no big deal. "Nope. I guess Eeyores aren't meant to fly. I don't know what you mean by ghost though. It's pronounced Lost Boy."
That answered a big question to Valerie. He really was a ghost. Stuck. He couldn't be dead-dead, just dead. Only a ghost stuck in their life's problems would still have those same problems. She wasn't going to push the word ghost on him again. She was starting to realize fast he was one of those that didn't realize he was dead. How would he? No one ever noticed him anyway.
She smiled back and forth to Thomas. "Don't worry. Valeries can't fly either. Just my heart when this guy looks at me just right." She joked diffusing it giving Thomas a little silly nudge before looking at the door and rubbing her arms as she felt that chill.
Even Eeyore laughed.
Valerie was getting her sights on that Inn though no idea that chill was coming from another unexpected sight out those doors. Even with that chill her heart was so warm. She couldn't stop smiling at every single event that happened this evening. She curled into Thomas trying to keep her body warm though.
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#matthew#matthew 17#matthew 17:20#so Jesus said to them#because of your unbelief for assuredly I say to you if you have faith as a mustard seed#you will say to this mountain move from here to there and it will move#and nothing will be impossible for you#bible#bible reading#bible study#bible verse#Christian#Christian living#Christian faith#faith in GOD#faith in JESUS
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man especially having now read the flashbacks i think about how hard xie lian always tries and how many people have told him that he tries too hard, that he never should have bothered and that doing so made things worse, or even more commonly just hating on him for not fixing things or being arrogant or whatever they think his problem is. and some of those people are probably even coming from caring places!
but before hua cheng, had anyone ever sat next to him and said, you tried and that's good, it matters that you cared, you did your best. nobody could have done better than you.
how badly must xie lian have needed that?
#tgcf#tian guan ci fu#heaven official's blessing#the donghua is making me emotional#this arc made me emotional in the books but what can i say people crying in my ears makes it worse#GOD the way xie lian loses his temper for a /half a minute/ bc he's spent centuries in silence about this#got stabbed through the chest and buried alive to preserve lang qianqiu's heart#and now it's all destroyed#and then the second he realizes that he did something as mild as shout at the person responsible#he breaks down apologizing??#and like. its funnier with the romance parts later but its the same thing#xie lian is still human he can't stop himself from feeling or reacting to things#but he can hate himself for it. he can apologize for ever mildly inconveniencing someone else with his humanity#i don't think he internalizes what hua cheng says here at all#but. at least someone SAID it#at least someone told him what he did mattered and what he intended was worth something#after all that time#and like. you wonder how he can be so cheerful all the time usually despite all the shit that happened to him#but it's because he thinks he deserves every bit of it!!#i feel for hua cheng on a spiritual level i would also move mountains for this poor man if i could
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Iâm fairly new to the fandom, but I do have a question if you can answer it! Why do people ship Daigo with Aoki / Masato? I tried looking to see if theyâve interacted before, but couldnât find anything! Sorry for asking Iâm just </3 dumb AND I LOVE YOUR ART OF THEM!!! Nerd looking ahhhhhh
hi ! welcome to the community i hope you're having a lovely time so far and ty for enjoyin my stuff :) no need for apologies it's a very fair question to have :]
i cant speak for everyone (all. ten people into masadai anyway) but Personally To Me i just think the idea of them together is very funny. thats quite literally it im afraid..
#snap chats#//twenty page google doc in the background// ignore that. it's mostly for comedic purposes#might also be my fault idk sorry about that. allegedly. idk ive had like three people tell me they started to ship them cause of me đ§ââïž#@mementoasts is another person who's drawn masadai and whose stuff i love and am inspod by .. i love their disneyland fic sm ...#there was another artist on twitter who posted a neat drawing of them but i cant remember who they were and i didnt bookmark it //screams//#recently there's been ANOTHER masadai artist ive started following on twitter - @wifekiryu. his account's n/s/f/w fyi before you go looking#he has a tumblr too @foxdies. i say cause i realized as much recently vjeaKLGJALKGJ#oh but I GUESS ill get deeper into why. /i/ personally ship masadai or whatever#first off they're opposing factions yet their character alignments Do Not Match their roles. stereotypically anyway#aoki who leads the 'surface' of society and is meant to be an admirable figure and someone 'just' when really. he sucks LMAO#though that's not atypical of politicians but just from a stereotypical This Is A Respectable Individual perspective of his role#daigo on the other hand leads the 'underbelly' of society- yk comprised of dangerous criminals and outcasts and whatnot#yet as we know him daigo's compassionate and considerate of his men- he doesnt treat them like tools like aoki does#if put in a room with the two daigo would be most people's choice of person to hang out with. probably open a trapdoor on aoki tbh#and i think thats really cool and epic i always love that kinda Subverting Expectations thing#theres also the fact they both started off like. edgy/angsty in the franchise and then brush up down the line#masato does a stronger 180. publicly. obviously but its still really funny they both have to get their act together#if you wanna talk about in-text reasons. there really is none LMAO I TELLS YOU masadai is pure crack#but if i wanted to pull a muscle reaching then there's daigo being on aoki's side while everyone else is on arakawa's during the funeral#im lying of course. mitsu was behind him. rgg tryna make me forget mitsu exist .... put him back in y8 ....#and ofc ichi joins that side to even out the seating but moving on another Goofy Reason is arakawa being like#'the chairman and my son are like p much the same age Surely he knows how he thinks :)'#and then i just think daigo being all smarmy about outsmarting aoki is really goofy and im choosing to interpret that as personal#they both also have issues with their dad. s. dad/s/. anyway.#tbh the google doc tag was a joke but i really could sit here and list every dumb reason why i think theyre funny together#like i started going over the tag limit so uhhhh yeah needless to say i have a lot of. dumb reasons đđđđ#one day ill use the main text for long rambles like this but todays not that day Point Is my imagination is rampant im afraid#so the short and sweet of it is I Think It's Funny. And They'd Be Terrible Together. Which Is Why It's Funny.#and the unfortunate part is anything i find funny i obsess over for a year so. //gestures to the mountain of bullshit thats my masadai tag/
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#its sort of funny. i think my medication is working pretty well. i feel stable in a way i never really have before#is it the dopamine stablizer or is it my ion channels? whos to say. it doesn't matter. but it also doesnt change some things#the ways i think and react negativly to change. but it makes it easier to deal with. i still experience this strange dispaire on the#weekends or anytime im not working. i think the oddest thing is thst i dont think ive ever been this consistenly sad#not in a depressed sort of way. just a passing thoughts make me tear up sort of way. it doesnt feel out of control. it just feels like a#prelude to grief i guess. bc my mum is still in the hospital and its so hard to kno what that means from halfway across the country#my sisters are both home right now. they both live within 3hrs of where we grew up. one sister lives in the city my mom goes to for#treatment. so they have the opportunity to see her more than me. i dunno if they do tho. we dont really talk. i dont kno if they're as sad#as i am. if im overreacting bc i cant physically see what's happening. what the feeling is in the room. not that she would probably complain#shes the suffer in silence type. my dad keeps texting us pics of our shitty lil sunroom that hes redoing#to make my mum a lil sanctuary. he must be sad too. its his wife. hes staying with her in the hospital rn. i dunno its so weird#when i talk to my counselor she assumes i find out info thru calls or talk to my sisters abt it and i gotta b like nah we dont really talk#i get my info thru text. i havent talked to my parents on the phone in like a month. i dunno we just dont talk. so i dont kno how to reach#out and be like yo so whats up? shoulf i plan on coming home this summer for a bit?? like???#this is the disadvantage of leaving thr place where you grew up. probably when i finish my phd i should move closer to home#somewhere in the Appalachian mountains maybe. somewere in the eastern deciduous forrest. somewhere with thunderstorms.#but thats years from now. who knows what ill b doing. for now im just sad and tired and i dont quite kno what to do in the short or long#term bc im feeling the weight of my mental limitations rather intensely. but maybe im just being self limiting#whatever. i dont have a dead mum yet. shes not even on hospice care. things are just uncertain and dont look so hot#i just dont see how it can get better from here when chemo gave her secondary blood cancer and shes still full of tumors#i dont think im being that dramatic. it just objectively seems not great for survival#unrelated
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posting here because this just doesnât feel right to talk about in the horseimagebarn voice but this is extremely important to talk about.
my partner and i have returned to our hometown to stay with her family and my own has gotten a hotel here too (they moved to the town we currently live in after we did) so we are all safe and out of the thick of it
however there are tens of thousands of people who are not both in my own town and in the many surrounding it. appalachia will take an extremely long time to recover from this and there are more storms on the way. all i see on social media right now is people asking for shelter because their homes have been destroyed, or people asking for help searching for family members who are missing. hundreds of trees have fallen. hundreds of homes have flooded. roads are literally falling apart. preexisting sinkholes due to shitty pipes are opening up and consuming land. dams are on the verge of bursting and the only way to stop it is to release water so quickly it floods whole towns. all but one of our cell towers are down, so only people with at&t have service and the rest canât contact anyone. over half the town still doesnât have power. a major water supply issue occurred and the entire town is on a water boil order with no electricity to boil with. people are trapped in their homes and workplaces or out on the street because they have nowhere to go. law enforcement is blocking off roads but trapping people in the process. people have to be rescued by helicopter. our animal shelter has no water or power and boarding facilities have been flooded. entire villages like chimney rock nc are gone, and entire cities like asheville are cut off from the rest of the state and are completely inaccessible. ALL OF THE ROADS IN WESTERN NORTH CAROLINA ARE CLOSED. 400+ roads are closed because they are unsafe . that is INSANE!!!
when people say that climate change isnât real, they donât know what theyâre talking about. climate change and its father capitalism are only going to continue to worsen lives in every way possible. i live in the mountains and our infrastructure is completely unprepared to handle hurricanes and itâs only going to get worse. itâs such a strange and eye-opening experience to live something like this when you think that it could never happen to you because that type of weather shouldnât reach you in your environment. climate change doesnât care where you live. itâs real.
western north carolina and the rest of the southeast that has been hit by helene need help. more people need to be talking about this so that the government DOES SOMETHING because the government historically fucking hates appalachia and it still does!!! the major state institution near me took DAYS to respond despite being the only place in town with power and wifi connection because they had to wait for the state to approve their responseâthey could have allowed thousands of people to evacuate days prior to the hurricane hitting us but they didnât do anything before or after until it was too late!!! itâs bullshit!!! PLEASE get talking about this because something has to be done. climate change is going to continue happening and our mountains and the people in them are going to suffer immensely. hundreds if not thousands are now homeless. please talk about this look at the footage online of the wreckage and look how quickly our infrastructure crumbled. we need better. the people of appalachia deserve better.
iâll get back to posting horses soon. but for now this is a lot. my friends are homeless and my family had to get off the mountain or be trapped there without power and water for days. weâre all safe but exhausted. i hope everyone who has been affected by this is staying safe. if you are in western nc, dm me. when i come back, if youâre in my area, im happy to bring supplies. stay safe everyone
#meposting#hurricane#hurricane helene#natural disasters#natural disaster#disaster#tropical storm#climate change#climate crisis#appalachia#north carolina#western north carolina#tennessee#east tennessee#virginia#west virginia#georgia#kentucky#south carolina#southeast us#awareness#climate awareness#please spread the word. please talk about this. let those in power know that it matters#this is so important#serious post#news
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I am never going to complain about Greek Duolingo again
I mean, I am. But still.
So, as some of you know, my family has been coming to this tiny Greek seaside village for several years. Just over a week ago I came out here with my mum, under the impression that early September, after the height of the summer heat, would be a good time to have a holiday. ANYWAY Storm Daniel had other ideas about that. Locally things are improving (I'm actually really pissed off about the disaster-porn tone of most English-language media coverage, but that's another post). The power is back on, there's running water most of the time, and though the latter is not drinkable, a truck from the government came and handled out free bottled water yesterday. But we are currently kind of stuck. Can't do tourist things. Can't go home. There aren't any local flights out until Saturday and the road to Thessaloniki is still closed.
So this evening, feeling kind of aimless and depressed, I go down to the nearest beach with a couple of binbags and start cleaning up in an effort to at least do something positive. I always try to do this at least once out here and obviously, after the storm, there's a lot more plastic and rubbish than usual.
At some point I find this large, round bit of metal - some kind of machinery part, I think -- that's too big for the bag, so I take it to the bins on its own, leaving the rubbish bag on the beach. And when I come back for it, something among the stones beside it moves.
Specifically, it pulls its head sharply inside its shell
So, meanwhile I've been trying to learn some Greek with the help of Duolingo.
I currently have a 33-day streak and... I have questions. Shouldn't I be able to use the past or future tenses by now? Shouldn't I be able to say "x is like y"? I can't do those things. But one thing I absolutely can say all day long is ÎÏÏ ÎŒÎčα ÏΔλÏΜα : I have a turtle.
This is far from the limit of Duolingo Greek's turtle-related content. "An obsession with turtles" is my mother's characterisation. I can inform you that the turtle is not a bird, and, improbably, that the turtle is drinking milk. I can introduce you to a turtle in company with a horse and an elephant. As far as Duolingo is concerned, it really is turtles all the way down.
Now this, you may be able to see, is not a turtle. It has claws rather than flippers. It is a tortoise. I know there are wild tortoises in Greece: my aunt once rescued a pair of them shagging in the middle of the road -- but that was up in the mountains. I've even seen one myself, but it was also on a road and very dead.
I am 95% certain they don't belong on beaches. There's nothing for it to eat, except, unfortunately, a lot of plastic. Even if it gets off the beach it will immediately find itself on a road where it could get hit by a car. I'm pretty sure it must have been washed down by the floodwater and has been just sitting there, dazed, ever since.
Now obviously the first thing I want to do on encountering this unusual animal is to go and tell my mummy, so I do. The tortoise immediately brightens her day. She agrees that the tortoise is not happy on the beach and needs to be taken somewhere safe. it gets surprisingly wriggly when picked up so we put it in a carrier bag with some grapes and cucumber and go looking for somewhere to rehome it.
We find a path leading up between the houses towards a likely-looking field, but before we get very far a dog in a yard goes berserk and a man's head pops over a fence and demands to know what we're doing. He does this in English, as evidently we're just that obviously tourists.
"I found a tortoise on the beach!" I explain. "We want to find somewhere to put it."
"A what," he asks.
"It's like a, you know," I begin and then to my astonishment I find myself saying... "ÎŒÎčα ÏΔλÏΜα"
"Oh! A turtle!" he says.
"But from the land. ΎΔΜ Î”ÎŻÎœÎ±Îč ÏΔλÏΜα", [it is not a turtle,] I say, as I am worried he will tell me to put it back near the sea where I found it. As it turns out it actually IS a ÏΔλÏΜα, Greek does not distinguish between turtles and tortoises, but I don't know that; I can't even name the days of the week or identify any colours other than pink yet, give me a break.
The man's entire demeanour changes and thaws. He does not worry about my turtle-that-is-not-a-turtle conundrum. He knows where ÎżÎč ÏΔλÏÎœÎ”Ï come from and where η ÏΔλÏΜα ÎŒÎ±Ï belongs. He leads us through a gate into a courtyard area.
"[somethingsomething] ÎŒÎčα ÏΔλÏΜα," he explains to the assembled onlookers, of whom there are, suddenly, a surprising number.
"ÎÎΠΧÎÎΩÎÎ!!!" crows the throng of delighted small children, who are, suddenly, everywhere.
"ÎŒÎčα ÏΔλÏΜα!" I agree, accepting that at least for current purposes, that is what it is.
"ÎÏÎżÏÎżÏΌΔ Μα ÎŽÎżÏΌΔ Ïη ÏΔλÏΜα ÏαÏ; [can we see your turtle?]" asks an adorable little girl, shyly, and I understand??
The children fucking love looking at the ÏΔλÏΜα and showing it to them is kind of magical?
I finally put the tortoise down on the grass of this wild area off to the side of the courtyard, and marvel aloud that it is weird that I barely know any Greek except how to say ÎŒÎčα ÏΔλÏΜα.
"I think she will soon run off," a kind lady called Aspasia assures me, seeing I remain slightly anxious about its fate. "I don't know why I'm saying 'she'. I suppose because ÏΔλÏΜα is feminine in Greek."
"Yes! I know that!" I exclaim, thrilled.
"Well done!" she says. And also she asks if we are OK for drinking water after the storm and if we need any help with anything and is just generally incredibly lovely and now we know more of the neighbours!
So "ÎŒÎčα ÏΔλÏΜα" has just become, by a long way, my most-used and most understood and all-around most conversationally successful phrase in Greek. So I guess I have to admit I was wrong to doubt Duolingo's wisdom: it is correct to be obsessed with turtles. And I concede that prior to learning how to count to ten or to distinguish right from left, the simple ability to yell the word TURTLE over and over again is, it turns out, a crucial element of the responsible traveller's social skills.
(I am pretty fluent in Italian and turtles haven't come up in conversation even once?)
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AITA FOR WHAT!? w/Jujutsu Kaisen
( TW ) f!reader, dark + explicit content, dubcon/noncon, blowjob, fingering, cheating, Suguruâs part will make more sense if you read Gojoâs, unrealistic anal, sex toys, coercion, spanking.
Featuring: Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru, Ryomen Sukuna (yes, again)Â
an: part two (more like 1.5) because my other one got so much love and I wanted to write all my babies <3 Â This one is a LOT darker than the first one bc I love testing my limits.Â
PART 1Â
r/forcinghertosuckme posted by u/Toji_FushiguroÂ
âW-what?â You stare at the man. âSuck me off right now or 'm going to throw you off the side of the mountain.â âPlease--â âIâm not going to say it again girl, and Iâm not swayed by begging.â He stares down at your shaking figure. You look at him and then behind you at the drop. You canât even see the bottom. You wouldnât survive that. You shake even harder. You have no choice you think as you drop down to your knees, you're so close to the edge that your feet dangle off the edge. âPull it out, little girl.â The big man with dark hair who dragged you to the forest grunts out. Your hands are shaking as you unbuckle his pants and pull his pants down enough for his cock to jump out. You cry when you see the size of it, how are you going to suck something that huge. The tears you were holding in started to fall. âEnough with the tear's girl, they only make me harderânow put my cock into that pouty mouth, you donât want me to put it in for you.â You grab the base of his cock. Your hand doesnât fully wrap around it. You bring your other hand up to fully cover his shaft. You start to move your hands up and down his shaft as you cry. âUse your fuckinâ mouth, feels like âm rubbing sandpaper on my dick with those dry hands. Get my cock wet.â He rolls his eyes, griping your chin with one hand, the other grabbing the back of your head. He pulls your mouth to his cock. âThatâs itâno teeth or I'll shove you off the cliff with a mouth full of cum.â Toji thrusts into your mouth, you take your hands off his shaft and hold onto his pants. Heâs thrusting so hard you feel the rocks underneath you start to break off. You cry harder as you choke on his cock, trying to ignore the tingles in your pussy and the ache in your breast.Â
r/fuckingmyfriendsgirl posted by u/Geto_SuguruÂ
You wake up to the feeling of fingers circling your clit. You smile and lean into your boyfriend's big chest. âMm--Satoru,â You squirm when you feel light kisses on your shoulder. You lift your leg to his hip. He rubs your entrance before slipping two fingers into your wet cunt. You moan, his fingers feel thicker than normal, not as long. You chalk it up to your sleepy mind. âWant a kiss Toru,â You grind your ass into his cock as he finger fucks you. âGimme a kiss baby.â You turn your head with puckered lips and freeze. Suguru grins from behind you. You gasp and try to pull away. He grabs your neck with his free hand, trapping you. âStop! What are you doing Sugu, where's Toru?â You scream, twisting your head when he tries to kiss you. âNo!â âOh, donât be like this y/n, don't act like you donât cum on my cock every time Satoru is away on a trip.â The fingers on your jaw tighten and he bites your bottom lip. You struggle before you eventually give in. Satoru grins into the kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You taste blood. âW-whereâs Satoru?â You cry. âOut, went to go get you treats because you said you didnât feel good.â He whispers into your mouth. Your heart clenches. He wanted to make you happy and you're here cumming on his best friend's fingers. âStop Sugu, t-this isnât right.â You moan when the hand inside you curls up into your G-spot. âThen maybe he shouldnât have made us fuck that one time, it was like he was asking for this to happen.âÂ
r/slippingitinherass posted by u/Ryomen_Sukuna
âLook at this fucking ass,â Sukuna smirks as he watches you slam your hips down his cock. He smiles and twists the anal plug he coerced you to wear this morning. You whine. âLove this ass sâmuch.â He slaps your raw ass. You scream and grip the pillow. You wouldn't be surprised if after this is done your ass the busied and bloody. âI wanna fuck this ass,â he pulls the anal plug out of your ass âI am gonna fuck this ass.â He pulls his cock out of your pussy. You clench around nothing. âN-not today âKuna. Put it back in my pussy.â You whine grinding back on his dick. He leans to grab you by the neck. âNo, we're gonna do what I want, and I want to fuck your ass.â âBut--â âNo little one, youâre here to satisfy my needs now stay still or itâs going hurt.â He pushes your head into the pillow. You whine. âGood girl.â He straightens back up before grabbing his soaked cock and bringing the tip to your puckered ass. âW-what about lube âRyo?â You swallow, tensing up when he starts to shove his cock in. âGave you a chance to wear a bigger plug this morinâ but you wanted to be a crybaby âbout it. This is punishment.â He answers as he shoves another inch into you. You cry out into the pillow. âNow next time I tell you to do something youâll know I'm doing it for your own good.â Â Â
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my toxic trait is thinking i could get to and from [state](18 hours round trip) in one (1) day
#say it with me folks: i cannot go to [state] unless i get a hotel and ask for a day off work#im looking at the map. its 18 hours minimum not including stops and traffic and flooding etc etc.#i still want to go for a drive tomorrow but i CANT go to [state] it is TOO FAR AWAY#maybe ill go fuck around in minnesota or something idk#actually yeah that sounds fun. okay i have a plan#[state] my beloved i WILL see you again soon. i just need a 3 day weekend to come see you. nothing can keep us apart#well. my uncle's land is very much the main obstacle here. and the whole drought thing. and the sparse grass.#also for my new follower here's the context: for privacy reasons i redact which state it is lol sorry but its in the west half of the US#but i went there on a march trip and its awesome and i want to move there and start dairy farming. so sometimes i post abt pining for [stat#because despite how much i need to go back to [state] its an 18 hour round trip car drive from where i am and i cant just go have day trips#which is a BUMMER because otherwise i'd be there like every fucking weekend :((#but i digress or whatever. someday i will break out of this bad state which is very different from [state] and everything will be good#(that's a joke because culture and climate etc where i live now and in [state] are like identical. the difference is [state] has mountains.#hopes and dreams post#diary post#okay im gonna go play my game now. fuck it friday time to find some koroks
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