feyd-rautha loves throat fucking full stop. thereâs just something about how small and pathetic you look staring up at his imposing form with teary eyes. he likes to get messy, likes to force his cock deep into your throat only to laugh when you end up gagging on it. feyd is big okay, his body strong and straining with muscles. his cock is huge. he likes to make fun of you when you can only get the head of it into your mouth. feyd loves seeing his black cum bubble around the sides of your mouth, your red rimmed eyes leaking salty tears that he makes sure to lick when heâs done. cry as much as you want, it just makes feyd want to keep fucking your throat raw. he pretends to ignore how you pathetically grind against his boots whilst sucking him off; he knows you love his harshness just as much as him.
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Alpha!Yuuji headcanons
A sweet anon sent me an ask wanting to know my thoughts about Alpha!Yuuji and my brain went grrr. Thank you!! I finally had an excuse to write about this strong and sexy Alpha with the sunshine smile and the knot so thick that it makes us sob ;) As you can see, I wrote this very shamelessly with my omega pussy lol but I hope my fellow Yuuji lovers can enjoy this self-indulgent piece too ;)
Pairing: Alpha!Yuuji x Omega!Reader (female)
Genre: smut + fluff, Omegaverse AU
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: 18+, omegaverse, smut, breeding, knotting, creampie, pregnancy, biting, a bit of rough sex when Yuuji is in a rut, slight lactation kink, praise, mentions of blood and scars. Yuuji has to kill to protect his pack. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact. Thank you for the star divider @/benkeibear. There is now fanart for this AU!! Thank you so much to @sandiaarts !!
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is the strongest Alpha in the city but never planned to become a leader. Until the former boss-Alpha dies and is succeeded by his cruel son, who puts the whole city under his reign of terror. That's when Yuuji's heroic instincts are triggered, and he decides to step up and claim the position as the ruling Alpha.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who you see for the first time during his fight for dominance in a back alley behind a nightclub where the packs are gathered to watch the fight that will decide who becomes their new leader. You get one look at this gorgeous pink-haired Alpha and already know he will win. Tall and buff, with firm muscles and a feral conviction in his golden eyes. A true Alpha!
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who wins the fight after just a few minutes. He lifts his face while pinning his opponent down, one hand on the man's head and one foot on his back. His golden eyes find you in the crowd, and you feel a shudder run through you, your Omega cunt slicking up just at the sight of this strong and brave Alpha. Your new leader, who you will submit to all too happily.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is so attractive with his boyish good looks and that muscular, powerful build. He has such a pretty sunshine smile but also such a broad, tall body packed with buff muscles. His skin is littered with scars that show the feral fighter he is, making him look so sexy and strong that it causes the most primal needs to awaken in you. You want to offer yourself to him, offer your slicked-up Omega cunt to him so he can breed you full of his strong pups.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who finds you later on in the nightclub, where you celebrate his victory. Who smiles sweetly when you congratulate him on his win. Who is so kind and easy to get along with despite how powerful he is. Who tells you he hates fighting, but since he is unfortunately very good at it, he thinks it's his duty to use his fists to protect the ones who are weaker than him.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who makes your Omega cunt throb with his words. All your primal instincts scream that you need this big, strong Alpha who is so brave and kind. You feel dizzy when you smell his enticing scent, filling your nostrils with its sexy, musky smell of wood and sunlight and the deep, rich aroma of ripe cherries. You gulp nervously as you tilt your head to look up at Yuuji's gorgeous face and see the same craving you feel mirrored in his golden eyes.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who mounts you only a few minutes later. Bending you over a table in the backroom of the nightclub, his pants and boxer briefs hastily pushed down while he ruts feverishly into you from behind. Riled up from the fight and exhilarated from the victory, needing to sink his Alpha cock into a willing slicked-up Omega cunt to come down again.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who fucks you like the leader that he is now. Who leans down to cage you between his big buff body and the table, interlacing his large fingers with your smaller ones while he fucks into you, making you cream again and again on his fat Alpha cock. His canines graze your skin as if he can hardly restrain himself from marking you as his mate right then and there.
+ Alpha Yuuji, who presses his nose against your neck and sniffs you, inhaling your scent hungrily and moaning against your neck, "Fuck. Fuck. You smell so good, baby." His big, heavy body shudders behind you while you feel him pulse his hot seed into you. And you know at that moment that you want to be his. That you want him to be your Alpha and your mate. You hope he will claim you one day!
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who doesn't pull out and leave after your needy fuck, like most new pack leaders would. Many of them would go from unmated Omega to unmated Omega to show them that the new Alpha has a right to take them now. But Yuuji stays with you. His big, broad body slumps against you, his muscular arms wrap around you, hugging you while he kisses your neck, sweet and caring. His seed and your slick run down your thighs in hot sticky rivulets, and your pussy twitches around his gorgeous thick cock, instinctively asking him for more, as if your Omega cunt is begging her Alpha to mate her and claim her for life.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who tells you that he needs to see you again when he finally pulls out of you. He turns you around, a large calloused hand cupping your chin tenderly, and he captures your lips in a sweet kiss before he lifts you up and places you on the table so he can clean your pussy with his loving mouth, taking proper care of you, moaning against your wet cunt how sweet of an Omega you are.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who keeps you close after that first night and makes an effort to get to know you. He buys you flowers and chocolates and asks you on dates, making sure to appreciate you and not just see you as a willing and breedable Omega but as a woman he cherishes and adores.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is such a good pack leader, kind and protective. He is so sweet to the little ones, playing with them and teaching them how to box so they can learn how to protect themselves. He also cares about the older members of the pack, telling them he looked after his sick grandpa for many years and, therefore, understands the struggles of the elderly and that they can always come to him and ask for help. He is a natural leader. A real Alpha. It makes him even more attractive in your eyes, and you catch yourself getting nice and slick for him anytime he is in the same room.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who makes your scent glands throb hotly anytime he fucks you, your body trying to lure him in, wordlessly signaling to him how bad you want to be his. How bad you want him to mate you. He growls brokenly anytime it happens and licks hungrily over your scent glands, making you cum instantly around his powerful Alpha cock.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is so sweet and caring that he tries to hold back as long as possible before he claims you. Who fucks his balls empty into your sweet Omega cunt and grunts and growls as he tries his best to stop himself from forcefully claiming you as his mate.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who kisses you in front of the nightclub that belongs to him now, smiling against your lips while his strong arms hold you so tightly, pulling you against his tall, buff body, offering you a feeling of safety you have never known before. He tells you he loves you while he holds you in his strong arms, and you almost cry from the happiness you feel.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who reaches his breaking point that night after you both confessed your love to each other and pushes his cock extra deep into you, letting you get a little taste of his knot, making you sob in need while he groans in your ear: "I want to mate you so bad, cutie. Want to make you my Omega. I can't hold back much longer, sweetie. Want to mate you and breed you and cherish you and give you my pups. Fuck... please let me mate you! Please be my Omega and my mate!"
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who waits for your consent even while his muscular body is shaking from the effort it takes to hold back before he sinks his teeth into your neck and bites you with a mating bite that hurts and arouses you at the same time.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who mounts you again to seal your bond with another load of his Alpha seed. He fucks you deep and feral, claiming his mate thoroughly, making sure you know how much he loves you and that he is yours now and you are his. He moans and growls and tells you he will give you his knot, will give you his everything for the rest of his life, while mounting you so hard and good that you see stars.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, whose knot is so big that you are worried you won't be able to take him when you feel the first swelling at his thick base. But Yuuji is such a caring Alpha and such a sweet mate. He soothes you with his low, sexy voice, whispering the sweetest praise to you while he prepares you thoroughly for his knot. He will give you his all, even if it takes hours to prepare you for his knot. He kisses you and rubs slow, tender circles around your swollen clit, loosening your cunt with several orgasms on his cock before he allows his knot to grow and plug you up.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who makes you mewl and orgasm instantly when you finally feel his fat knot plugging you up, claiming you as his alone while he moans I love you's in your ear. His calloused fingers rub your puffy clit, making you squirt over and over again on his fat knot while he pulses his hot seed into you, sealing your mating ritual with both of your cum.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who kisses you deeply and tells you how sweet and beautiful you are while he slowly slips out of you after a night spent mating you. You sigh happily, so content and happy that you found such a strong Alpha and such a caring mate. Yuuji stays with you for hours afterward, refusing to leave your side after such an intimate experience. He holds you tightly, lets you rest and sleep in his strong arms, safe and warm in your mate's embrace, knowing he will take care of you for the rest of his life.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is loved by his whole pack for his kindness and strength. A caring and protective Alpha. His large, calloused hands touch you with so much love and tenderness, but they can also deal the hardest punches against the ones who dare attack his pack. And if anyone tries to hurt his mate, Yuuji will see red and become a feral predator so powerful that his enemies will grovel before him and beg for mercy.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who won't start a fight without a reason. But he hunts down the ones who break the rules of peace and are cruel and dangerous to others. He kills if he has to, but it bothers him greatly to take a life, and he always seeks comfort and reassurance in your arms after every kill.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who comes back home to you after a deadly fight with bloody scratches all over his body, which will heal into a few more sexy scars that show his dominance and strength. There's a feral glint in his golden eyes, making them glow like two full moons, angry and unrelenting. The eyes of a powerful predator who was forced to unleash his fury against his enemies. A gaze that makes you moan and grab the bed sheets tightly, your legs instinctively falling open to present your panty-clad slick cunt to this strong Alpha in front of you.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who craves you badly after every kill. Who rips off his shirt and lets it fall to the ground, looking at you with that feral, primal need in his eyes while he opens his belt with one large hand, so riled up from the fight and ready to fuck his anger into the comforting wet heat of your sweet Omega cunt.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, whose buff body is bloody and sweaty from the fight. Veins standing out on his taut, flexed muscles. His fight triggered a rut, making his thick fat Alpha cock slap heavily against his firm abs when he frees himself from his trousers. The irresistible primal scent of his pheromones fills the whole room, making the slick run down your thighs even before Yuuji has laid a single finger on you.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who tears your soaked panties down, presses his face against your slick cunt, and growls wildly when he inhales your scent and licks up your sweet slick. He needs to fuck all his worries and anger into you. Needs you so bad to make things ok again. He growls a thank you after you tell him to let it all out on you, to fuck you as hard as he needs. "Don't hold back, Yuuji. I can take it. Fuck me as hard as you need, Alpha."
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who always fucks you harder after a kill. Using his strength on you and manhandling you with rough, calloused hands. He growls when he has you on all fours for him, with your cute ass in the air and legs spread, presenting him your pretty Omega cunt to claim and fuck. He groans behind you, low and feral, in full Alpha mode, giving your ass a hard slap as he splits you open around his fat cockhead.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who mounts you wild and hard, slapping your ass and fucking you with rough hard thrusts that go so deep that you howl with the most primal need and lust every time he ruts into you. He takes you in such a primal way, like an animal, hard and deep, while biting your neck and drooling all over your skin. He is so loud and feral, not holding back at all, fucking you unrelentingly from one orgasm to the next.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who only pulls out after he has exhausted himself completely, taking all his anger and pain out on your sweet, willing Omega cunt. You know that on those kinds of nights, he needs you to give him comfort, and so you pull him in your arms, hug him and cuddle him, and stroke his pretty pink hair, telling him he did the right thing and that you are so proud of him for protecting his pack. "You are such a good Alpha. And such a good man."
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who not only wants you as his mate, but also as his wife, giving you a double promise of always protecting and loving you. Now you wear his teeth imprint on your neck and a beautiful golden wedding band on your ring finger.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, whose need to breed is so strong that he practically begs you to please let him fuck his pups into you anytime he smells your heat approaching. Your fertile pussy always drives him insane, making him lick up your slick needily while shooting his first load all over the bedsheets and himself, unable to hold back with your sweet taste filling his mouth and nose.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is the happiest man ever, when you tell him you stopped taking your birth control. "I want your babies, Yuuji. Want to give you so many cute and strong pups, just like their daddy." And your man instantly has you under him, pinning you to the bed with his heavy, muscular body, snapping his hips furiously, shooting load after load into you while thanking you. "Thank you, baby, oh fuck, thank you so much! I will give you so many cute pups, my angel! Will fuck so many into you!"
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who always breeds you anytime he claims you, now that he knows you want his pups. He fucks to breed. He wants a whole litter of cute little pups with you. He moans and growls ferally into your ear while he mounts you from behind and fucks you with such savage, needy, and deep thrusts that he almost breaks the bed.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who loves to put you in a mating press with you all needy under his heavy buff body, your knees pressed to your tits while he bucks his hips ferally against you, going wild at the thought of his fat cock so deep in you.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who wants to knock you up so bad that he is in a permanent rut now, triggering your heat over and over again, making you so wet and horny for him that you can barely walk anymore.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who has so much stamina that when he knots you, his knot stays inside you all night. Slow rolls of his hips while he is in you balls-deep, shooting thick load after load of his hot fertile seed into you, his balls so big and heavy that they slap loudly against your slicked-up swollen clit, making you cum over and over again until you are delirious from it, babbling how much you need him, "Please, Yuu, please make me a mommy. Please gimme your pups, baby."
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who hugs you in his strong, buff arms and kisses your neck and lips lovingly while his knot is throbbing in you and plugging you up to keep his hot, fertile seed deep in you, breeding his sweet wife so thoroughly while praising you the whole time. "Look at you taking my knot so well. Fuck, I love you so much, cutie. I can't wait to see your belly so big and swollen with our pups. You'll be such a beautiful mommy."
+ Alpha!Yuuji, whose seed is strong and fertile and takes immediately. He smiles brightly at you and hugs you tightly when you tell him you are pregnant. He goes out to buy materials to build a cradle immediately, so eager and excited to start his family with you. And then repeats the same thing a few weeks later when you find out he fucked twins into you on the first try.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is always very protective but gets even worse when you carry his pups in you. Who growls at everyone who comes too close to you, always ensuring his mate and pups are safe. Who leaves his scent all over you to keep potential threats away.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who goes feral when your belly grows. He loves you so much, and it drives him crazy with lust and love to see that he successfully bred you, making you round and big with his pups, with his strong and chubby babies. It makes Yuuji so hard to see you like that. He has to take you every night while he caresses your belly and kneads your swollen tits, already milking a bit of milk out of them that he hungrily licks up.
+ Alpha! Yuuji, who pulls out of your cunt and cums all over your swollen belly because the sight turns him on so much.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who kisses and licks you clean afterward before he rests his head on your belly and talks to his little ones, telling them how much their mommy and daddy love them. And he looks up at you with those gleaming golden eyes full of love and tells you, "And I also love you so much, baby. Thank you for being my mate and my wife. I am so lucky!"
+ Alpha!Yuuji, whose genes are very dominant, so all your pups will have his pink hair. But you definitely don't mind because it looks so cute when your twins are born with a soft tuft of pink hair on their little heads! Your pups are two big, strong boys with chubby thighs and cheeks and loud voices. Strong, just like their daddy.
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is such a proud mate and daddy. He never gets tired of spending time with his wife and his little ones. He gets up in the middle of the night to feed and cuddle his little boys so his sweet wife can rest. He carries the twins around in his strong arms, showing them off all proudly with a big happy smile on his face, cooing at them, playing with them, and petting their pink hair. And you watch him with happy tears in your eyes, so happy that you found such a good Alpha and loving husband!
+ Alpha!Yuuji, who beams at you and pulls you against his buff, tall body to kiss you thoroughly. Who doesn't let you go again because his heart feels so full and his cock is already swelling again, knowing that you are such a good mommy and such a sweet mate. He needs to bend you over the nearest surface and mount you again until your cute Omega cunt is stuffed with his fertile seed again, making more cute little pink-haired pups with the love of his life.
FUCKKKKK HE MAKES ME FERAL!! I don't know why, but there is something about Yuuji that fits Omegaverse so well, in my opinion. My head is spinning!!! Thank you so much, dear anon, for sending me this ask! When I wrote my Sukuna Omegaverse story, I already low-key wanted to write for Yuuji (and Megumi) too, and you motivated me to do so!
Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked Alpha!Yuuji and enjoyed this sexy little story!
Comments and reblogs would be very sweet!
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summary - Yuuji Itadori is a total knockout boyfriend - the only hitch? Youâre nothing like his usual type of woman, and itâs making you unsure.
warnings - 18+!, femreader with jugs and vagene, p in v sex, unrealistic car sex, specifically stated that reader is non-tall with big tits, dumbification for both parties, squirting, non-curse AU where sukuna and yuuji are brother-roommates, unprotected sex
Itadori, Yuuji was an amazing boyfriend - something straight out of a top-selling shoujo manga.
Faithful and doting and affectionate. He handed over his hoodies the moment you mentioned an unpleasant breeze, he proudly held your hand in public, and he boasted about the very act of dating you to anyone with ears. But even those displays felt backhanded, the deeper you dug into your own mind. You had no real reason to complain about the situation.
And you especially had no reason when the cause behind your complaints would be so shallow.
You had an ass in the same way that everybody else did, but nothing comparable to the pin-up poster Yuuji tore down when you two started dating. Or his celebrity fascination, Jennifer Lawrence (which also mysteriously stopped being mentioned when you two started dating).
Rather, your body was much more endowed in ways that made Nobara tease as you passed lingerie stores with hot pink lighting and black walls and heavy busts plastered in the windows. Sheâd snag you by the sleeve and point, just to watch how you scoff and look away.
Yuuji pointedly ignores those stores. He ignores everything in relation to them.
Youâd picked this shirt just for tonight. It dips low into your cleavage, just tight enough to still push up the tender meat of your breasts. Not to mention the color - deep crimson, Yuujiâs favorite. Well, at least the closest youâll ever get to a favorite color with his indecisive nature.
Yuuji sits across from you at the scratched table. When his eyes arenât scavenging the conveyor belt for small, shiny, colored plates serving anything that may catch his eye, theyâre on your face. And only your face.
Normally something youâd absolutely cheer over - if this were a first date, but the fact is that this is one of many dates. And after so many dates that you canât count anymore, youâre starting to want Yuujiâs eyes to drift.
You want him to look and you want to watch him sweat and go red. Youâre starting to need it.
The need only grows more apparent mere days later.
Yuuji keeps his hands stubbornly on your hips, barely making an imprint from outside your clothes. But you choose not to make a fuss since heâs otherwise fully engrossed with keeping his lips pasted to yours. Your hands are sweaty and hot on Yuujiâs cheeks, you just know they are, but he doesnât seem to mind when he lets you hold him close and grind on him.
Yet his palms are stiff against you. They donât feel warm or cold or clammy or moist. They just⌠are. He chokes back every groan and huff and you almost feel embarrassed to be letting out hitches and breathy moans so freely in comparison.
Puffing your chest out, you can feel your breasts pillowing against Yuuji and youâre hoping to tempt him to move his hands up. Under your shirt and bra with bare skin on bare skin. The idea makes you mewl, dragging your hips harder against his and further pushing out your tits for him to grope.
And suddenly, his stiff hands are picking you up off his lap, sliding you beside him on your couch. Yuuji grins, standing and swiping his hands down the legs of his sweatpants before planting a kiss on your forehead, âSorry, gotta pee.â
âOversharing!â you call after his retreating form.
When Yuuji returns, he sits down and rewinds the movie you two had put on earlier. He frowns and murmurs about how much the both of you missed. When you donât turn back to the TV immediately, Yuuji smiles again and kisses your cheek.
Your gut twists unpleasantly.
And that need festers into utter desperation by just the next afternoon.
âHey, Yuuji,â you come up from behind your boyfriend, arms dangling over the back of his couch and framing his shoulders. You place your chin on his head, staring at the intense cooking competition heâs watching, âSo, I know I just got here⌠but! Iâve got a small, teensy errand to run.â
âMhm?â he tilts his head back to meet your eyes, âWant me to go with you?â
His offer has you nodding, trying to smother down the bright simper he threatens to drag out of you, âYeah, if youâre not busy.â
Sucking in air noisily through his teeth, Yuuji gestures out to the show he lazes in front of, âI dunno, babe, I am watching TV.â
âVery funny,â you back away from his couch, already heading to the door to tug your shoes on, âJust saying, you donât have to come with if you donât want to,â Yuuji always wants to come with, you like that about him, âJust getting some new bras.â
Your current ones are fine, but maybe a stuffy changing room is that nudge he needs.
âOh,â your boyfriend pauses, eyes widening, âUh. You might want to take Kugisaki for that, sheâd know more than me,â he canât even look at you, âIâm not really the kinda person youâd want around for that.â
You almost ask what he means by that, but the rejection has fried your brain to a gray, crunchy crisp. The kind of fry that looks like it could flake apart with a harsh jab. Again, that terrible, awful knotting in your stomach returns, but you carry on. Because if you claimed to no longer need this errand ran, then he might know what your scheme was - and that was far worse than whatever this hell was.
So you nod slowly and meekly call out that you love him before exiting the door. He says he loves you more.
You really wish you asked what he meant.
Finally, desperation comes to a head when you meet Yuujiâs friend - Todo, Aoi.
Todo, Aoi, who stares at you - eyes narrow as he judges each wrinkle in your clothes and jitter of your muscles - then turns to Yuuji, and asks point-blank, âDid you lie about your type, then, brother?â
Yuuji rips the hand in his pocket out and cuts it across his neck in a slicing motion, mouthing a couple of rude âshut upâs. You lean into Yuujiâs side, squeezing the hand he lays in yours tighter. It isnât sweaty. And it isnât very warm, either.
Aoi doesnât seem very upset at the idea, âIâm happy youâre happy,â you look down at your shoes when he glances back over at you, âI was excited when I thought we had the same type.â
No, you werenât very tall. And no, your butt wasnât exceptionally big. You fell on the more mediocre sides of those categories, the thing you excelled in (what you thought most guys were thrilled over) was having a large bust.
âDude!â Yuuji hits Aoi in the shoulder. Hard, âShut up!â
He squeezes your hand so tight you think it might bruise.
âSorry, brother,â Aoi, you were warned, was extremely unusual - little to no boundaries and almost inept at social interactions outside of fighting. He does seem sympathetic enough, turning to you, âI didnât mean to offend you.â
Itâs all so sickening. How you wish Yuuji would hurry up and show interest in shallow things. How you place personal esteem on this whole fiasco. How right Aoi is. How badly youâre letting everything affect you.
The ringing in your ears, for example. The way you no longer think you can stomach whatever Aoi was cooking tonight. The shortness of your breath.
You try to push it down. Tonight is supposed to be fun.
Yuuji shoves his friend, much more lightheartedly than his previous blow, and goes to kiss your forehead - but hesitates. His smile is uneven, âDonât listen to him, he doesnât know what heâs talking about,â he squeezes your hand, âI love you,â then, apologetically, he smooths his thumb over the sore spots where he clenched your hand, âI love you so much.â
And you know that. You know it like you know your favorite movie.
Tonight was supposed to be fun.
He loves you, you know that - what you donât know, is if he wants you. Doesnât he get sweaty palms like you? Doesnât he feel his intestines tie into bunches of little knots like you? Doesnât he get all hot in the face like you? Doesnât he want you like you want him?
Itâs humiliating to imagine that he doesnât, and the mere idea makes you so nauseous you think you might hurl at this very moment.
Maybe your boyfriend just doesnât find you as attractive as you want him to.
Maybe you should give up this repetitive scheme.
The car is quiet, unbearably so. Your knees are angled away from Yuuji defiantly, legs pushed to the far side of your seat so itâd be a hassle for him to reach out and hold your thigh. You used to think it meant something when he did that, but now it seems as though heâs doing it out of duty. Like holding the door for someone behind you. Or offering your seat on the bus to elderly passengers. Simple acts of simple kindness.
The most basic peacekeeping, if anything.
Yuuji peeks at you without turning away from the road, hands tightening around the steering wheel, âAre you upset?â
You could be snippy. You could even opt to not respond.
But you do neither, âYeah.â
He sighs through his nose, âSeriously, donât listen to Todo. He doesnât know anything.â
Now, youâre a little snippy. To point out that Aoiâs being stupid isnât uncalled for, but to claim he doesnât know exactly what stupid shit heâs saying is.
âHe has a point.â
âHuh?â Yuuji turns his head fully to look at you, something he only does because the quiet backroad home is empty, âWhatâre you talking about?â
Only flickering, crooked, rusty street lamps are witness to your impending breakdown. Your boyfriend returns his stare to the road. Crickets sing outside and the wind flattens over long grass that shines under moonlight.
âYuuji,â sinking into your seat, you ignore his eyes, âYou canât seriously say you have no idea,â heâs quiet, lips pressed thinly, âSince we met, practically everybody has known your type. I knew you had a type! It was a shock to our friends when we got together! And now that we areâŚâ
Pulling off into the grassy plain lining your way home, Yuuji slips the key from the ignition and unclicks his seatbelt to really examine you. His eyes scramble over you, every part the sensitive, concerned boyfriend you know and treasure. He pouts, but itâs in earnest; hurt simply because youâre hurt.
âAnd now that we are?â
âWhy donât you look at me?â
âI look at you!â he rubs the back of his neck, now quirking a brow at you, âI look at you all the time.â
âNo,â you whine like a petulant child, hands coming up to cover your face, âItâs different!â
Aoiâs words just wonât stop creeping up your spine. Yuuji setting you aside on the couch. Yuuji insisting that you bring Nobara to a lingerie store instead of him. He was lying to someone, right? Was it to Aoi or you?
But everybody had seen that poster, and everybody could hear him declare his preferences.
âItâs way different,â youâre so humiliated youâre nauseous, your voice wobbles.
Yuuji tenderly takes your wrists, dragging down your hands. His smile is squiggly, brows high to his forehead, âTalk to me, pretty girl. You want me to look at you?â you nod, âSo tell me what you mean by that.â
You almost hate how soft his voice is. It makes it so hard to be upset.
âIâm not your type,â your eyes trail the way Yuujiâs fingers dance around yours, âAnd every time I try to⌠you know, get you to think of me as something other than just cute or pretty - you turn me down. I feel like you donât find me attractive.â
âOh, like sexually?â
âMhmm,â you nod glumly. When heâs quiet for just a couple of seconds too long, you ask, âDid you know what I was trying to do?â
âKind of,â Yuujiâs cheeks are growing red, eyes now abandoning your entwined hands to stare out the windshield, âI do find you attractive - thatâs a little bit of the problem.â
âWhat?â
He sucks in a breath sharply, engulfing your hands completely with his and squeezing (much more mindfully this time), âIâm crazy about you,â he can tell you donât believe him, âIt scares me a little,â he pulls his hands away and cradles his own over his lap, âIâm worried that if I give in, Iâll scare you off⌠like Iâm too eager or something.â
âYuuji!â you adjust in your seat, moving sideways and finally letting your knees face your boyfriend again, âYou wouldnât scare me off by being eager about my body! Thatâs a good thing, right? When weâre both into each other, thatâs good!â
âNo, I mean,â heâs gone rouge all the way up to his ears now, a fire bright in his chest, âI want you so bad it makes me feel like all my skinâs burning. My hands get all gross and sweaty so I have to wipe them on my pants, and- and I canât think straight,â heâs still not looking at you, but the way heâs pressing his arms down on his crotch tells you he wants to, âEven now, I think Iâm going crazy just imagining youâŚâ
You sit up on your knees, leaning over the center console just to watch your boy squirm at the invasion of space, âImagining me?â he nods shakily, âImagining me how?â
He whines, turning his head and pressing his scorching face into your neck, âYou know how.â
âCome on, pretty boy,â you kneel over the console entirely, squeezing behind the wheel to settle on Yuujiâs lap - slapping away his hands from the growing tent in his baggy pants, âEntertain me, please?â
âImagining you under me, on me, between my legs,â his hands fly to your hips, palms slipping up under your shirt, and, God, his palms are sweaty, âAny way youâll have me,â you cup his cheeks and press messy kisses to his lips. Yuujiâs hands roam further up your shirt, fingertips teasing under the cups of your bra, âAny way I can see your tits.â
âI thought you were more into ass,â your bravado falls under his admission, suddenly bashful.
Yuuji closes his eyes, swallowing hard while pushing his hands under your bra, he can feel his heartbeat all the way at the back of his throat. His rough palms cupping the soft, fleshy fat on your chest, âAs if that matters,â his brows knit, hips subconsciously jerking up into yours, âIâm a horny guy: my hot girlfriend has big boobs, and Iâm obsessed with her big boobs.â
âJust âcuz youâre horny?â you tease, grinding down on the bump of his hard cock. His loose pants let him spring up under your skirt, knocking into your panty-clad cunt.
âNah,â his eyes flutter open, sweaty palms moving around your back and clumsily unhooking your troublesome bra. It takes him three tries, âI like every part of you all the timeâŚâ the tip of his tongue parts his lips in hard concentration, âYour whole body makes me feel like Iâm full of bugs.â
ââFull of bugs?!ââ you snort, lifting your arms so Yuuji can yank off your shirt and bra in one ungraceful motion.
âIn a good way,â he promises, eyes locked on your heaving chest. You can hear the thick breaths he struggles through, ââm so nervous and horny at the same time, it feels like bugs in my stomach.â
âWhatâre you nervous for?â
ââCuz I wanna make you cum, but Iâm worried Iâll cream my pants before we even get to it,â he finally looks into your eyes, he smiles at you with flaming cheeks and palms at your breasts, âIt was so hard making sure I kept it together⌠Been jerkinâ off every night thinking of you - ask Sukuna, heâll tell you. Itâs been embarrassing.â
âAugh, Yuuji!â
âItâs true!â
It makes your palms hot and sweaty, the image of him so desperate. All for you.
âHm,â you croon, grinding against your boyfriendâs cock, back arching to press your tits closer to his face, âYuuji...â
Wrapping his arms around your waist, Yuuji sucks one of your nipples between his lips and laves it with his tongue. He bucks up against your wetting panties. Pulling away from your nipple with a soft pop, Yuuji stares up at you with another earnest, flustered pout, âCan you take it out for me?â
As if you could forget what heâs talking about, he humps you again.
âPlease, take it out,â he cranes his neck to run his warm, wet tongue over your other, unattended nipple.
âAw,â you didnât think seeing your big, energetic boyfriend act so pathetic would set you on fire the way it does. One of your hands stretches down between you and Yuuji, wrangling down his pants with him lifting his hips to help, âDo you want me to play with your cock?â
He hums against your breast, nodding eagerly, âYuh- yeah- ! Please?â
Your fingers wrap around the warm softness of Yuujiâs erection, thumb playfully nudging his mushroom tipâs slit. He throws his head back, ricocheting against the car seat headrest with a throaty groan.
Giggling, you lean in to kiss the sensitive spot just under Yuujiâs jaw, hand still working up Yuujiâs weeping cock, âHaving a good time, honey?â
âUh-huh,â he unwinds his arms around you to grasp your hips once again, fingers bruising at your sides, âFeels so good - so, so goodâŚâ
âWhoâs making you feel good, Yuuji?â
âYou!â his right thigh twitches under you, âYou, you - âs always you!â
âAlways me?â
His chuckle breaks off into a slack-jawed moan, âSaid I jerk off to you every night, didnât I?â he reaches for your wrist, âWait, wait!â
âWere youâŚ?â so soon?
âI told you!â now heâs the one whining like a petulant brat, âI donât wanna cum before you, but you just make it so hard.â
So soon.
Your thighs squish around Yuujiâs, hips grinding on nothing - desperate in search of friction.
âYou like that?â he sounds breathless, staring at you as you watch his bobbing cock. All red at the head and straining against your hand, âYouâre so mean, babe.â
âI like it a lot,â you sit up, lips finding Yuujiâs drool-slicked ones, âI like knowing I have that effect on you.â
âSince I first saw you, I think,â he admits, hands skimming under your skirt now, âCan I⌠?â
You nod, holding tightly to Yuujiâs shoulders while you lean on one leg. You could, theoretically, drag your panties down your lifted leg by yourself - but Yuuji stubbornly joins your hand all the way down to your ankle.
Before trying to slip inside you, Yuuji cups your hot sex. His chest tightens, middle finger shakily tracing along your soaked cunt. Tongue lolling back out of his mouth, Yuuji tucks your nipple back into his mouth when he inserts his finger in your hole. Trying to keep his mind as busy as possible so he can stop thinking about how badly he needs to bury himself inside you.
âYuuji,â your breathing is ragged, already lowering yourself before he even pulls his finger out of you, âIâm so past ready.â
âYouâre so wet,â he mumbles against the swell of your tit, teasing his teeth against the full flesh, âI dunno if Iâll be able to get inâŚâ he chuckles to himself, lightheaded when he taps the head of his cock against your clit, âMight slip right out, huh?â
âStop teasing,â you cradle Yuujiâs head to your chest, arms thrown around his neck, âYouâre the mean one.â
âI know, I know,â he lowers in his seat, pressing himself finally, finally, finally inside your pussy. Your tits press even closer to his face when you gasp at the stretch, âIâve been ignoring my poor pretty girl this whole time,â he says it so mournfully, so heartfelt, âSo selfish, just thinking of my pride - I didnât even wonder how my girl felt.â
âAhh, Yuuji,â you moan, piercing your bottom lip between your teeth.
âIâm sorry, pretty girl,â he pushes down on your hips, lowering you on his stiff cock until your thighs are flush with his soft pants. Theyâre a little wet. You donât care much, and you donât think Yuuji does either right now. He screws up into you, one arm tight around your waist to pull you down into his thrusts and the other hand finding your slippery clit, âIâm so sorry, angel, can you forgive me?â
âAh, ah, ah,â his fingers work quick circles on your nerves as he fucks you and youâre barely able to scramble together the words (let alone carry those words out in a sensible form), âYes - ah! - yes, Yuuji!â
Thereâs something in the way he twists his hips this time because his cock beats into a particular spot that sends white sparks through your veins. You snap back, head hanging and forcing your bouncing tits directly in Yuujiâs face. Before you can even begin to beg, your big, energetic (and maybe a little pathetic) boyfriend is already nodding to himself.
âRight there, angel?â his fingers leave your clit to press down on where his cock batters your insides, âIs that it? Want me right here?â
âPlease!â you squeal, thighs quivering and lungs fresh out of air.
âUh-huh,â he keeps nodding, head too empty to realize he doesnât need to anymore, ���Uh-huh, anything for you⌠fuckinâ anythingâŚâ
When your lower half burns out, Yuuji keeps you upright - fully fucking up into you at that same spot he pushes down on your tummy. The need to cum burns every nerve in your body - it burns and burns and burns until it changes.
Something fuller and more familiar - in a more daily-life kind of way.
âAh, Yuuji,â your hands perch on his shoulders, body bouncing with the weight of Yuujiâs hips slinging into yours, âI think- ! It feels like- !â
âTalk to me, angel,â dumbly, he looks up at you, almost snickering, ââEntertain me.ââ
âFeels like âm gonna pee,â you try warning him, you really do.
But something behind his eyes just shines brighter, grin widening and he actually laughs, âYeah?â
âYeah!â
âFuck yeah,â he stares, wide-eyed, at where youâre creaming on his cock, âYou gonna squirt on me, baby?â his foolish nodding quickens with his hips, âSquirt all over me, angel, I want it - want it so bad. Soak my car, oh,â his pretty mouth circles into an âOâ just at the thought, âPlease, please soak my fucking car!â
Your head jerks back, nails digging into Yuujiâs shoulders, throat snapping raw as you cry out braindead mixtures of your boyfriendâs name and pleas for more and harder and his cum.
He moves the hand on your tummy to swish your clit and spread your mess as far as he can, mouth popping open almost instinctively just to catch stray droplets of your cum in his mouth. One day (tomorrow) he might regret (will definitely regret) intentionally making you spray cum all over his front, and even back, seats, but right now he couldnât possibly imagine not doing it.
ââm gonna cum,â he grits his teeth, moans choked back in his throat, ââm gonna cum - where?â before he can ask again, you find the strength to swivel your hips down on him, âInside?â
âInside!â you sob, chest tight and eyes watering at the overstimulation of Yuuji still swirling a thumb on your clit, âCum inside, Yuuji!â
âFu- ck,â he squeezes the word out of his chest, seating you fully on his lap when his cock throbs. He juts his chin out towards you when he starts cumming, âKiss me?â
And you waste no time throwing yourself forward to press chaste, sweet kisses on Yuujiâs drooling lips. He hums and whimpers into your mouth, greedily drinking in the taste of your lips on his. As if heâd been starved of it his entire life.
Yuuji keeps you against him, the both of you slowly coming back down to Earth.
His sopping pants are beginning to cool underneath you.
âUgh,â you groan at the feeling, âI think we made a mistake.â
âYeahâŚâ Yuuji sighs, âOh well. Canât unfuck in the car now.â
Youâre kind of dreading pulling off Yuujiâs soft cock - if you hadnât done enough to ruin Yuujiâs pants before, then that most certainly will.
Yuuji sighs again, heartier, hands coddling your hips and tenderly rubbing circles into your bone. His eyes fall to your breasts and remain there, âI really am sorry, angel. I- I never, ever wanted you to feel like I didnât want you.â
Because he does. Good, God, he always does.
Every time he sees you, his hands get all sweaty and his cheeks are hot and his stomach twists into jumbles of knots.
âIt hurt,â you admit, âbut itâs fine now,â you giggle at the idea of him apologizing over trying to be respectful, âIt isnât like you were being a dick, you know?â
âYeah, but! Ugh!â he clenches a hand over his heart dramatically, frowning, âI hurt my girlfriendâs feelings. My sweet girl :( â
âYouâre cute,â you kiss one of Yuujiâs fiery cheeks, âOkay, help me off.â
âOh, yeah, huh,â he stretches over your shoulder to wring your panties back up your leg, âItâll be unpleasant, but I think you need to wear these back to your apartment.â
âIâll live,â you pick at the elastic to Yuujiâs pants and snap them back against his sweaty thigh, âCanât be worse than this, pee pants.â
âHey, itâs not pee,â he pouts once again tonight, âAnd be nice.â
You shake your head, leaning down to press your lips against Yuujiâs once again. Soaking in the taste like youâd been starved of it your entire life, âNever.â
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âunsure what your mentor gojo might have told you about me, yuuji,â you start, swirling your drink with the tip of your pinky finger with just one rotation before looking up at the man before you. "but i don't particularly enjoy the idea of being used to springboard another artist's career."
yuuji itadori hasn't picked a soloist name yet, still known by Yuyu as part of his four-member boy band, but the cutesy name doesn't fit with the venom of your voice, so you call him by his first name. plus, if you are truly meant to be working together, close and personal, you might as well get comfortable. he grins when you pronounce his name rather than bristle at your statement, the gleam in straight, heartthrob-white teeth almost a taunt to you.
"i don't think that's exactly what i'm aiming for but good to know."
his eyes flit from yours to the drink you just stirred, and watches as you put it to your lips, not saying a word. he looks practically cautious, and for a moment you wonder if he's grossed out by the action or if he's just intrigued by the shine on your glossed lips.
yuuji's dressed relatively subdued tonight, in a simple black turtleneck, unlike the shimmery gold chain shirt you remember him wearing on his most recent performance, standing out amongst the crowd despite his quite attractive band mates. the dusky pink of his hair which his design team clearly insists on accentuating doesn't help to avoid drawing your eyes to his among the group like a beacon. everything about him says look at me, look at me from the bright hue in his brown eyes and his build at the perfect balance of thick and aesthetic. you can't deny you too have been looking but you're tired of offering olive branches to bright eyed up-and-comers who lack the ability to be grateful.
you're not some type of gatekeeper but you know this game and gojo wasn't even subtle about it.
make my boy a star! toodles!
you roll your eyes at the thought, but even you have to admit he's mentored you a bit too though to get you where you are. despite being about yuuji's age, you're practically a household name, thanks to gojo's willingness to believe in you. you sigh.
"anyway, i'll have my agent contact you in the morning. we don't have to discuss anything more."
you throw back the rest of your drink and reach for your purse. yuuji raises his eyebrow at you then chuckles. the drink before him is untouched implying a bit of trepidation, but he's leaned back in his chair, one leg propped up on the chair stretcher. it's a look that's far too casual, that would look slightly disrespectful if he weren't so soft-looking.
"if you're uncomfortable being that close to me, you should really just say so," yuuji says. his arms stretch out above him and you tilt your head to the side.
"excuse me?"
yuuji also rises to his feet, and the difference of stature between you two is suddenly noticeable as you hang your purse around you. he intimidates you a bit, you have to admit, especially when he's close like this.
sweet. harmless. a little cocky. fuckable.
he skirts a little closer to you leaning in, his voice honeyed, ready to strike.
"you don't have to be my springboard. if anything, you can bounce off of me if you'd like."
yuuji laughs as your breath catches in your throat, but you shake it out and press a hand against his chest, pushing a comfortable distance between you two.
you're not going to be held accountable for a comment you made in a variety show months ago, even if it were true.
"don't push your luck," you hiss. he beams, and he's no longer sweet venom but the sweet man coming to you for a simple opportunity, no strings attached.
"you're right! i'll do anything you say," his lips pull sweetly and you wonder if you're being sucked in just like his fans.
he's polished perfect for the people, but that doesn't mean he's perfect for you.
but as he follows you out and your driver arrives depositing both of you safely at your respective homes, you wonder if perhaps a little romp will do any harm.
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this is my first real like... real smut fic? so do take that into consideration [and please be nice to me lol] but also feel free to send me a message if you have any feedback or pointers.
this is a fic based on this trope that was sent to me by @bobluvbot like a million weeks ago and became my hyper fixation for far too long. I finally decided to put it into words. thanks to @unstablereader for championing me as I wrote this and convincing me it was decent enough to post lol
Remus Lupin x fem!reader
CW: smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, coming inside of someone, AFAB reader, reader is a Pureblood Slytherin, has hair long enough for Rem to feel it on his shoulders when you're straddling him, reader has hair texture that sticks to you when wet, mentions of smoking weed and being high, mentions of drinking and alcohol, mentions of arranged marriages, use of mudblood and blood supremacy
Remus doesnât know how exactly this thing started for him.
Perhaps it was the day after a full moon when he forgot to lock the door behind him to the Prefects Bathroom and you let yourself in, nearly fully stripped before you realised he was sitting in the steaming, bubbling pool-sized tub with a spliff hanging lazily from his mouth.
âCirceâs tits!â You screeched as you hastily pulled up your towel to keep your modesty. âYou didnât think to alert me to your presence, Lupin?â You sneered half-heartedly at him as you tried to regain your composure.
âSorry.â Remus chuckled, voice gravelly from a mixture of last nightâs howling and tonightâs smoking. âMy brain is moving a little slowly right now.â
You looked between him and the spliff and sighed. âThink youâll be much longer?â You asked him quietly, cautiously, reticently. He wasnât sure heâd ever seen you look so dejected.
Slytherin princess; though you never really let that dictate how you treated people, just that it levelled you with a certain notoriety within the school. You were the only one who could talk sense into Barty Crouch Junior; Pandora Rosierâs biggest defender and advocate; Snape, Mulciber, and Averyâs biggest adversary; the one who encouraged Regulus Black to reach out to his estranged older brother; and the least likely to enact revenge on the Marauderâs for their pranks.
Though Remus had never shared more than a few words with you in passing, he knew a lot about you. In addition to the aforementioned qualities, you were a Pureblood, the eldest daughter and heiress to your familyâs name and fortune, Prefect, received top marks in Charms and Transfiguration, and hated the Sacred Twenty-Eight.
Knowing all of that made Remus rather rueful that he hadnât spoken to you before now.
âListen, this tub is nearly the size of an Olympic swimming pool.â Remus started, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion. âItâs big.â He clarified. âI donât mind...sharing if you wouldnât be too uncomfortable; otherwise, Iâll pack up and leave it to you.â
He didnât really want to leave; not whilst he was still nursing his post-moon hangover and the warm water was finally starting to relieve some of the tension in his bones. But you looked forlorn, and damn Remus and his bleeding heart, heâd give it up if you needed it.
âI donât want to kick you out... you were here first.â You murmured, apparently weighing your options in your head.
âI will leave if you want, L/N, but Iâm more than willing to share.â
You searched his eyes for what, Remus wasnât sure, but you seemed to come to some decision. You threw your head back and let out a strangled groan which Remus was certain was more for dramatic effect than it was indicative of any real ire.
âFine, turn around.â
Remus smirked at you and tried to ignore the protesting of his joints as he stood in the pool and turned to face the opposite wall, allowing you to drop the rest of your clothes and your towel and sink into the water.
âOkay...â You whispered quietly. âYou can sit back down now; thank you.â
Perhaps it had begun then; heâd offered you a puff from his joint, causing you to move closer to him. He was a gentleman and avoided noticing the way your breasts sat high on your chest, buoyant in the bubbly and fragrant waters.
He ignored the feeling of your elbow brushing against his. He ignored the way your hair, damp from the steam and humidity, stuck against your skin. And he definitely ignored the way that as the weed started to affect you, you leaned your head onto his shoulder.
What he couldnât ignore? When you asked him what you could do to help him.
âHelp?â Remus asked you bemusedly, jostling his shoulder and forcing you to sit up and return his gaze.
âYeah; you seem tense, stressed.â
Remus let out a confused chuckle from his nose. âThatâs really not anything you need to worry about.â
You laughed back at him, nudging him with your elbow. âLupin.â You chided. âYou were willing to give up your private pool time, youâve shared your weed with me, and youâve let me intrude on your bath; let me worry about it.â
And he doesnât know how you did it, heâs not even sure he remembers how the rest of the conversation went â one moment the two of you were sitting an entire swimming pool apart and pretending the other wasnât there, and the next moment he was sitting on the edge of the pool with his hands tangled in your hair as you took him in your mouth.
âChrist, fuck, Iâm gonna cum.â He tried warning you, tapping your shoulder to get your attention.
Like the watery siren that you were, all you did was moan and take him deeper, and in another moment, he was spilling down your throat.
Remus was sure he looked absolutely wrecked; naked, soaking, exhausted, a few fresh wounds from last night, and his permanent eye bags a more dramatic purple today on account of his lack of sleep last night.
Not you though; somehow even though youâd just done all the work, you looked ethereal. Wet hair pooling in the water around you as you sunk into the suds up to your collarbones, your lips swollen and glistening from your fantastic work if you asked Remus, and eyes a mischievous magnet nearly luring Remus back into the pool completely against his will.
âGodric, youâre good at that.â He breathed embarrassingly. Thankfully, you only laughed at with him.
âIâm sure you meant that as a compliment, Lupin; but it sort of sounds like youâre calling me a whore.â
Remus cackled at that, thankful that his time in the water eased the soreness in his ribs before doing so.
âIf you give me a few moments, Iâll return the favour dove.â
âDonât worry about it.â You offered, moving back to the other side of the pool to retrieve the book youâd deserted in favour of pot, and then in favour of cock. âIâll just take an I.O.U.â
Or maybe it started at the Ravenclaw afterparty following their win against Hufflepuff. You showed up with your friends fashionably late and clearly having pre-gamed to some extent if Bartyâs uncoordinated movements were anything to go by.
He noticed you every once in a while, flitting around the party with various friends, dancing to various tunes, participating in various games over conversations; but something was different about you. You werenât as...glowy.
Your smile never met your eyes, and your laughs werenât carefree â not like they were in the tub. Not like they ought to be.
But hey, you helped him when he needed it, and he did technically owe you.
He brushed past you and gently pulled on your elbow as he continued moving. When you turned back to see what had happened, he nodded toward the exit.
He didnât bother turning around to see if you were following him, he just carried on down the stairs of Ravenclaw tower before turning the corner to an empty corridor.
âOi, Lupin; your legs are longer than mine. Slow down!â You called.Â
He didnât realise at that time how much it meant to him that you had followed; hindsight being 20/20, and all.
âWhere are we going?â You queried as you caught up and walked in step with him.
âYouâll see.â He said simply, cutting across the hall and opening the door to an empty classroom.
âGoing to teach me how to translate Ancient Runes, Lupin?â You joked, though your affect was clearly lacking.
âIâm going to help.â He responded simply, leaning backwards against the professorâs desk.
âHelp?â
âRight.â
You smirked and raised a singular perfectly manicured eyebrow at him, looking him up and down with a suggestive glance.
âWhat exactly are you to help me with?â
âYou seem worried, tense.â He repeated your exact words from the tub a little over a week ago.
You offered him a half smile that, once again, never met your eyes. âThatâs not something you need to worry about.â
He offered you a soft smile in return. âI do owe you, though.â
Remus doesnât know what it was that convinced you to accept his offer. One moment he was leaning casually against the professorâs desk as you watched him warily from the door to the classroom, and the next moment he had you splayed out on the desk before him with the skirt of your dress bunched up around your waist and his head between your legs.
Now, itâs important to note that Remus is a humble and modest person. In fact, heâs really quite self-conscious. He didnât come from a notable family and compared to his friends he was basically a pauper, he was scarred and tall and lanky, and due to his lycanthropy, he avoided meaningful relationships; meaning that whilst his friends all enjoyed relationships and situationships, he stayed religiously single.
All that being said, there was something Remus knew to be true that he felt worth bragging about.
He was fucking good in bed.
So his ego was properly stroked when you threw your head back so hard that it made a painful whacking sound against the wood of the desk with just the first stripe of his tongue through your folds.
Like a man starved, he buried his face between your legs and hardly ever came back up for air. He pulled your hips flush to his chest with your legs thrown over his shoulders and his arms hugging your thighs that he used as earmuffs.
Remus could easily call this one of his new favourite places to be, especially with the sinful sounds escaping your mouth.
He used his thumb to tease your clit, thrusting his tongue in your hole a few times before bringing it back out to run through your lips.
âOh, Merlin!â You cried, causing him to chuckle, which caused you to flinch slightly at the feeling of his cold breath against your cunt.
âCome now, L/N; you know thatâs not my name.â
You let out another cry as he wasted no time diving back in, his nose rubbing at your clit as his tongue continued its assault.
Remusâ efforts were rewarded in the form of you cumming on his face and your body falling limp below him.
He allowed you to catch your breath as he fought to catch his own, ignoring his knees crying in protest from having spent the last however long supporting his weight on the hard stone floor.
âOh gods.â You breathed finally, opening your eyes and stealing a shy glance at Remus, still stationed near your core.
He smiled wolfishly at you. âBetter?â
You laughed; a real, hard laugh that had been missing from you all night. âMuch.â You agreed readily, accepting his outstretched hand and sitting up on the edge of the desk and pushing your skirt back down to cover yourself. âThank you, Lupin.â
Remus shrugged nonchalantly as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it with a snap of his fingers, pushing open a window with a flick of his wand. âWhat are friends for?â
You snorted inelegantly; a far cry from the proper Pureblood heiress youâd been raised to be as you pulled your panties back on and took careful, albeit slightly wobbly, steps to join him at the window.
âAre we friends now?â
âWere we not friends before?â He countered, offering you a drag from his smoke that you easily accepted. He was sure his lips, tongue, and now the end of his cigarette still tasted like you.
âI didnât think your kind was supposed to be friends with mine.â You offered, not looking at him as you passed the cigarette back.
âBlood status, really L/N?â
You scoffed derisively. âPlease, Lupin. Give me some credit.â
It seemed to Remus that you looked almost hurt at his insinuation.
âI meant Gryffindorâs and Slytherinâs.â
âPerhaps we can be the first.â
âDo many of your friends see you naked, Lupin?â
Remus grimaced at that. âHonestly? More than Iâd like, yes.â
And there it was again, that uninhibited laugh. Remus felt vindicated in his task for this evening.
âAlright, friends then.â You agreed, reaching out for his cigarette and taking a long drag before returning it to him. âLet me know when you might need my help again, Lupin.â
âLikewise.â
And maybe it was the day that he had Avery pinned against the wall by the collar of his shirt for calling a first year Hufflepuff a Mudblood.
There was blood dripping from Remusâ nose onto the collar of his uniform shirt from an elbow to the face as he spat various threats promises of pain and maiming, when he felt a gentle hand on the small of his back.
Due to the tension radiating through Remusâ body considering how close it was to the moon, his first reaction was to throw an elbow behind him. He thanked every deity possible that you were shorter than him when you ducked expertly to dodge his assault.
âLet him go.â You said simply.
Remus felt his brows furrow as he let out a protesting grumble.
âMcGonagall is coming.â You continued.
Remus looked from you back to Avery who was now smirking at him. If Remus left now, Avery would tell McGonagall what Remus did; if Remus stayed, he could tell McGonagall what Avery had said.
âHe wonât say anything.â You argued - as if you had heard Remusâ internal conundrum - causing Averyâs face to fall and both boys to whip their heads to you.
âAnd why the bloody hell wonât I, L/N?â Avery spat.
Your eyes moved from Remusâ to Averyâs where they took on a horrifyingly cold quality, no doubt the result of your cold and indifferent parents raising you like a proper Pureblood heir.
âBecause I know where you sleep.â You spat lowly.
Remus watched as Avery fought to remain defiant, but as he heard the sound of McGonagallâs footsteps approaching, let out a frustrated groan.
âFine. Sod off.â He barked, pushing Remus away from him roughly and stalking off towards the Slytherin dungeons.
Remus angrily picked up his book bag and began stalking down the corridor in the opposite way.
His blood was boiling, the tension in his shoulders and neck was starting to give him a headache and every step he took aggravated the matter.
He turned hastily around a corner when the strap of his book bag was pulled off his shoulder.
âWhat?â He hissed when he turned to see you with the other end of his strap in your hand.
âThis way.â
âL/N.â
âLupin.â You countered severely, voice intoning no nonsense.
Remus allowed you to drag him by his bookbag like a dog down a seemingly abandoned corridor and into an empty classroom before you locked the doors and threw up a silencing charm.
âWhat are you doing?â He muttered admittedly far more petulantly than you presently deserved from him.
âHelping.â You answered simply as you began undoing your school tie.
âIâm fine.â He spat, plopping himself down roughly into a chair.Â
âRight.â You said sarcastically. âAnd you wouldnât have continued to punch the first arse you saw on your way back to Gryffindor, huh?â You asked as you started pulling off your top and exposing your lacy black bra. âAnd I may not be an expert, but youâre a long way from Gryffindor tower which means your chances of running into an arse were really rather high.â
Remus held his hands up to his face and pinches at his temples, trying to stave off the incoming migraine and the overwhelming urge to tell you to fuck off, which he knew he really didnât want to do.Â
Suddenly you were in nothing but your bra and panties, kneeling before him and fussing with his belt.
âThis really isnât necessary, L/N.â He offered without much fervour.Â
âWhat are friends for?â You asked quietly as you pulled his belt from the loops of his trouser.
âYou donât have to.â
âDo you want me to stop?â You asked pointedly, pausing your movements and looking up at him. You were giving him a choice; an out. Did he want to blow off some steam, or did he want to spend the rest of his day pissed off and tense?
Did he want you to stop?
âNo.â He admitted.
Your eyes softened, though everything else about your face remained impassive as you undid the button and zip to his trousers and began encouraging them down his legs.
He decided to give up on his temper tantrum and assist you in the unenviable task of disrobing him and pulled you up into his lap.
âI donât need anything.â You squeaked as he had you straddle his lap, your hair falling over your shoulders and tickling his own from your place above him.
âIâm not going to get in a fight and be a selfish lover all in the same day, L/N.â He said in faux admonishment. âFriends look after each other, yeah?â
And heâs not sure what swayed you. One moment he had you perched precariously above him as he gently nipped at your neck, and the next moment he was brutally thrusting up into you with no lack of desperation.Â
âFuckinâ hells you feel amazing.â He grunted as you mewled above him, eyebrows furrowed and eyes screwed shut causing Remus to worry momentarily.
âAre you okay?â He asked breathlessly. You moaned in response and dropped your chin onto his shoulder.
âHey, dove, you okay?â He asked again, pulling you from him and slowing his movements.
âDonât you dare fucking stop, Lupin.â You barked before you pulled his face to yours by the ends of his hair for a searing kiss.Â
He grinned somewhat maniacally into the kiss and lifted you from his lap as he stood with his cock still lodged deep within you and perched you on the edge of the desk.
âYouâre a bossy girl, arenât you?â He taunted, pushing roughly into you from this new angle and causing you to cry out. âYou like telling men what to do, dove?â
You gasped as Remus found the magic little spot heâd been searching for and he doubled down in his thrusts with renewed vigour.Â
âThatâs okay.â He continued, brushing a strand of hair away from your face that had gotten stuck in some of your lipgloss. âI like being told what to do.â
âPlease! Please, please please.â You whined, a pretty sheen of sweat dusted your skin and began to pool on the divot of your collarbone.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck me.â
âWorking on it.â
You were apparently coherent enough to laugh at that which was torture for Remus who was currently hanging on by a fucking thread as your giggles caused your cunt to clench torturously around his cock.
âCome on, pretty girl. Come on, cum for me, yeah? Youâre close; I can tell. Cum for me.â He started chanting, moving his hand that was currently holding your knee up near his ribs to rub circles around your clit.
âCum for me, L/N.â
âOh fuck.â You shouted as your orgasm tore through you; Remus felt almost sick from the effort not to follow you over the edge immediately, wanting to help you ride out yours to fruition, but your walls pulsating around him left him very little control over the matter.
âFuck.â Remus growled, and unfortunately that was the only warning you got before slammed into you once more, twice more, and was then spilling inside you causing your cunt to grow impossibly more wet and warm.
You let out a desperate breath and fell forward into Remusâ chest; he was ashamed to admit how much he relished in the intimacy - ignoring the very intimate act that had already taken place.Â
âFuck Lupin, youâre an animal.â You breathed out with a laugh.
Remus let out a surprised bark of laughter as he looked down at you.
âYou have no idea.â
And if it wasnât any of those, perhaps it was a few weeks later, when Remus saw a regal looking owl fly into the Great Hall over the Slytherin table, and with a grand war cry dropped an important looking letter in front of you, causing the rest of your table to fall silent.Â
Remus watched as Regulus Blackâs jaw tightened and Barty Crouch Juniorâs spoon fell back into his porridge as they watched you open it.
Remus watched as all colour seemed to drain from your face and your jaw fell slack, though not open.
The rest of the Hall seemed completely unaware of the turmoil taking place over at the Slytherin table; everyone but Remus and, apparently, Sirius Black.Â
âShit.â Sirius whispered under his breath quietly, alerting neither Peter nor James who were currently in a heated debate about whether pumpkin pasties or sugar quills were the better treat from Honeydukes.
âWhat is it?â Remus asked him quietly. Sirius seemed nearly surprised that Remus had noticed, though schooled his expression quickly.
âMarriage announcement, sheâs been betrothed.â He sneered the word, his nose actually wrinkling in disgust. ââSold offâ is a more appropriate term. Itâs too bad, I quite liked her.â
Remus didnât really like the feeling that settled in his stomach when he considered you being married off, but he didnât have time to think on it too hard before he watched you storm over to Avery, Mulciber, and Snape before grabbing the former by the nape of his neck and slamming his head down into the table.
Remus was up and over to you in an instant with Sirius close behind, beaten only by Barty and Regulus who had the advantage of proximity.
âYou miserable fucking wanker! Youâll fucking rot for this!â You screamed as Regulus fought and nearly lost in his battle of holding you back as Barty began sparring with your newfound enemy.
âIâll fucking kill you for this Avery! You watch your fucking back!â You screeched. Regulus - for what reason, Remus couldnât know - thought now a good moment to put you down, and as you launched yourself once again for what he was sure was Averyâs jugular, Remus threw you over his shoulder and took off out of the Great Hall.
âPut me down!â You shouted.
âNo.âÂ
âFuck off, Lupin.â You cried, grabbing at his jumper and slamming your fists into his lower back as he took the stairs two at a time.Â
âYouâre fine, L/N.â
You squealed and began kicking your legs out, causing him to use both arms to pin them to his torso.
âStop it.â
âPut me down!â
âStop it. Stop fighting me.â
âI hate you.â
âThatâs fine.â He said, though it felt anything but. But he knew, you werenât really mad at him, you perhaps werenât even really mad at Avery.
âI hate you.â You said quietly this time.
âThatâs alright.â
You had given up on your fight by the time Remus got to his destination. He was sure his shoulder in your stomach was causing you issues and the blood had to have been rushing to your head, but you remained placid as he hoisted you back up right and set you down on the floor of the Astronomy tower.Â
Your face was wet and your hair was a mess as you took gasping breaths.Â
This was beyond Remusâ wheelhouse when it came to you; he was good for eating you out, blowing off some steam, quickies, and the odd toke or two, but this? This was beyond his area of expertise.Â
He decided to sit down beside you - both your backs pressed against the cold stone of the castle in a way he was sure felt good against your skin that was sizzling and crackling with fury. He didnât say anything; there was nothing to say, nothing that he could say, and nothing heâd really know to say at a moment like this. Perhaps he should have left you to your friends; to the Purebloods who got it. Though, Regulus seemed willing to let you help Barty kill Avery, so perhaps it was better that you were up here with him instead.Â
That's what heâd tell himself for now.
It could have been minutes or even an hour before you finally took a deep, shuddering breath.
âWhyâd you do that?â
âDo what?â Remus asked quietly.
âStop me.â
âYou stopped me first.â
You let that sit in the air as you looked out into the horizon.Â
âWhat do you need, L/N? What⌠what can I do?â He begged desperately.
Remus was certain the entire school could hear the sound of his heart breaking at the devastated expression that graced your face when you turned to make eye contact with him; your eyes seemed to beg Remus for something but he couldnât decipher what it was that you were asking of him.
âI want toâŚto forget.â You sobbed. âI want to not think, I want to turn it all off for a fucking, godâs damned minute. I want it all to stop.â
âOkay.â He offered readily.
âI want it to stop.â
âOkay.â He repeated, taking your hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze.
âIâm right here.â He encouraged you. âTell me what you need.â
âI need to forget.â
âOkay.â Remus said again, pulling at your hand and encouraging you into his lap. âIâm right here; take what you need.â
And Remus wasnât sure what went through your mind as you searched between his hazel eyes. One moment you were carefully perched above him in his lap; tear tracks staining your cheeks and eyes full of sorrow. And in the next moment, your uniform skirt was hiked up and panties pulled to the side, and Remusâ belt was undone and his trousers were pulled low around his thighs as you bounced up and down on his cock like it was the solution to all of life's problems.
Remus wished it were true, he really did. But if all he could do at this moment was help you turn your brain off and forget the unpleasantness waiting for you back in the castle for just a little bit, then thatâs what he would do.Â
You had your face shoved into his neck and he was quite sure you were biting down on the junction between his shoulder and his neck - in an attempt to quell your moans, your crying, or just out of frustration, Remus didnât know, and quite frankly he didnât care either way. You grinded down onto him and he felt you applying pressure to your clit against his pelvic bone, prompting him to start rubbing it with his thumb.Â
âYou can let go, gorgeous. No oneâs here.â He whispered.
You bit down harder in response and began riding him with an air of desperation.Â
âIâm right here.â
And then he felt it. First, he felt your tears fall onto his shoulder, then he felt your teeth break his skin, and finally he felt your walls clench around him.
You stayed latched onto him; your arms around his waist, your hands clenched into the fabric of his jumper, your teeth on his skin and your cunt on his cock as he thrusted up into you and found his own release with very little effort on account of the aftershocks still shuddering through you.Â
You sat like that for some time afterwards; the gentle breeze causing goosebumps to cover each of you as the sweat began to cool on your skin, and Remus rubbed circles into your bare thighs with his thumbs.
Unfortunately - for reasons Remus wasnât willing to ponder on at present - you pulled away, a string of spit connecting your lips to the place on Remusâ neck he was sure now adorned the shape of your teeth.
âSorry.â You rasped, running a hand over the newest of many wounds now decorating his skin. He didnât want you to be sorry, though, he thought perhaps this might be his favourite one; it wasnât the result of some hideous monster who took out its rage on him, but instead marked a tender moment between him and hisâŚfriend.Â
You pulled your wand to cast a healing charm over it when Remus grabbed your wrist.
âDonât.â
Your reddened and swollen eyes looked at him inquisitively, causing Remus to flush in embarrassment.
âLeave it, Iâve already got so many; whatâs one more?â He tried to joke, though he could tell as you looked back down at the bite mark, it fell flat.Â
âIâm sorry.â You said again, and Remus shook his head.
âDonât be.â
âThank you.â You said quietly, looking into Remusâ eyes imploringly, as if trying to convey your gratitude through your very soul. âFor stopping me.â
This moment suddenly felt too charged for Remus; it was different somehow, something had happened, though he wasnât sure what.
Not then, at least.
âThatâs what friends do.â He said noncommittally. âIt was an I.O.U.â
He managed to force a small smile out of you for that, and he was grateful.Â
So perhaps it was all of those together, in addition to the many blowjobs, many quickies, many quiet, loud, rough, or awkward fucks the two of you had in between.
But maybeâŚ
Maybe it was the way your smile lit up the room when Barty or Pandora said something particularly outlandish or funny; your laughter echoing through the halls like an invitation to experience a secret joy that only you and your friends knew about.
Or maybe it was the way you seemed to be the only one who could weasel a smile, a laugh, or a fond eye roll out of the notoriously cold and apathetic Regulus.
Or maybe it was how a dimple in your left cheek only appeared when you were particularly proud of an achievement you made or a grade you received.Â
Or maybe it was the kind way you sheltered the younger Slytherinâs from the brunt of the Marauderâs pranks without impeding their more good natured ones.
Or maybe it was the way you hexed McLaggen for hitting on Lily Evans, and then again for calling her a filthy Mudblood when she refused his advancements.
Or maybe it was the way that you could always tell when Remus was feeling sad or low and needed help, needed something, needed you.
And fuck.
He needed you.
Remus wasnât exactly sure how this thing started for him.
One moment you were on your hands and knees in his bed and he was fucking into you from behind; his body curled around yours as he rubbed at your clit expertly to push you over that edge for the third time tonight. And the next moment you were spread out and pliant beneath him, head thrown back in ecstasy as he lazily pushed into you.
He didnât often get moments like this; moments to just sit and admire you.Â
This thing he had with you, it was delicate, precarious. It was precious. And he wasnât going to go fucking it up by forcing it to be something it wasnât.
You were friends.
You were friends who helped each other.
You were friends who have seen each other naked; who have tasted each otherâs sweat, skin, flesh, blood, and cum.Â
You were friends who have spent time with each other, on each other, and in each other.
You were friends.
Thatâs what you had agreed to, that was the arrangement, that was all this was supposed to be.
And then Remusâ stupid sodding heart had to go and fucking yearn for you.
It ached to sit beside you in the library without it being a precursor for one of you to be on your knees in the stacks moments later.Â
It ached to ask you about your day for the sole purpose of getting to hear about it and not just as a means to help you take your mind off it by bending you over in an empty classroom.Â
It ached to watch you, uninhibited throughout the day, without it causing grief, or angst, or hungry looks being exchanged.Â
It ached to taste your lips without tasting the leftover sex from previous actions.Â
It ached for you to climb into the shower with him after this, to throw on one of his ratty old band tees, and to stay.
It ached for you to stay.
He wanted you to stay.
But you guys were friends.
And that was enough, it had to be enough. He would make it be enough.Â
So sue him; sue him for taking this extra moment to admire your form below him, when you were only his in this moment. Sue him for memorising the way your hair pooled around your head like a halo even after all the tugging and ruffling that it has been subjected to. Sue him for watching the way your breasts bounced with each gentle thrust of his hips, the way your ribs expanded and contracted with each breath, the way the two of you fit so perfectly together; your body accepting him with grace and ease as he slotted the two of you together over and over and over again.
He ached for you.
And damn him - damn him and his bleeding heart and this beautiful girl beneath him - he reached out to pull a strand of hair that laid plastered to the side of your sweaty face.
He didnât just ache for you.
He yearned for you.
He loved you.
He was in love with you.
And Godric only knows how far gone he was or for how long now. But it didnât matter; none of it mattered. All that mattered was this ethereal being that, for just this moment, was all his.Â
He doesnât know how long your eyes had been returning his gaze. He supposed it didnât matter, because he knew; he knew it was written all over his face.Â
He may as well have been flashing a neon sign on his forehead: âMy name is Remus, and Iâm wildly in love with youâ. And if the sign hadnât been enough, he was sure his actions were.
There was no longer any desperation in his actions; no destination in mind as he slowly pulled out of you and pushed back in again. His hands werenât placed in precise locations to elicit a specific reaction of any sort, but rather roved languidly over your body in meticulous worship.Â
And if that hadnât been enough, he was sure that the way you were staring deep into his eyes, into his soul; you saw. You knew.
The jig was up.
He had been outed.Â
Your eyes widened minutely and began to flit around Remusâ face as your grip on his arms stationed on either side of your body loosened.Â
You knew.
Though it was all for naught at this point, Remus scrunched his eyes closed as if he could save any of his remaining dignity; not that there was much left.
This was it, it was all going to be over.
He lowered himself over your body and pressed his face into your neck, hiding like the coward he was as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.
Gently, tentatively, he felt you press a cautious hand between his shoulder blades and another to the nape of his neck.Â
Somehow, the tenderness in your touch hurt more.Â
He came with a strangled cry, feeling humiliating tears fall from his eyes as he filled you up for what he was certain would be the last time.
He melted into your hold and cried silently into your shoulder, and you let him.
Your hand that was stationed between his shoulder blades never moved, but your hand in his hair kneaded gentle, soothing circles into his scalp.
He wanted you to stop; he wanted you to stop because this was all he really wanted... to be here, with you, like this.
He wanted the rough and the fun and the biting and the hair pulling, sure. But he wanted the gentle, the soft, the affection, and the innocent intimacy, too.Â
That wasnât fair though; it wasnât fair to you. You never asked for it, and you never offered it.
You never asked for it.
You never offered it.
He decided that heâd been hiding in your neck for far longer than he had any right to, and slowly pulled his face away from its sanctuary.Â
He looked up at you through his curls in shame to see you had tear tracks down your cheeks too.
What a fucking mess.
He was a fucking mess; and heâd dragged you down into it.
He slowly pulled out of you and summoned a tissue to clean up the cum leaking from your folds. You hissed at the sensation and he whispered an apology before pulling on a pair of pyjama pants and throwing you a t-shirt that he hoped to fucking God was clean, and sat on the edge of Jamesâ bed; facing you, though his head was bowed in shame.
âIâm sorry.â He offered pathetically, knowing it was not even close to helpful in this situation.
âWhenâŚâ You started, voice both gravely from the sex and tight with emotions as new tears fell. âWhen did this happen?â
He didnât have an answer; he didnât know. He couldn't say.
âWhen,â you tried again. âWhen did this change?â
Your face fell into your hands as you began to cry in earnest.
He wondered what part of this upset you the most; the loss of this friend that you had in him? The pressure to offer him more than you were willing to give? The feeling of guilt over not being able to return his feelings?
You didnât seem to be waiting for an actual answer from him, but were rather voicing the thoughts running through your head as they came to you.
âI should go.â He whispered, even though this was his room, even though you were wearing his shirt.
âDonât.â You demanded harshly, eyes blazing with a fire he never imagined ever being shot at him. âDonât you dare leave me here like this; not after that.â
He nodded quickly, sitting back down on Jamesâ bed as you wiped angrily at your face.
He wished you wouldnât; he wished youâd be more gentle.
He didnât get to wish things like that, though.
âWhen, when did this become love?â You asked in a mixture of shock and bemusement; the thought of an equation you couldnât solve was clearly insulting to you.Â
Remus shook his head in disgrace. âIâm sorry.â He offered weakly.
You scoffed out a sarcastic laugh. âSorry for what, exactly? Making me fall in love with you? Making me fall in love with you and not telling me about it?â
âYou... too?â He rasped, looking at you with a slack jaw.
âFuck.â You seethed, standing up and beginning to pace the dorm room for a few moments as you seemed to think back on the entire duration of this situation.
âWhen!?â You demanded again after a few moments.
âI donât know.â He admitted honestly, placatingly.
âFuck.â You paused in place, bringing your hands to your mouth. Remus hated it, but you paused right in front of the hearth, causing your form to be illuminated by an ethereal glow. He thought you looked beautiful.
âIâm sorry.â He said, for daring to even think such a thing.
But, maybeâŚmaybe if you loved him too, he could think such things?
âFuck.â You said again, still staring unseeingly at the wall of his dorm as you stood in nothing but an oversized shirt in the middle of the room.
âWhat-â Remus started, taking a cautious step towards you as if you were a wild animal poised to run at any given moment. âWhat do you want, Y/N?â
Not one muscle in your body moved save for your eyes as they shot over to him.
âAnything.â He whispered.
Iâll give you anything you want; be anything you want. Say it and Iâm yours. Iâm yours.
Iâm already all yours.
âI need to pee.â You said plainly.
Remusâ chest deflated in relief that you werenât asking him to obliviate this memory from your mind.
âAnd thenâŚâ You took a shuddering breath that made Remus want to fold you up and keep you safe in his breast pocket for the rest of his life. âAnd then I want to talk. About this, okay? Please?â
Remus nodded quickly, readily, so unbelievably willingly.
âDonât leave, please. Please be here when I get back.â You whispered; eyes, voice, and body language far more vulnerable than he ever remembered seeing from you (and ever cared to see from you again).
âAlways.â
And he kept that promise.
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okay but richie slow fucking younger new waitress at carmy's office, after everybody went home. using his daddy voice to talk you through it, putting a hand around your neck and loving how you can't put two words together cause he's fucking you too good. also he calls you sweetheart and doll
you feel badly when your palms sweet over the myriad of papers over carmen's desk, scattering them across the surface into a slipshod array of disorganized chaos. but the feeling quickly wafts away when richie's fingers creep around your jugular, using the hook to draw your head back and onto his shoulder. "oh fuck..." you drawl with a warble, hips bruising against the harsh edge of the desk. "right there, right there.."
richie draws his teeth over your jaw, tongue licking a heavy stripe behind your earlobe. "tha's it, baby," he forces his gaze down for a moment, scruffy hair falling between your shoulder blades so he can watch as the fat of your ass claps against his pelvis.
his cock disappears with each messy thrust back onto it, and your knees are wobbling with the effort. he wraps a bare arm around your belly, pulling you taut against his chest so he can piston faster inside the sticky heat of your cunt. "takin it so well, aren't you?" he croons into the shell of your ear when he finds it again, snaking his looped around down your belly until he can find your clit from its hidden spot between your dewy thighs.
your figure jolts forward with each rough pounding, and you mewl with the kiss of his dick against your cervix, clenching wildly around his shaft. "almost there, richie," you claw at the hand around your throat despite the lack of pressure it applies, gasping for breath you already have. "please."
"please what, sweetheart?" he hisses, balls tightening underneath him when your pussy spasms around his circumference. "tell me what you want, yeah? tell me what you wan' 'n you got it. anything you want, 'n it's yours."
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im going to think about markhyuck not being able to see taeyong off for a VERY long time. wdym they tried their best? wdym they were going to take an earlier flight? wdym it got delayed because of the rain? wdym wdym wdym wdym
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s.w.a.l.k.
40s!bucky barnes x f!reader; [3.4k]
summary: No one at his battalion knows about her, but they all see Sgt. Barnes writing the letters. Everyone wonders what does he have to sayâhow can so many words fit in him when he has so few to spare most of the time, but at the end of the day, all that matters is that when he receives his replies, Barnes looks happy. Glowing.
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đˇď¸: established relationship, letters, angst, longing.
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¤June, 1943.
If there was one thing Bucky learned during his first weeks on duty, it was how to write.
Who would've thought?
Not Steve, that's for sure. As a matter of fact, Steve's first letter replying to Bucky involved the words 'damn Buck, didn't even know you could write' and while that was hilarious â like, really, very funny, Stevie, you're oh, so hilarious, Bucky wrote back â it was nothing compared to the gift he received from you.
The first letter you sent back to him proved to him why it was important that he wrote. It was crucial that Bucky learned how to verbalize all those feelings and thoughts pent up inside his mind because here, stuck between trenches, men, gunpowder, and the smell of death, he learned the truth about how ephemeral and fragile everything was.
Bucky needed you to know that amongst the rocky current of the waters of life, you were a lifeline.
His sweetheart.
+++++++ +++++++
The first time he wrote, it was short, objective, but sweet.
You'd been his girl for five months before he was shipped out, and Bucky had never been head over heels before.
The unfairness of it all didn't go unregistered.
Of course Bucky would find the one person he wanted to spend all of his time with just before everything everywhere went to shit. Of course he'd find the gal who he enjoys talking to for hours, with no end in sightâthe girl who not only can keep up with him but makes him speed up sometimes to catch up. The girl who likes Steve.
(That one had been a big one. Nothing turned Bucky off more than when one of his dates met his best friend and treated him like dirt underneath their shoe, or grimaced, or sighed as if talking to Steve was a chore they had to put up with in order to be on his good side.
Not you.
Bucky introduced you to Steve, went to get a drink, and came back to the two of you laughing like you'd been best friends since childhood. He'd been so fucking happy to see Steve getting along with a girl of his that for a moment, he'd forgot you were his girl.
Between the two of them, you were not just his date. Those last few months, whenever Bucky left the docks to meet you or after he picked up Steve from the mass and the art classes he taught the children, they went to your neighborhood to share a beer and talk to you. All three, together.
Good friends.
Bucky had, many times, joked that you and Steve were an item on your ownâthe nerdy duo, the smarty pants, the firecrackers. If Steve alone was trouble, Bucky was now damned because his dame was trouble too, and she took none of it home. Noâwhen trouble knocked on your door or his, you faced it with your chin held up high and your hands ready to throw fists.
He'd seen it first hand; the day someone called Steve a fairy and you became part woman, part beast.
That's when he knew he was in love.
That was also a couple of weeks before he was shipped off.)
Regardless of how everything was just not right, Bucky tried seeing the good amidst the bad.
You had asked â no, demanded â he wrote to you as soon as he had a pen and paper in hand, and Bucky could only obey.
The first time was tentative. Fragile, and uncertain.
The letter had been small, and filled with apologies, words scratched out at the last minute, not even a full page long. What could he say? He didn't want to fill your days with the gloom and darkness that loomed over the battalion.
Then, your reply arrived, and Bucky's feelings grew roots inside of him.
Like vines that catch on a wall and become something alive; his ribcages were now filled with words of yours, and they grew, green and vast, as quick as weed, and watered by the memories of you alone.
When he opened the first letter and read the words,
to my Bucky,
he knew there was no turning back.
It must've been the first paragraph that did him in.
The way you spoke to him through paper was so similar to the way you spoke in person that for a few moments, just for a few precious minutes, Bucky could swear you were sitting right next to him, talking in his ear.
Call him crazy or not, but in the breeze, Bucky sensed your warmth. Your perfume.
He knew that was impossibleâuncountable miles separated you two, and it was cold in there, colder than he expected.
Nothing but the smell of men, dirty mud and metal hung in the air, butâ
he sensed it.
The words carried you in them:
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You wrote! Thank you, thank you, thank you. Threefold I thank, so that three times the words come back. Good gods, how I missed you, Jay. I miss you in the mornings, and I miss seeing your frame walking out of the docks coming my wayâcall me crazy if you want to, but even the smell of your body when you hugged me just to make me yell in spite because the stickiness would cling to my clothes; I miss all of that, too. Don't you dare hold back anything that crosses your mind, ya hear me? I wanna know it all. I don't give a damn if it's ugly, if it's red, if it's horrible and nothing that you would one day say to a dameâI'm yours, James, and nothing about this world is okay or right anymore, so don't you dare hold back the things you'd want me to know. I'm here to listen to everything you're willing to tell me, the same way I'm about to spill my guts about these days here without you, as if you were here sitting on the edge of my bed and not many miles away, somewhere I don't even know, surrounded by people I'm not sure are being good to you like they should.
He read that paragraph so many fucking times that he remembered the words by heart.
'I don't give a damn if it's ugly, if it's red, if it's horrible.'
How had he found you?
He hugged the paper that day.
With eyes searching sideways to see if anyone was paying close attention to him and his silliness, Bucky sniffed the paper and was gifted with a surpriseâthere was the lingering scent of your perfume there.
That day, he learned the mistake of hugging a letter so close to your heart, where he wished he could keep it: his tears would stain the words, and his longing for you in his arms instead of a piece of paper would make the thing crease, which is the last thing he wanted.
He later found a good metal box, and that's where he decided he would keep your letters.
With a sticker seal from Brooklyn on the lid, Bucky secured the box within his possessions and picked up a pen and paper.
He'd tell you everything. Not because he had much to say or because he was letting the dark thoughts creep around the corners of his mind, but because he wanted to.
If it came out a little woozy, it was alright.
You understood him even when he didn't understand himself.
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I'm a fool for thinking I'd have no words to say to you. Ever since I got your letter, I feel like I should be walking around with a pen and paper with me at all times, 'cause all I wanna do is tell you all the stupid and important things that happen around here.
The words I'll probably use the most and that you'll see in every letter, I should leave out in the open right at first: I miss you. Goddamn it, I do. I didn't know I could miss someone this muchâmaybe Steve, 'cause I'm used to having him by my side, and my family, but other than that, I only hoped. And now I do. I'm gonna say this many more times, but I can't wait for all of this to be over so I can not miss you.
Speaking of my ma and the girlsâhave you found the address I gave you easily? I hope you did. I told Ma in my letter that she should be expecting a visit from someone important to me soon, and that I was devastated that I had to be fucking here instead of there in a moment like this, but I want her to have someone intelligent and important to talk to when I'm here. The girls are young. Kids. These are times too dark for children, and you're exactly the type of gal Ma would hope I brought homeâdoes it count if I'm bringing you home, but from afar? Sending you home. I like the sound of that.
I met a couple of cool guys around here. I'm keeping this paper with me to tell you about their stupid ass jokes, but most of them are too dirty. Don't frown at meâI'm not keeping anything from you, sweetheart, they're just crude and stupid. The shit that man says, y'know? You'd roll your eyes at most of them. I smile to myself every time I think about that.
The Lt. around here told me he likes the way I work. Apparently my aim's good not only in the kitchen flippin' pancakes or throwing darts to impress ya. I'm good with a rifle. I dunno if you wanna know about these gritty details too â tell me to shut the hell up like you always did if not â but since you told me to loosen my tongue, I'm telling you that: I'm a sniper. That means I'm usually in the shadows with my eyes squinting in the direction of the enemy, just looking for a breach. I do my job well. Apparently, they're thinking of upping my rank. I also don't know how to feel about that, but one of the guys here â one of the cool ones, don't worry sweetheart, I'm not hanging around the 'bad influences' (and I write this thinking of you and Steve with your judging ass looks, just so you know) â his name's Morita, and he said that when the battalion is formed and everyone has their Sargeant, we can go back home for a weekend before we're shipped off somewhere else.
A lot of shit is 'classified'.
I know. I can hear you snorting, rolling your eyes. Ya hear that, beautiful? I'll be telling you a lot of 'classified' shit. Tell no one, 'cause I don't know how much they know or not.
Do they have ears and eyes everywhere? Probably. I get the sense they do. Everything you learn, pretend you don't. If Ma asks you something that you know and she doesn't, put on that pretty face of yours that fools Mr. Hirako from the store into giving you any information and tell her "ah, Miss Winnie" (I bet she'll ask you to call her that, she's gonna fuckin' love ya) "I don't know, but we should always pray for the best, right?" She'll buy it, 'cause most people buy anything you say. All they see is that angel face.
I adore that angel face so much. I wish you could fool the entire world into being less idiotic and behave like grown people who can solve their shit with words instead of using something so animalistic like these weapons.
Around here all I think about is our late-night conversations about humanity. I hope you're studying a lot, 'cause one day, you're gonna make this world a little better. 'm not sure where I stand on hopes for the future or not, but if this war ends, there might be some.
Ah! I learned something fun today by overhearing one of the conversations: apparently, when soldiers have someone to write to, they use special little acronyms. Like a secret, y'know? I'll be teaching you the ones I learn, 'kay? You're my special agent, now. You tell me all the info you got on the people over there, I tell you everything I know from the people over here, and together, we keep each other sane.
I'll be finishing this one off with Sealing With A Lot of Kisses. Do you miss my kisses? 'Cause I sure miss yours.
I know not every letter's gonna be light and fun like this one, but I hold your first letter close to my chest every night. It reminds me that you're the one who makes things shine for me. There at home, and here in the darkness, too.
It's dark in here, sweetheart.
I learned to close my eyes and think about the starry sky we loved looking at when we were on our dates at the fair, or walking home late at night. Remember the cinema walks with Stevie and I? That's where I go to when it's too dark, too stinky, too ugly. The things people say around here make the hair on the back of my neck rise, sometimes. Talks of experiments, and the messed up from from over there using humans in all sorts of shit... I'm glad that only men are stupid enough to think that fighting to the death is a solution. I'd hate to see you walking around here more than I hate seeing the sight of blood or still bodies. You don't belong here. I think no one does.
Please, can you do me a favor? Send me another picture of yours? I only have one. I can't risk losing this one and not having another picture of you to stare at. If you leave me with nothing but my fellas' ugly mugs to stare at, I'm gonna have to come back disowned.
I hear a lot of talk around the camp about shipping, so I'll leave you for now. I hope my words find you at peace, and that they bring you some comfort. I carried the papers with me everywhere so they musn't smell nice, but at least it smells like me. I'm sorry if my scent is different now. If it's bad, lemme know. I liked the thing you did with the perfume. My box smells of you. I open it only once a day, to make sure it doesn't go to waste. It's keepin' me sane, and it puts a smile on my face every time I get a whiff of it.
With a lot of adoration in my heart, goodbye for now, sweetheart;
S.W.A.L.K.
yours, J.B.B.
"Congratulations."
It says a lot about how much Bucky pays attention to the folk around here that he recognizes the voice of Morita. He looks up and is met with black hair and slim eyes. "Thanks, Jim."
Morita points at the log that Bucky's sitting on. "Mind if I join ya?"
"Not at all."
"Thanks." Morita sits with a grunt. Everyone around the base is tiredâliving on the edge with the minimum only makes a human being gruff and annoyed, but Morita still has that aura of someone whose head is right on their shoulders. "I was terrified there for a moment."
"Of what?"
"That they'd make me Sargeant."
Bucky chuckles. "With that aim of yours? Nah."
"Not my thing, Sarge. But I already told the Lt. that I wanna be under your watch. My aim might not be the best, but I've seen yours."
"Have ya?"
"Sure did. I'm good with explosives, though. If you need someone to blow some shit up, I'm your guy."
Bucky puts down his rifle, glad about the cleaning job, and shifts his focus to Jim. "I'll definitely remember that."
"Good, good." The silence that stretches for the next moments proves to Bucky what he already knewâMorita's one of the good folk. He rolls a tobacco, lights it up, and offers it to Bucky.
'Those things smell nasty, Buck. Put that shit out.'
'Oh, c'mon, sweetheart. It makes me light and loose.'
'It'll also make your gums black, your teeth yellow, and your breath stinky. D'you want me to kiss you forever?'
'That shouldn't even be a question'.
'Then lose that.'
He loves when things spark a memory of yours. Bucky shakes his head with a smile on. "Nasty things. Thanks, Jim."
Morita smokes a few puffs with his eyes glued on Bucky, who feels watched and analyzed.
"Who told ya to quit?" Morita asks through clouds of smoke.
Unlike most people, his questions don't come lidded with annoying prodding. Morita's older than Buckyâat least five, or maybe ten years on him, and Bucky liked his presence from the get-go because it was always like this; easy conversation without that feeling of someone snooping around in your life with nothing to offer back. "No one told me to quit, specifically..."
"But they told ya it was nasty, hm?"
Bucky chuckles. "It is a nasty habit."
"Can't argue with that."
They sit in silence as the cigarette's tip burns orange every now and then. The sky is the only thing they have to watch, and Bucky relaxes his back against the three.
Eventually, Morita speaks up again. "You think we're going somewhere cold? Hot?"
Something tells Bucky it'll be cold. He shivers at the feeling that sweeps through him like an omen. "I wanna say hot. My body says cold."
"Ah, fuck me." Morita stubs the tip on his boots' sole, and rests his back on the tree too with a big sigh. "If there ain't a single opportunity to drink 'till the cold is forgotten, 'm gonna find a way to blow that mustache motherfucker myself."
That makes Bucky laugh. "I wouldn't say no to that." I wanna go home. "Blow all of 'em up and we'll go home faster."
"Fuck, I wanna go home," the whisper is so soft that Bucky looks to the side, and finds Morita looking at him. "You ever thought we'd have to live through this bullshit?"
"Never."
"Me neither." Morita looks up at the sky. "My partner says humanity's clinging to the wrong shit and that's why we're losing our way."
Bucky heard Steve and his friends for long enough to recognize a cue when he sees one, and answers with, "They sound smart," before sighing deeply. "Mine says it was the break between the idea of 'technology' and separating that from nature that fucked us up."
It's the first time he talks about you with someone, and he feels that the information is stored safely.
"They sound smart, too," says Morita. "D'you think we'll get to go home for a bit?"
That's what they were told, but Bucky's learning not to trust people's words too much. "It's what they told us. I've been told not to trust bosses too much, though."
"Your partner said that?"
"Yup. She claims everyone who's in charge of others lies to some degree."
Morita's laugh is loud, and nasally. Bucky fucking adores it. "As someone with two kids, she sure knows what she's talking about."
"You lie to your kids a lot?"
Morita cackles. "Sargeâwait 'till you and your babe have kids, and then we'll exchange letters. There's either lying or losing our minds. Or losing the kid. So lying it is."
"I'll send you letters when it happens to ask for advice."
"I'll spare some for you."
Bucky likes the sound of that. "Tell me about your kids?"
The request is met with a smile, and Bucky forgets all about the wrongs and the dark sitting there with Morita.
In the back of his mind, all he thinks about is telling you all the good bits of this conversation later on.
He'll share everything with you.
And then, when the time comes, he'll come home.
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ŕŞââ´ â summary: {based on request} -> âDANCING WITH BUCKY IN THE KITCHEN BEFORE HE GETS DEPLOYED. babe Iâm in the trenches rnâ; a/n: honey, me too <3 song choice: âweâll meet againâ â vera lynn; cw: implied death risk for your husband, angst, general theme of wartime suffering; pairing: 40s! bucky x f! reader
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With your head to his chest like this, you could quite clearly feel each strong beat of his heart. Even down through the stiff starch of his army fatigues, you could feel it â coming up to your ear.
His heartbeat was the safest rhythm you knew and yet you couldnât help but wonder when you would next hear it; wondered if, in days or weeks from now, it would be stopped by artillery shells.
You tried, dear god you tried, to shut those thoughts out but they stayed â it was an effort to focus on your joint, soft swaying movements, and allow the dance to overtake despair.
There could only now be the boy in your arms and the tears that you hoped he didnât see, even as they bled out into the darkening green fabric, where they slipped down from your cheeks and onto him.
But of course he saw.
âIâm gonna be coming home just as soon as I can, doll.â He spoke in a whisper, one hand at your waist and the other in yours cradled close to his chest. âIt wonât be long and then weâre gonna have so much time, I promise.â
So much time. Enough to walk through life together, still; to start your own family as youâd both always dreamed, with beautiful children, a daughter or son â
That is, if he lived through this war. If your Bucky ever came home.
Just like that, fresh terror took your words before you spoke them, and you could only hold him tighter, clutch your fingers tighter to the curve of his arm. You didnât know how to voice this, didnât want to put him in this position â such was the nature of a war draft that he didnât have a choice, and you both knew that he wished not to go.
After all, how could he willingly leave his wife, his girl, with gladness?
âI know,â was all you could say â all that you could think to say beyond the music and surrounding quiet.
For the music still played on unknowing, coming softly from the little brown radio on the counter. Your shared home was modest, a small place in the city, and this kitchen where you danced was where you had done so many times.
Done it just simply because you loved him and he loved you, too â just to be in his arms and have you in his on a date night, or any ordinary Tuesday.
And if now your dances were numbered there was no song on earth that could ever mean more.
Indeed, you suspected that it truly was the most poignant song of the time you were in, one that all of your country, your great generation, all couples divided by war did share in.
And yet still, the only person who mattered to your heart in this moment was your husband. Your very best friend.
Bucky felt the change â the shift â in you holding tighter to him, and pulled you in closer, closer still, with the hand from your waist moving to the small of your back. Turning his cheek just so, he pressed his lips to the crown of your hair, and you didnât miss his subtle inhalation of your scent.
Now was perhaps the only time heâd ever have left to memorise you â and though he knew your face more thoroughly than he even did his own, he couldnât help but look and look and look.
And so you did, for him.
For once heâd breathed you in enough to keep his fear at a temporary bay, he raised his head from your hair and you were left cold in that absence of warmth.
So gently, he instead took your chin between his thumb and index finger.
Now that you could look in his eyes, then, you saw that he too was crying right with you; the smooth skin around them was upset and red, his expression so tender it wrenched at your chest.
You couldnât help it, you just couldnât bear to see that pain in the face you so loved, and so you closed your worn eyes against it, against the truth of what you both knew was coming by morning.
God, this war would tear you apart and all you could do was watch.
By now, you both had stopped swaying, though the music played on, faint and warbled from the radio. And as you stood there you kept your hands braced at his shoulders, and he cradled your face in his hands.
No longer did he hold any hand to his chest â even that was now not close enough. He did just all he could think to do then, all he ever even wanted to do.
And gently, oh so gently, Bucky pressed little kisses to each part of your face, one to each of your eyelids, the tip of your nose; one more each to both of your temples.
Everywhere you felt him was a place that warmth then bloomed, up to your forehead, and down to the curve of your jaw â
To the corner of your mouth, and then lips.
And all the while those silent tears still slipped fast from your closed eyes, each touch of his skin against yours going straight to your bones, and settling there.
You could not meet his eyes.
Never in your life had you loved anything so much as you loved him, and holding him now was your only sure tether to life.
He was your husband, your James.
âLook at me, doll. âCmon,â he urged you so softly that you almost didnât hear it. So softly that you almost missed it beneath the closing notes of Vera Lynnâs voice.
You did as he pleaded and opened your eyes to regret and barely checked agony. The look in them, mirroring his, sliced clean through skin and bone to Buckyâs heart, and he said nothing and just waited for your brewing words to come.
When they did, they almost brought him to his knees at your stocking-clad feet.
âI canât learn to live without you, James. I simply will not do it.â That last part, you said with conviction.
Or whatever of it you could muster with that shake in your voice.
Now it was Buckyâs turn to only say a broken, âI knowâ; any resolve heâd mustered for your sake had frayed with the devastated look on your face.
It was 1943, and still the height of World War Two. You both were by now twenty six, but still felt like the kids youâd been.
In the quiet there was just his forehead steady against your own, those hands still cradling your face as though parted around you, for you, in worship.
There was nothing in the room, in the whole damn city but for you two â but for the end of the song and the end of this night â
And his kiss and his kiss and his kiss.
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Aegon is the best big brother to his sweet sister, who is in third trimester of pregnancy; not only does he help her relieve the feeling of her heavy breasts by sucking on her tits greedily like a babe, he sometimes helps the aching feeling between her legs by sticking his cock, tongue or fingers in her cunny
Such a good brother, especially when sheâs not even his wife
Blood of my Blood.
PAIRING: Older!Brother!Aegon ii Targaryen x Little!Sister!Fem!Reader
WORDS: 1,715.
WARNINGS: incest to the max, implied affair [Aegon is the father of the child], age gap [reader is of mature/consensual age], lactation kink, pregnancy kink, slight reference to breeding kink, p in v sexual intercourse, possessive!Aegon, swearing.
A/N - now I NEVER write brother x sister tropes even in the ASOIAF universe just because itâs not really my cup of tea, but this ask sparked something very very feral in me. I might make a neice x uncle version of this or a Daddy Aeg x daughter!reader version.
credit to the owners of the images.
Curse the Gods who afflicted the journey of motherhood, for it could be such a gruelling thing... Heading into the final few moons of your first pregnancy, you had never felt such intense discomfort in your life. Your beloved mother, Queen Alicent, had informed you of such grievances, although with little empathy for her pregnancies had been quite embracing and facile. Your eldest sister, Helaena, having already given birth to a set of twins, now in the early stages of her current pregnancy with your elder brother, Aemond, could somewhat console you, becoming an anchor of support.
It was Aegon, your eldest of the siblings, that you seemed most attached to, for it was Aegon that granted you bliss in your pregnancy, more so than your absent husband, some delinquent lord of the Vale. You had argued your way with your mother, and batted your eyes to your father, begging you to stay in King's Landing, in familiar territory with the finest maesters at hand. More so, it was Aegon who had plotted with you this essential plan.
"Do you truly think that the maesters of the Vale and that imbecile you call husband will keep you safe and satisfied, dear sister? Not in the least... But I can."
Aegon's temptress of a tongue was convincing alone, although it had been his merciful gestures of chivalry that kept you sane and grounded. Easing your aches and pains of expecting, Aegon became your sole beacon of ease, like the formidable arms of a warrior and you, the damsel he heroically carries.
"Do they ache again, sweet sister?"
The softness in his husky, drowsy voice breaking the silence of the chamber, woke you whole from your half-hearted daze. You had both succumbed to slumber [often Aegon insisted that you remain closely by his side, even in bed] what felt like hours long ago, and yet through the ginger firelight, by the open window, night remained swallowing the sky.
"Mhmm-" You uneasily stir: weakly trying to muster enough strength to sit yourself upright: however, with the sheer, bulging mass of your grown belly you visibly struggled until Aegon's efforts of pulling you effortlessly upright ended your dilemma.
"Want me to help, princess?"
His calloused, thick hands began to rub small, soothing circles against your lower back, knowing the babe inside exerted much pressure on your lower spine: its weight growing more rigid with each passing month.
"You've helped me enough, Aegon. I mustn't ask more from you... If this state is any indication of me being a mother, consider me a terrible one," You defeatedly utter, one hand stretched from behind supporting your upright position, whilst the other softly caressed at the protruding temple of your clothed belly.
"Don't speak like that, Y/N, dearest. This is your first babe, you must understand your body is adjusting. Hel suffered a great deal with the twins also, and now, look at her... You are going to be a beautiful mother, indeed. I have no doubt...C'me here."
Lightly tapping at your exposed thigh, your night gown had been pulled up just below your way with all the commotion and movement. Obeying, Aegon summoned you onto his lap, shirtless he had entered the bed, however before you could even gather motion to straddle yourself atop: he'd managed to tear away his undergarments, leaving his exposed girth, reddened at the tip with excitement. Modestly covering himself with the sheer, ivory linen.
"Right now?" Your snappy tone vicious, however Aegon remained unfazed.
"Well, little sister, if I'm being quite frank it seems you've been dreaming quite vividly... Do you not hear the moans and pleas that escape your lips in sleep, crying out for me, begging... Want your elder to sate you, is it? Was that babe growing inside of you not enough, you wish me to spoil you some more, hmm?"
"A-Aeg- We shouldn't..." You meekly whimper, a surge of heat coursing through your face, certain your cheeks had grown scarlet with shame.
"All you had to do was ask."
His dark voice a low growl, like some concealed predator eager to ambush. Aegon's motions remained in contrast, tender and cautious, easing your delicate and sensitive frame over his wide, gelatinous thighs. A scorching sensational painfully heightened sent lightning bolts in waves throughout the entirety of your body, shuddering with excitement as your aching cunt eased itself over his pulsating cock. It had been a while since you had been intimate with Aegon like this, prior to the pregnancy in fact: the changes your body had undergone since were bracing and raw.
Feeling the tensity beneath and the heat as you began to bob ever so slowly and sensually over Aegon's tense, fat cock: feeling its hard tip hitting at your cervix [you had hoped rather than the babe]. Your tight walls overstretched, desperate to adjust to his girthy width, you swore to yourself it had never felt this stimulating ever before: every primal sense in your body, every fibre of your being resisting the urge to collapse into a faint against Aegon's soft chest, gripping onto the bare, pale skin of his broad shoulders for dear life.
"That's it, rĹŤs [baby], doing so-so well. It hurts I know, but Daddy's gonna make you feel so much better. Keep going, princess."
Head rolling back in admiration, you felt the intensity from between your inner thighs beginning to lessen, a wetness pooling between, coating the friction to ease the motions. Your hands release their strong hold over him, as your eyes began to wonder over his body, you had immediately noticed the raw, reddened marks lashed across his ivory skin. To avoid any more damage, you guide your relaxed hands up towards Aegon's short strands.
Tugging and playfully pulling at the loose, platinum locks, whilst Aegon's face remained buried, eagerly lapping at your petal-like skin on the base of your neck. One strong arm snaked around your back, gripping you firmly by the neck providing some lumbar support, whilst the other strategically untied the knots of lace at the front of your night gown, exposing your voluptuously full tits. Hardened nipples raw and perky, even as Aegon teasingly flicked at your tit with this thumb, a grimace forming across his handsome face you felt against your skin: kneading the swollen, plump flesh with his palm, you instinctively squirmed and moaned with such debility.
"Seven Hells, you are so fucking full, dÄrilaros [princess]. This babe is going to be so spoiled. Such a good Mumma, already eager with milk for the bub... Could feed the an entire realm, Mumma."
"J-Just you A-Aeg. Only you get to taste this sweet m-milk before the babe. T-Tell me how good I taste," Stuttering whimpers mottled between mouthful of moans echoed between the dense walls of Aegon's royal chambers. His fat cock still buried and plunging itself deeply inside of you, penetrating against your already tainted and filled womb, Aegon's hand cupped at your breast from beneath. Lifting your tit upwards, latching his mouth tightly against its curvature peak.
"Mhmm- Keep going big boy... M-Making me feel s-so good, A-Aeg. H-Have your full."
The imminent relief your occupied tit began to succumb to, felt like a blissful dream. You felt your breath could finally release, not hitched against your throat from the sheer agony of feeling it was about to burst. The milk you intently sensed, lusciously pouring into Aegon's ravenous mouth, his plump, moist lips suckling at your skin, totally encompassing the nipple in its entirety. His teeth lightly gnawed at your flesh, however, it was a pleasant sensation nonetheless.
"So w-warm and fresh- Gonna f-fill me up so fucking much. P-Poor princess... The weight of these, the copious a-amount- I-I'm greedy for you. Sh-Should've fucked you earlier in your womanhood... Drenching your w-womb of my seed, till we fill the keep i-if need be. M-Mother would rather enjoy it."
Aegon, famished like a destitute of the realm, bathed his taste-buds of your milk from one breast and onto the other: regaining his breath between each as he felt inclined to credit your production. Descending his face down once more, he spared no further second wasting away, as he continued to fervently feed, like a man starved of pure water.
"Th-The el-eldest you may b-be, such a b-big baby y-you are. S-So needy for me, huh? A-Always needing t-to take me, m-make me yours. Every bit of me... Is devout t-to you, A-Aegon."
As if your breathless, sensual words had struck a chord in him, a man gone mad with a fever. His hold on you had tightened, his mouth suckled deeper, tugging at the flesh of your bosom, whilst his cock felt it had grown a size more inside of you. The wet mess coating between your inner thighs now glazed all over Aegon's plump lap, expressed no denial of his power over you, the purpose he gave to you. In theory and practice, you felt your body collapsing into a bliss, a shudder of ecstasy waved through your feeble body as you screamed for Aegon, a gush of your wetness coating all over his stiff cock buried inside. Only to be met with Aegon's mutual appreciation of your vulnerability and submission towards him.
"That's it, baby. Such a beautiful woman... Gevives [beauty]. You honour me with this holy act. You privilege me to your womb, your body and your life... Skorkydoso kostagon nyke mirre deny ao mirros? [How can I ever deny you anything?]."
Easing yourself off of Aegon, your limp, frail body tiresome and relieved of such exploits endured. Aegon knew better than to leave you to your own strength, as absent as it was: carrying you over towards your empty side of the bed, still laying you closely against his natural warmth.
"Continue to serve me, brother. And I shall pay it back 100 times over... And besides, if it had not been for your mischief many moons ago, I would not be in such a state. Although, I wouldn't have it any other way, Aegon... I love you."
"Avy jorrÄelan [I love you], my dearest, sweet little sister. Continue as you are and I might have to fuck another babe in you once more to teach you a lesson or two."
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"Lose For Me" - Aemond Targaryen x Hightower!Reader
a/n: felt inspiration after seeing the new posters and wrote this silly little piece based on "a knight's tale". credit to @cyeco13 for the aemond photo and @bucknastysbabe for the tourney favor đŠˇ
Summary: You ask Aemond to set aside his pride and do something drastic to prove his love to you.
TW: canon typical incest, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, tooth rotting fluff
Word Count: 1,750 words
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Ever since you were a girl, it was said that you had Prince Aemond wrapped around your pretty little finger. The two of you were inseparable growing up. You were sent to the Red Keep at a young age, the youngest and only daughter of Aemondâs uncle, Ser Gwaine. You were to serve as a companion for him, his nephews and brothers not being of the same temperament. You may not have had the blood of the dragon in you, but it was often said you had the spirit of one. Quick-witted, able to charm others with a mere smile and bat of your long lashes. It was no wonder Aemond was bewitched by you the moment he met you.
Many believed that the announcement of a betrothal between the two of you was imminent. However, it never came. Whenever your grandsire, Ser Otto, broached the topic with you, you evaded the subject. You danced around the topic, claiming that you were too young to think of such things. And, ever the apple of his eye, your grandsire agreed with you. Aemond, on the other hand, kept pushing for a betrothal to be made, for you to be promised to him. But, his mother convinces him that when the time is right, it will happen.
When the tourney in honor of Aegonâs one and twentieth nameday arrives, you pull Aemond to the side after supper one night, giving him that cheeky smile that heâs fallen so in love with over the years. He follows after you, his hand in yours as you pull him along to one of the Red Keepâs abandoned corridors. You beam up at him, the look in your eyes nothing short of mischievous, something heâs grown quite used to in all the years heâs known you.
âAre you participating in the tourney?â You ask, gazing up at him through your lashes, that damned smile of yours making his heart beat out of his chest.
Aemond nods, clearing his throat, âYes. I was one of the first to declare my intention to do so. I will be the champion for House Targaryen.â
âI thought you�� How did you so eloquently put it? Didnât give âa shit about tourneysâ?â You tease.
His cheeks flush slightly, your gentle ribbing bringing a pleasant warmth to his chest as he meets your gaze, his lips twisted into a half-smile, âPerhaps things have changed. You know that I do not believe in favors. Itâs all superstitious nonsense. But this once, I shall allow myself to indulge in such a thing,â Aemond pauses before continuing, âIf you will grant it to me, of course.â
âWe will see,â you hum, âI had planned to give it to Lord Stark.â
Aemond lets out an annoyed huff. Cregan Stark. The nerve of you to tease him like this. And how foolish is he, to allow you to play him like a fiddle?
âWould you not be more willing to give it to me?â He asks, his voice a silken whisper, pleading with you, time standing still around the two of you as he takes your hands in his.
âPerhaps if you were to prove my affection for me, Iâd give you my favor.â
âAnd how might I do that?â Aemond questions eagerly, his eye focused intently on you, a charming smile on his handsome face.
âLord Stark promised to win the tournament in my honor. As did your nephew, Prince Jacaerys.â Aemond scoffs at this revelation. How many people must he compete with for your heart? Your next words, however, shock him, âI want you to lose in my honor. To set aside your pride and show me how much I mean to you. I will grant you my favor if you promise to do this, and perhaps something else should you keep your word.â
Aemondâs jaw drops. You canât be serious. Aemond is undefeated in his training. And you want him to⌠Lose? His eye narrows slightly.
âHow many bouts am I expected to throw?â
âAll of them,â you smirk, âThe melee. The joust. All of it.â
His jaw clenches in annoyance, teeth gritted as he questions, âAnd what, pray tell, is this âsomething elseâ you are promising? How am I to be rewarded for such a bold move?â
âA kiss,â comes your simple reply.
He arches a brow, considering your words. A kiss. He shifts his footing, and for a moment, it seems as though he is going to refuse. But he simply asks another question.
âWhat kind of kiss, might I ask?â
âOne from me,â you giggle, âOn the lips. One kiss.â
Aemond grins, âAnd there is no chance you will renege on this offer? That you will make me lose for nothing?â
âI swear on my honor,â you vow, âYou will have your kiss if you lose this tourney for me.â
âIs it a chaste kiss?â He questions, leaning in closer, âOr something more⌠Passionate?â
You slap his chest, chiding him playfully, âI am a lady, my dearest prince. Such matters are inappropriate to discuss.â
Aemond chuckles softly, shaking his head at your display of coyness. He moves his palm to caress your cheek, smiling to himself at the way you lean into his touch, your hand resting over his. He has never been one to show his affection so freely, only with you is he so open and loving. You press a chaste kiss to his palm, one that his mind reeling.
âI will see you in the morning,â you tell him, taking a step backward, âI will be in the royal box beside our grandsire. Look for me?â
âI would never miss you,â Aemond promises, holding onto your hand until the last possible moment, his voice dropping to a whisper, âAnd just think. I will embarrass myself before the entire Seven Kingdoms just to see that beautiful smile. I would do anything for you.â
You nod at him, murmuring softly, âGoodnight, sweet Aemond.â
He smiles, âGoodnight, my lady. Sleep well.â
Aemond rides up to you at the tournament, smirking at Cregan and Jacaerys as you lay your favor upon his lance. You give him a cheeky little wink before speaking.
âI wish you good fortune in the tournament, Your Grace,â you flirt, biting your lip as you lean forward, pressing your lips to Aemondâs cheek.
His entire face warms at the feel of your lips on his skin and he nods, his heart thumping wildly in his chest, blurting out, âWith your kiss and your favor, I require no luck at all, my sweet lady.â
Falling on his arse is something Aemond grows quite accustomed to during the tourney. Heâs knocked from his horse several times, all in the pursuit of a kiss from you. He lays there, staring up at the sky for a moment as the crowd cheers for Prince Jacaerys. Aemond could have beaten him with ease, but instead? Heâs here.
He rides past the royal box, seeing the way you rush forward, concern in your eyes as you wince at the sight of the gash on his cheek, âAemond, are you alright?â
âI am fine,â he mutters, âIt is merely my pride that is wounded.â
Meanwhile, your grandsire looks between the two of you in confusion, watching as Aemond is knocked from his horse time and time again while you sigh dreamily, a hand resting on your chest as you proclaim, âHe does love me!â
He continues losing, steel clanking against his helm, being thrown from his horse. But for your sake? Aemond keeps going. By midday, he has a black eye, his entire body is bruised, and he feels as if heâs been thrown from Vhagarâs saddle. His body aches, but all he can think of is you. Of winning that kiss. Heâs surprised when your handmaiden comes to him with a message. She curtsies before relaying it.
âMy lady bids you to win every bout from now on, Your Grace, and win the tourney in her honor.â
Aemondâs jaw drops and he thinks, if he were a lesser man, heâd walk right back over to you and give you a piece of his mind. You want him to win now? Are you mad? But, he nods, face set with determination as he mounts his horse once again, rolling his shoulders, preparing for the next bout. He glances at the favor on his lance, a smile playing on his lips as he rides back out.
And when the tourney is over and he has won, beating all the others with a miraculous improvement in skill? He rides straight to you, naming you his Queen of Love and Beauty, placing the crown of flowers upon your head. You greet him with a coy smile.
âI believe I promised you something, my prince.â
He removes his helmet, grinning at you, his face flushed and hair matted to his forehead, âI believe you did. I am entitled to a kiss, my lady.â
You brush your lips against his cheek, moving to whisper in his ear softly, âMeet me in the gardens. During the feast. You shall have your kiss.â
Aemond nods, taking your hand in his, brushing his lips against it gently, âI will wait with bated breath.â
Your betrothal is announced at the feast, you having finally given your grandsire permission. But, despite having been on the dance floor a few moments earlier, you and Aemond are now nowhere to be found.
The two of you stand in the garden, in the summerhouse as rain begins to pour, your lips pressed to Aemondâs, his hands on your waist. Itâs a tender, sweet first kiss, your lips dancing against each other gently in unison. However, as the rain continues to fall, the temperature between you continues to rise, Aemond pulling you closer, pressing your body flush up against his, his tongue pushing between your lips, massaging it against your own. Your hands thread in his hair as he lifts you up onto the railing, your lips never once leaving his.
âHow many children will we have?â You murmur into the kiss, making him smile.
âSix,â Aemond replies confidently, moving to kiss your jaw, then your neck, making you giggle.
âSix? No, Aemond, a dozen at least!â You jest playfully, wrapping your arms around him.
âWell, now. A dozen?â He arches a brow before smirking, his hand wandering to your waist, giving you a gentle squeeze as he whispers, âI suppose we had better get started then, my love.â
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She's Out To Please, She Pouts Her Best (Soldier Boy x Reader)
Summary: Soldier Boyâs been pulled from the European Theater to sell war bonds to the American people, the goodwill tour dotted by big cities and small towns alike. In the meantime, he gets familiar with the variety of women in dazzling costumes that accompany his speeches with carefully choreographed dances. Youâre, without a doubt, his favorite of them all.
Note: Female (blink and youâll miss it implied plus size) reader, but no other descriptors are used. This fic is so short because itâs pretty much PWP. Do not interact if youâre under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.
Word count: 2k
Warnings: Dressing room sex, mirrors, breeding kink, daddy kink, power imbalance, overstimulation, implied baby trapping. Do not interact if youâre under 18.
Chattering from the packed high school auditorium somehow seeped through the walls. The rural town that was the latest stop in Soldier Boyâs war bond drive had shown up en masse out of patriotism or sheer curiosity. Usually both. Electricity was always in the air before the show in small towns. Some of them didnât even have movie theaters.Â
You and the other dancers on the tour had set up camp in one of the bigger classrooms, using it to get ready in since it was near one of the bathrooms. Dresses, sequins, and makeup scattered about the room, making the place of learning look like a department store had exploded inside. Youâd been helping another girl with the curlers in her hair until a masculine voice called out your name from the doorway.
âSoldier Boy wants to see you in his dressing room.â
You nodded, giving an apologetic look to your colleague, who waved you off. It wasnât unusual for Soldier Boy to call on one of you to help him âwarm upâ before the shows. Lately, however, heâd almost exclusively been asking for you, to the detriment of your jaw.Â
Grabbing a nearby tube of red lipstick, you hastily applied it in the illuminated mirror in front of you. The lipstick residue soon adorned a tissue that you discarded, and you used your fingertips to gently massage the muscles in your face in preparation for taking him again. You hoped youâd at least get to come this time.
A flyer had gotten you to this point, stark white with patriotic motifs, pinned to a board in the nightclub you had been working in prior to getting the gig. Uncle Sam declared, âLadies, you can serve your country too!â You figured why not, there was a war on, and if you could do something to help, you might as well.Â
Your qualifications led you to your local USO office, where you were handed a star-spangled outfit and joined a gaggle of other girls to be the supporting act on Soldier Boyâs war bonds tour across the country. At times, you felt silly, kicking and shimmying to audiences who were clearly only putting up with the opener just to catch a glimpse at the worldâs first superhero. A man larger than life in every sense of the word, as you and your fellow dancers on the tour would learn.
Wandering the hallway, you checked each door for an indication of which commandeered classroom was his. Not one for subtlety, his dressing rooms always had âSOLDIER BOYâ printed in large letters, declaring his presence. You found the sign toward the end of the hall, giving a smile to the usual group of people who congregated around him, assistants and handlers to keep him on schedule.
You knocked on the door, announcing your arrival.Â
âYou wanted to see me, sir?â you asked when he opened the door.Â
He smiled, putting his hand on your lower back as he ushered you inside. âSure did, sweetheart.â
His dressing room always betrayed his vicesâalcohol, drugs, porno mags. It didnât faze you anymore, not like the first time he asked for you, a stuttering mess in his presence. Back then, you had to take a shot with him to settle your nerves enough to blow him without feeling too self-conscious. Now, it was routine. You moved to get on your knees, but he stopped you, to your confusion.Â
Instead, he disarmed you with a passionate kiss that nearly knocked you over. You steadied yourself on his strong arms that had made their home near your hips. He squeezed them, pulling you closer so your body was flush against his as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.Â
You let him take the lead, he always didâstrong, masculine, hard-working. Wasnât America lucky its hero was easy on the eyes too? Except he had a temper, a mean streak that could go for miles. Not that youâd ever been on the receiving end of it. No, for all his faults, you seemed to get the best of Soldier Boy.
âIâve been thinking about you,â he whispered against your lips.
âYou have?â
âDonât sound so surprised. Youâreââ he paused, searching for the word he wanted to use, âspecial to me.â
You werenât sure why he was laying it on so thick. It wasnât your first rodeo with him. âSpecial?â
ââCourse you are. You wouldn't be here if you werenât,â he said. âI wanna try something different today, alright, doll?â
âAlright,â you agreed softly.
He smiled. âThatâs my girl.â
Your body came alive at his praise, and you pressed your lips to his for another kiss. He guided your body backward until you bumped into the vanity. Parting his lips from yours, he turned you around, bending you over it so you were face to face with yourself in the mirror.Â
You looked at him from the reflection, brows furrowed as you wondered what he was doing.Â
He leaned down, voice husky in your ear as he growled, âI want you to see how pretty you look when you come.â
Your eyes widened, and you grabbed either side of the vanity in preparation, to his amusement. He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck as he pushed up your shimmery skirt, exposing your red, satin panties, specially made to be on display. Soon, your panties were around your heeled feet, one of his hands reaching to play with your clit while the other squeezed one of your breasts through your top.
âWe look good together, donât you think, sweetheart?â he asked, intense gaze studying your reactions.
âY-Yes,â you moaned, trying to keep your eyes open.Â
He always wanted you to look at him. From your knees when you were sucking him off, when heâd be standing on the side of the stage during your act, in his hotel rooms when he couldnât find local girls to fuck around with. This instance was different, though, able to really see him, and yourself. You didnât find your glassy gaze or parted lips particularly flattering, but he couldnât seem to get enough.
His fingers had already brought you close to climax, and you whined when he pulled them away from you for a moment to free his hard cock from his pants. You shuddered, feeling it on your skin before he guided it in your pussy. Your hands curled around the vanity you were bracing yourself on. You werenât sure if youâd get used to how his cock seemed to split you apart every time.
One of his arms wrapped just below your chest to hold you up, as you struggled to support yourself when he started pounding into you. Your pussy was already wet and pliant for him, and you'd be embarrassed by the obscene squelching sounds if you weren't so focused on getting off when he had brought you so close to the edge already.
You were your own voyeur, your brain feeling like it was going to melt, watching yourself getting fucked by him. His superhuman strength always caught you off guard, from the first time he shocked you by lifting you above his head on stage for a roaring crowd to the way he could make your body feelâand lookâlike you were little more than a ragdoll.Â
âGonna put a baby in you,â he grunted as he thrust into you, items falling from the vanity and onto the floor at the force he used to fuck you. âWant you up on that stage with my cum leaking out every time you kick up those legsâfuckâyouâre mine.â
Your pussy clenched around him at the vulgar image he conjured up. âYours daddy.â
His voice was strained, words slurring together. He was close. ââS right, baby. Keep fuckinâ you âtill you make me one. You like takinâ daddyâs dick, donât you?â
You had to force the short affirmation out of your mouth, pleasureâs chokehold creeping up on you. That wasnât enough for him or his ego.
âI wanna hear you say it.â
âI love takingâoh fuckâtaking your dick, daddy.â
He came, hard and sloppy as your pussy milked his cock. You cried out, feeling so full it almost started to hurt. Something in you finally snapped, releasing the pain and pressure as you rode out your orgasm on his softening cock. Your arms gave out from under you so that it was just his strength holding you up. You werenât sure how youâd be able to go back to having sex with men who werenât well-endowed superheroes. Go back to faking it, you supposed.
Your throat was sore. You hadnât paid attention to how loud you were being. Everyone outside the room mustâve known what was happening if they didnât have an idea when you first showed up looking for him.Â
Soldier Boy pulled himself out of you, and you could hear fabric rustling and the sound of his zipper again. You didnât bother trying to stand up, still needing time to catch your breath.Â
He used his fingers to swipe up some of his cum that had begun dripping out of you, causing you to gasp at the slight sensation of them brushing against your pussy. You whimpered when he pushed his index and middle fingers inside you, already aching from the orgasm heâd just pulled from you.Â
âIâI canâtââ
âI canât get pregnant and ruin my career,â you wanted to say, but all that came from your lips was a desperate, animalistic moan.
âI got you, baby,â Soldier Boy whispered, voice low and husky in your ear. âGive me one more so it sticks.â
You choked on air as his thumb brushed your clit, rubbing circles in the sensitive bundle of nerves. His fingers pushed deeper, and your hips bucked at the overstimulation, your spent pussy reactively pulsing around his cum-slicked fingers that curled inside you.
The woman staring back at you in the mirror was a mess with her mascara stained cheeks and smeared lipstick. You were utterly unrecognizable as you came again, harder on his fingers this time, crying out as you gripped the edge of the vanity, threatening to break one of your manicured nails.Â
âGood girl,â he praised, pressing kisses to your cheek, as you came down from your second orgasm, pulling his hand from between your legs. âYou alright?â
âI think so,â you breathed. âJesus Christ.â
Your legs felt like jelly beneath you, and you wondered how the hell you were going to be able to dance in less than half an hour. Youâd have to reapply all of your makeup too.
He turned you around, looking at you with a brief fondness before kissing your lips, soft and quick.Â
âI need to fix my face,â you breathed.
He smiled. âWhy? You look great.âÂ
You laughed softly as he gave you space. You pulled up your panties from around your ankles, knowing his cum would stain them by the time you made it back to the dancersâ makeshift dressing room. Taking some of the tissues from the box on top of the vanity, you began wiping your ruined makeup from your face. He stared at you in silence from the spot heâd taken on the loveseat thatâd been brought in for him.
âI think Iâd be a good father. Better than my old man,â he said finally.
You paused, looking at him from the mirror, giving him a sardonic smile. âI donât see you as the settling down type.â
âMaybe I just need a woman worth coming home to.â
âMaybe,â you echoed.
âCâmere.â
You obliged, joining him on the loveseat. He wrapped an arm around you, holding you close. You let yourself bask in the intimacy.
âThings arenât always gonna be like this,â he said. âOnce the warâs over, whatâre you gonna do? Go back to dancing in nightclubs?â
âWhy not?â
His jaw clenched, cheek twitching as he pulled his gaze from you. âI donât want you doing this for anyone but me.â
This could have been any number of things, dancing, fucking, being at his beck and call. Knowing him, he meant all of it.
âBen,â you said, grabbing his attention, âthen you have to tell me what you do want.â
âI want you. I want the white picket fence, kids running around the yard with the dog,â he said, the intensity in his voice wrapping tendrils around your mind, pulling you into the world he was describing. âI want dinner to burn âcause I was busy putting another baby in you when I got home.â
âOh,â you whispered.
A voice through the door startled you. âSoldier Boy, the mayorâs here to see you!âÂ
âThink about it,â Soldier Boy said, getting up from the loveseat to grab his helmet and shield.Â
The door shut behind him, leaving you to agonize over the future he presented to you. Part of you wondered if youâd really have a choice.
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"Unholy Matrimony" - Maegor Targaryen x Niece!Reader
a/n: first time writing for big tiddy daddy, dedicated to my loves @fairysluna and @targaryen-dynasty the maegor queens hehe. and shout out to @rafeism for helping me come up with the title bc my brain is not working today đ¤đŠˇ
Summary: Your mother gives you a task to carry out on your wedding night. One that you are unsure you can complete.
TW: canon typical incest, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, dubcon, maegor is a tw in and of himself, size kink, breeding kink, overstim, creampie, choking, fingering, tummy bulge, rough sex, slight degradation, loss of virginity, threats of violence
Word Count: 3,325 words
Rating: 18+, MDNI
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fire and Blood/A Song of Ice and Fire characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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Perhaps it was wrong to gloat at her victory over Rhaenys after her sister perished, but Visenya cared not. Rhaenysâ son was a sickly little creature, who was once again reduced to crawling and wailing like a babe upon hearing of his motherâs death. Maegor had no such troubles. He was a strong, healthy boy, nearly twice as big as Aenys was when he was born. And just over ten years later, she had secured yet another victory over her sister.Â
You. Aenys and Alyssaâs first child, Aegonâs first grandchild. A cherubic little creature with plump cheeks, bright eyes, and a cheerful smile, often accompanied by your melodic laughter, one who charmed everyone she met.Â
At first, Visenya thought your birth represented a problem. After all, where would Maegor fall in the line of succession now? However, a solution soon presented itself. Though Aegon seemed in favor of the idea, Aenys and Alyssa refused to betroth their infant child to a boy who was quickly coming to be infamous in his own right. Furthermore, while the Faith had allowed for Aegon and his sisters to be wed, it was an exception and not the rule. The High Septon reprimanded the queen for even suggesting such a thing and sooner than late, Maegorâs betrothal to Lady Ceryse Hightower was secured. He was married to her a mere two years later, and you? You were nothing but a distant memory. A babe he and his mother had come to see when she was born.
It was not until his fatherâs death that he saw you again, when his brother was crowned king. You were a young woman of eight and ten now, with that same bright smile you had as a young girl. Maegor was not a man to be taken in easily by a woman, but he could not help comparing you to his lady wife, resenting the poor Hightower woman more and more every time he saw her. She had not yet given him an heir, something that had made his position vulnerable. After all, Aenys had several children while he had no progeny to speak of. Seeing this change in Maegor, Visenya conspired with some of Aenysâ advisors to have Maegorâs marriage to Lady Ceryse annulled. Though the High Septon was angry at this, there was precious little he could do, since as far as the world was concerned, his young niece was barren.
Chosen to serve as your fatherâs Hand, Maegor remained in Kingâs Landing, learning more about you with every passing day. Everywhere you went, you could feel his eyes on you, piercing, staring right through you. And his mother encouraged this. Visenya could sense trouble brewing should her and Rhaenysâ factions not be joined, her sister still haunting her from beyond the grave. So, despite the initial refusal, she began whispering in her nephewâs ear, planting the seeds of doubt about wedding you to your younger brother, Aegon. After all, an uncle and a niece would be far less blasphemous in the eyes of the Faith, would it not? Maegorâs kinship to you was far more removed than that of your little brother.
And so, her plan starts to come together. Subtly, your father pushes you to spend more time with Maegor, having implicit trust in him as his brother and hand. Your mother, however, remains resistant to the idea, thinking a match with your brother to be far more suitable. In the end, however, the king reminds her that it will be your decision whom you wed. And so, he allows you to continue meeting suitors, allowing you to entertain their fancies and amuse yourself.
Maegor, however? He has no intention of allowing this mummerâs farce to continue. He corners you after one such meeting, his hulking frame dwarfing yours as he glared down at you. Not one to cow down to intimidation, you merely raise your chin in defiance and meet his gaze.
âYes, kepus?â (uncle)
His stare would be enough to chill the heart of even the bravest of men, but you steel yourself. It is not menâs blood that runs through you, but the blood of Old Valyria. The blood of the dragon. And dragons do not fear other dragons.
His voice is low, a threatening rumble as he speaks, âYouâre to stop this foolishness and tell your father that you acquiesce to our betrothal.â
If you were anyone else, the way you blatantly laugh in his face would be enough to lop your head off, send it rolling to the ground, but he reigns in his temper as you respond, âWhatever would I do that for? I am quite enjoying having so many vying for my attention.â
He grits his teeth, his jaw clenching with annoyance, âYou are mine, lÄkianna. I want you to be perfectly clear on that. No man is to touch you save for me. By law, my right as a son of Aegon, I may lay claim to you, little one.â (niece)
You scoff slightly, âI am not some object for you to claim, kepus.â
Maegor grabs your wrist as you move to leave, tugging you back against his chest, holding it tightly, smirking to himself as you try to pull away, âNo. You are no object. This much is true. But you are indeed mine. And it is high time you started acting as such.â
His stare is heated as he glares down at you, but you continue to stand your ground. He wonders if this is foolishness or bravery on your part. Perhaps a bit of both. He chuckles almost mockingly when your father calls out for you from the courtyard, pulling you even closer, whispering in your ear.
âRun now, little one. It would be unfortunate if we were to be caught in such a compromising position. One might think your virtue had been sullied with the way youâre looking at me.â
You scowl, rubbing your wrist and shooting him a dirty look before going on your way. You hate to admit it, but there is something about your uncle that intrigues you. It has ever since he returned to Kingâs Landing. His hungry, greedy gaze on your body makes you feel more desired than you have by any man. And gods⌠The idea of him just tossing you over his shoulder and dragging you away to claim you⌠You would never admit it, not even to your closest friends, but the thought has kept you up on many a night, your fingers working you to your climax as you imagine how incredible his would feel in their place.
Tonight is no different, as you lay in your bed. You know he isnât the best of men, not even close. He is known for his cruelty, his lack of respect for life. And yet you cannot help but want him anyway. You curve your fingers, imagining his long, thick digits being able to reach the places that you cannot, your eyes rolling back as your other hand squeezes at your breasts, hips bucking up as you chase your peak.
And you are well aware that heâs watching you through the crack youâve left open in the door. You always know when he is watching you. And you do not mind it. You can hear the low grunts he lets out as he tugs at his cock, your mouth watering at the idea of feeling him inside you. You know the man could very likely tear you to shreds if he wanted, but you doubt that. You are quite sure that he wants this as much as you do, if not more. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you moan out the one word that has him spilling himself into his palm.
Kepus.
When you give your consent for being betrothed to Maegor the following day, Visenya and your father are both pleased, while your mother grants her blessing with much trepidation. Maegor, however, simply stares you down, that look in his eyes making your stomach twist with anticipation of what awaits you on your wedding night. Your eyes travel downward, toward where you can just see the bulge of his cock against his trousers. When you catch yourself, you avert your gaze, knowing that if your mother or your septa realize what it is that you were staring at, youâll surely be caned. However, when you meet Maegorâs gaze again, you know he saw.
Maegor liked the fact that you were looking.
Your mother takes you aside on the eve of your wedding, pulling you away from your great aunt who is busy telling you all sorts of things on what it means to be a wife and a queen. At first, youâre confused as to why your mother wishes to speak to you in private, but when she places your grandfatherâs dagger in your hand, stolen from your father, you understand. Your eyes go wide as she tells you a man like Maegor will make a most frightful husband. That you must stop this, request him to forego a bedding ceremony and strike while he is asleep your first night together. You look at her, shocked and confused, wondering why she would have you do this.
And she tells you of a dream your grandfather once had. A dream which spoke of a fate almost too terrible to repeat. That Maegor would be the one to bring this about with his cruelty, his bloodlust, his thirst for power. Your grandfather had brushed it off, stating it was not one of his dragon dreams, but your mother was not as easily convinced. Your mother is determined to have you end Maegorâs reign before it begins, her eyes pleading as she places the blade in your hands.
As you stand in the sept, saying the words that are meant to bind you to your uncle forever, you glance at the faces of your family rather than focusing on him. Your father beams proudly, having stated that you are the most beautiful bride the Seven Kingdoms have ever seen. Aegon looks saddened, though you do your best to ignore it, your heart twisting painfully in your chest. Visenya looks rather smug, satisfied at her plan finally having come to fruition. And your mother⌠She looks weary. Fearful. You finally meet Maegorâs gaze, finding it already locked on you as he wraps his cloak around your shoulders. And then? He pulls you into a hungry kiss, one far too intense for the septonâs taste, who covers his mouth in shock. One of Maegorâs large hands grips your waist, the other twisting in your hair as his mouth devours yours.
He ignores the protests of all those present when he heaves you over his shoulder, landing a firm slap on your rear with his hand making you let out a yelp as he stalks off toward your marriage bed. Reception be damned, it would appear your newlywed husband wishes to have you right now. You probably would not have been surprised if he went so far as to claim you in front of the septon himself, blasphemer that he is. You glance up from your vantage point, dangling over his shoulder, your motherâs worried gaze being the last thing you see before you exit the sept, heading toward the manse you two will live in until such time you take the throne.
The walk feels longer than normal though it is not particularly arduous. The silence is deafening as Maegor weaves his way through the streets, the cheers of the smallfolk ringing in your ears even from so far away, celebrating the royal wedding, the union of the two factions of House Targaryen.
Maegor tosses you onto the bed, rather unceremoniously, chuckling darkly to himself at the annoyed noise you let out when you fall. You glower up at him for a moment, though soon, your look of anger fades into one of surprise, watching as he disrobes in front of you. His body is all muscle, a broad chest and equally broad shoulders, gods even his thighs are muscular. And when he removes the last of his clothing, your eyes flit to his cock. Itâs so long and thick that part of you wonders how he will even fit. His length sways slightly as he moves toward you, hard and heavy as he strokes it slowly, evidence of his arousal weeping from the tip.
He moves to the bed, crawling over you, his hands ripping your bodice in half, tossing it aside and leaving you in only your shift. His muscles flex with the action and your breath catches in your throat as he yanks the shift off of you as well. Without even thinking, though you are not ashamed of your body, you move to press your thighs together, feeling exposed and vulnerable, your arm covering your chest. But Maegor grabs both your wrists, pinning them over your head easily with one hand, nudging your thighs apart with his knee.
âWhy so shy, little one?â He murmurs, his voice a low rumble in his chest as he stares at you hungrily, gaze fixed on the apex between your thighs, âYou were so wanton making those noises as you fucked yourself with my fingers, the other night, crying my name. We both know this is exactly what you want. There is no point in thinking otherwise.â
You watch as he moves to cup your mound with his free hand, his fingers ghosting against your cunny. Your back arches off the bed as he slowly pushes one finger inside you, so long and thick that you can hardly imagine what his cock will feel like. Maegorâs smile is as dark as his gaze as he works his finger inside of you, feeling you squeezing around him, your body squirming but unable to escape his grasp. He adds a second, making you whine as he begins moving the digits faster and faster, the heel of his palm pressed against your pearl as he fucks you with his fingers. And finally, he adds a third, making the stretch almost uncomfortable. You reach your peak, your toes curling as you cry out his name, but Maegor is nowhere near finished. Rather than grant you any reprieve, he moves his fingers even faster, chuckling to himself at the way you moan unintelligibly, the wet squelching sounds coming from you spurring him on.
âSuch a tight little cunt you have,â he says, almost mockingly, his thumb pressing against your pearl as he brings you to your peak once more, âBut donât worry, little one. Iâll make it fit.â
His words are equal parts threat and promise as he moves his fingers, curling them inside of you as they brush against that sweet spot that you are never quite able to reach. You feel your third climax approaching, panicking slightly at the way your body heats, the way you feel like you have lost complete control of yourself as he fucks you with his fingers. Maegor towers over you, his form menacing yet so very arousing as you scream his name, reaching your peak yet again, your arousal coming out in spurts against his fingers, leaving the sheets beneath you soaked with the evidence of your climax. You look at him, surprised. You have heard of such an intense peak happening from your ladies in waiting but have never experienced such a thing yourself. And Maegor? He just gives you a smug smirk, grabbing the base of his cock, slapping the tip against your pearl.
He watches as you jerk away slightly, your breasts bouncing as you move, legs trying to close yet again. Maegor lets go of your wrists to shove your knees apart, dragging you closer to him, manhandling you so that your body beneath him, legs spread. He enters you, every inch of his thick, veiny length making you whimper pathetically as he fills you. Maegor lets out a low hiss at how tight you feel around him, how tiny you are as he fills you. He watches as your eyes roll back, your jaw slackening as he buries himself inside you. He hooks your legs around his hips, splitting you open on his cock as he begins to rut against you at a breakneck, almost violent pace.
Your lips twist in a silent scream of pleasure, one of Maegorâs hands holding you in place by your hips while the other squeezes at one of your breasts, so harshly that it has even him moaning as he snarls, âYou are going to give me the heir my last wife never could. You were born to be mine, you know that? Born to be my queen, to bear my heirs.â His words barely even register, the feeling of him moving in and out of you, filling you so perfectly, the fat head of his cock hitting your sweet spot with every thrust rendering you speechless. But he lets go of your breast to grab your throat, squeezing hard enough that your vision begins to blur, âAnswer me, lÄkianna. Say you were made for me.â
âYes, kepus,â you manage to rasp as he continues pounding into you, âI was made for you.â
Maegor glances downward and sees the way his cock pushes against your stomach, the bulge visible against your skin every time he thrusts. He presses down on it, the sensation making you let out a squeal as he fucks into you even harder, deeper.
âI wonât let you leave this bed until I am certain youâre with child,â he snarls, âSo you had best prepare for me to fuck you until this sweet little cunny is sore and you are unable to walk, my seed running down your thighs, because your cunt canât take anymore, little one.â
With a few more thrusts, you reach your peak, one, two more later, and he spills himself inside you, thick hot white ropes of his spend filling you, the sensation being oddly pleasurable in a way you did not realize was possible. You lay there, doing your best to catch your breath, feeling him crush you against his chest, arms wrapped around you in an embrace that feels almost suffocating.
âRest for now. When I wake, I will have you once more.â
You wait for him to fall asleep, squirming out of his arms, and reaching for your discarded clothes, or more specifically, the knife that lies in your cloak. Your footsteps are silent, moving to grab the blade, feeling its balance in your hand. It is almost like you were meant to hold it. Your husband lays on his back, the steady rise and fall of his chest lulling you into a sense of security, that he is asleep and does not know what it is that you are plotting.
Still bare as the day you came into this world, you walk toward your husband, moving to straddle his hips, raising your blade above your head, poising to strike. For a moment, a brief, fleeting momentâŚ
You hesitate.
Maegor looks so different asleep. Less like the monster people claim him to be and more like a man. And you find yourself unable to do it. Unable to complete the task your mother gave you. The blade falls from your grip, clattering to the ground. You panic for a moment, but your husband remains asleep, pulling you back into his bear-like grip, holding you close to him.
As slumber slowly begins to claim you, you let out a quiet sigh, and close your eyes.
It is only then that Maegor opens his own, admiring you for a brief moment. His pretty little wife. His queen.
He is quite glad that you chose not to go forward with your motherâs plan. It would have been a shame to have to kill you. He quite likes you, after all.
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âDaemon only ever wanted the Iron Throne! He wanted to rule through Rhaenyra!â
Daemon Targaryen was an ambitious dragon lord who wanted to be an important representative of House Targaryen, close to power, but also in a position in which he could be on the front lines in exciting battles, defending his family and the Realm. He never wanted to be stuck sitting on a chair for the rest of his life, forced to listen to the problems of smallfolk, deal with politicking and have to play mediator during Council meeting disputes.
People who truly understand Daemon Targaryen, know that the title of Prince Consort fits him just fine. Itâs perfect, in fact. Exactly the kind of position that suits him.
Heâs closest to the throne, the first man in the Realm, heâs husband to the reigning Queen, father to the next King, and this position grants him the opportunity to spend more time on the battlefield than in a throne room.
Daemon is free to lead armies and win wars, bringing House Targaryen to the height of its power, while Rhaenyra deals with everything he hates.
Daemon is just fine with Rhaenyra being Queen.
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This is the first time in a long, long time that Iâve actually been proud of a fic so I really hope you enjoy it. Iâm already formulating a second part in my mind, or maybe a third who knows.
Summary: Sanemi knew you would always be his beacon of light, the only brightness in this dark pathetic world. At night heâd stare up at the same night sky as you, wondering if this is what you were doing right now tooâ searching out for the North Star that would help guide him back home to you.
All you have with Sanemi Shinazugawa are fleeting moments together, while he tries so desperately not to give you his heart.
Warnings:Â 18+, blood!mention, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, foreplay, sex with feelings, light choking, Sanemi calls us a slut once, fingering, breeding!mention, slight spoilers for the final arc but moreso to do with Sanemiâs appearance.
Pairing:Â Shinazugawa Sanemi x f!reader.Â
Word Count:Â 6.3k.
You always enjoyed watching the stars. Constellations swirling above granted you a cherished moment to forget about the mundane routine of life. A welcome break between the early rise of working beneath your father at the family bakehouse, slaving away until each loaf was sold before leaving you to clean up the mess. The local Izakaya called his name as he would not return home until what little profit heâd earned was squandered.Â
You couldn't even blame him, this wasnât the life that either of you had wanted or planned for.Â
Your brother, who was training to become a demon slayer, now dead. Your mother ran away with a travelling merchant sheâd met in the village after as though to numb the pain of losing him. You werenât even sure if she was still alive, but you wondered if sheâd been granted the chance of a new start. A new familyâ forgetting all about you in the process as you were left to this pitiful existence with your drunk of a father.
This was the only time you truly felt serene. Your back was flat against the dewy grass as the cool evening chill whipped at your ankles, toes almost numb from the chill as your eyes met where one pattern ended and another began.Â
The crunch of footsteps through gravel broke you from your daydream as you jolted straight, wide eyes snapping towards the source of the noise as you noticed a white-haired man hunched over.Â
âSanemi?â You had to blink to ensure your eyes werenât deceiving you, the soft candlelight from your home only enough to add a gentle glow to your surroundings as you stood.Â
Bare feet rushed through sodden grass as you felt the ache of small pebbles digging into your soles as you made your way towards him, trying to ignore the way the gravel seemed to indent into your skin as you reached him. You couldnât remember the last time youâd seen him, the last time youâd felt himâ you werenât even certain he was still alive until now.Â
He stopped you when you were close enough, rough palms gripping your arms to keep you at bay. Sanemiâs touch was always bruising, but you knew better than to think he was trying to push you away. Youâd learned a long time ago that he struggled to articulate his feelings, and something that once had your heart aching now filled you with a comforting warmth.Â
âI donât want to get you dirty.â He shook his head, and it was then you noticed the blood and grime that doused him.Â
Wondering whether the blood was his, dried crimson caked his skin and the torn fabric of his haori. Wondering if heâd noticed, nor even cared if it was. You felt tears begin to clump in your lashes as you stared up at his lilac eyes, hands reaching out for him despite being held back as you gently prised yourself out of his grip.Â
âDidnât I tell you not to stay out this late alone,â He growled, âItâs not safe.â
âI have the sword you left,â You smile up at him, anxious to reach out and hold him, âI remember how to use it.â
Sanemi feels his chest swell with pride that you do, after spending the time to teach you how to properly defend yourself from all the bad in the world. The darkness that shouldnât sully your perfect soul, although he notices that the sword is nowhere to be seen in the grass beside you.
âIâm unsure what use it is to you when itâs lying more than a stone's throw away.âÂ
âIâll bring it with me next time,â You laugh, and Sanemi feels himself physically relax at the tone.Â
Once Sanemi was sure you werenât going to jump him and ruin your pretty night kimono he let go, allowing you to reach up and place a palm against his cheek as he leaned into your touch. Your hands were freezing from being out in the cool evening air, but his cheek blazed with heat. It was comforting as he exhaled softly, letting his eyes flutter shut for a moment to indulge himself with the feeling of you. The saccharine scent of you invaded his senses as his calloused palms found purchase on your hips, gripping you tight as though trying to convince himself that you were real.Â
His chest was heaving, which made you wonder if heâd struggled to make it here, noticing a fresh gash against his pectoral that answered your question about the source of all the blood.Â
âSanemi, youâre hurt.â You mumbled, noticing the blood now dripping onto the gravel beneath your toes.Â
ââm fine,â He shook his head, but the state of him seemed otherwise.Â
âNo, youâre not,â You frowned, scrunching your nose so cutely that Sanemi had to physically restrain himself from leaning forward to kiss you.Â
âIâm fine, woman,â He barked, but there was no bite. Not to you, âIâve dealt with far worse.â
âEven so,â You shook your head, taking one of his hands in your own, âIâd hate for you to have made it this far just to be scuppered by a surface wound.â Sanemiâs lips curled into a genuine smile at that, teeth bared as he allowed you to lead him back towards your home, âLet me bandage it up so it doesnât become infected.âÂ
You knew what you were getting into when you started dating the Wind Pillar, despite his numerous attempts to push you away. Telling you it was for your own good, to keep you safe. That you deserved better. And Sanemi was certain that was true, you deserved someone far better than him. Someone that would treat you well, and not leave you wondering whether you'd ever see him again. It was selfish really, for him to expect you to wait for him each time. To settle for fleeting moments and stolen kissesâ but it was your fault, youâd done this. Youâd made him fall for you. And what good was living a safe life if it didnât include him?
You lead him around your small nagaya, the bills so high you were certain it wouldnât be yours for much longer. But you didnât want to trudge blood through the house and have to explain it to your father when he woke up.Â
âLet me carry you,â Sanemi started as he noticed your bare soles stepping through the pebbled path, his grip on your hand tightening.
He didnât even question why you werenât wearing sandals, like most other men probably would. He knew you loved the stars. Itâs as though he understood the exact reason youâd been out here without them, despite the dangers of being alone and vulnerable so late at night. Sanemi knew every part of you, probably even better than you knew yourself and yet somehow he would never quite afford you that same luxury. Always trying to keep you at arm's length, in his own selfish way of protecting you. Or so he thoughtâ
âIâm quite alright to walk, Shinazugawa.â You teased, and you could practically feel the growl vibrate through him once youâd called him by his family name.Â
âWhen have I ever been known as Shinazugawa to you?â He sneered, but followed behind as you opened the sliding door.
âI seem to remember you demanding I call you that when my brother trained under you, Shinazugawa.â You smiled softly, ignoring the gentle pang in your heart at the loss of your sibling, âI remember you calling me rather annoying too.â
âI called you a pain in my ass, actually.â He delighted in the sweet laughter that surrounded him at that memory, as he kicked his shoes off at the door.
Sanemi was silent as you sat him down on the wooden floor in the room where you slept as you began to grab the items you would need to patch him up, closing the sliding door behind you as you returned to find him dozing against your futon.Â
âOi,â You teased, a habit youâd picked up from him, âDonât fall asleep yet, you might have a concussion.â
âYou think Iâm foolish enough to let a demon near my head, woman?âÂ
âNo,â You smiled, kneeling beside him as you pulled back the open front of his demon slayer uniform, âBut you are foolish enough to hit your head.â
Sanemiâs glare had you breaking out into a soft giggle as you tried to quieten yourself so as not to wake any of the sleeping occupants nearby, shaking your head as he allowed you to work at the wound that marked his skin. Teeth clenched as you pressed gauze against it before bandaging it to prevent dirt from entering the wound. You were glad it didnât appear to be deep, and would certainly not leave a scar as impressive as the ones that already littered his skin. But as it was still bleeding when heâd arrived, you wondered how long it had been since his battle.Â
âWhy did you come here?â You mumbled as you finished up your haphazard attempt at bandaging his wound. Something youâd learned to do the first time your father had returned home drunk and knocked his head falling over the entry step whilst removing his sandals. A skill youâd tried to hone over the years, but to this day it still seemed to be a work in progress.
But of course, Sanemi still came to you, even though heâd certainly receive better care from the Butterfly Mansion. Or at the very least a better dose of medication to relieve the painâ but time and time again heâd always leave you with the same response.
âI always find my way back to you.âÂ
Which is why he navigated towards you like a compass searching for the North Star. And even after all this time, you still continued to ask the same question. Because you liked the sound of the answer that left his lips.Â
âYouâre foolish to think I take better care of you than the Kakushi there,â You smiled down at him as he grumbled beneath you.Â
âAnd yet Iâm still alive.â
âIâm unsure whether thatâs by luck or chance, but itâs certainly not because of me.â You snort, shaking your head as you reach for the warm water youâd prepared to help clean his dirty skin. Soaking a soft cloth before you began to run it against his forehead and cheeks.Â
âThereâs no need for that,â He scoffs, his large palm wraps around your wrist to pull you away from him as you frown.Â
âYouâre filthy, Sanemi.â You scrunch your nose, âAnd you stink.âÂ
You were ashamed to admit to him that you loved the way he smelt. His musky sweat was laced with the scent of grass and the rice bran heâd used to wash days earlier. You always found yourself basking in it, allowing it to intoxicate you as you fell even deeper.Â
âYouâve never had a problem with me being filthy before.â Sanemi ponders, his hand reaching up to smooth over the soft curve of your hip, âIn fact, Iâm certain I remember you saying you liked it.â
Your cheeks burned from his implication, feeling the neglected space between your thighs throb with desire as you subtly shifted thigh to thigh. A movement that didnât go unnoticed by the hashira below you, a cocky smirk on his face as he flattened his palm on your lower back. Pushing down to bring you closer to him, your face hovering mere inches from his own as his warm breath fanned your face.Â
âI missed you,â You hum softly, admiring the way the flickering burn of your lantern illuminated his chiselled face. Your lips brushed over his own in the faintest kiss, his fingers tightening in the fabric of your nightdress as he tried to pull you back to repeat the motion.Â
âNot as much as me,â He husked, reaching his other hand up to hold the back of your neck. Two fingers dug into the curve while his calloused thumb stroked your jaw, reconnecting your lips in a deeper kiss. His nose bumped against yours before tilting his head to the side to push his tongue into your eager mouth, finding your own as he swallowed the desperate whine that threatened to spill.Â
Youâd missed this, missed him. Your hands threaded through his messy white hair as your nails dragged against his scalp, causing Sanemi to grunt as he pulled you down to the futon beside him. Curving his frame over you as he groaned deep and low in his throat from the intense pain that shot through his side from the sudden movement.Â
âSanemi, you shouldnât move,â You stared up at him in worry as you broke the kiss, a snarl of irritation appearing on his face as he tried to bring you back to him, âYouâre hurt.âÂ
âShut up,â He snarled, but there was no real malice behind it.Â
He was far rougher this time as if trying to prove to you that he was fit to do thisâ to take care of you. Settling himself between your parted thighs as you felt him lean himself on you, a comforting weight as you reconnected your lips. His kiss was far more ferocious, a mess of tongue and teeth as hands disappeared beneath the silken fabric of your night dress. Bunching the material around your hips as he lurched forward, pressing his desire against your clothed core as he swallowed your whines.Â
You could tell he was exercising restraint. Wanting nothing more than to rip the fabric from your quivering body and reveal your skin to him, but it would be left as evidence of your exploits. And since your father still thought his daughter was pure, it would be a foolish move. Instead, he pushed it higher, letting it settle above the swell of your naked breasts as he bit back a sigh. Teeth gnawing at his lower lip as he broke the kiss to indulge in the sight of you, thumbing the underside of your soft mounds as he watched your nipples stiffen to round peaks in the cool evening air.Â
How had he been so lucky to find you? To convince someone as perfect as you to lie with him? He had no clue, but he was certain it was evidence of the existence of ame. Not that he would ever make it there, and if this was the closest heâd ever get he would die content.Â
âSanemi,â You cooed, breaking him away from his thoughts as you stroked your fingers along his neck. Following the curve of his collarbones as Sanemi dipped his head lower, lips circling one of your taut nipples as he sucked hard. Glaring up at you with purple eyes when you moaned loud, immediately biting down hard on your lip you were certain youâd drawn blood.Â
âIf you canât be quiet when I touch you hereââ He reached a palm up to grope your other breast for emphasis, moulding the skin between his fingers as he massaged gently, âThen how will I be able to feast on your cunt?âÂ
You were noisy. So much so that Sanemi had to press his palm to your mouth to quieten you, a crude smirk on his lips as he nuzzled the junction between your breasts. Kissing a path down your stomach as he followed every line and curve, removing his hand from your mouth when he was more certain youâd be quiet as he reached down to curl his fingers into your panties. Pulling them down your thighs to bare you to him completely.Â
âBeautiful.â He hummed beneath his breath as his thumbs spread you open, cherishing the way your slick broke off into silvery strings against your folds, âIs this all for me?â
âYes,â You felt hot beneath his sweltering gaze, heart pounding against your ribcage as he settled on his stomach. Pressing the softest kiss to the top of your mound before curling his forearms beneath your parted thighs, shamelessly inhaling the scent of you as he pressed another kiss against you, this time to your sensitive clit.Â
âFuck,â The motion had your hips bucking wildly, his palm splayed flat against your pelvis as he tightened his grip around your thighs.Â
âStill so sensitive,â He murmured, granting you another lingering kiss as he tasted you on his lips, âIs this how much she missed me?âÂ
âDonât talk like that, Sanemi.â And it wasnât because he was talking to your cunt and not to you, it was the crude words that seemed to flow from his lips so effortlessly that left your stomach swirling in knots and a delicious ache between your thighs.Â
âOh?â He hummed, dragging his tongue through the mess youâdâ heâd made between your thighs, âAre you saying she didnât miss me? Was there another keeping you satisfied while I was gone?â
You could hear the jealousy behind his words, the cruel lilt to his voice that had him digging his fingertips into your skin just that much harder. Sanemi was no fool, he knew youâd make the perfect wife for many respectable men. And he was certain that none would refuseâ it wasnât peculiar to think that you had offers while he was gone, or at the very least the promise of your father selling you to pay off his debts.Â
But you couldnât tell him the truth right now. That your father had been searching for a suitor for you, finally settling on one that he deemed fit (and it certainly wasnât because he was the highest bidder). A man from the next village over who would look after you, you were assured. A man that you could happily live out the rest of your days with, and give up the long hours spent in your father's bakery.Â
You were certain if Sanemi knew he would see red, even if there was no chance of him asking for your hand instead. A Demon Slayer, a Hashira no less, would make the perfect prize for any young woman. Easily setting you up for life, even if they didnât make it out alive, nor make it past their twenty-fifth birthday. It was why so many were reluctant to take on wives, content with aiding their needs with the local courtesans whenever theyâd rest for the night.Â
Your father still thought of you as pure, a virgin. If he found out heâd surely sell you to the local brothel to pay off his debts instead, a life far worse than a loveless marriage you supposed. But it wouldnât make a difference when none of those paths led you to Sanemi.Â
âItâs only ever been you,â You spoke softly and sincerely as you stared down at your lover, an answer that seemed to appease him as he nuzzled your soft cunt. Unabashedly licking a long stripe from the tight rim of your asshole all the way through your slick, causing you to whine beneath him as his tongue delved deeper, pushing inside your fluttering hole.Â
âGood.â He spoke against your sex, your fingers winding through his messy hair as you rolled your hips against his face. The flat of his tongue lapped at you as though tasting the sweetest ambrosia, nose nudging your clit as he ate you out with urgency. Moaning into your cunt as he pushed his tongue as deep as it would go, lashing against your inner walls as you writhed against tousled sheets.
You gasped as he added his two right fingers, curling them inside you as he pressed them against the spongy spot inside you that he knew like the back of his hand. His lips wrapped around your puffy clit as he sucked hard, eyes staring up at you from his position as he watched you come apart for him. Your walls trembling in the throws of your climax that surged through you in harsh waves. Youâd expected him to stop, to allow you a moment's respite, but he didnât. Devouring you like a man starved as he continued to feast on your cunt. You were trying desperately to keep quiet, your own hand clamping over your mouth in a feeble attempt to silence yourself as your debauched moans still broke through.Â
Not that Sanemi was much quieter, the lewd smack of his lips against your sopping folds filled the room as he slurped at your slick. Collecting it in his mouth before crudely spitting it back down on your clit, letting it dribble towards your greedy hole where his fingers were fucking into you with vigour. Feeling your walls clamp down around his ring and pinky finger as he worked you through your climax, intent on giving you another before he even thought about pulling away.Â
He made it difficult to think as blown eyes stared up at the ceiling, your thighs clamping down around his head as you tried to push him off your overstimulated heat.Â
âStop squirminâ,â He snarled against your clit, showcasing his sheer display of strength as he tugged your thighs open for him again, âI know you can take it, and you will.â
Your hole throbbed around his fingers at his crude tone, the pleasure swirling in your pelvis as he worked to draw another orgasm from your pliant body. Watching the way you were trying to blink back tears as he sucked your clit hard, thrashing beneath him as he felt it surge through you in harsh waves.Â
âSanemi,â You choked back a sob as you felt the pleasure consume you, thighs trembling as your cunt gushed and throbbed around his digits. Smirking against your slit in satisfaction as he worked you through it, lapping at your clit as you mewled pathetically.Â
âSo beautiful.â He hummed, smacking his lips in satisfaction as he finally pulled away to give you a moment to calm your racing heart. Shamelessly suckling at his fingers as he cleaned your release from them, before pressing open-mouthed kisses against the apex of your thighs.Â
You gasped as a sudden pain surged through you, feeling Sanemiâs teeth bite down onto the supple skin of your inner thigh as he began to suck a deep bruise into your flesh. Causing your body to convulse as he left his mark on you. He was never foolish enough to leave anything in plain sight, evidence of your debauchery and certain to sign your courtesan sentence. This was his way of leaving his lingering presence on your body, to claim you as his. The subtle ebb of it whenever you walked evidence that you belonged to himâ because no matter what, you would always be his.Â
He pressed a final, soothing kiss to the wound as he moved up your body, settling your thighs over his own as he busied himself with undoing his belt. Letting the top of his uniform settle around his waist as he bared his top half. Slapping your greedy hands away as you reached between your thighs to grab at his thick, heavy cock. The weight of it had it drooping down towards the floor, forking veins following the length of it as they lead towards a blushing uncut tip leaking with pre.Â
âDonât you dare,â He chastised as you gave him a needy pout, licking your lips at the thought of how long it had really been, âYou know I wonât last.â
You boldly ogled him, watching as he wrapped himself in a strong fist to give himself some relief. Pulling the foreskin back as he smoothed the leaking tip between your dripping folds, covering himself in your slick. Gasping as the bulging head nudged your clit, before it caught against your fluttering hole. Your desperate cunt tried to coax him in as you started to roll your hips towards him invitingly.Â
âIâm sure youâve become a greedy succubus since we met,â He goads, grinning down at you whilst pressing the fat tip of his cock against your tight entrance, âSo damn needy.â
âItâs your fault,â You bite back, âYouâve turned me into this.â
âOh, yeah?â He hums pensively, pushing his hips forward as he feels your hole begin to swallow him, âIâve turned you into a desperate little slut?â
âOnly for you.â You cry out when he cants his hips forward at your response, burying his cock inside you with one rough thrust.Â
âF-uck,â Sanemiâs eyes roll as he feels your cunt consume him whole. His balls pressed snugly against the curve of your ass as the messy hairs sat at the base tickle your clit.Â
Sanemi had always felt big, the sensation always caught in your throat whenever heâd fill you to the brim. Your exploits are few and far between when he lived the life of a Hashira, never knowing when would be the next timeâ or if this would be your last. But he always granted you a moment to adjust to his size and a chance for him to admire the way your throat bobbed and your eyes rolled as you felt him fill you whole.Â
Sanemi settled himself on his forearms on either side of you, his chest pressed skin to skin, so close you could feel each other's heartbeats. His hands held your head as he began to push his hips forward, starting a steady pace as he ground into you.Â
âIâve missed you,â He rasped, resting his forehead against yours as his gaze bore into your own. Your arms wound around his body to cling to his muscular back, nails leaving crescent-shaped moons in their wake as the blunt head of his cock carved you into the shape of him.Â
âI missed you too,â You whine, trying to choke back a moan as you pressed your lips to his, âMissed you so much.â
Your thighs clung to his muscular waist, holding him tight as he ground into you. Sending delicious friction directly to your clit as you tried to pull him impossibly closer, wanting to feel every part of him. The curve of his heavy cock was perfectly positioned to drag against the spot inside you that he knew better than the back of his hand, focusing his attention on it with each roll of his hips.Â
âTaking me so well,â He groaned, already feeling the telltale signs of your impending climax, âGood girl.â
You were Sanemiâs proof that there was still good in the world, that there were still some things worth saving, worth cherishing. His nose brushed against yours as he brought you into another sensual kiss, swallowing the desperate cries that wracked through your body as you tried desperately to keep quiet. Your nails dragged crimson red lines down the expanse of his back as you felt yourself teetering on the edge of another climax, leaving marks he was proud to wear as your toes began to curl.Â
The coil inside you snapped roughly as you were propelled into your climax. Your entire body convulsing as you came undone, harsh waves of pleasure crashed through you as Sanemi swallowed his name from your throat.Â
He pulled back to watch you, tilting his head to the side as he fucked you through your release. His mouth was no longer able to conceal the desperate pants that escaped and mixed with the sound of skin against skin as he continued his rough pace.Â
You turned your head to the side on your soft pillow, shy at the way he was looking at you as he loomed over you. The feeling had your stomach swirling in knots as he brought his hand to your jaw to pull your attention back to focus on him.Â
âYou were so concerned about being loud,â He goaded, leaning forward to wrap his fingers around the column of your throat, âBut here you are trying to wake the entire village.â
Your cunt clenched at that, hard. Causing Sanemi to smirk in satisfaction as he started to press down on your windpipe, feeling the way your cunt tightened in response as his hulking form curved over you. Using your body for his own pleasure as he felt the intense heat blazing from between your thighs. Tits bouncing from the ferocity of his thrusts, as you proceeded to wonder if he might actually want you both to be caught like this. So he could finally tell your father that he was taking you away from this and making you, his.Â
âOi,â Sanemiâs fingers pulsed against your neck, trying to bring your focus back to him, âAre you still with me? Or have I fucked all sense from you?â
Sanemiâs grin was maniacal as your cunt clenched around him in response, your head lolling back against the pillow as he kept his bruising pace. Unable to do much from this position but lay back and take it as he used your body for his own pleasure.Â
You felt delirious, the pleasure all-consuming as Sanemi drove his hips forward. Thrusting into you with the stamina and precision only a Hashira could have, his perception telling him exactly how to move in order to have you writhing beneath him as he focused his attention on that same spongy spot inside you. Focusing his thrusts as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix with each forward motion, dragging his length against your g-spot each time he pulled back.Â
âSuch a greedy little thing,â He provokes, each word annunicated with a rut of his hips. Certain he wonât be able to last much longer, your hips buck up against him and he can feel your slick drooling down his length and coating his balls.Â
Your hands are fisting the thin sheet covering your futon now, groaning when you realise that heâs trying to hold back. Waiting for you to climax once more before he affords himself the same relief. And itâs hard to hold back, especially when you look so innocent and malleable beneath him. You really were far too good for the likes of him.Â
Sanemi wonders what he would be like if he did cum inside you, coating your pliant walls with his sticky spend. Imagining how pretty and ethereal youâd look all plump and round as you carry his child, giving him an heir to the Shinazugawa name and carrying his family on through generations. Thinking of the docile life he could spend with you, living the rest of your days peacefully and away from all the trials and tribulations that come with being a Hashira.Â
But a life like that would never be possible, not when there is still a single demon out there wandering the streets and waiting to destroy every unblemished part of his life. The image of losing you is too much for him to bear, the mere thought of it has an immeasurable pain shooting through him and striking him straight through the heart. Sanemi would do anything to keep you safe, and if it meant being alone for the rest of his days or sacrificing himself for youâ heâd do it.Â
And whatâs worse is Sanemi knew youâd let him cum inside you, your mind already fucked stupid and completely intoxicated with arousal. He bets he could get you to agree to anything when youâre like this, so desperate and compliant beneath him. Youâd let him bury his cock inside you to the hilt and shoot rope after rope of his hot spend inside your fertile womb.Â
Heâs sweating now. Letting go of your neck in favour of gripping onto your soft hips, the perfect child-bearing hips as he has to bite back a moan. Breaking skin as he gnaws at his bottom lip hard, nose scrunched as he feels the tip of his cock presses snugly against your cervix with each forward motion.Â
âSanemi,â You practically sing his name as a warning as he feels the way your walls convulse around his heavy cock, desperately trying to milk him of his release, âIâm cumming, oh god, Iâm cumming.â
He doesnât bother silencing you this time, indulging in the whiny lilt of your voice as he feels you gush around him. Almost forgetting that heâs supposed to be pulling out as he curses beneath his breath, the coil inside his pelvis snaps abruptly as he manages to pull out, just barelyâ thick, hot ropes of his potent seed spurt against your quivering cunt as they coat your folds. His rough hand wraps around himself to jerk it roughly as more land against your pelvis and stomach, some making it as far as the underside of your breasts as his chest heaves.Â
Youâre a mess, he thinks as he stares down at the remnants of his spend. His cock still leaking with a final few trickles of his release as he smears it against your inner thigh before sitting back on his haunches to admire the scene. Silvery white coats your clit, drooling all the way down to the curve of your ass as it disappears between your cheeks, settled on top of your mound as it leaves streaky lines along your tummy and then spots around your breasts. But still part of him regrets not finishing inside you, emptying his balls inside your warm, wet cunt to claim you as his.
Itâs a bad idea, terribly reallyâ but he canât help himself, as Sanemi leans down to collect some of his spend on your clit against his thumb, revelling in the way you keen against him from the sensitivity as he dips it lower and pushes it inside your creamy, abused hole. Watching with curious, lilac eyes at how easily and eagerly your body sucks it in. The mess disappears inside your trembling walls as he fucks it deeper, pulling out to smear the rest into your clit as your body shivers and pushes it out with the aftershocks of your climax.
âItâs too much, Sanemi.â You mumble tiredly, trying to cling to his forearms as he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your lips.
He reaches over to the bowl of water youâd brought in for him, wincing at how tepid it is now as he submerges the cloth, wringing it out between rough fingers as he begins to clean you up. Starting with the drying cum that coats your body as goosebumps begin to prickle your skin from how gentle he is, taking his time to clean the cloth and repeat the process as he nears the junction of your legs. Cleaning his spend from your inner thighs before running the cloth through your sticky folds, pressing a kiss to your knee as you whine about how sensitive you are as he tries to clean you with as much care as he canâ As though heâs frightened you might break. Heâs gentle as he pulls your nightgown back down your body, smoothing the fabric as he smiles down at you softly.
Sanemi doesnât bother cleaning himself and refuses your help when you offer it. Perfectly content to leave your drying slick coating his skin as he pulls his pants back up, preparing to tighten his belt before he looks down at the dejected expression on your face.
âAre you not staying for a while, Sanemi?â You mumble softly. Acutely aware that itâs a risk to ask something so bold of him, especially when your father could walk in at any time and catch you with the Wind Hashira.
His gaze softens in a way reserved just for you as he cups your cheek, rough fingers catching against your soft skin as he leans down to connect your lips in a sensual kiss. Wordlessly dropping to the futon beside you as he pulls you into his arms, burying your face in his chest as you listen to the rhythm of his heart beating hard and fast. His fingers stroke absentminded patterns against your back as he buries his nose into the top of your head, greedily surrounding himself with your scent as he cherishes the moment. Trying to commit everything to memory so he can remember this on those dark days when heâs without you.
This shouldâve been the moment you told him about the possibility of your father marrying you off, but you couldnât. He didnât need to know, and it was better this way. You could tell him in the morning, he was already tired from his travels and you wanted this happiness to last just that little longer.
But you didnât realise that heâd be gone by morning, the only sign he was ever here was the dirty water, and drops of blood that soaked into the hardwood, and stuck to the fabric of your nightdress. Each time he left you like this, it had you wondering whether that would be the last time youâd see him.
Sanemi knew you would always be his beacon of light, the only brightness in this dark pathetic world. At night heâd stare up at the same night sky as you, wondering if this is what you were doing right now tooâ searching out for the North Star that would help guide him back home to you.
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