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[vasito-de-leche]

Can I request the Saja Boys revealing that they’re demons for the first time to their partner, Reader (separately please!). Instead of being scared of disgusted as they thought Reader would, Reader’s stunned before being excited over the fact, jumping for joy as Reader asks a bunch of questions about their heritage and fawning over their looks. I think I’d be cute, you know, having someone accept them for who they really are instead of some persona they portray!!

;KPOP DEMON HUNTERS BABY - "Would You Still Love Me?"

Baby Saja x Reader 2.3k words fluff It's rare for Baby to be serious about anything; so when he asks you to meet him late at night to talk, you can't help but get nervous.

this prompt is one of my faves because i LOVE getting freaky about blorbo's animal/demon/etc traits!

I actually had a few drafts for something similar for Abby and Jinu, so I hope you don't mind me posting a cuter Baby oneshot I whipped up in one sitting instead while I work on the others!

Baby knows the night air is freezing against your skin as yet another cold breeze blows past you, threatening to topple you over at this height. But you’re stubborn, always have been─when presented with the full view of the city from his balcony, in a not so quaint penthouse that he shares with the rest of the band, all you can do is sigh dreamily as you take in the sights. 

There’s a sparkle in your eyes when you gaze into the horizon and all the flickering lights beneath, and he can practically hear your heartbeat from behind the glass door separating both of you, swelling with emotion. He can see the glow of your soul, invisible to the naked eye. 

He wonders if you’ll continue to look so happy and content after what he’s about to confess. 

In one clean motion, he slides the glass door and steps into the night with a small hop, expecting you to hear his arrival. But you don’t, and he opts for his usual antics; Baby taps your right shoulder, before swiftly moving over to your left. He doesn’t bother to suppress his mischievous snickering as you twirl around in confusion, until your eyes land on him.

“Ha-ha. Very funny, Babs. What would’ve you done if I got so scared I ended up jumping off the building?”

“I got another meet and greet tomorrow, so honestly? I’d dive right after you.” 

That earns a smile from you and he leans both arms over the metal railing, resting his head atop while making sure to be within your personal space, bumping into your shoulder. You’re warm, so very warm─compared to him, whose body remains cold even in the hottest months of the year, a direct result of his demonic heritage. Every time you’ve pointed out just how uncomfortably cold his hands are, every time he’s planted his cold feet against your bare skin while you slept, Baby just chuckles and tells you that he just runs cold, that he’s cold-blooded; in truth, he can’t help being a walking dead corpse. 

But you never gave him any shit for that. 

You nudge him ever so slightly, breaking Baby out of a reverie. The way you still try to cuddle into him to leech off some warmth doesn’t go unnoticed, and his expression drops for a moment as he laments his own lack of warmth. His lack of life. 

“What did you want to talk about? Must be serious if you’re making a face like that.” When you try to imitate him, Baby rolls his eyes and tilts his head away, if only to avoid giving you the satisfaction of seeing his smile. 

“Whaaaaaatever, can’t a guy brood a little? I thought everyone was into that type of idol.”

“Trying to take Mystery’s role now, huh?” 

He scoffs in amusement at this. “Mystery? He doesn’t brood, he just sits there and seethes for the entire time! Do you know how hard it is to distract everyone, blinking these baby blues just ‘cause he didn’t feel like blowing a kiss to the public?” 

The banter comes so naturally, Baby finds himself rambling, poking fun at all the little things that irritate him while you poke fun at him for being so whiny, laughing at his reactions. You ask him, time and time again, “Why did you become an idol in the first place?” when he rants at length about his job. He can never give you a straight answer, and tonight is no different. Right away, Baby deflects. 

“Hush, hush, hush. Enough about that! If I wanted to talk shit about work, I’d just talk to Romance. You’re here because I have something very important to ask.” 

“I’m not covering for you again, Jinu got pissed and found out right away last time─” He puts a finger over his lips and hushes you once more, as if silencing a particularly rowdy crowd of fans. The ridiculousness of his antics is entertaining enough for you to cooperate. 

Your patient and happy expression is almost daunting; don’t you know he’s about to forever change the course of your relationship with just a few words? That tonight, you might come out of this building in tears, or worse if any of his bandmates find out he’s broken the rules and revealed himself to a human? The least you could do is look a little less excited to be here with him, making Baby reconsider his plans. He knows he’s fucked up when he feels you hold on to his shaking hand; two of your fingers wrap around his own as a way to comfort him, to encourage him. And he doesn’t need to look you in the eye to confirm this.

In fact, Baby doesn’t have the courage to look at you, not right now. 

He focuses instead on the horizon and the city that you love so much, full of all these people he couldn’t care less about but that your stupidly large heart can’t help but get attached to in all of your human glory. This is a big step, one he wants to take only because of how much you mean to him─you’ve let him into your world, it’s about time he did the same. You’re both equals in his eyes, after all. 

Slowly, Baby opens his mouth. “Would you love me if I was a worm?” 

“Huh?” There is a much lighter tone in your voice, and that’s when he turns around to check your reaction; blinking in confusion, gears turning in your head, looking perfectly caught off guard. His confidence returns now that he’s gained the upper hand of this one-sided powerplay. “I mean, I guess? Do I get to be a worm too or is it just you?” 

“That’s not what I asked─would you still love me if I was a worm?” 

“Hm, yeah. Even if I don’t get to be a worm with you, I’d still love you. Unless you were the slimy type, wait, no, I could keep you in a little cute bag and carry you around with me.” 

Baby grins, throwing his head back as he laughs at your answer. “You’d keep me in a bag? Like a damn chihuahua?!” 

“You bark exactly like one, why not?” 

“Right, okie dokie, I guess I don’t mind as long as the bag is comfy. So the answer is yes?” You nod in confirmation, and Baby starts pacing around the balcony, hands folded cutely behind his back. 

“Duh, of course I─”

He stops, back turned to you. “Great! So would you love me if I was a demon?” 

“Baby, you’re already a demon, I’ve seen you throw a tantrum over─” But your words are cut off as Baby moves with inhuman speed to stand right in front of you, trapping you against the metal railing of the balcony. His eyes shine golden in the moonlight, not round and soft like you’ve known them to be, but sharp and deadly. 

In your silence, the creature in front of you takes the chance to monologue, to fill in the silence and avoid his own thoughts to fester inside his mind─the last thing Baby wants right now is for Gwi-ma to find more dirt on him, more things to hold against him─and he gently rolls up the fluffy sleeves of his pink sweater, revealing the purple glow of those jagged patterns painting his skin. From the tip of his fingers to his forearms and beyond, underneath his clothes. He follows your line of vision, or rather, he guides it; soon enough, you’re looking at the exposed part of his neck, up his jaw and cheeks, and finally to his eyes. 

Everywhere you look is covered in patterns. So many of them. 

He hates the suspense, but he refuses to stumble and go back to your blissful ignorance. His pride and shame won’t allow him to half-ass this moment, and so Baby continues, allowing his sharp teeth to shine through and his skin to take on that familiar sickly blue hue he’s known for centuries. His claws clink as they hit the metal railing, his body now much lighter as the human disguise falls apart. 

A deep, rich purple fog envelops him, turning the soft pastels of his clothes into the deepest shade of black you’ve ever seen, until he’s wearing the proper attire for a demon of his status; a Grim Reaper. Would you still love him after this? After he tells you of all the things he’s done to get here? 

When you still don’t say anything, Baby reaches out a hand towards you as if offering you the chance to touch him and check for yourself. You do. Your fingers slide across his palm, flinching only for a second at the increased coldness of his being, and then towards the deadly razors of his fingertips, the rough texture so unlike anything you’ve ever felt. After that, you grow a bit more bold, now holding onto him and sweeping a thumb across his inner wrist, as if checking for a pulse. There is none. 

“Are these claws …?” Real? Yes. He used to wish for them to disappear, to be the result of a very tiring nightmare, but not anymore. This is him, his true─“...Retractable?”

“What.” 

“You know, like, can you get them in and out at will?”

"No, I know what retractable means!"

You gently prod at the pads of his fingers, looking for any reaction from said claws. You don’t seem to find what you’re looking for, but that does nothing to deter you. In fact, you look even more interested than before.

“Doesn’t seem like it, which means you just have these out all day. Man, that explains all the weird tears on your sweaters. Ooh, it’s super pointy! And these marks? Do they mean anything or are these just for aesthetic? They’re so pretty. And your clothes? I never thought you could pull off an edgy look! The hat is such a good touch.” 

The tables have turned; you’re the one practically pouncing on Baby, while he simply stands there, trying to process your words as you cup his face in your hands. No, you’re tracing the patterns on his cheeks, observing them. Your touch causes them to glow even brighter, the pink much more intense than before.

“And your eyes …” A knot forms in his throat at this unexpected inspection, but you hold him in place. 

For a moment, he feels like he’s about to pass out out of nervousness, but your voice and expression turn soft─he knows that face, he’s seen it so many times. Whenever he pretends to be asleep and you whisper sweet nothings in his ear, only to have him open one eye and tease you for such cutesy and cheesy clichés. When he makes you laugh so hard you snort and forget to breathe, and you have to physically fight him because all he can think about is making you delirious with happiness. He knows what you’re about to say, it’s so easy to guess. And his heart is not ready.

“Baby, you’re beautiful.” 

Is this how it feels to finally get everything he’s ever wanted? To be completely and utterly speechless? Bashful and soon-to-be violent with cuteness aggression, Baby tries to turn his head away from your loving gaze, he closes his eyes in his half-hearted attempt at breaking free, part of him wanting to hear you praise him more and more, another one unable to take the heat. But this only makes him even cuter in your eyes.

“Didn’t you hear me? Demon! I’m a DEMON.” Normally, he’d spell out the word for you in emphasis, but right now, Baby can’t trust himself to know a single thing about spelling when you’re bringing him closer to you, lips planted firmly against his cheek. “Agrrghhhghh─! You’re supposed to be scared! Or at least mildly uncomfortable!” 

“My boyfriend is a demon who can pull off every look ever and you want me to be scared? Does being a demon mean you lose a few braincells or what?” 

When you kiss the corner of his mouth, his patterns flicker for a moment and, for the first time in forever, Baby cannot hear the constant whispering of the underworld in his ear. But he’s much too busy fending you off. “Seriously, aren’t you even a little worried that I might steal your soul?” You pull away for a moment to shoot him an indignant yet playful look, and he immediately wraps both arms around your waist. 

“Aren’t you worried that I might tell the entire world that the Baby Saja is a demon gremlin?”

“You wouldn’t do that,” Baby scoffs, the pout so distinct in his voice. 

“See? And I know you would never steal my soul.” He pauses to consider this. You’re right, as always. 

Those demonic instincts of his covet the part of you that he lost─your soul, so bright and alluring, guiding him through the dark─but to simply rob you of it has no merit. Baby wants you to be the one to offer it to him, not out of obligation or fear, but out of devotion and love. If you did that, then maybe he could break free. No, absolutely not. He shakes these thoughts away on the spot. There’s no denying what he is. 

Baby lets out a sound that is somewhere between a whine and a growl, before hiding his face in the crook of your neck, basking in your pulse and warmth. If you love this side of him so much, who is he to keep you away from it? Who’s to say you two can’t rule the underworld together?

“I’d love you too, even if you were a demon like me.” 

“A demon power couple?” You ponder out loud with a hint of teasing, undoing the ribbon that holds his hat in place just so you can plant yet another kiss to the top of his head. “Not sure, the traditional goth vibe looks good on you but … It’s a bit too outdated for me, you know?” 

He chuckles at your joke, his breath tickling your ears. “You should see the fits Jinu wants us to wear for our last concert. Abby’s got a pair of Demonias and a fishnet crop top.” 

“No fucking way.” 

[judesmoonbeauty]

Fan translation only. Accuracy not 100%. Please expect grammatical errors. Creative liberties are taken. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translation elsewhere, claim them as your own, or use them without my permission. Thank you for your support! ☾.

CW: Blood, Violence.

In the silence of the ceremony hall, Kate is shocked and Joseph is surrounded by several humans.

(Everyone besides her is so revolting it makes me want to vomit.)

Kate: What do you mean?

Since Kate doesn’t seem to understand, I explain the ugly truth that I don’t even feel like bringing up.

Darius: I noticed something when I met those kids yesterday.

Darius: And I wanted to be sure about it, so I went into the restricted cellar in the middle of the night.

Darius: What do you think I found there?

Joseph: You-

As Joseph approached me, I drew my concealed cane sword.

Darius: The brides who were married here. Some of the girls were confined in the cellar.

Darius: As a sacrifice to produce better children.

Kate: What…….

Last night, I was searching the building to confirm the strange feeling I had during the day.

What I found was a group of women being imprisoned in the cellar.

All of them were of couples who had ceremonies for free, on the condition of becoming employees of Tiamo’s wedding hall.

However, what really awaited them was being confined to the cellar, having to give birth to superior offspring.

Separated from their grooms and locked away in small cells, they were used only as tools to breed children, continuously exploited by Tiamo.

Kate: Th-That’s……

The bouquet falls from Kate’s hand.

To her it must be rather startling, but to me it’s just a common matter.

Dari: Apparently, management of the cellar is a right that belongs to personnel who can produce outstanding offspring.

Dari: You seem to have that right, Joseph.

I snorted as Joseph’s complexion changed.

Darius: At the time, I didn’t expect to see a bunch of children who smelled just like you.

Kate: The reason why you held your nose back then…..

Darius: No matter how much you wash your body, you can’t mask body odour.

The scent of a living things themselves isn’t something that can be hidden by soaps or perfumes.

The stench was so foul I felt nauseous, and if she hadn't tugged on me, I would’ve killed them on the spot.

I put the tip of my cane sword to Joseph's neck.

Darius: Tiamo seems to be involved in a lot of things. Corruption, tax evasion, human rights violations…….

Darius: Regarding eugenics, I do agree with you. But, it seems we differ on what constitutes eugenics.

Suddenly, a slight noise behind me made Kate’s expression alter.

Kate: Darius, watch out!

Spinning around, I slashed the throat of the employee about to attack me.

Kate: Oh…..

A line of fresh blood sprayed onto Kate’s white dress.

(Shameful, foolish, filthy humans aren’t needed in this world.)

The kanji for “shameful” can be translated in several ways, including “ugly,” but I’m opting for shameful.

I smiled broadly.

Darius: Let me tell you fools something.

Darius: Humans aren’t on the eugenic side.

Minister: Don’t let them leave alive!

The minister’s command signaled the doors of the church to open, and armed staff rush in.

Kate: Darius!

At the sound of Kate’s impatient voice, I grabbed her arm and threw her behind the pew.

Darius: You go there.

(It would terrible if you got hurt here.)

But—

(I don’t understand why…..I don’t want to see you hurt.)

Darius: By Crown’s standards, they qualify as an evil that should be punished.

Darius: Perhaps, I should kill everyone here and earn a myself a debt of gratitude.

I chuckled as I started cleaning up the trash.

Armed Employee: Aarrgh!!

Employee With Gun: Hurry and get him! Eek!

Employee With A Sword: Stop-Stop it!!

Darius: Ahaha, you’re so weak that I’m shocked to learn about your ideals on eugenics.

The people dying one after the other were pathetic and amusing, but it was terribly unbearable that their filthy blood stained my clothes.

Darius: That’s why I hate humans. They’re filthy, shameful and despicable.

Darius: True love is impartial, vows are eternal, love is constant?

In no time at all, there was a pile of corpses with their masses of flesh stabbed repeatedly from above.

Darius: Don’t make me laugh. Such things exist only in your world.

I wanted to keep stabbing them until they vanished.

But—

(It’s almost time.)

Joseph: Dieee!!

I shifted my focus and grabbed Kate’s arm, pulling her into a hug as she was about to get stabbed from protecting me.

Then with my other hand, I pierced Joseph in his heart with my cane sword.

Jospeh: Guh, ugh…….

Staring down coldly at his fallen body, I kindly explained his worst future to him.

Darius: Kate would try to protect me from being killed by you. I would notice this and kill you in turn.

Darius: I could see this future the moment I shook your hand.

Joseph: Wh….at…..

Yes, when I shook hands with him yesterday, I could see everything.

That’s why I went to the cellar and performed an extermination, to prevent these humans from multiplying any further.

Could also potentially be translated as “the humans from multiplying,” for a more general sense, but I chose to use “these” due to context.

(If I tell Kate that she’ll probably get angry.)

When I pulled the blade from his chest, fresh blood spattered us.

Darius: If the future me decided to kill you, then there’s no way you’re cursed.

Darius: Because there’s no way I do something as foolish as taking a cursed life.

Once I finished cleaning up that trash, I turned to her to clear up the remaining rubbish.

Darius: Okay, let’s go kill the children too.

Kate: What…..those children are innocent!

Darius: Wouldn’t it be better if these inferiors had no descendants?

Darius: It would be better killing them. We should at least show some mercy.

However, she stopped me as she hugged me from behind.

Kate: No matter where they come from, those kids have a right to see the future.

Kate: There’s no reason for you to take it away!

(…..Well, she did try to protect me, so I guess I could listen to her.)

With a sigh I put away my cane sword.

Darius: Fine. I don’t want to hear children wailing because it’s deafening, so I won’t.

I muttered as Kate relaxed her arms in relief.

Darius: …..See, there’s no such thing as true love anywhere.

(Despite what you may believe, it’s nonexistent.)

I’ve been taught that by people countless times.

Kate: ….Even if it doesn’t exist here, it definitely exists.

Her trembling hand reached out and stroked my cheek, her eyes locked onto me.

Darius: If that’s a lie, you’ll die like them. So, can you still say that?

I found this amusing and wrapped my hand around hers.

(It’s truly foolish and hopeless.)

Darius: Darius: I’m lying. I won’t kill you. You are my favorite, after all.

With a crimson hand I lifted the white veil.

Darius: I never said I love you, but if you don’t mind a lie, then I’ll swear to it.

It was simply on a whim that I drew my lips close.

Darius: Especially if it’s you.

But perhaps somewhere deep in my heart, I wanted to believe in it.

[Event Master List] [Epilogue]

I've got so many questions I want to ask this man, but I feel like while Darius may have a hatred for humans, he seems to have a specific criteria as to what garners his utmost revulsion. For example, the MC isn't someone that makes him feel repulsed, so what separates her from the rest? I think it's likely her being willing to accept, value and treat the cursed equally and kindly....versus let's say those from society who wouldn't be generally accepting. Of course, this event is evident that his hatred here is stemming from past trauma (well, that's my take on it.)......But again, I still have questions.

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[storyofwhoiam]

📲 { for charlie }

@sioraiocht

[Amy >> Charlie] You wanna meet up soon?

[Allie >> Charlie] Im really horny and cant sleep :O

[Carina >> Charlie] U r looking so sexy

[Dom >> Charlie] Are you bisexual :p

[Colin >> Charlie] There are 265 bones in the human body. How would you like one more?

[Matt >> Charlie] Are you alone

[Marvin >> Charlie] So lol random but do you masturbate?

[Franky >> Charlie] Have something you’d rather do?

[ohgodthevoices]

What if you called your boyfriend “husband” ?

tags : ts! kenma, kuroo, bokuto, akaashi x reader (separately), fluff ,established rs

kenma : kenma’s fingers move effortlessly across his controller, eyes locked on the screen as he plays. you’re next to him, sitting on the other end of the ouch, on the phone, casually chatting with your friend. he’s only half-listening until you let out a soft laugh and say, “i’m sorryy i don’t think i can come tomorrow , i have plans with my husband.”

kenma’s brain short-circuited ,his character stands completely still. did he hear that right? his first instinct is to ask—wait, husband?—but you’re still talking, so he just sits there, staring at your with his mouth slightly open, overthinking every possible reason why you just called him that.

his ears turn red, and suddenly, his hoodie feels way too warm. his mind keeps replaying your words. his foot taps lightly against the floor. he shifts slightly, hoping you’ll look at him so he can gauge your expression. nothing. after a few minutes, he finally breaks. “…what did you just call me?” his voice is quiet, unsure , but you catch the way he clears his throat after. you blink up at him “huh ?” kenma looks away, pretending to focus on his game. “never mind...”

kuroo : you’re both lounging around when you casually go, “husband, can you hand me my phone?” kuroo freezes, then turns to you with the slowest, most smug smirk you’ve ever seen. “oh? we’re married now? how was the wedding? did I look good?” you roll your eyes. “just give me my damn phone.”

“nah, nah, nah, we gotta talk about this.” he leans in, chin resting on his palm. “you trying to hint at something? you planning our future?” you snatch your phone from his hand, trying to ignore the way your face heats up. “say it again,” he teases, wiggling his brows.

“i take it back.” he gasps, clutching his chest dramatically. “you can’t take it back! you’ve already spoken it into existence! we just got married and you’re already divorcing me…” from that day on, he’ll randomly bring it up, calling you “wifey/hubby” in the most casual situations just to make you flustered.

bokuto : bokuto is sitting next to you on the couch, scrolling through his phone while you’re on a call with the pizza place. he’s barely paying attention until you turn to him. “what do you want?” you ask, covering the speaker with your hand. “uh—pepperoni!” he says, sitting up a little.

you nod, going back to the call. “yeah, and my husband would like a large pepperoni—“ bokuto chokes on absolutely nothing. his phone slips from his hands and lands on his lap with a thud. his eyes go huge, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. did you—did you just— “W-WHAT?!” he practically yells, hands slamming onto the couch.

uou side-eye him, shushing him as you continue the order. but he’s too far gone, shaking your arm dramatically. did they hear that?! did you mean it?! HUSBAND?! by the time you hang up, he’s vibrating with excitement. “babe—BABE—say it again.” you smirk, pretending to think. “hmm… nah.”

bokuto gasps, grabbing your hands. “PLEASE. I NEED TO HEAR IT AGAIN.” his eyes are practically sparkling, and honestly, he looks like he might actually cry. you sigh dramatically, giving in. “my husband.” bokuto lets out the most victorious cheer you’ve ever heard, immediately picking you up in a tight hug. “BEST. DAY. EVER.” He spends the entire night talking about himself at the third person calling himself husband he even texted his friends “BRO, I JUST LEVELED UP IN LIFE”. (he’ll get upset if you call his boyfriend now)

akaashi : akaashi knows you love filming anything and everything, you love to take pictures and film vlogs no one else will see except you and maybe him. even if he’d usually ask to not be in the pictures you post, he doesn’t mind being in your lil vlogs.

you propped your phone on your table filming you and akaashi in the background sitting on the edge of the bed putting his mismatched socks on “okay so today my husband is taking me on a lil aquarium date” akaashi froze mid-pull on his shoe , did you really just call him your husband? did you mean it ? it was probably a slip up, right ? or maybe you’re trying to give him a hint- he never thought where to propose, maybe he should start saving up for the wedding- akaashi was pulled out his thoughts when you called out to him , you noticed he just stopped moving, mumbling god knows what to himself , his face turning redder by the second. the rest of the day your boyfriend was awfully quiet- focused the same face he pulled when he was on the court, he might be more on the quieter more calm sad but he looked like he was making life or death decisions. “keiji is everything okay ? you seem very-” he grabbed your wrist stopping both of you “can you take a week off next week, let’s go to [your dream destination].”

[luvsupa]

a/n two posts in one day… ruh roh… (I miss gojo </3)

ex!satoru who doesn’t really understand the concept of being an ex. he just thinks you want a break from him. but permanently separated? hell no, he could never understand that.

“‘toru… things aren’t gonna work out between us,” you begin as he sits in front of you at your dinner table in your shared apartment. he looks at you with no emotion, as if you didn’t just end things. “we’re growing in separate ways, and i feel i would only—satoru.”

you could scream at him—he’s not paying attention, scrolling on his phone instead. he shows you the order he placed for dinner, coming in twenty minutes. of course, he bought your favorite.

“satoru, can you please be serious for one minute?” you huff, clearly annoyed that he’s not listening while he’s purchasing things he knows will make you swoon.

“i am serious,” he says, placing his phone down to observe your breathtaking features.

“you weren’t even listening,” you say, crossing your arms as you slouch in the seat.

“baby, of course i’m listening—you’re crazy if you think i’m leaving you,” he coos condescendingly, and you roll your eyes.

ex!satoru who, in fact, respected your decision and gave you your personal space, not exactly broken up in his eyes, just a temporary break.

ex!satoru who stays over at suguru’s place for a few months, whining every day and night about how he missed being in your arms.

“i miss her,” gojo says as he pets geto’s cat, miyu, while geto himself groans as he cleans his apartment.

“can you at least help out and stop whining like a bitch,” geto says, adjusting the pillows neatly on his couch. this only causes gojo to frown and embrace miyu in a tight hug, nuzzling his face in her soft fur as she tries to get away from his grasp.

“and let go of miyu, she doesn’t want you holding her.”

ex!satoru who continues to send you money, always sending you hundreds and hundreds of dollars for food, shopping, and especially paying for your necessities. he doesn’t care that you work for yourself—you’re still his baby, and he loves spoiling you. his money is your money.

unknown number sent $500! —go get some food, baby~ ♡

unknown number sent $600! —please unblock me on insta

unknown number sent $300! —i love u, mama

ex!satoru who chokes on his breakfast when shoko says you’re going on a date. gojo, never in his life, was speechless, and that really creeped out shoko and geto.

“satoru… are you good?” geto asks concernedly—even miyu jumps on gojo’s lap, sensing a difference in his character.

“yeah, i’m good…” he says calmly, placing down his utensils to pet miyu’s soft fur.

ex!satoru who does a little investigating of who this mysterious man is, finding his identity within ten minutes. he scoffs when he finds his social media—he’s nowhere near as handsome as he is. what do you see in him?

ex!satoru who sits comfortably in the luxurious restaurant where you and the mysterious man planned to go. little did you know, gojo texted the man, telling him that you’re married.

“aiko?” gojo hears a soft voice call as he turns to look at you. your eyes widen when you see gojo. this has to be some kind of joke—he is fucking crazy. you turn around, going back to the entrance, but gojo grabs your wrist.

“no, no, no, baby, please let me talk,” he pleads, and you fold from the way he calls you baby. oh, how you loved and missed the way he called you baby and claimed you as his own.

he guides you to the chair in front of him as he holds your hand, your pretty acrylics grazing his hands. he loved the way you looked well put together, his baby doll.

“my love, i promise to leave you,” he says, rubbing small circles on your hand. your heart pangs at his confession. “i just want to know how you’re doing.”

“i-i miss you so much,” you say. gojo feels like he’s hallucinating at what you just said. “shoko told me you were having a date today, and i felt so jealous—” you stammer, and gojo blinks multiple times, stunned at what you’re saying.

“this guy aiko asked me on a date, and i wanted to make you jealous,” you continue, frowning at being confused with your emotions. but gojo, on the other hand, is putting two and two together.

“give me your phone,” he sternly says. you stare at him in confusion, but you oblige, taking out your phone from your purse and handing it to him. gojo smiles as your lockscreen is still a baby photo of him. he unlocks your phone—the password still the same, his birthday.

“i was meaning to change the lockscreen,” you quickly state, not trying to look like a weirdo in front of him.

gojo goes into your contacts and clicks aiko’s contact information, calling the number. multiple rings go by, and the man on the other line picks up.

“hello—”

“shoko, i know this is you.”

you look at him and your phone in horror. shoko set you guys up by making a fake number to make you go on a date with ‘aiko’ but really you’d be with gojo.

“ahh, did my plan work? both of you kept whining about each other—it was infuriating. i had to do something,” she says on the other line, gojo clearly hearing geto’s giggles in the background.

“don’t ever do this again,” gojo says as he hangs up the phone. the two of you burst out in laughter, but for you, it’s more embarrassing that you were flirting with shoko through texts!

fiancé!satoru who proposed to you a few weeks later, he’s beyond happy to be in the arms of his baby again <3

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[kizzmexoxo]

“Taught to Obey”

PAIRING - L.hs x OF reader x S.jy (Hee & Jake are both brothers)

WARNINGS - Smut, oral sex, unprotected sex, blackmailing, touching, slap (one time), voyeruism, slight dubcon, this is more of hee’s smut scene

WC - 1.7k+

a/n - This is one of my first fic I wrote. This will probably contain a part 2 (spoilers: will prob focus on Jake since this one was hee’s) depending on the outcome of this post. Have a good time reading and remember to separate reality & fiction. Thank you!

Part 2

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You’re a perfect student. Straight A’s, good reputation, everyone knows and loves you. A sweet perfect angel in their eyes. Though, you had a secret of yours. A dark secret no one must know. Somehow, someone discovered that secret of yours. What’s worse is that it’s the brother who you’re tutoring of.

Everything started when you were called by your professor to have a chat.

“Amazing grades as usual, Y/n.” He gives a big smile and pushed up his glasses that was falling off his nose. You give him a smile and nodded as a thank you gesture.

“I have a proposal for you.” He continues, “Would you like to tutor one of my great friend’s kid? He says he was finding someone dependable, and you are very fit for that position.” You were pleased about the idea, even though you did hesitate a little.

He chuckles, “Of course you’re getting paid. My old friend offered $500 per hour. Would you be okay with that?” He looks up at you with expectant eyes while yours widened. “Seriously? Of course I’m taking it!” You say with an excited tone. He chuckles at your reaction. “Alright, you can start tomorrow. I’ll send you the address and details in your email.” You nodded and thanked him once again before taking your leave.

Studying has been always easy for you. So tutoring other people won’t be that hard. You hope.

The next day, you finally arrived at the address your professor sent you. The house was quite bigger than you expected. I mean, the owner offered you $500, of course they would be loaded. You knocked on the wooden door. You waited for a while, yet no response, you rang the doorbell. No response again. You sighed and knocked while ringing the doorbell at the same time, trying to get someone’s attention inside the house.

Finally the door opened, only revealing a tall boy with messy black hair, wearing black hoodie and grey sweatpants with a furious but tired look on his face.

“What do you want?“ he didn’t bat an eye at who he was talking to since he just woke up from a nap. He rubbed his left eye, as soon as he dropped his hand he locked eyes with you. You stare at him awkwardly. “Im a tutor here for..” you looked at your phone, “Jake Sim..” you look up at him, noticing him staring at you with those dark eyes that made you feel nervous.

He looks at you like he’s checking you out. He was. He looked at you up and down before making space for you to enter. You thanked him silently and entered the house. It very modern and spacious.

You turn your head to find out what felt like someone was been piercing the back of your head and noticed how the man who let you in had a seductive look on his face. Or maybe he was just really attractive.

Before you could say anything, the sound of footsteps going down the stairs got your attention. “Sorry! I was taking a shower.” Said a man who looked younger. He came up to you, flashing you a big smile. He looked like a happy dog.

“I’m Jake Sim, you must be the tutor.” You nodded and gave him a smile back. “Y/n Y/l/n.” He nods, “Father isn’t here today but he knows you’re coming. Let’s head up to my room?”

“Alright.” You give him a smile as starts walking up the stairs. Before you could follow him, you felt an arm wrapped around your waist. “Make yourself at home, y/n.” The taller man whispers on your ear after leaving to go up the stairs. What the heck?

You arrived Jake’s room.

He leads you to his table as he sat on the opposite side of you. You sat down and your session has started.

It’s been an hour since getting to know each other and started on a topic he was failing at. You had noticed that in sometimes he gets touchy. Whenever you pass notes or paper to him, he purposely place his palm onto yours before he takes it. Or when he chose to sit beside you and start playing with one of your fingers resting on the table.

You didn’t mind at first since maybe this was his habit. Although his touches were getting intense. His hand now on your thigh, squeezing it slightly as you try to discuss this one equation to him. It just had been less than two hours.

I could feel his hand reaching higher and higher till his pinky finger slightly graze on your mound. That’s when I grab his hand, to stop him.

“Jake. Are you even listening to me?” I lock eyes with him. He still had that innocent look on his face as if he weren’t just about to grasp on my cunt.

He sighs. “I was wondering when you were going to stop me.” He smiles. “I wish you didn’t though.” His hand lowered but was still on my thigh.

“You should stop.” You remove his hand from your thigh. “Last warning, Jaeyun.” He chuckles and accepted his defeat. “Okay don’t be mad. It was just a joke.” He hums and shows a pout. How can you get mad at a face like that.

Minutes have passed. You excused yourself to go to the bathroom. You walked out of Jake’s room and met yourself with a hallway. You proceeded to walk with Jake’s directions.

As you continued to walk down the hallway, you met the taller boy again. He locked eyes with you and showed a smirk.

“You again.” You give him a small smile, walking pass him. “You’re familiar you know.” You paused your tracks. You turned around, seeing already him looking at you. “What do you mean?”

He took a step closer and took out his phone. You were confused what he was doing until he showed it to you. Your OF. Fuck. Your screwed.

You took a step closer trying to grab his phone but he quickly swing it away. “Hey there.”

“What are you trying to do with that?” He chuckles, “What? I haven’t subscribed yet. Should I?” He leans down close to your face. “Don’t show that to anyone.” You got straight to the point.

“Whoah, calm down princess.” He laughs in your face. This was very fun for him. “Who knew the ‘angel’ of the school sells her body like this.”

“Keep your tone down!” You cover his mouth with both your hands, not wanting Jake to hear.

Wait a sec. He knows you? Oh my gosh, how could I not recognize him. Lee Heeseung, the known troublemaker in the campus.

You never knew he had a brother. Though that’s not your concern right now. I gasp. “Heeseung.”

He held your hand to remove it from his mouth,“Took you long enough to recognize me.”

you sighed. “Seriously, heeseung. Don’t show that to anyone.” He scoffs. “Why not? I was planning to show jake.”

You hit his shoulder. “No..! I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

You look up at him before hesitatingly agreeing by nodding.

“I saw how Jake touched you back there.” He suddenly says, stepping forward, our bodies so close to each other.

“I stopped him.”

“Will you stop me too?” He lets wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, closing the gap between your bodies.

“Heeseung-“

“You said anything. Or you want me to show Jake your dirty pictures?”

You kept quiet. Letting him touch you.

“Do you show your little tits in this website?”

You looked away, avoiding his eyes and questions. That didn’t last long as he grab your chin to make you face him.

“Answer me.”

You nodded, embarrassed.

“Can you show me too?” He says breathlessly.

I look up at him again, noticing his dark eyes, craving for lust.

“Come on.” He grinds his body to yours.

“Show me and I’ll keep it a secret. Both your account and now.”

You sigh in defeat, nodding.

That’s how you ended up on Lee Heeseung’s bedroom, your legs spread out, your hand covering your mouth to avoid making loud moans. You glance down, the sigh of his messy black hair and his face digging into your wet cunt.

You whimper from his licks and kisses all over your cunt and your inner thighs.

“This taste so good.” He says before diving back in again. You can feel his warm tongue inside your cunt. His tongue pushing back and forth your entrance and swirling.

He teases you by giving a kiss onto your clit then sucking onto it. You moan

You wonder how many minutes have past. Jake is probably looking for you already. “Hee..” You whimper. “Jake is probably looking for m-me.. that’s enough..”

He looks up and chuckled. “I haven’t even fucked you yet. Now you want to leave?”

He suddenly turned you around, your face in his pillows and your ass raised up with your back arching. He gives your ass a slap. You let out a muffled scream against the pillows.

You can feel his tip, rubbing it up and down into your wet slit. “Going to fuck this pussy real good.”

He slid it in, he groans at your walls clenching into his dick. You let out a gasp after he pulls it out and rams in back in. You grip his dark grey sheets as he continues to thrust his hips faster.

His head rolls back while he continues pounding, hitting your cervix. Both of his hands gripped on your hips, making his dick slide even deeper.

Not even an hour in, the room was already filled with pants, heavy breathing, and moans. You wonder if Jake could hear you from his room. You were scared to get caught, but it was thrilling.

“Heeseung! Please hurry.. i still have to tutor your brother.”

“Step brother.” He thrusts faster. “And he can wait.”

It connected. Their last names weren’t the same, yet? You had no time to think about that as he fucks you like an animal. You let out a pained moan, but you were feeling good. Really good.

So good that you didn’t realize Jake watching the whole entire time. His eyes glued to you. Fuck you were so hot getting rammed like that. He wished he was in Heeseung’s place right now.

Heeseung glanced on his side, seeing his brother, step brother rather, peeking through his door. He gives him a smirk and continued to thrust into you harder.

“S-slow down..!” You whine. He looks down at you, sliding his palm behind the back of your neck and brought you closer to his face, giving you a kiss. He slides his tongue inside you as he thrusts into you, reaching his limit.

Finally, he lets it out. Your walls painted white by his cum. You moan gasp one more time while your legs shivering from the sensation. He lets go of your neck and leans back to enjoy the pleasant view in front of him. He wanted to go for round two.

He looks back to his door to find Jake gone. He scoffs and ran his sweaty hair with his hand as he turned to look at you again, fully blissed out.

You pant and took a glance at him, already looking at you. He brought his face close to you, his palm on the side of his face and gave you another kiss. “Let’s do this again, yeah?”

“You don’t want me spreading that little secret of yours.”

You stare at him, disheveled. What will you do now?

[itoshiexx]

when you call them "husband" - part 2

how the blue lock boyfriends react when you call them "husband" - part 2

pairings: itoshi rin, michael kaiser, mikage reo x fem!reader (no descriptions tho, just the words "wife" on rin's part) (separate) | warnings: established relationship, fluff, lovesick boys

notes: I'M ALIVE! i cant believe how long it's been since i had time/energy/creativity to write something, ohmy goddddddd. i'm so sorry for all the time it took to post this, but i wanna ty all so much for all the love on part 1 and all the requests for part 2! hopefully this will meet your expectations ♥ as always, i went a lil' overboard with rin's part. enjoy!

part 1 / masterlist

ITOSHI RIN

rin was not a fan of social media. it was clear with the way his instagram only had 8 pictures despite being years since his career started, and even more so by the fact he had no other social media besides that. if he wasn’t so famous, people would say itoshi rin was a ghost or some artificial intelligence invention. 

it was one of the reasons people were very shocked when he started dating you, an influencer with millions of followers on every platform. rin was a private person, and you… well, you shared your life on the internet for everyone to see. to say you were polar opposites was an understatement.

however, you never forced your boyfriend to appear in any of your socials, only recording things for your own fun and memories and posting only what he allowed. rin was glad for that. he didn’t mind doing dumb things with you to see you smile, as long as the rest of the world couldn’t see how whipped he was for you.

also, you were kind of glad the professional athlete was so unaware of social media, because it meant you could do a lot of tiktok trends without the risk of him already knowing what was coming — which made everything more satisfying. 

and the trend you chose that day was especially good.

“hey everyone, it’s y/n here!” you chirped, waving your hands in front of your phone. however, you were actually recording rin, who was at the other side waiting for your sign to appear on the screen.

you continued speaking. “today i have a very special guest, who i’m sure you’re all very familiar with.” you gave the camera a little cheeky wink, and your boyfriend rolled his eyes with all your theatrics. “please welcome itoshi rin, my handsome husband!”

rin gave a step forward to start his way to you, but suddenly, his whole body froze, brows furrowing in what you could only call utmost confusion. silence took over the room for what felt like an eternity, and you had to suppress your laugh seeing the imaginary ‘loading’ wheel on his head.

rin.exe stopped working.

“baby?” you decided to intervene, honestly a little scared of how immobile rin was.

“you— i’m— did you just— did we—”

you could no longer hold your laughter, and rin’s favorite melody echoing through the walls of your shared apartment was probably what snapped him out of his trance. he immediately scowled and crossed his arms, cheeks burning red from his pathetic stutter.

“i am never doing these dumb videos with you again.”

“no, no, i’m sorry!” your giggles kept going, and you approached your pouty boyfriend, squishing his cheeks between your hands. the smooch you gave him was almost enough to make him melt. almost. rin still had some self respect.

he also didn’t want to admit how abnormally fast his stone heart was beating with the mere thought of being referred to as your husband — and, even better, referring to you as his wife. 

fuck. that certainly did make him feel lots of things. those stupid butterflies that were born the minute you met were roaming freely in his stomach, soaring with all the love he had harbored just for you. 

“i’m sorry, baby,” you said again, smiling like you swallowed the sun and all things good in this world. you might as well have. how else could rin explain the way you were his everything? “it was a prank i saw on tiktok.”

he arched his eyebrow, arms uncrossing to put his hands on your waist. “oh? so you don’t want me to be your husband?”

the itoshi was satisfied to see you flushing this time. “i— w-well, you see…”

and then you started rambling, just like you did every time something made you nervous. and rin could only look at you as if nothing else was worth looking at, because really, to him, it wasn’t. 

…well, maybe the sight of you walking down the aisle would get the cake. he might have to find out soon. 

MICHAEL KAISER

once you started dating bastard munchen’s star, michael kaiser, it was natural to have his world collide with yours. everything from football to blue hair dye to weird sleeping habits became a part of you as well, and you nourished every expanse of your world his presence alone was able to give.

your favorite part, besides learning all of him — his little habits, quirks and love languages that seemed to be crafted solely for you — was definitely immersing yourself in his culture. germany always seemed distant and quite detached from your life, and you loved to learn new things from different perspectives. 

food, traditions, language… michael loved teaching you things, giddy and secretly grateful for your excitement. it was his sparkly eyes that prompted you to learn a few things by yourself to surprise him and make him happy. 

the tiktok trend was just a nice coincidence. 

you phone was hidden on the kitchen balcony, camera recording and waiting for the moment your boyfriend would arrive in your shared apartment. luckily, kaiser was very punctual, and you didn’t have to wait much longer.

“liebling, i’m home!” you heard him scream from the front door, and you giggled to yourself, pretending to be busy chopping vegetables for dinner. 

you waited for his footsteps to near where you were, and, as soon as you felt he entered the camera frame, you answered:

“welcome home, ehemann!”

you didn’t have to turn around to see the way kaiser completely froze; arms stopping just before reaching your waist as if your figure was an illusion created by his tired mind. you fought hard to suppress your grin.

“what… did you say…?” his voice was low and uncertain, but there was no annoyance in it; just pure confusion. 

turning your head around to finally look at him, you were pleased to find your mikka with rosy cheeks and a bashful expression, so extremely unusual for a guy like him you couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter on your chest. 

you gave him your best innocent look. “huh? isn’t that how you say boyfriend?”

“i-it’s husband, liebe. you called me husband,” his tone was still incredulous, and this time, you couldn’t keep your smile off your face. 

“oh, did i?”

your countenance seemed to finally snap him out of his trance, and michael’s eyebrows shot up, scoffing slightly — albeit still endearingly. his arms circled your waist and he pressed a kiss on the side of your neck. 

“how mean of you, baby. playing with my heart like that.” he trailed more kisses on your neck and jaw, making you squirm. “you tryin’ to kill me or something?”

you giggled again, both from the ticklish kisses he was giving you and the huge amount of love you had harbored just for him. “of course not, baby. i need you alive to make you my husband,” you jested.

“oh, yeah? you wanna make me your husband?”

“yes.” you shifted, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek. kaiser hugged you a little tighter, feeling something fuzzy inside his chest. “is that a problem?”

“never,” he answered immediately. because it was true.

boyfriend, fiancé, partner, husband… michael didn’t mind what title would be bestowed to him — as long as he could keep being yours.

MIKAGE REO

being the heir of one of the biggest corporations of the country and a professional football player made your boyfriend’s schedule pretty busy. therefore, thursdays like these, where you and him could have a nice walk around the park under the warm sunlight, hand in hand, were extremely rare — hence why they were so appreciated.

reo knew how much his frenetic agenda was a hard toll on your relationship, affecting both of you with distance, longing and short periods of time together. and, well, everyone knew how much of a goner he was for you, so it wasn’t surprising to see him give in whatever spare time he had in his hands — even going as far as making such time exist if there wasn’t any — to be with you for as long as he possibly could.

how could he deny your pretty little eyes pleading to have a stroll in the park with him ‘just for a few minutes?’

god, you were so selfless. he wanted to give you all of his minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years. and for all that’s worth, reo would never deny you of such a thing — he’d rather shoot himself than make you think you weren’t loved with every fiber of his being.

the weather was nice; a gentle breeze kissing both of your faces and making everything more pleasant. you were both chatting and appreciating the calm environment when you spotted an old lady a few feet ahead, selling different colored roses for the passersby. a smile was etched onto your lips, and you impulsively let go of reo’s hand to run towards her. 

“why hello, dear. would you like to buy a rose?”

your boyfriend watched you beam to the lady and slowly approached you, though still keeping his distance and trying hard not to intervene and buy all the roses for you. 

“yes, please! a red one would be perfect.”

“oh, who will you give it to?” asked the woman, already taking one flower from the bunch to hand it to you. 

your smile became slightly more bashful, “it’s for my husband!”

and fuck, if reo wasn’t already completely in love with you and thoroughly believed you were his soulmate until then, he certainly would after that very moment. he could feel his cheeks burning and his tongue rolling inside his mouth with how speechless he became. his heart soared with your words, excitement coursing through his veins with a love so overwhelming he nearly fell on his knees right there. 

heavens, he loved you so fucking much. and you made him realize it was about time he proved it to you (once again).

his hands easily found his phone in his pocket, and a quick call to the jewelry store was made while you busied yourself with paying for the flower. reo couldn’t stop smiling like a lovesick fool, but he didn’t mind.

“hey, mr. fuji, it’s mikage! you know, i think it’s time for that visit i mentioned a while ago…”

he might not fall to his knees right there, but he would drop at one knee very soon.

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─── ★ POST NNN CLARITY !

synopsis — the month is over, and so is the challenge. but gojo and geto both treat you so differently from each other.

pairing — gojo, geto [separate] x reader

cw — mdni, pwp, choking, praise kinks, finger sucking, implied oral (m receiving), breeding, edging, overstim, nicknames (sweetheart, dolly, baby)

── GOJO SATORU

“Fucking— hell—”

The room was littered with clothes, takeout and boxes all around the floor. The clock showed around one. The darkness could be seen through the open window, and the neighbours could probably hear everything through it as well. Though you didn’t seem to care — or rather, you couldn’t.

Gojo’s hips were snapping into yours at a rapid pace, and the speed, the technique, the sounds — there was nothing else you could focus on.

“Waited all month, sweetheart,” Gojo bit on your shoulder, and your hands went up to your mouth immediately. “Might’ve tried to touch myself in the middle of it too. But you know I can’t cum without you.” His chest touched yours, and one of his hands went to your breast to fondle it, while the other held your hip in place. His fingers pinched your nipple, and you moaned.

“‘toru—”

“Tried telling you too,” he cut you off, tongue glossing around the other bud. “But you wouldn’t listen.” At this, he bit the nipple nearest to him, as if to punish you for not listening. You groaned loudly, trying to push his head away from your chest, but he stayed where he was. Instead, his hands came up from your hips and breast to hold yours in place.

“Satoru—” He pushed his fingers inside your mouth to shut you up.

“But of course,” he continued like nothing happened, “you were worth the wait, pretty.” Gojo leaned in to plant wet kisses on your cheek. “Fuck, not gonna stop any time soon, baby. You’re—” thrust— “fucking—” thrust— “incredible.”

“Come here.” With that, he took the fingers out of your mouth and licked them one by one, slowly and steadily. He grabbed you by your hips once more to bring you back towards him. You felt your skin pulling against his hot body, soft and rough at the same time. He pulled his cock out of you just to make you lick it clean, making you swallow some of his cum from when he had already released some time ago along with your own juices.

His chest rubbed against your nipples again as his cock teased you. Your nails dug into his shoulders, trying desperately to move on him in any way possible, despite his power being stronger than yours.

And then, with one quick thrust, he finally shoved himself inside you completely. A satisfied sigh escaped his lips. “Needed me?” Gojo's voice spoke from beneath his breath. “‘Cause I needed you bad, pretty.”

His rhythm picked up rapidly, and you held onto him tightly as your bodies collided. “Fuck— so fucking tight…” You found yourself holding on tighter as a wave crashed down upon you.

“Fuck— go slow, please!” You cried, feeling your legs tremble uncontrollably, but he simply laughed into your face.

“S-slow?” he cooed. “You want it slow, baby?”

Your hands shook underneath his, and he paused for a moment to let you catch your breath. Before you could realize it, however, he began to move again, this time somehow even more desperately. Each thrust of his seemed like an eternal promise to please you, to fuck himself senseless with you.

“N-no one could fuck me like this but you, dolly,” he whimpered in you ear, and you shut your eyes tightly, not being able to form a coherent response. Your mind was hazy with pleasure as he kept pounding into you. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he drove deeper, hitting all the right spots.

Then he slowed down again, burying his face into your neck as if to hug you, and stroking your hair with surprising tenderness. You were partly surprised, but mostly relieved by it.

“Baby?” he mumbled into your hair. “I… I love you… so so much.” Then he detached your hips and thrust hard inside again. All night long, he kept this up, driving you to the brink of your orgasm again and again, only to pull back and start all over.

“S-still want me to go slow, eh?”

“N-no! No, please don’t! Faster!” you pleaded.

“I know, I know,” he groaned, a hand on your neck. “W-want you too, baby. Want to f-feel you come on me. Please, p-please—”You gripped the sheets under you tighter when he hit the right fucking spot, and your toes curled, your back arching, practically begging to get attention from him on your nipples again. And on and on he kept going, kept sucking on your tits, kept humping and out, kept begging you to release, and then kept denying it to you. It was like a cycle of never-ending pleasure, and god did you hope it never ended.

Faster. Harder. Nothing mattered, just for him to keep going faster and harder until suddenly your leg twitched in the air. Gojo threw both of your legs onto each shoulder of his. A feeling like an electric current jolted between them.

The tension made you cry out. “Fuck,” Gojo said as he pumped his dick inside you, “w-watchin’ my girl for four fucking weeks without touching her— god, baby, you wore that skirt without panties for this, right? To get like this?” He pushed inside you harder.

Your eyelids fluttered and jaw dropped, and you moaned so loud you thought you might’ve brought some of the wall down with you. In fact, you didn’t think anything would ever work properly again.

Except your breathing probably, and maybe the tip of your tongue as well, because he had pulled his wet cock out of you and stuffed it in your mouth now, eyes glinting. “Day twelve’s done. Day thirteen now, baby. Don’t disappoint me, come on.”

── GETO SUGURU

“God, I love you.”

You had been pleasantly surprised when Geto had taken a week off his missions to, in his words, “spend time with you, my lovely girlfriend”. Now, you just wished you would come out of this alive. He was rutting into you at a sensual pace, as if edging himself just as he had been doing to you for the fifth time now.

He pushed your sweaty hair away from your face, his own dark hair covering his emotionless eyes. “I’ve missed you so so fucking much, baby,” he nuzzled into the crook of your shoulder. He was enthralled by every inch of you.

Geto panted into your ear, and by that sound alone you could feel yourself getting close. He felt so good inside your body, especially during these past few weeks since he had been ignoring any and every seduction method you tried.

In fact, all he did was be selfish, he thought. When you would go out of your way to please him by wearing such pretty dresses, who was he to deny you the pleasure you asked for — and deserved? This gave him more reason than not to continue holding you tight against the bed and pushing himself deeper inside your scorching pussy.

You could feel yourself being edged up to the brink just to be brought down by him again. Throughout the two hours he had had you for, he had only let you come twice, while he himself had done so more. How selfish. 

“I'm going to cum in you now, pretty. Get ready.” He huffed, digging his fingers in your thick blonde locks. “Fuck,” he groaned.

“Again?? Ah!” You yelped, involuntarily clenching around him.

“Yeah, so what?” he muttered, wincing a bit at how tight you were but not slowing down his fast pace. 

“I’m gonna end up pregnant!” You cried.

“So?” Geto replied, finishing his sentence after his third orgasm had happened. Just like, it seemed, he had been planning on doing it all along. “And besides, it’s not like you’re gonna be able to walk for a good whole week after I’m done with you, doll. Might as well make it nine months, hm?”

“Gonna breed you so well, love,” Geto groaned in your ear, and the feeling of his dick pulsing hot and needy in your cunt amplified. “Ooh, I wonder how you’ll look with my baby inside you dolly. Prettier than you do now, I’m sure. Fuck, can’t imagine.”

“Gonna breed you so well, love,” Geto groaned in your ear, and the feeling of his dick pulsing hot and needy in your cunt amplified. “Ooh, I wonder how you’ll look with my baby inside you dolly. Prettier than you do now, I’m sure. Fuck, can’t imagine.”

Soon enough, your brain fell out and into bliss from how much of his cum your pussy had swallowed by then, releasing yet another flood of your own fluids. “Came without warning? Fine, I’m letting you off the hook this time” He chuckled. “Not again though.”

“I wanna come too!” You cried loudly.

“Oh you wanna come, dolly?” He mocked, and then continued plowing in and out of you, building back his pace. “You gotta wait for it…”

You tried to, you really did. But it didn’t help that he was hitting all the right places, all the good spots, whether knowingly or unknowingly — but that didn’t matter. He felt good — so good, in fact, that you couldn’t bring yourself to understand whatever the fuck he was saying right now.

“I know you’ve suffered this whole month too without me, haven’t you? Who else can fuck you so well, hm?” Geto groaned. “All this time that I haven’t been paying attention to this pretty pussy, fuck me, it’s all my fault — a stupid bet to Satoru,” he increased his pace again. “But now we’re here, right? The month is over, and I can’t control myself anymore, dolly.”

You couldn’t help but thrust your hips back up at him in response, greedy for all he offered.  Because yeah, you wanted more, actually. You needed him more. Your nails scratched at the sheets. “Sugu—” you whined, grinding your clit into his pelvis.

“Can you say that again for me, baby? Please,” he begged. He begged. And God, did you have to relent when he said it that way. So you said his name again. And again. And again. As many times he wanted you to. Because he hadn’t heard you say it this way in so long, and he was now going crazy over it.

It was really nice to have Geto take a week off his missions to “spend time with you”. But now, you wondered if the entire week would be spent in the bed, in the shower, and on the kitchen counter.

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Waiting After The Rain

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Pairing: ot8!stray kids x pregnant omega!reader

Synopsis: An omega pregnant and alone after being kicked out by their alpha stumbles upon a pack willing to take them in and care for both the omega and their pup as if they were their own, because now they are.

Genre: strangers to lovers, angsty but lots of fluff to even it out.

Warnings: a/b/o, past abuse physical and verbal, past sexual abuse(mentions of past non-con), mentions of past violence, trauma, self esteem issues, pregnancy, aftermath of abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, pack dynamics, angst but it will be okay, polyamory

A/N: ah this is my first time writing and posting a multipart fan fiction in years, it feels so nice to be back! I hope you enjoy this, please be kind <3

It’s cold. You need to get warm. It wasn’t this cold last night, It’s only your second night being homeless and you’re already failing. You thought this coat would be enough when you ran out of the house away from the heated alpha, but alas, it was quite chilly this October night.

You continued to walk through the suburban streets as the houses became more and more separated, trying your best to stay in residential areas, the city wasn’t safe and the forests surely weren’t either. You laugh at the thought, nowhere outside is safe for a pregnant omega. A different kind of chill ran through your body when the smell hit your nose, alpha. Placing a protective hand on the curve of your stomach that was barely visible you whipped your head around looking for the alpha, You found him jogging up the street, coming towards you. Your hands began to shake fear flowing through your veins, you knew he would smell it on you. Before you could even decide if you should even try and run, he caught up to you and made a hard stop maybe six feet away from you.

“Are you okay?” his voice made me go still. Find your words. You have to say something, you can’t upset another alpha, lord knows if you’d make it out of this one alive.

“Yes. Just walking.” You nod and keep your head down trying not to make eye contact and offend the alpha.

“Doesn’t smell like it.” fuck, you think, you should of grabbed scent blockers. The alpha pauses for a moment before taking a step forward causing alarm bells to go off in your head and you jolt backwards. He puts his hands up and stops walking.

“I won’t hurt you. Do you have a pack? Can I call someone for you?” You don’t smell any malice on him but his words feel like a punch to the gut.

“N- No. You can go.” you whimper out, hoping the alpha will move on so you can go find a place to sleep tonight, and maybe cry.

“I can smell that you’re pregnant, you don’t have a mate?” the alpha looks genuinely shocked and you look at him pitifully.

“No, and if you’re going to hurt me please don’t, I may not have a mate but I want to keep my pup safe, please leave us alone.” you whimper out again taking a step back. The alpha’s scent which moments ago smelled like a warm fireplace now smelled burned, it was the smell of anger. At you?

“I would never hurt you or your pup. Omegas are meant to be protected. Do you need help? Are you homeless? I can call my pack alpha, I know he’ll let you come stay with us while we figure out how to help you.” Your mouth opens and closes before you shake your head aggressively, This was a trap.

“Well I can’t leave you alone out here.” he alpha pulls out his phone and makes a phone call, You hear him talking to a male voice before he hands the phone to you, In an effort not to upset him further you take it.

“Hi there, I’m Chan, I’m the pack alpha. Can you tell me your name?” a sweet voice spoke over the phone and it almost made you feel safe, but you quickly remembered how alphas can’t be trusted and that thought disappeared.

“Y/N.” If you all weren’t wolves nobody would have heard you, that's how quiet you spoke, afraid that any noise you made would trigger the alphas.

“Okay Y/N, Changbin was telling me about how you’re an omega carrying a pup all alone out there, that’s not safe yeah? I have a big pack house with some extra rooms, Can Changbin take you here? It’s right up the street from where you are right now. We have four alphas, two betas, and two omegas, everyone would be more than willing to welcome you even just temporarily.” Chan’s voice remained leveled and sweet, you thought deeply for a moment, a protective hand remained on your stomach, if the alphas were going to hurt you they were going to do it regardless if you went to their pack house or not, but if they didn’t want to hurt you, getting out of the cold would be good for your baby. You had to do this for your pup.

“Okay,” you mumbled weakly, handing the phone back to who you now know as Changbin. He spoke into the phone with a gentle smile before hanging up.

“Just follow me, it’s right up the block.”

You did as you were told and that’s how you found yourself walking behind Changbin into what you presumed was their pack house. You were immediately hit by so many smells but only saw two new faces.

“Hi Y/N, I’m Chan. We spoke on the phone, and this.” he gestured towards the blonde omega standing next to him. “is Felix.”

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N, I’m here so you can have an omega around for comfort, if you want the alphas to leave say the word” the omega spoke and gave the brightest smile you had ever seen but you shook your head no, omegas aren’t allowed to tell alphas what to do.

“You can meet the rest of the pack tomorrow, Why don’t we take you up to where you’ll be sleeping tonight?” Felix smiled and led you upstairs to a room, which was well decorated but basic. A guest room. Felix gestured for you to take a seat on the bed, taking a seat next to you.

“Do you want to talk about what happened? You don’t have to but it would help us know how we can help you.” Felix placed a gentle hand on your leg and for once you didn’t flinch at someone’s touch, Instinctively you knew you were safe with Felix at least. So you nod, willing to speak not only for Felix but also to not upset his alphas and get him in trouble.

“I come from a family that is very, uh how do I say this? Primal? We didn’t come from money or anything but they were very conservative. All of the subgenders have their place and you don’t stray from that. When I presented, they sent me off with their friend’s alpha son, It was fine at first but I think he was just trying to butter me up.” You took a deep breath, the scent in the room was sour and it wasn’t just your own scent either. “I would upset him and he’d toss me around, some slaps here and there to put me in my place. He- he got me pregnant about two and a half months ago. Yesterday he found out because he saw me looking in the mirror caressing my stomach when I thought he was asleep. He obviously wants kids because that’s what we are made for but he didn’t want kids this young so he was angry at me for conceiving. After a few hits he- he kicked me out. I haven’t tried to go back yet but I’m sure if I can just talk to him I can fix this.”

You didn’t even realize tears were streaming down your face until Felix gently took his thumb and wiped them away. You looked up and saw tears in his own eyes as he pulled you into his chest.

“You’re not going back.” You pulled your head from Felix’s chest and whipped your head around to see two furious alphas, spiking fear in your chest.

“Guys calm down, you’re scaring her.” Felix took your hand gently, squeezing it.

“I’m sorry. Fuck- I just can’t believe an alpha would treat an omega like that, especially one carrying his pup! I can’t let you go back there.” Chan ran a hand through his hair.

“I- I can’t stay with you guys. You’re a pack! I’m already pregnant with another alpha’s baby. You don’t want me, I’m used goods. I can’t get rid of my baby.” you spoke with panic laced in your voice.

“Woah, woah, woah, who said anything about getting rid of the baby?” Changbin spoke up, confused by your words.

“Alphas don’t take care of another alpha’s babies, especially not ones that aren’t in their pack. If I joined you guys I would have to get rid of my pup!” You cried as Felix gasped and rubbed your back for comfort.

“No. Absolutely not. That’s bullshit. I don’t know what kind of alphas you’ve known but me the alphas in my pack aren’t like that. You don’t have to join my pack, we will never force you to do anything you don’t want to, but if you choose to, we will take care of you and your pup, all of us, your pup will automatically be family as well.” Chan spoke assertively and it almost convinced you but you knew the effects an alpha voice had on omegas, that was simply biology making you think that way. You know how you grew up, it’s all you know actually.

“I can’t, I have to go, I have to go back home, oh he’s going to be so pissed I didn’t come back last night, he’s probably looking for me right? I’m his, I have his baby.” Fresh tears roll down your face while you panic again. You run a hand through your hair before trying to get up to leave before the most intoxicating scent hits your nostrils making you sit back down.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted you to calm down a bit. Your panicking isn’t good for the baby, yeah?” Felix speaks softly while taking your hand into his once again continuing to push out his calming omega scent.

You take a deep breath, the room suddenly too hot making you remember you still have your coat on. You keep your head down and fidget with the hem of the coat, unsure how to proceed with all this.

“Why don’t you take your coat off and get comfy? Do you want a change of clothes? Changbin hyung, go grab something from my dresser!” Upon Felix’s request Changbin leaves no questions asked, You look up at the door and then back at Felix shocked, You’d never been able to ask your alpha for anything like that, The scene broke your heart just a little. Before you could overthink it Felix helped you take off the coat only to gasp once he saw your arms littered with bruises, something you rarely even thought about was causing him enough distress to sour his smell again.

“Yeah no you’re definitely not going back there.” Chan huffed. “Is there more?” He asked with urgency, making you flinch.

“Not a lot, I promise. Most of these are from last night when he found out about the baby.” You lower your head thoroughly embarrassed that this alpha now knew how bad of an omega you were. Before anyone could speak again Changbin returned, For a moment his eyes lingered on your arms before silently handing the clothes to Chan and leaving the room, taking his burnt firewood scent with him.

“Okay, may I stay here and help you get changed? I’d like to check your other bruises and potential injuries.” Felix gave you a big smile before speaking again. “I believe Chan would like to stay as well, but of course you can always say no, never forget that.” Felix took your hands and looked into your eyes waiting for an answer, You tried to give a nod in response but Chan’s voice cut through the heavy silence.

“We need words, please. We don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to. We won’t do anything without your explicit consent okay?” For the first time, you looked Chan in the eyes, and for a moment you felt a tug in your heart. Shaking it off you answered. “Yes, you can both stay.” You speak firmly, almost trying to convince yourself as well. Chan stays in place while Felix begins to help you take the clothes off. A gasp escapes his pink lips once more, he runs a hand over your delicate skin like you’d break even under his soft omega touch. His hand travels over a particularly fresh bruise on your upper arm causing you to flinch and whine, this in turn causes him to start crying.

“I’m sorry, fuck, I am so sorry this happened to you. Nobody deserves this okay? Please let us prove that to you.” Felix whimpered as he looked over your bruises checking for anything that may need extra care. You were at a loss for words, you can’t trust this pack. Everything in your body is screaming at you to go back to your house and try and fix things with your alpha, you can’t keep his baby from him, can you? Was he even looking for you? A small voice cuts through your rapid thoughts, your omega. Pack. No. No no no. This is not your pack, this will never be your pack, don’t get your hopes up like that, think about your baby, you have to protect your baby. Your thoughts are once again cut off by Felix’s trembling voice again now that you are fully dressed in Felix’s clothes.

“So, your bruises seem to be as okay as they can be, I can’t see any other injuries so that’s good! Have you been to a doctor yet?” You put your head down in shame, you were a horrible parent already.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. He was in charge of all of my health stuff and he kept strict tabs on me. I haven't been able to go to a doctor.” you cried out in what felt like a plea with yourself to be better.

“Oh sweetheart, don’t cry. We will get you set up with a doctor’s appointment this week. When we said we would take care of you both we meant that okay? No more crying, it’s not your fault.” Felix rubbed a gentle hand against your back and led you into bed.

“I think that’s enough for tonight, Chan is going to go to bed now right Chan hyung? Would you like me to stay with you? I’ll keep all the alphas away.” Felix ran his finger through your hair as he shooed Chan out of the room.

“Goodnight Y/N. We will figure this out tomorrow.” Chan leaves with a gentle nod leaving you to answer Felix.

“Can you stay?” you look up at Felix with wet puffy eyes, a look in your eyes that Felix could only describe as broken and pleading.

“Of course sweetheart. Anything for you.” Felix shuts off the light and makes his way under the covers next to you. His instincts are telling him to hold you close and scent you, make sure you know you are safe here with him, but he doesn’t push, no he would never. You both lay in bed separately, Felix trying his best to keep a watchful eye on you without you noticing, waiting for the signs of your sleeping form before retreating to his own dreamland.

[changeling-droneco]

Hi I'm that person who made the original post about "no doesn mean no" when a small bit of the mr beast company document was leaked, well, now we have the full document (thanks rosanna) so I'm going to go over it. Please note I am not a lawyer or a business man, I'm in college for psychology, so I might misunderstand some things or make the wrong conclusion. However, if this is a document made for the average mr. beast employee, if I cannot understand it properly, then im sure some employees also struggled

First of all, the opening paragraph. Like I get it's supposed to be like, to put people at ease, but

This is so strange? Like, first of all, this is your EMPLOYEE MANUAL, you should have run it through like, a spell check? Or had someone edit it? This is already incredibly unprofessional. Also the promising of a thousand dollars if you pass a quiz on it? It's bizarre and I'd love to see if it's an actual quiz.

Jimmy, hun, please god get an editor for this you're already trying my patience.

YOU SHOULD, you genuinely should, while interconnected these are all COMPLETELY different jobs, if you think you could write a separate manual for each branch you SHOULD

I'm sure I'm about to get an answer but what the fuck is the best YOUTUBE video then? If it's not comedy, its not production, its not quality, its not look, then what the hell is left? (monetization, it's monetization)

First of all, Jimmy, why are you using internet lingo in this, it's not a text message, this is not a place for, idc, and lol, and not capitalizing your headers correctly??? Also like I said, he's chasing trends for monetization, and also he's just wrong, there are plenty of hollywood level shows and the like on youtube. You fully admit you do not care about trends and actively rush things?

This is just fucked??? Like of COURSE IT MATTERS??? Results based company is bullshit, your employees that worked for five weeks and failed aren't "lesser" then James, it's a structural failure! They still worked for HOURS to try and succeed?? That shows merit and loyalty??? What the fuck???

Rosanna covers this one in her video but it's worth restating that this is FUCKED??? It's clear overwork "your job is your family" culture. Especially the use of the word obsessive? If you do not OBSESS over your work, you are considered poisonous. NO WONDER we have so many reports of employees doing things they feel is dangerous or unsafe, if they don't they're considered POISON to the company.

The formatting in this doc continues to fucking kill me, what are you DOING man GET AN EDITOR

This feels like such an easy fix of just...make the thumbnail after the fact? Or only make a rough draft of one first? Like if production makes a red bouncy castle instead of a yellow one, that feels like an easy fix to the thumbnail OR a communication error, and again, that's on management

A lot of the next stuff is like analytics stuff that for the most part I can't really speak on as someone who does not do any of this stuff. There are a few things though

Which like???? what??? a lull??? what do you mean "watching a video without even realizing they are watching a video??" That doesn't scream good or even mediocre content to me. If I'm actively tuning out as I watch a video, that's bad. Especially because there have been plenty of times I've been like half way through a video i go "hey this sucks actually" and click off. They actively want their audience to not be paying attention to the video so it runs all the way through, that's kinda pathetic.

I don't actually know if this is common or not in this industry, but as an outsider this seems INCREDIBLY micromanaging to me, to an immense degree.

Jimmy why are you putting swears in your employee manual?? sir??? and also something about this whole thing icks me out, I don't quite have the words but the whole emphasis on "im different im special no one else can be me" just reeks of something kind of manipulative

Why is production changing so much Jimmy??? Infinite growth is the mindset of a cancer cell Jimmy! This is incredibly unstable working conditions! Also again with the word obsession, if you take time out of your own day on your own time to watch hulu, that's seen as not being obsessed enough for the company. This is nonsensical!

Again, this is INSANELY micromanaging, and also so fucking unhinged??? "God himself couldn't stop you from making this video on time" is NOT a healthy work mindset, things HAPPEN!!!

In this segment he's actually talking normal things but I did just want to highlight his use of "freaken" who the hell puts that in an EMPLOYEE MANUEL

Again with the micromanaging, and the immense pressure on employees for problems OTHER people do. While he's not fully wrong that you should be in more contact with the contractor then the example, this is too much in the other direction. How much time in the day does he think people have?!

My kingdom for a fucking paragraph break dude, my fucking eyes. Also this is a lot of "im so great and do everything and you should do more for me and if i dont know something that's your fault" for something titled "I am not always right"

I'm getting lazy with my highlighting, but again, the micromanaging? If you're SOOO busy, the first question should be the ideal? it's quick and makes a quick decision, while the second one meanders and meanders

Again, Jimmy is pushing blame for HIS mistakes on OTHER PEOPLE. For again, a section called "i am not always right" hes taking NO accountability for that and just making the SAME excuses he's berating in other places.

I can't even tell what he means here AN EDITOR JIMMY

Autism Hell tm, PLEASE email me so I can DOUBLE CHECK IT, things in writing are SO useful

Again the language towards "C-Players" which as mr beast has said, are the people who y'know, are NORMAL employees who DON'T live and breathe this company

Okay first of all, a Lamborghini is like 300k so that's already A REALLY hard task, and i sure hope don't usually put typos in the tasks. SECOND of all the fact he thinks its okay to go "hey if the studio is literally on fire around you and you stop working to get the Lamborghini, you're not doing good enough" even if he claims it as a joke is NOT OKAY what the FUCK

We've covered this before, but to reiterate this segment is named after a sexual assault reference when it could have been named ANYTHING ELSE and harasses employees and pressures them to break rules, don't do that.

I'm not an editor, so maybe this is normal, but as someone from the outside it seems strange to put this much emphasis on dividing focus between so many videos at once.

Jimmy, hun, are you paying extra for this? Because if I'm an editor and you want me FILMING stuff then i want to be paid more for doing TWO jobs and I probably still wont be as skilled a TRAINED CAMERA MAN

First of all now THAT'S a type, consteatants. Also the fact they are aware that leaving contestants out in the sun is bad, why are you not doing MORE TO STOP IT BEYOND "hey maybe giving them three hours of heatstroke is bad, try only two next time"

Don't we love favoritism, more shitty unprofessional writings, and a completely unstable work environment?

If your people have to pull all nighters period something is wrong, and if something happens to an employees car that could have seriously hurt someone, i sure hope you care more then just "LOL FUNNY" Who's picking up the broken glass? Who's reimbursing the car owner? That one meme of "your first care should be commitment to the bit" is a MEME jimmy, it's not ACTUAL ADVICE

Ah shit I hit image limit, well, you've seen enough screenshots to know these are screenshots, we're almost done I'll put them in as quotes

"Let’s say you are tasked with finding us a castle to live in for 50 hours and while doing research you find a castle and a number to call for the owner. So you do call, and he answers. Only problem is he says he quit the castle renting business to pursue his dream of building a 100 foot tall lego catapult. You can obviously tell where i’m going with this. Ideally you’d recognize that’s badass as fuck and try to convince him to let us use it when we do find a castle. This is a bad example because it’s so obvious but if you’re doing your job right you will be doing an absurd amounts of calls and data collecting. While trying to complete your prios and prepare for the video you should always be on the lookout for new things you can bring to your creative team to inspire them. Because just like me, they don’t know what they don’t know and you can’t just say “i’m in production and i’m not very creative” because that’s literally the equivalent of saying I suck at what I do. You also need to apply this same mindset when problem solving because many people lose sight of this stuff when in the weeds. If a problem appears, always always always ask yourself if your new plan is whats best for creative, not just the easiest bandaid."

First of all it's really funny seeing all the red lines pop up, second of all this insistent blurring of everyone's job seems so strange? Again maybe this is normal, but it really feels like Jimmy wants everyone working every job, instead on focusing on what they are actually hired to do.

"What is the goal of our content?

To excite me. The goal of our content is to excite me. That may sound weird to some of you, especially if you’re new but to me it’s what’s most important. If I'm not excited to get in front of that camera and film the video, it’s just simply not going to happen."

That's fucking weirddddd, like I get that he's trying to be like "im authentic" but it always feels like a bad sign when the goal of a company is literally just "What amuses the boss" like...bad sign

"this is youtube and there are constraints. You know the video can’t be a minute so you’re obviously going to need a story to hold the viewers and there are rules to storytelling. Our audience is massive and because of that you have to be simple, for 50 million people to understand something it must be simple. Content can be anything but there is structure and rules that we must mold it into that I want to teach you about, because virality doesn’t just happen. Every frame of our videos will be seen by 10s of millions of people"

Gross

"I'd say the average MrBeast viewer is a teenage memer that likes video games."

Mr Beast is completely aware of his demographic and puts screen shots of it, he is very aware his stuff is aimed at kids, even when its about gambling or hiring people not around near minors

"I feel silly for having to write this but all the time I talk to 32 new people that have at most seen like 5 or 6 of our videos and it’s mind blowing that they don’t see a problem with that lol."

It's almost like your audience is teenage memer and that people who working here are not in fact, teenage memers.

"What you consume on social media, when you watch youtube, tv, the games you play, etc. are what I like to call your information diet.

How do you stay up to date on the latest memes? How do you know what’s going on with celebrities? What’s trending on youtube? What other creators are doing? What’s popping on tik tok? Your information diet. Consume things on a daily basis that help you write better content."

If my job as a creative writer had my boss tell me to have to see whats "popping on tik tok" as part of my job i'd quit also again, the micromanaging of someone's life as well pops up again, it's weirddd

"It’s okay for the boys to be childish

If talent wants to draw a dick on the white board in the video or do something stupid, let them. (assuming they know all the risks and arn’t missing context on why it’s not safe) People like when we are in our natural element of stupidity. Really do everything you can to empower the boys when filming and help them make content. Help them be idiots"

More favoritism

"If you’ve made it this far you are probably at least semi interested in this being your career. So I wanted to chat about it. Because if you're ambitious and want to dedicate your life to work, you picked the best company in America to do it at. I really don’t care to hoard a bunch of money and I deeply believe in rewarding the people that help this business get where it needs to be. But before I get into that, let’s talk about the future. As I write this we have 2 teams, that will grow to 4 in the next year. (and possibly 8 in the next 2 years but I can’t talk about that cause james will kill me haha). We need more leaders in the company. Weneed hard working, obsessive, coachable, intelligent, grinders that can step up and take some of these leadership spots over the next 2 years. Every single department has an opportunity for you to grow in and you’re in luck because we don’t do yearly reviews. We do whenever the fuck you want reviewes"

Lack of communication from management, and more emphasis on grinding and crunch culture, goodie, all while riddled with typos! God.

"I see a world where this company is worth billions and one day 10s of billions. And those of you that help build this will be rewarded. I want nothing more then for you to go all in, obsessive all day everyday, and become so god dam valuable this company can’t operate without you. And in return for becoming so valuable I hope to give you incredible experiences, a fun place to work, and of course, more money then you could ever dream of making at any other company."

I feel like I'm reading a fucking pyramid scheme document here, "youre so so valuable spend literally every minute of every day on this company haha" good GOD man

[gumified]

SO SO FULL !

pairing: satoru x reader, toji x reader, sukuna x reader, nanami x reader (all separate)

summary: jjk men and their need to breed you <3

content: 2.8k, smut, praise, degradation, dirty talk, cunnilingus (fem. receiving), overstimulation, fingering, reader passes out in gojo's one

note: tumblr refused to let me post my header image so i apologise <3

SATORU GOJO

you should’ve picked up the multiple hints that satoru threw at you throughout the week. the subtle glances towards the baby’s section when the both of you went shopping, the jokes about the both of you starting a family. you should’ve also known that satoru would fuck you silly once you told him that you genuinely wanted to start a family with him too.

“pretty pretty girl.” he coos, hands grazing your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “such a pretty pussy, look how she’s sucking me in.”

you’re bent over the bed, legs spread as satoru pumped his thick cock in and out of you repeatedly. your body thrashes against his grip and you moan blissfully at the feeling. everything feels so so good and your hands are gripping the sheets, twisting them as you squeal.

“f-fuckkk, i’m gonna fill this pussy up with my cum, she’s gonna be so full and plump.” satoru’s hands are on your waist, anchoring you down as he fucks into you mercilessly. you can only mewl as you beg for more. “you’re gonna look so pretty with my baby, wanna fill you up so bad angel.”

“nghh, ‘toru fill me up, please please please, need your cum inside me, w-wanna have your babies so bad!” you’re babbling incoherently, eyes rolling to the back of your head as every word he says is punctuated with a harsh thrust.

you already feel so full with his cock in you. you could feel it pulsating, the thick veins pushing against your gummy walls. satoru groans at your lewd noises and his hands snake their way to your tits. he squeezes them as he lifts your body up so you’re pressed against his taut chest. his hips keep pounding into your ass as you feel his hot breath fan across your neck. 

“these tits are gonna be plump and full of milk, g-god, can’t wait for you to grow so big and swollen. you’re gonna be glowing angel and ‘m gonna be sucking these tits every day.”

his words cause you to moan louder, the thought has you reeling and you struggle to keep yourself upright as he fucks you from behind. 

“s-satoru need it so much, pleasepleaseplease.” your pleads are incessant as you try to grind your hips against his. you feel your thoughts leave you as you succumb to the pure pleasure that surrounds you. satoru continues to pound into you and you feel his teeth sink into your shoulder. there’s a numbing feeling but you feel his tongue glide across your clavicle and he’s sucking just behind your ear. you whine at the feeling, growing more and more sensitive with each passing moment. “o-oh my goddd, gonna cum gonna cum ‘toru let me cum pleasee!”

all your senses are heightened as you feel your body reach its high. you feel satoru’s smug grin against your body and his breath is like fire on your skin. heat rises through your body and you whimper. his cock throbs in your pussy and you know he’s close.

“my pretty angel and her pretty pussy, you gonna milk me? gonna take all my cum like a good girl, angel? needa make sure that none of it falls out okay?”

“yes yes yes! want your cum sooo bad, satoru need you, i-”

your words are cut short as you feel his cum spill into your pussy and you’re rendered speechless. your body spasm around his cock as you release all over him. spurts of cum spray into your velvety walls and satoru can only hold your body tightly as he thrusts the remaining of his cum into your pussy. you feel your consciousness leave your body and you slump forward into your boyfriend’s arms. 

“awww angel.” he pouts as he hugs your limp body close. there’s a proud sensation that fills his body as he sees your fucked out face in front of him. “you’re gonna have to wake up soon, still wanna pump this pussy with my cum.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO

"say please." toji pulls your chin closer towards him. his cock is throbbing inside your pussy and he's been refusing to move. you know what he wants to hear but you refuse to say it. you’re beyond stubborn and you refuse to comply to his demands. "say. please." he punctuates each word with a thrust that makes you moan in delight. his eyes are dark and filled with lust. you're forced to give in and you moan his name.

"please toji." you beg, tears falling from your eyes. "please, want you to fuck me so bad, mmphh, please put a baby in me, please."

he grins smugly, giving your forehead a kiss and you feel your pussy clench around his cock. the harsh thrusts make your head spin. the low growls that emit from his throat is enough to make you see the stars. you feel his huge cock bully into your tiny hole as you feel yourself squeeze around him tightly. his hands wander below your chest, they fix onto your hips, thumbs pressing hard. you squirm under his gaze. kisses are littered all over your body, plump lips touching every sensitive part of you, eliciting delicious whines from you.

"say it louder doll, don't think i heard it correctly." his lips graze the shell of your ear, making you shiver. His voice is deep and it only makes you that much more desperate for him. "c'mon doll, say it f’me."

your bottom lip trembles and you open your mouth as a moan is forced from you. "fuck a baby into me toji. please, please, please!" 

"that's it. was that so hard?" toji muses, pounding into you harder. you moan as he sucks on your sensitive neck, leaving a blooming purple mark. his cock feels as if it's hitting the sweetest yet impossible places inside of you. "look at that." his hands come to cover the prominent bulge in your stomach. his cock is so so big and when you see the bump that he makes in your stomach you feel your pussy dripping with desire. when he presses down it makes your body spasms around him and you clench down hard. the sensation has your mind blanking. 

"wanna cum." you plead, throat hoarse from all the crying. you buck your hips up towards his in a desperate attempt for him to finally let you release all over his cock. "wanna cum, please let me cum, tojiii please!"

the words have toji smirking. his fingers rub your pussy, feeling the wetness as it makes a mess between your thighs. his fingers only add to your pleasure and nothing can compare as you gasp, moaning at the pleasure shooting up within you. he whispers dirty words of praise in your ear and that alone has you wanting more. you're writhing around under him as he massages the bulge, hands spreading warmth throughout your body which makes you jolt. 

"make a mess on my cock f’me doll, let me see your little body as you cum." 

at his command you let your release flow over your body, wracking through your bones. your body convulses around his cock, still thrusting into you. the feeling is too much and you feel your senses overloading. toji continues his heavy pounds into you, hips snapping to meet yours. soon enough, hot cum coats your insides, making you gasp. he groans above you, pressing his pretty lips onto yours. 

the euphoric sensation of your orgasm only lasts so long before you're being pulled off the bed and toji guides you to the shower. he gives you a plethora of kisses and attention. his hands come to grope your breasts and the words he utters next makes your heart pound and your pussy growing wet again.

"gonna fuck you everywhere until you're nice and pregnant with my baby."

SUKUNA RYOMEN

maybe it’s a bad idea to shout things at your boyfriend when you’re the one who is clearly in the wrong and maybe it isn't such a good idea to tell said boyfriend that he can't fuck you right.

when you see the literal steam billowing out of sukuna's ears you try to quickly retract your statement but it's no use and when he stalks over to pick you up and throws you over your shoulder you can't say that you didn't find that super attractive. 

he flings you on the bed, pinning you down so you can't move. his eyes are hard and angry and now you're feeling more excited rather than scared. you clamp your thighs together and sukuna notices and he lets out a scoff.

"what a fucking whore." he rips your panties away and you hear the tear but that's the least of your worries because he's sliding a finger through your wet folds causing you to let out a lewd moan. "already so wet. bet you want my cum to fill this tiny pussy."

you feel your pussy throb at his words and you look at him pleadingly. sukuna smirks. his fingers rub against your clit and you whimper at the sensation. he knew your body the best and he knew exactly which spots to press to elicit the most erotic noises from you, he also knew exactly what to say to cause you to lose your mind.

"oh you'd like that wouldn't you. want me to fuck a baby into you." he laughs darkly when he feels you clench around his fingers. “desperate bitch. i’m the only one who can fuck this slutty pussy, you belong to me and when i’m done with you you’re gonna be dripping with my cum.

there’s an underlying threat in his words but you’re already too blissed out to fully understand what the night has in store for you. he wastes no time shoving his digits in and out of you, the movements making your back arch and toes curl. he scissors you open and the lewd sounds that fill the air only has your mind filled with dirty thoughts. 

“too much, ‘kuna ‘s too much, feels too good nghhh.” you feel another moan bubble up in your chest and you say his name as it bursts. sukuna's fingers curl up and he presses down on your gummy walls, making you writhe around him. he thrusts them into you faster, harsher. your sensitivity peaks when he adds a third finger, stretching you out even more. 

"you're practically begging to be fucked." he stops for a moment as he recalls the words you had spat at him before. "but it seems i can't fuck you right."

"n-no!" you shout. "sukuna please, didn’t mean it, i didn’t mean it ‘kuna. only you, only you can fuck me, no one else, just you, only you ‘kunaa!"

your boyfriend eyes your needy body. the sight is pathetic, you pleading, tears pricking your eyes as you beg desperately like a bitch in heat. he chuckles at the sight. "want me to fuck you?" he asks, a mocking tone lacing his voice but you didn’t care. "want me to fill you up with my cum and make your belly nice and swollen? teach you a lesson for being such a brat and pump you so full with my cum?"

you nod your head, desperate for something for your pussy to be around. sukuna growls, giving you no warning when he thrusts into you, cock filling you up deliciously. he groans and you don't have time to adjust before he's fucking you. his hips snap to yours and he pounds his cock into you mercilessly. it feels so good to be fucked like this and you moan and sob his name repeatedly.

"g-god yes, ‘kunaaa!"

"yeah?" he pants, cock hitting your cervix every time he thrusts into you and it causes your body to jolt forward. "gonna give you all of my cum whore."

his words are like music to your ears and you want more of him. you buck your hips up and your hands run over his chest. his muscles shine with sweat and they flex ever so often. it has you dripping all over and your body wants more of him. sukuna fucks you with such vigour that you think the bed's going to break. your orgasm is fast approaching and you feel it in your lower stomach, the tightening feeling, threatening to burst. sukuna leans down to murmur in your ear and at his words you know you're not getting any sleep. 

"gonna fill this nasty pussy until she’s overflowing."

KENTO NANAMI

the moment that you told your husband that you were thinking about starting a family he had agreed instantly. what you didn’t expect was for him to go absolutely feral and fuck you continuously for hours upon your request, not that you were complaining. 

“k-kento!” you let out a strangled gasp when you feel his cock hit that sweet spot within you. you’re on all fours on your shared bed as he’s plunging his cock in and out of you. his hands are gripping your hips as he fucks you into ecstasy. “feels so good, a-ahh!”

his fingers glide across your skin and you shiver at the feeling. his thrusts are constant and you feel your heart race, threatening to burst from your chest. the dirty noises fill the room and the constant slapping of skin is accompanied with your squeals of pleasure and nanami’s groans.

“you’re so gorgeous my love, gonna look even more gorgeous with my baby inside you.” he pants and you feel his chest press against your back. his arms are placed in front of you, locking you down onto the bed. the heat of his body transfers to yours and you can’t help but let out a whimper at the proximity. his eyes were locked to where the two of you were connected. his cock pounded your puffy cunt repeatedly and nanami watched as your arousal coated his length. “my pretty girl, all of this f’me? such a pretty pretty pussy.”

his words light a fire inside you and you can’t help but feel so exposed under his gaze. you try to squirm away but he pushes your body down against the mattress and you’re actually trapped now.

“why’re you tryin’ run darling? ‘m gonna fill this pussy with my cum and then ‘m gonna make sure none of it goes to waste.” 

“nghh ken pleaseee.” your pleads are desperate and you feel his cock pulse inside you. every single thrust has your hands tugging the sheets, trying to find something to anchor you down. nanami’s hands thread through your hair and you feel him pull your head up to face him. he catches your lips into a passionate kiss, one that has your tongues tangling with each other. you moan into his mouth, your lashes fluttering shut as you let yourself get consumed by the sheer pleasure that awaits you. your husband pulls away and you pout at the loss of contact. “more ken, m-more kiss me more, plea-”

your sentence is cut short as he crashes his lips on yours once more. his movements are rushed and messy and you feel saliva trickle down your chin as he shoves his tongue into your mouth, swallowing every one of your lewd noises. his hands are still in your hair and you feel the euphoric sensation at every tug and pull. you feel your pussy constrict around his cock causing him to let out a guttural groan into your mouth and you feel oddly proud. 

“you’re so tight my love, ‘m gonna cum soon.”

the words have you becoming a desperate whore and you moan even louder, whining as you jut your hips towards his. “pleaseee, fill me up ken, w-want your cum inside my pussy, wanna carry your children, please f-fuckkk!”

nanami feels his thoughts melt away at your desperate pleas and he can’t refuse whatever his precious wife requests and he’s quickening his thrusts. he shoves his cock into your plushy pussy repeatedly, making a mess between your legs. it’s non stop as he chases his high. his fingers trail down to pinch your clit and you let out a breathy gasp. he continues to play with your sensitive bundle of nerves and your body writhes with pleasure. 

“fuck! ‘m cumming sweetheart, this pretty pussy’s gonna get filled so full with my cum, gonna fuck a baby into you and then you’re gonna be so big and swollen. can’t wait to see you glowing, want you to have my baby soo bad.”

his words urge you to your release and then you’re cumming all over his cock. your incessant sobs and moans fill the room as you feel yourself get pumped full of his cum. nanami grips onto your body as he slows his thrusts until he finally stops. you’re still in blissful euphoria from the sensation that you’ve just been blessed with when you feel his lips on your pussy.

“k-kento what are y-you doing?”

nanami looks up to you, lustful eyes meeting yours and you feel your pussy grow wet all over again. “gotta make sure you’re plugged full sweetheart.” and he resumes placing fluttering kisses against your folds leaving you to moan at his delicate gestures.

[whisperofaflame]

Too Long (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

18+ (this is pure smut, you have been warned)

Summary: Wanda is away for work, and you're feeling increasingly needy. Natasha tries to teach you some patience and restraint.

Word count: 5.4k

Featuring: Mommy kink, praise kink, begging, slight dumbification, slight humiliation, penetration, strap-warming, slight size kink, cunnilingus, dacryphylia (soft of), explicit consent, safeword use (and healthy discussion), subspace, aftercare.

Warnings: This is kinda filthy — please mind the tags above and skip if they squick.

A/N: This is my first foray into smut, so it might be a bit clunky/repetitive in parts. I wrote this on the notes app of my phone in the back of my parents car on a long cross-country drive earlier this year. I don't know why I'm telling you this. Catholic guilt maybe? Anyway, I'm posting this and running...

Wanda has been away for three days now, and she won’t be home for another two. In her absence, your emotions have been wobbly, and your behaviour less than your best. Thus far, Natasha has been tolerant. She understands that your petulance stems from the separation, and how much you’re missing your Mommy. So she’s been letting you off lightly when you’ve pouted and deliberately pushed her buttons, giving you gentle reminders rather than stern warnings. She even let you get away with not tidying up the living room last night, which is normally a non-negotiable. And yet, despite all of her kindness and understanding and leniency, your misbehaviour has only continued. If not escalated.

Natasha told you this morning that she needed space to focus on her work, and she didn’t want to be disturbed while she was in her study. She even explained when you could have breaks together, for lunch and snacks and cuddles if needed. But what she thought was a simple, reasonable rule (set mainly to help you get some of your own work done in peace, rather than any selfish desire of her own) is being blatantly ignored. Repeatedly. 

The fourth time you interrupt her without knocking, whining something unintelligible about being bored and needing your recently confiscated Switch right now, Natasha’s understanding of the situation flickers into a new light. Her previous resolve lost, a new tactic takes its place. One which she realises is far more appropriate for your needs, as she now sees them.

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Natasha frowns at you, her demeanour very different to the rather softer affect she has adopted since dropping Wanda off at the airport. She seems more like herself now. Serious, firm. Reliable. The domme you know; the domme you need.

“Go change into a skirt and a vest top. Now, please,” Natasha commands, her tone cutting into you at once, making your heart flutter and your core twinge. 

“Yes, Nat” you squeak out, then dash off — out her study, down the hall and up the stairs to your room. In the closet, you find a white cropped tank top and a layered white and pink floral skirt. It’s short, leaving little to the imagination. You’re fairly sure this is what Natasha wants. 

Once you’re dressed, you pull up your socks and race down the stairs again, almost skidding as you turn the corner to her study. The door is closed over, making you hesitate. Do you knock? 

Your heart pounds, a smidgeon of anxiety rising to the surface. 

“Nat?” You call out nervously, twiddling your fingers together and scrunching your toes up beneath you. 

“You may come in, malyshka,” she responds, her voice husky and commanding. Your hand trembles as you reach for the handle and push the door open. 

Nat is sitting at her desk again, looking across at you with her fingers tapping the edge of the table. She has a stern sort of look on her face, one which makes you fold in on yourself, shoulders curling forwards, head ducking. 

“Come here.”

You obey her instruction at once, approaching in a flurry, desperate to please her. You stop about a foot away from her, hovering at the side of her desk. 

Natasha’s eyes roam your body from top to toe, smirking appreciatively. You can feel the cool air from the open balcony door meeting the already-damp patch of your underwear beneath the skirt. 

“Now then, malyshka…” Natasha begins, her tone serious and a little scathing. “Why do you think I’ve called you here?”

You swallow thickly, words sticking in your throat. 

“I’ve been bad,” you squeak out. 

“Hmm…” she hums, considering your words. “Can you tell me more about that, baby?” Her voice is a little softer now. Perhaps she’s noticed your trembling fingers and taken pity. 

“I - I’ve been disturbing you while you work,” you mumble. “I’m sorry.”

Natasha reaches out and takes your shaking hands into hers. 

“And can you tell me why, please, little one?” She strokes your hands with her thumbs, and you feel like you’re melting. You desperately want her to hug you, to hold you. Anything more than this. 

“Um…” you gnaw at your lip, struggling to maintain eye contact with her piercing green eyes. Natasha nods encouragingly at you, and you take a deep breath. “I n-need you, Natty. I - I wanted…” you blush darkly, her questioning forcing you to consciously realise what you’ve been wanting, what you’ve been aiming to happen without really knowing. 

“Go on, malyshka,” Natasha urges you, letting go of your left hand and cupping your chin, lifting it so you’re looking at her. You swallow, and feel hot, embarrassed tears well in your eyes. 

“I wanted you to touch me,” you say, the words spilling out in tandem with a single tear. 

“Oh, my pretty girl,” Natasha coos, wiping the tear away with her left hand then placing both hands around your waist, fingers brushing against the skin exposed between the ending of your top and the beginning of the skirt. “You know you don’t need to act out to get that, right? You can just use your words.”

You squirm on the spot and look down again, feeling your arousal pool at the condescending tone she uses. Natasha’s hands snake a bit lower, resting on your hips now, pressing in against the fabric of the skirt and stilling your slightly swaying movements. 

“Hmm, do you need a reminder of Natty’s rules, baby?” she asks, making you look up uncertainly. “Remember, I like you to use your words, malyshka. Big girls use their words to communicate, and only big girls get to play grown up games with Natty. Are you a big girl, Y/N?”

You whine at this, feeling hot all over and struggling to contain the urge to rub your thighs together, the soaked fabric of your panties becoming distinctly uncomfortable against your throbbing centre. 

“Are you too little right now to play?” Natasha checks, her tone wavering between teasing and concern. You look up at her, mind foggy and unsure how to answer. “Colour, baby,” she commands, and you feel relieved at the easy request. 

“Green,” you whisper, at once. She smiles. 

“Good girl for using your words,” she praises, and she leans forward in her chair, rising a little to kiss you passionately on the lips. You feel yourself falling into her, your weight taken entirely by her firm hold on your hips. When her tongue presses against your lips you grant her entry at once, and she’s lapping inside, her tongue pressing against yours, her teeth taking your lower lip in a bite that borders on painful. You wrap your hands around the back of her neck and moan into her mouth. In response, her hands dig in a little tighter to your hips, and she breathes out a little gasp of appreciation as she lets your lip go and separates. 

“Let’s take your panties off, then you can sit on Natty’s lap,” she tells you. You stare at her for a moment, blinking as the words sinks in. She waits for your smile of understanding before she reaches beneath your skirt, hooks her fingers into the elastic of your panties and slides them down your legs. They pool at your ankles and you step out of them, her hands returning to your hips and holding you steady as you wobble. Natasha glances down at the glistening fabric on the floor, smirks, then lifts you onto her, arranging your legs so your knees are pressed against the remaining edges of the chair, your calves folded under your thighs. Your skirt splays out, hiding your thighs and a bit of hers like a blanket. As you sink down, you feel something hidden beneath you, beneath the fabric of her trousers. Something hard, that presses against the sweet spot that craves friction. 

Natasha sees your surprise and smirks. 

“Feel that, baby?” she asks, her voice even lower than usual. Seductive, excited. You nod, biting your lip to suppress a whimper. Natasha raises her eyebrow and you remember her rules. 

“Y-yes, Natty,” you breathe. 

She rewards your words with a controlling movement of her hands on your hips, guiding you to rock yourself back and forth over the buried strap. Your moans come out broken, your breath too shaky to maintain a single sound. 

“P-please Natty,” you beg, tears bubbling up again even though you’re so happy. “I need you. Please.”

“Shhh… it’s okay baby,” Natasha hushes you gently, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips and quelling your babbled words. “Let Natty help you.”

She lift you a little so you’re resting on your knees and hovering above her. Then she removes her hands from your hips, and reaches down beneath the drape of your skirt. You hear her unzip her trousers, which must already be ruined by your slick. You blush at the thought, struggling to stay steady on your knees. 

Natasha’s hands return to your hips, and she looks you in the eyes, seeking consent. 

“Please, Natty — I want this,” you whisper, desperation making your voice waver but you’re so sure; you need her. 

“Okay, baby,” she promises, kissing you again then bringing one hand down beneath your skirt. Brushing against your thighs, teasing you only briefly before taking her fingers to your folds and running them from your opening to your clit, collecting your arousal and letting out a deep breath. 

“Oh, zolotse — you’re so wet,” she groans delightedly, and you whimper at her words, at her delicate touch. You need more. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes, Natty,” you whisper, feeling the hand at your hip move back up to your waist, pressing into the flesh beneath your ribs and holding you tight. Your fingers flutter at the back of her neck, too nervous to take hold of her hair but expecting you’ll need too soon, to anchor yourself as she enters you. Please be soon. 

Natasha’s finger renew their inspection of your folds, whispering back and forth, producing small convulsions as your hole begs to inhale something, twitching at the teasing glances of her fingertips. 

“Natty…” you whine, tears building up and spilling over silently. “Please, inside me, please.”

She silences your babbling with a kiss, and as she sucks at your lips a single finger finds your opening and enters, making you moan into her mouth. Natasha murmurs something as she kisses you, lips wobbling out the indiscernible sounds, but the appreciative groan that accompanies them makes you think she is enjoying the way your walls are fluttering around her digit. 

“God, baby,” she murmurs when she releases you from the kiss, “your pussy is so tight; I need to stretch you more before I can fill you up, hm?”

You whimper at this, humiliation and arousal overpowering your ability to think. You pray she won’t ask for more words, because surely they won’t come now. Your brain is so empty, so full of fog. 

Natasha removes her finger from you, but then re-enters with two before you can even whine at the loss. She slides in easily but you can feel yourself squeezing at her once she’s inside. You feel so close already, and it’s just her fingers, just the beginning of what she must have planned for you. Your head droops and you rest your forehead against her shoulder, squeezing your eyes shut and willing yourself not to come, not yet. 

“Oh baby, is it too much already?” Natasha asks, crooning with condescension. You tremble against her as her hand leaves your waist and curls around your back, holding you in a gentle embrace as her other hand pumps two fingers in and out of you at a slow pace, masterfully avoiding your clit. You shake your head against her shoulder desperately, not wanting her to finish you here. You want to be good for her, to hold on until she lets you. And to be good, Natasha needs your words. You take a shuddering breath. 

“Natty,” you squeak out, her name strangled by your quivering arousal. 

“You’re okay, baby, I’ve got you,” Natasha reassures you. She carefully removes her fingers from you, leaving you empty and twitching. The hand around your back returns to your waist, and you revel in the sharp pain of her fingernails digging into your skin, finding you amongst the fog and grounding you a little in the moment. 

Then you feel it, the silicone head pressing against your hole, circling slightly as Natasha moves it over your slick to prepare you. You pant and scrunch your face up in anticipation, desperate for it, powerless to take control in Natasha’s firm grip. But she doesn’t make you wait too long. Guiding you by your waist onto the strap, which she must be holding steady with her other hand. You can’t see it because of the skirt, but it keeps going. On and on she eases you down onto it, your entrance stretching to accommodate its length and girth. Your mouth opens into an O of pleasure and a tiny hint of pain, which Natasha keeps a careful eye on, and uses to determine her speed. She slows at the slightest hint of a grimace and pulls you back up, so you bob up and down very slowly a few times, until you finally sink down and the skin of your inner thighs meets the fabric of her trousers.

“Good girl,” she praises you, peppering your face with kisses and cleaning away the tears. “Such a good girl, taking Natty’s big cock so well. You looked so pretty, baby, sinking down on the biggest strap. Such a stretch for your tiny pussy, hm? I’m so proud of you.” You cry and whine against her, fingers scrabbling at the back of her shirt and threading into her hair as gently as you can, desperate for her to relieve the throbbing by allowing you to ride her. But her hands are both on your waist now, holding you down in her lap. 

“Now, Natty has some work to do, baby,” Natasha tells you calmly, her voice returning to her serious, daily tone. You blink at her, too full to think properly. Natasha gives you a kiss on the lips, then drags the chair closer to the desk and reaches forward with her right hand, taking hold of her computer mouse. 

You stare at her, confused and unable to find the words to express your frustration. You just pout and blink your teary eyelashes, hoping she’ll explain. Finally, she takes pity on you. 

“You didn’t think Natty would reward you for interrupting her, did you, malyshka?” she asks, shaking her head slyly. Your lip wobbles and she hushes you, gently rubbing her left thumb against your tummy. “Hush now, baby — don’t worry. If you can sit still and keep Natty’s cock warm for an hour then you’ll get your reward for being a good girl.”

An hour?

Natasha must see the panic in your face, because her smile disappears at once and her other hand moves back to you, cupping your cheek and wiping your tears away. 

“Colour, baby?” she asks you. 

You want to say green, but something is stopping you. Of course, you love Natasha taking control, you love her applying consequences. And you want her to stay in charge, to do what she wants, what she thinks is best. But you know that if you say green just now, it won’t be entirely honest. Your heart pounds, and your voice gets lost inside you. 

“Orange or red?” Natasha asks, finding your eyes again and trying to ground you with a neutral look. It helps, her taking out one of the options. It helps to know she’s expecting it. 

“Orange,” you whisper. 

“Good girl,” Natasha tells you seriously, giving you a small smile. “I’m so proud of you for being honest.” She pauses, letting the praise sink in. “Can you tell me what’s uncomfortable, malyshka?”

“Too long,” you mumble, blushing. Natasha tilts her head, frowning with worry. 

“The strap?” 

You shake your head quickly. 

“No, the um…” You bite your lip, and duck your head. “The time. I don’t think I can manage an hour.”

You feel embarrassed, that this is the reason you’re first putting a pause to proceedings like this. Your impatience, your inability to sit still. Even with a strap buried inside you, even with Natasha’s soothing embrace, you still know you won’t manage. You’ll get bored and antsy and you’ll get in trouble, no matter how much you want to be good. 

“That’s okay, baby,” Natasha assures you, visibly relieved that she’s not hurting you. “You’re right, an hour doesn’t make sense, I got a little carried away. Do you want this to end? We can move to the bed, or switch straight to aftercare if you need?”

You shake your head again, bringing your hands to Natasha’s shoulders and fiddling with the collar of her shirt nervously. 

“No, I - I want to continue, please.”

“Are you sure, malyshka?” Natasha checks, concern etched in the lines of her forehead. “We can always give it another go a different day, and discuss it properly first?”

“Please Natty,” you tell her, eyes wide and pleading. You do want this; you just needed it amended a little. 

“Okay,” she says, nodding and massaging her thumbs at your waist. “Can you tell me then, my love, how long you want it to last?”

You wrinkle up your nose in disagreement. It’s no fun if you choose; you’re not good at decisions and besides it’s her being in control that makes these scenarios pleasurable. 

“You choose,” you tell her petulantly, and she rolls her eyes, though her lips curl into a smile. 

“You’re so stubborn,” she teases you, tickling her fingers into your sides very gently, and making you giggle, then moan as your wriggles make the strap press deliciously against your walls. Natasha chuckles at your inadvertent pleasure and stills you again in her grip. 

“How about half an hour?” she asks you, serious again and studying your face for any sign of doubt or discomfort. 

“Okay, Natty,” you agree. And you smile a little to reassure her, which makes the skin of her forehead smooth out again. 

“Good girl,” she praises you, kissing your nose gently and making you giggle again. “You’ve used your words so well; Mommy will be so impressed when I tell her.”

You blush and bury your face into her neck, embarrassed at the prospect of her relaying this situation to anyone. Even Wanda, who you know will be happy to hear that you used a safeword when you needed to.

Natasha brings a hand to the back of your head and strokes your hair, shushing you gently as you whine. 

“That’s it baby. You just relax with Natty’s strap inside you. I’ll set a timer and if you’re good and let me work, then I’ll reward you, I promise.” She kisses the crown of your head, and you breathe out, relaxing. But then, she can’t resist another little tease. “You must be feeling so sticky now hm? All stretched out by Natty’s big cock?”

You whine and squirm against her neck, too ashamed to speak. Her words make you feel even more full, the pressure against your walls immense. She pats your head and luckily doesn’t try to pry any more words from you, as she fiddles with her phone and then holds the timer up so you can see it has begun counting down from thirty minutes. 

Natasha’s hands leave you after a while, but you don’t dare wriggle on top of her, despite the overwhelming urge to squeeze your thighs or buck your hips against the full feeling. Even if you were bold enough to try, you’re not sure if you have the energy left. The buildup and teasing, the tears and the honesty, they’ve all drained you to the point of being completely floppy and pliant in her lap. 

“Baby, we’re halfway through now,” Natasha tells you gently, lifting you from your haze after a while. “Are your legs okay? Do you want to change your position a little?” 

You have to force yourself to check in with your body; all your senses are somewhat dulled by your stupor and the overwhelming sensation of being so full. Your knees are a bit achey, you realise. 

“Sore, Natty,” you whisper. 

“Your legs? Or something else?” she checks. 

“Just legs,” you tell her. She nods, finds your chin and lifts your head so she can see your face. 

“Okay; let’s get you off your knees and get your legs to wrap around my back instead. I need to lift you up a little though, baby. It might feel funny, with the strap. Is that okay?”

“Okay, mama,” you whisper. It slips out without you consciously noticing. Natasha’s face softens even more, but she doesn’t draw attention to it, perhaps realising you don’t quite know what you said. 

Natasha lifts you gently, and you feel yourself sliding up the strap as you rise. It does feel funny, and you whine at the feeling. 

“I know, baby,” Natasha coos. “Let’s move your pretty legs now, get them comfy.” She supports your weight and guides your legs to unfold and curl around the back of her. As she gently eases you back down onto the strap, your ankles cross over each other, holding her body close. You let out a little “hummph” sound as you sink down to the bottom, your clit brushing against the base of the strap and making your hips buck a little automatically. 

“Good girl, well done,” Natasha murmurs into your ear, massaging your waist on either side to calm you down. When your breathing slows again, she lets go of your waist and places her left hand on your back, scratching gently as she clicks her mouse in her other hand. You’re not sure if she’s really working, or if it’s just part of the scene. Either way, the idea that she can focus on work while you’re consumed with the feeling of her strap inside you makes your cunt twitch with humiliation. You’re entirely at her disposal, a melted mass for her hands to mould, but she can stay cool and superior, apparently unaffected by the way your arousal leaks out of your stretched hole and dampens the fabric of her trousers. 

You almost fall asleep on her shoulder, so tired from the ordeal and placated by her nails scratching lightly into your back, keeping you just distracted enough from the way her strap seems to be bulging against your internal seams. You’re awoken from the haze by the beep of her phone and the return of Natasha’s full attention, her right hand cupping the back of your head, her lips kissing yours with an energy you can’t return. You settle for moaning passively into her mouth, eyes fluttering closed and your tummy twisting as your arousal approaches the edge again. 

“So good for me, baby, you’re perfect,” Natasha whispers, her lips hovering millimetres from your own. “I’m so proud of you, you stayed so still and let me work. You must feel really full hm? I bet you’re so close.”

“Yes, Natty,” you mumble, relieved by her understanding. “So full, so close.”

Natasha unleashes a moan of her own at your whimpering agreement. 

“Good girl, perfect girl,” she praises again, her own voice becoming a little more desperate. “Ride for me, baby.” And she guides you, lifting you up with her hands at your hips again, letting you sink down when you choose. You’re so tired that you hold on to her shoulders, needing something to press against, hardly able to hold yourself up and prevent your body from crashing down painfully on her strap. 

“Please, Natty,” you whine, tears flowing again as your legs tremble. Your body feels alight, tired but electric, sparks flying through your veins and making you twitch. “Please… gonna…”

Natasha tilts her pelvis slightly and brings you down a little firmer, pressing herself against you so your clit rubs over the bulging base of the strap. 

“Cum for me, baby,” she instructs you, and your fingers fumble at the fabric of her collar, your ankles spasm against each other around her back, and you feel a gush of liquid squirt out of you, leaking out around the strap and soaking Natasha’s trousers and underwear. You gasp and babble her name as you cum, tears leaking out and getting kissed away by Natasha’s lips, as she rocks her hips against you and lets you bounce pathetically on top of her lap as you ride out your high. Eventually you slump down on top of her, breathless and exhausted, and Natasha stills her hips before you can whine from the overstimulation. She uses her thumbs to wipe the tears from your eyes and smiles at you in adoration. 

“I love you, malyshka,” she tells you avidly, staring deep into your eyes as your eyelids droop. 

“Love you, Natty,” you whisper hoarsely, your throat a little dry and your nose a little stuffy from the crying. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Natasha says gently, giving you a little kiss on your nose. You nod, and wrinkle your nose as she lifts you up with her hands in your armpits, the strap sliding out of you and making you shudder. “Sorry, baby,” Natasha whispers sympathetically. “I’ll be gentle; I know you’re sensitive right now.” You nod against her as she stands, still supporting your body weight in her arms as she turns you onto her hip. She moves her right hand to rest beneath your bottom, and you wrap your legs tighter round her body to help. 

“It’s okay,” she reassures you. “I’ve got you.”

Natasha carries you through to the bedroom and then lays you down on the bed, giving you a kiss on the lips then trying to move away. It takes a moment before you realise what’s holding her back; when you do, you unwrap your arms from her neck, flushing at your misunderstanding. She smiles at you. 

“I’ll be back in a moment, baby,” she promises you. And she gives you one last little kiss before disappearing into the en-suite. You stare at the ceiling, fighting the urge to close your eyes, knowing you’ll fall asleep if you do. 

Natasha returns promptly, as promised, with a wet cloth and a glass of water. She’s taken her trousers off and removed the harness, so she’s just in her shirt and boxers. 

She supports you to sit up first, then holds the cup as you sip at it, wetting your dry throat and quenching the thirst you hadn’t noticed. Then she seeks permission with her eyes before wiping your legs and centre clean once you nod. You squirm a bit at the feeling of the cloth against your clit, but Natasha is quick to clean you, and she peppers you with kisses on the thighs when she’s done, making you giggle and twitch at the ticklish, teasing feeling. Then she lies next to you, pulling you on top of her and wrapping her arms tightly around your back. You tug at her shirt and whine frustratedly. 

“You want this off?” she asks you. 

“Please,” you murmur, and she smiles. 

“Okay, baby. I can do that for you.”

She sets you back down at her side again, then sits up in the bed and unbuttons her shirt, throwing it to the floor once it’s off. She’s left in her bra and her slightly mottled boxers, and you pout at her in disgruntlement. She rolls her eyes. 

“Come on baby, that’s not how we communicate our needs,” she sighs. But she smiles then, showing you that she’s teasing. She takes off her underwear finally, throws it to the floor then crawls over you to peel your skirt off and lift the crop top off over your head. You cling to her then, sighing contentedly against her skin. 

“Better, baby?” Natasha asks, though she must know the answer from the way you relax against her. 

“Mmm,” you hum happily. You lie side by side a bit, Natasha’s left leg hooked over your body, curling round the back of your knees. It gives a comforting weight, letting you sink deeper into the mattress. You stroke her forearms as she holds your cheeks, watching your eyelids flutter. 

“You can sleep, malyshka,” she tells you; but there’s something you want to do first. You nuzzle your head forward, burying in towards her chest. You glance up for permission then, when she smiles, you plant a series of kisses on her sternum, then the sides of her breasts. Natasha moans quietly, appreciatively. You lick her left nipple, swirling your tongue around in a circle, then flicking at it rhythmically. 

“Yes, baby…” she groans. You kiss around it then, teasing her a little before you encase her nipple between your lips and suck gently. You can feel Natasha shuddering beneath you, and you suck a little harder, pressing your teeth teasingly against her soft skin. 

“Malyshka…” Natasha’s voice is strangled. She scrabbles about, finding your hand then pushing it urgently down towards her thighs. You grin against her breast, and stroke the sensitive skin of her thighs with your fingers, deftly avoiding her centre as you suck her nipple a little harder. 

“Please,” Natasha moans, “don’t tease me, baby. Be a good girl and make mama happy.”

Your cheeks feel ablaze at her words and your core tingles anew. Natasha’s never referred to herself as such before; it’s only ever slipped from your lips, much to your embarrassment. You always thought she wasn’t a fan, by the way she stuck firmly to Natty whenever she referred to herself in third-person during scenes. But now she has used it, right when she sounds so desperate, and so close to her peak. 

“Yes, mama,” you whisper, and you find her folds with your fingers and dip in between, pressing two fingers against her glistening hole and sliding in with ease. 

“Oh…” gasps Natasha. “Yes, baby, that’s it. Pump in and out now. Good girl.” You follow her instructions eagerly, proud to be prompting such sweet sounds from her lips, the moans and the gasps as your fingers curl into the spongy spot that makes her twitch. 

“Yes, oh god — yes,” Natasha cries out. “Another finger, baby, please.”

You add a third finger diligently and continue pumping in and out of her cunt. Your wrist is beginning to ache but you are determined to bring her all the way to her unravelling, so you ignore the pain and carry on fingering her, focussing on swirling your tongue around her nipple and alternating it with sucks and kisses, driving her wild. 

Natasha’s moans and cries become more and more desperate and you feel her walls beginning to squeeze your digits. Quickly you wriggle downwards, planting kisses on her stomach on your way, then you bury your mouth atop her clit and suck sloppily as your fingers continue to fight against her growing resistance, pumping in and out and curling into her g-spot. 

“Oh, oh, baby… yes…” Natasha whimpers, and she falls over the edge, her legs spasming and her thighs trapping your wrist and face harshly between strong muscles. You do your best to keep up your ministrations, even though it’s hard to breathe between the powerful grip of her orgasm. Eventually, her legs relax a little and she grabs for you, motioning for you to join her. You crawl up, waiting until her eyes meet yours before sticking the three fingers which were inside her into your mouth and sucking them clean, your eyelids fluttering at her musky scent and taste. Natasha moans at the sight. 

“Oh fuck, malyshka — you’re so perfect.”

You grin happily as you remove your now clean fingers, then lie down on top of her, your breasts flush against each other. She finds your lips and kisses you deeply, swirling her tongue about your mouth to find her taste in you and curling her fingers into your hair. 

You sigh peacefully as she lets you go, and she turns you over so you’re lying beside her on the bed. Natasha strokes your cheek and holds your hand. 

“Sleep now, malyshka,” she tells you quietly. “I’ll still be here when you wake, I promise.”

You look into her green eyes, tuck your hand under your chin and close your eyelids, a blissful smile on your lips as you slip away.  

↑ (Me after posting smut for the first time, contemplating all my life choices)

[diz-eaze]

please please please can you please write more modern au scara x reader 🥺🥺🙏🏻🙏🏻 feed… me…. a continuation of the latest one where he uses technology to stalk reader and become their roommate :3

luv ur writing!!!! it’s so humorous and lighthearted while still itching that yandere scratch idk.

even if u dont write a sequel just wanted to say i loved it <3 have a nice day

; thank u so so much ahhhh !! I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS ON MODERN AU SCARA TEEHEE (and just him in general... 4ever a scaranator). my indulgence is writing yanderes in a lowkey comical manner like yesss they are mentally ill but at least they're serving entertainment while you're in captivity !! like we honestly need more yanderes put into unserious-not-so-unserious situations <3 bc imagine seeing this one guy (scara) from your massive college campus being so deranged and unhinged about you and going... "wait,,, that's irl oomf??" NEGATIVE AURA I FEAR. anyways this isn't proofread bc I just barfed this out, so sorry for any mistakes! <3

; continuation to this post

; yandere, minor nsfw content, cyberstalker to roommate scara pipeline, gooner scara :D, half serious half silly, creepy behavior, do nawt be like roomie scara </3

additional yandere scara thoughts !!

an hour into being roommates, you convinced him to download snapchat just so you can have a snapstreak with him. he puts up a facade of being a nonchalant, cool, and mysterious guy (he consulted the online forums on what traits many people his age found attractive so now he's rolling with it until he's buried six feet under) so he cooly (not) rolls his eyes before taking his phone out. in your excitement, you crowd around him while he takes his time setting up an account (he's dying with joy inside bc !! ur so close to him !!).

you tell him upfront that this snapstreak shit is serious business for you and that you'd kick him out if he misses a day and he takes it so seriously, he would never intend to miss a snap from you in the first place, but your words caused him to lock the fuck in. so now every night, the moment the clock turn 00:00, trust and believe you'll receive a snap from him to continue your streak. it doesn't matter if you're awake or not, he is sending that shit asap ! (and yes, he does screenshot every snap you send to him and keeps it in a private folder in his gallery to look at whenever he hasn't talked to you in 3 minutes MAXIMUM.)

manifestations DO come true because now he's mutuals with not only your facebook account, but also on twitter ! life is a game and scara is a winner at it. he keeps his dump accounts a secret from you, it's for the better because if you looked at it, you'd send him away to a psych ward and, well, he doesn't want to be separated from you.

your facebook account is a private account, so scara couldn't infiltrate it back then. but the moment you accepted his friend request post-roommates era, the floodgates had opened. that night, he impatiently waited for you to retreat to your room so that he can eagerly and peacefully scroll through your entire account from most recent to oldest. he stayed up all night just screenshotting and saving any pictures you posted to his 3053 terabyte storage computer. he makes it his life mission to max the computer storage with every bit of information he can find on you, both internet and real-life (he documents it down the moment you look away from him).

inside his dump account on twitter, he retweets the mush gushy tweets that are like, "me and my partner don't argue, they tell me to shut up and I do" knowing damn WELL he's not in a relationship with you. but that's okay. because this is him manifesting you into making it happen. also randomly posts pictures of you accidentally falling asleep on the couch mid-study session with the caption, ":) so cute" ... ok!! this jackass thinks he's boyfriendcore 😂😂😂 like no put down that phone because you belong in a mental asylum sir.

he doesn't use reddit anymore because one time, he vaguely described your personality in a post of him asking for help to romance you, and some random in the comments called you unsavory names. he crashed out so bad that he called up his estranged mother (ei) just so he could get the connections to doxx them and ruin their life in the same breath. he hates it when other people perceive you because, in his head, they're severely mischaracterizing you as a person.

HE DEFINITELY TERRORIZES YOUR INSTRAGRAM NGL !! every morning, without fail, you wake up and find that some anonymous user is viciously yearning for you in your NGL confessions, and every time, you shrug it off because you think it's one of your friends playing a prank on you. "I want to be the towel you used earlier during your P.E class. I'm so jealous, I wished it was me licking your sweat away :(", "can you chew me the way you chewed on the cap of your pen.", "I love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you." ...err, how about we take a step back? :). but no. it's actually your roommate who sits across from you while you eat breakfast together. he definitely throws up in jealousy when he sees you post an NGL confession that he did NOT write !! the only yearner allowed in your life is him btw. it's the only morally correct answer.

during the dark times (pre-roommate era), a tale as old as time, but scara definitely used pornhub to jack off to anyone that resembled you and !! closed his eyes while doing so because in his head he truly just envisions him and you in the place of the actors. he was in so deep into it, he made an excel sheet that categorized actors based on how close they were to looking and acting like you. sigh. he no longer does this now that he's in such close proximity to you, just being in your presence alone supplies him with enough goon material to last him through the entire month.

small freakymouche interlude

entering true freak territory, cyberstalker-era scara was definitely so thirsty for you (i mean. he still is). sometimes, jerking off to porn that contain actors that resemble you isn't close to enough, he actually needs you. and looking at your LinkedIn profile would normally set him off the edge, but even that won't cut it occasionally. some days, he jerks off for hours - fist pumping his cock repeatedly, desparately, yet he's never able to come because he hasn't seen you in any of his classes yet :( but when he does... oh. You probably only shared one (1) class with him, and there's a chance you didn't even sit near him at all - but archons, just seeing you in real-life with his own eyes and not through the screen of his phone is enough for his dick to harden up. he quickly excuses himself 15 minutes into class so that he can have an emergency jerk session in one of the bathroom stalls. heavens forbid if you greet him that day because now he's doubling his jerk session just from your voice alone.

One time, he was aimlessly scrolling through his facebook timeline when one of your mutual friends posted a beach outing picture with your body being so exposed in ways he never thought he'd actually see (err, view). the way the golden sunlight only served to make your body seem so heavenly, so utterly temping - he started salivating. he almost detached his dick off of his body from how hard he was beating it that day :( that (cropped) group photo is still one of his top faves and he still looks at it every night before he goes to bed.

roommate scara is still working up the courage to one day sneak into your room while you're out so that he can obtain high-quality goon material. but for now he'll settle for accidental touches (that he definitely did NOT plan). one day, he swears it on EVERYONE'S soul.

there's a piece of sock you left behind in the living room and never saw again. when asked about it, scara will shrug and say he doesn't know where it could be. you assume you must have accidentally thrown it away during landry session. in reality, his dick has violated your sock so much it's become so crusty and icky.

speaking of laundry... roommate scara is definitely a loyal volunteer of doing both his and your laundry due to his... personal agenda. said agenda involves him inhaling every piece of worn clothing you have until he memorizes it before throwing it onto the washing machine. it's definitely his second favorite chore to do.

his favorite chore to do is washing the dishes !! this is because he licks all the utensils you used and even licks off any spare sauce, rice, noodle, etc. left behind on your plate :) this way, you're indirectly kissing him <3

but it's okay if he's gooning 24/7, because he's gooning out of affection. he's doing it for the love of the game !

closing thoughts <3

scara would very much rather shoot his foot with a gun than let anyone inside your shared living space. he's the ultimate gatekeeper. he claims he simply doesn't want anyone intruding his peace but he's just derangely jealous I fear.

scara runs LAPS around your dorm the moment you're even a MINUTE late from the time you told him you'd be home by. oh, it's 7:31PM even though you told him you'd be at the dorm by 7:30PM? yeah, your phone is going to get blown up by his spam messages.

he already planned out your entire marriage and vows in his mind. even has it saved on a google doc.

[1800-fight-me]

An Experiment in Desire

Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader

Rating: E (EXPLICIT - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

Warnings: Explicit sex, takes place in a brothel

Word count: About 2k

Synopsis: You find yourself in a brothel and have an unexpected encounter with the one eyed prince.

Author’s note: So uh... that brothel scene in the last episode really did a number on me,,, this is the filthiest thing I've ever written and I make no apologies thanks @arcielee for the inspo! and also i borrowed this beautiful gif from @aegonx i hope that's okay!!

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You weren’t quite sure how you found yourself in this particular predicament. Despite your loud and frequent complaints throughout the night, you had none to voice now. 

It was a night out with your friends to celebrate the impending marriage of the loudest of your friend group to the baker’s boy. It was a good match, you were happy for her, she liked him well enough and he would be able to provide for her, which was as much as anyone could ask as smallfolk in King’s Landing. 

What you did object to however, was when the group decided that leaving the tavern, after entirely too many rounds of surprisingly strong beer, and heading to a brothel was a good idea. 

She had expressed nerves about her wedding night, and some of the others in your party overruled your protests and decided that bringing her to a brothel so she could ‘at least see what it’s all about’ was the perfect idea. 

You needed no such education, having laid with a man once before, well the word man was a stretch, it was a couple of years ago and he was a boy not much older than you who worked in the stables of the Red Keep. It wasn’t anything to write home about, but it had been sufficient, and your interest in sex had decreased since then. 

Now, you wondered if you had been wrong to not explore other options. The dark rooms were filled with incense, curtains, and moans of ecstacy. Many fornicators weren’t even hidden by curtains, but were completely out in the open for any and all to see. 

Your friends gasped and giggled, watching and whispering as a woman on her knees choked on a man’s cock. You were surprised that she seemed to be enjoying it, and it made you wonder if it was something you would enjoy too. 

A hand slipped into yours and you let your friends tug you along, this time you bit your lip to withhold your gasp as a man licked and feasted on a woman’s cunt. This was something you knew immediately you would enjoy, as a rush of heat filled you and you felt the desire to not just observe anymore, but to participate. 

There was a bit of commotion as a group of loud men filtered into the room and in an effort to get out of their way as the silver haired leader of the group stumbled through yanking back curtains in search for someone- your hand slipped from your friend’s and you were separated from your group. 

One of the men in the group slapped your ass, which startled you so much you stumbled back and pressed yourself against a wall in order to get away from the rowdy intruders. 

Some of the crowd paused their copulation, to look at the disruption and there were whispers. 

“What did you say?” you asked the unclothed woman walking past you. 

“That’s the king,” she replied. Then she looked you up and down, an innuendo in her eyes, and held out a beckoning hand to you. It took all your self control not to slip your hand in hers and follow her anywhere. 

Instead you politely declined with a small shake of your head, and she shrugged and continued on. You stuck to your post guarding the wall, and wondered where your friends had drifted off to. 

You decided you should wander into one of the adjoining rooms to find them, when a man stomped out of the enclosed curtained area the king and his man had gone into. 

The man was completely nude, that was the first thing you noticed. It was difficult not to notice. He was difficult not to notice. He looked like a carved statue, long hard planes of muscle everywhere on his tall form. Long flowing silver hair and an eye of sapphire also caught your eye.

You heard him mutter something to the king, “One whore is as good as another.” The king laughed, but Prince Aemond seemed to shake with anger. 

His presence was intoxicating and you couldn’t look away, especially not when he noticed your attention, and looked directly at you. 

You suddenly forgot how to breathe, how to stand, how to blink as he pinned you within his intense gaze. He stopped his stride as he approached you, standing closer than would ever be considered appropriate for a stranger, and looked you up and down. 

You resisted the urge to squirm as the nude prince dragged his gaze up your body and made you feel laid bare. 

He held a hand out to you, “Come with me.” 

Your pulse jumped and your hand itched to slip into his. 

“My prince, I am not a whore. I am here with friends…” 

He pursed his lips, “Even better. And you appear to be alone. Will you come with me or not?” 

His voice was rough with an unnamed emotion and you wanted to please him, to be the reason for relief from his torment, and you threw all caution to the wind. 

You placed your hand in his, his callouses scraping against your own, and you shivered as he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, as if you were a proper lady and not the bastard daughter of a blacksmith. As if this were a courtship, not a fuck between strangers in a brothel. 

He then slipped his hand across your back and down to your waist and led you out of the large room filled with others. You were quiet, but the same could not be said of the pounding of your heart as a prince of the realm led you to a room with a door. 

“What is your name?” he asked as he shut the door behind him, sealing the two of you alone in a small room with only a desk and chair within it. 

You answered and when he murmured your name back to you, your breath caught in your throat. 

“My Prince,” you breathed out as he took a step towards you. 

“Aemond,” he corrected. 

“Aemond, this is out of character for me, I-“

He raised his brow at you, and you acted rashly, fearing you were losing him, this opportunity, and decided not to talk anymore, and practically threw yourself at him. 

He groaned as his lips met yours, and as he stepped forward to meet you, your bodies collided and he guided you back a few steps until your back hit the wall. 

His tongue was inside your mouth and it was better than any kiss you’d ever had. He moved it with expertise that made your clit throb and you wondered if he would indeed want to use that tongue in other places. 

You realized there was nothing preventing you from touching him, not a single scrap of clothing, and so you let your hands explore. Down from his muscled chest, to his toned abs, lower… 

Aemond gasped in your mouth as your hand grazed his now hardening length. Your hand

continued its journey, cupping his balls and he ripped his lips from yours, a wild look in his eye. Before you could blink, he was ripping the clothes off you, baring you completely. 

You had half a second of feeling insecure as he took a step back and surveyed your naked form, before the prince murmured, “Perfect.” 

His lips and body crashed into you again, your back slamming into the wall, but you didn’t care, didn’t care, didn’t care as his bare skin brushed against yours, as all your curves pressed into his firm muscle, as his cock pressed against you, begging for attention. 

And as you reached a hand between your bodies to once again touch him, his lips pulled from

yours and he looked you in the eyes as his hand followed the same journey as your own. 

He ran a hand from the side of your throat, down your breast, taking a moment to gently squeeze and fondle which had you gasping. His thumb circled your nipple as your hand gripped his hard

cock. 

You both moaned in tandem at the action, and then his hand drifted lower, lower, and lower still, until his large hand cupped your mound and found you soaked beyond belief. 

He groaned as those nimble fingers spread your lips and explored your soaked cunt, quickly finding your clit, just as you rubbed your thumb across the sensitive underside of cock. 

“Fuck,” you panted as you both pleasured one another with your hands. You gripped and pumped his cock as you stared into his lust blown gaze. 

This, you’d never felt so wanted, so attractive, so powerful as when you held a prince

of the realm’s pleasure in your hand. 

His fingers drifted, and with a smirk, he plunged two inside you. You gasped, pleasure unlike

any other as your cunt squeezed him. 

And you could see that release was barreling towards you both, you knew he could tell the same as he batted your hand from him, yanked his hand out of you, and pressed you back against the wall. 

His lips were on you again, consuming you, as he lifted you up, using the leverage of the wall and you followed his lead as you wrapped your legs around his trim waist. 

His tongue tangled with your own as he plunged his cock inside you. 

His impressive length hit you deeper than you’d ever experienced before and you let out a whine. He chuckled, a cocky sound, and gripped the flesh of your hips tightly as he began thrusting in and out. 

You let your head fall back against the wall as you submitted to the waves of pleasure he brought you. 

His lips pressed against your throat, his

tongue and teeth, taking turns to make you whine as he continued to thrust inside you, his tempo hard and punishing and rough and everything you needed. You tried to grind down on him, to meet his thrusts, but he growled and gripped you tighter, pressed you harder against the wall, and you submitted control to him completely and let him use you. 

One hand tangled in his hair, the other gripped any muscle you could find, as his lips traveled down your throat to your breasts. 

As he licked and sucked your nipple, his cock hit the deepest part of you, and his groin ground against your clit, you shattered completely. 

You practically screamed his name as you came harder than you’d ever experienced before. 

This only encouraged him, and his grip on you tightened, you knew you would have bruises tomorrow, and you clenched down his cock as his thrusts increased in pace and intensity. The unholy squelching sound as he pounded inside you was music to your ears, you had no room to be bashful, not as you felt full, deliciously so. 

The frames on the wall shook as he pounded into you, and just as he was about to reach ecstasy, he pulled out of you and put you back on your own two feet. 

You watched as the prince touched himself, that large hand gripping his even larger cock, and your cunt throbbed at the sight. He moaned as his come splattered all across your stomach and breasts. 

You both watched each other, panting, coming down from unbelievable heights. You looked at his beautiful form and thought he was carved by the gods. 

He lifted your head with a finger under your chin, and as you met his gaze once more, and he pressed a swift kiss to your lips. 

“Perhaps we’ll meet again,” he murmured. Then he dropped his hand from your face, turned and left the room. 

You stood there, alone, completely naked, and covered in a royal come and wondered how you found yourself in this situation, but also hoped it could someday be repeated.

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How about Aegon or Aemond corrupting jace's twin? Maybe Aegon does the corrupting and Aemond is into her?

The list of morally wrong things in this one is astronomical, but it’s House of the Dragon so it’s okay. Also, this is part 1 (let me know what should happen in the next part!). I wanted to wait until it was fully finished to post, but this is 6k already so I'm splitting it

Warnings: 18+, smut, uncle/niece incest, corruption, fingering, oral (m receiving), non-consensual touch (not by Aegon or Aemond), protective!Aegon,

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It all began when a letter from your grandsire arrived at Dragonstone, inviting you to spend summer in King’s Landing. You hadn't seen your grandsire since his fiftieth namedays, which was about two years ago, so you were more than pleased to accept his invitation. The gardens were beautiful in the summer…and you hadn’t seen Haelena in a while. 

It was absolutely not in the hopes to see your uncles again.

‘’Are you out of your mind? You’re going straight to the dragons’ den! Have you forgotten how they treated us all these tears we lived there?’’ Jacaerys said, walking into your bedchamber like it was his own.

The news of your summer plans must have reached his ears after his lesson with the Maester. 

‘’They’re not horrible people, you just never got along with them,’’ you fired back at your twin brother as you continued packing your bags for tomorrow.  

Growing up, your brothers had a few differences with Aegon and Aemond — many stupid fights and a lot of bullying on both ends —, but you never had the same treatment. Mayhaps it was because you were spending more time with Haelena than the boys. Or mayhaps they just took their teasing too seriously. 

Jacaerys was not letting it go. ‘’They called you a bastard in your back, like they did Luke and I.’’ 

The first time you heard the word from Aegon’s mouth, it hurt you. Being a bastard was badly seen. Especially for the children of the heir of the Iron throne. His slur branded your mother as a whore. 

Having heard, Jacaerys had come forward, the two pushing and shoving until Ser Criston and Ser Harwin separated them. When informed that a fight had occured in the courtyard between Aegon and Jace, your mother was mad at Jacaerys but also flattered that he had defended her honor. 

‘’We both know the truth about our father, Jace,’’ you reminded him, refusing to be blind. 

Although you and your brothers were conceived from an infidelity, you didn’t feel shame in being your father’s child. You remembered Ser Harwin being around in King’s Landing and making your mother happy. He was a kind and honorable man. Leanor was rarely ever present. 

‘’If the court finds out about our father, I won’t be recognized as heir. They’ll never allow a bastard to sit on the Iron Throne.’’

‘’We’re Targaryens, and that’s all that matters, all you need to sit on the throne,’’ you insisted. ‘’Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to finish packing.’’

⁂

At your return from King’s Landing, you’ll be meeting suitors — which you dreaded. That meant that this summer was going to be the last summer before becoming a wife. The thought of getting married made your stomach churn. Marriage was not something that interested you — at all. Like your mother, you would much rather ride your dragon and travel than live in a Lord’s castle and start a family.

Your arrival was announced to the King, who summoned you in the throne room. 

He stood from the throne as you approached, a smile spreading across his face. ‘’Ah, there you are,’’ Viserys said warmly, stepping down to meet you. ‘’It's good to see you back in King's Landing.’’

You returned the smile. ‘’Thank you for the invitation, Your Grace,’’ you replied respectfully.  

‘’You’ve grown,’’ Viserys remarked, his gaze appraising you. ‘’And you inherited your grandmother's beauty.’’

Though you never had the chance to meet Queen Aemma, you knew it was a compliment. The King always spoke fondly of his late wife.

‘’I’ll be ten and eight soon,’’ you informed him. 

‘’Already?’’ The King raised an eyebrow and you nodded. ‘’Time flies, doesn’t it? We’ll have a tourney in your and Jacaerys’ honor. My first grand-children turning ten and eight, it deserves to be celebrated.’’

⁂

You changed out of your traveling dress, then went looking for your aunt and uncles. 

First, you spotted Aegon soaring overhead on Sunfyre, the golden dragon gleaming in the sunlight. He had gotten so large and beautiful. You’ll have to ask Aegon to ride together next time he goes. 

Next, you made your way to the training yard, where you knew Aemond often spent his time. As expected, you found him there, sparring with Ser Criston, his movements swift and precise. He was much better than your brothers at sparring, you mentally noted.

You called his name excitedly as you stepped down the stairs, which you realized was a mistake when he almost got taken down by Ser Criston. You apologized, but Aemond shook his head. 

‘’No harm done,’’ he assured you, putting away his sword and walking over to you. 

The last time you were in this training yard, you kicked Aemond’s ass. You were only kids, but it was still one of your greatest victories. Sword-fighting was in your blood. With a little bit of training, you would be as great as the boys in this yard.

‘’Can you still hold a sword, Princess?’’ 

⁂

You and Aemond cleaned up just in time for dinner, where you greeted the Queen and Helaena. They had the same hairstyle, which reminded of you and your mother, Rhaenyra. Children look up to their parents.

After dinner, you, Helaena, Aemond and Aegon retired to the latter’s chamber and spent the evening talking, laughing and eating small cakes and other sweet treats that you had requested from the kitchens.  

‘’These pastries are divine,’’ you said, loving the bitter raspberry mixed with the sweetness of the tart. ‘’We don’t have anything like this on Dragonstone.’’ You took another bite, humming at the taste.

Just as you finished your third tart, Aegon stood and excused himself. ‘’It's been wonderful having you here, dear niece, but duty calls.’’

You glanced out the window, noticing the silver glow of the moon and the twinkling stars against the dark sky. ‘’At late hour?’’ 

Aegon paused for a moment, a confident smirk spreading across his face. ‘’Some duties can only be fulfilled at night,’’ he declared cryptically, his gaze flickering mischievously towards Aemond, who could only shake his head in response.

‘’I wouldn't exactly call it duty,’’ Aemond remarked, trailing off as Aegon interjected with a mischievous grin.

‘’A treat, then,’’ the older prince continued, redirecting his attention to you with a knowing look. ‘’You enjoy pastries. I, however, have a preference for women.’’

Confusion clouded your expression. ‘’What do you mean?’’

‘’Sex,’’ Aegon declared boldly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. 

Your gaze fell to your feet, color rising in your cheeks. ‘’Oh.’’ 

Aegon's lips twitched with amusement at your reaction. ‘’Ever had sex, dear niece?’’ 

‘’Aegon,’’ Aemond interjected, his voice a warning.

You shook your head. 

It was a good thing that Helaena had fallen asleep or she would have covered her ears. Sex always made her uncomfortable. 

‘’Not even with yourself?’’ Aegon continued. 

Confusion struck your face. ���’Eh, no.’’

‘’You’re missing out.’’ 

⁂

Every night, you watched from your window as Aegon sneaked out through the secret passageway of the Red Keep. You had discovered these passageways when you were playing hide and seek as kids. Aemond always complained that hiding there was cheating, but you and Aegon did it anyway.

You couldn't help but wonder what was so great about sex that made him go out every night.  

One night, you decided to follow him. The curiosity was too much to resist. 

You snuck early through the secret passageways and waited for any sign of Aegon's approach. The damp, narrow corridors brought back memories of your childhood games. 

Finally, you heard his familiar footsteps echoing down the passage. As he rounded the corner, you stepped out of the shadows. 

‘’What is my favorite niece doing here?’’ Aegon asked, raising an eyebrow. He had a dark cloak over his shoulders, covering any signs that could give his identity away in the city. 

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest. ‘’I want to come to the pleasure house with you.’’ 

Aegon stared at you for a moment, then laughed. 

‘’I'm serious, Aegon. I…I want to know about sex.’’ You tried to make your voice confident, knowing Aegon would send you to your chamber if he sensed a sliver of uncertainness. 

Taking your hand in his, Aegon led you through the maze of streets and alleys. It was bustling with people. Merchants and artisanal liquor sellers were pushing their beverages at you, almost forcing you to have a taste. Some people were drunk and stumbling about, while some were playing instruments with surprising skill, their melodies blending with the occasional fights breaking out nearby. You could hear obscene sounds from darkened alleys, adding to the chaotic symphony of the night. 

It was your first time coming to the city, and the overwhelming sights and sounds made you clung to Aegon, not wishing to get lost. 

He came to a stop when you reached a dark wooden door. Aegon pushed it open and pulled you inside. 

The stuffy air hit you immediately, making you wrinkle your nose. Aegon took off his hood, but didn’t let go of you. You were under his responsibility tonight. Around you, people lounged around in various states of undress, some lost in laughter, others in more intimate activities that brought a pink tint to your cheeks. 

Aegon made a stop to the bar, ordering two cups of wine. One for him, and one for you. 

‘’Drink,’’ he said. ‘’It’s nothing like what we have at the Keep, but it'll help you relax.’’ 

You took the glass and sipped tentatively, the sour taste of the wine making you grimace. He was right about this wine being disgusting. You had to force it down your throat. 

‘’What do you do when you come here?’’ you asked, looking around with a mix of curiosity and unease.

Aegon leaned against the bar as he downed the rest of his drink. ‘’I get my cock sucked. Or I fuck some whore. Depends how I’m feeling that night.’’ 

His bluntness caught you off guard, and you felt your cheeks flush. ‘’What of me? How do I…’’ You bit your lip, the words shy on your tongue. ‘’I don’t have a cock.’’ 

‘’You don’t need a cock for pleasure.’’ Aegon set his empty cup on the bar. ‘’Come with me.’’ 

You followed him through the mass of people, avoiding touching or being touched by anyone. Some of these people were very handsy and pushy, asking for things you didn’t quite understand. 

One the way, a woman approached Aegon, her dress barely clinging to her body. She smiled seductively at him, her eyes flicking to you briefly before returning to him. ‘’Care for some company tonight, my prince?’’ she purred, hoping to make some good money tonight. 

Aegon glanced at you, as if gauging your reaction, then back at the woman. ‘’Not tonight.’’

The whore looked at you behind Aegon, giving you a full stare down, and glared. Did she take you for another whore? In your silk dress and jewelry around your neck?

You followed your uncle to a room, gasping in shock when you saw a woman being penetrated by two men. One was standing at her head, her mouth wrapped around him. Spit was dribbling from her mouth, but she didn’t seem to care. And the other was thrusting into her from behind, loud moans leaving their mouths. To your right, a woman with saggy breasts was bouncing on a bearded man’s cock. She craned her head back to kiss her partner, sweat covering both their bodies. 

It was not at all what you had expected. No one seemed shy or embarrassed of exposing themself in front of so many people. In fact, they didn’t seem to care at all. They were just there to take what they needed. 

‘’Don’t listen to what your Septa told you. Sex is not just for baby-making, sex is for pleasure. For the woman as it is for the man,’’ Aegon purred into your ear as you watched the people around you. ‘’Men find pleasure from their cock.’’ He pointed to a man getting his male part sucked, his head thrown back and moaning. ‘’And women from their cunny.’’ He pointed to two women in a corner, one with her hand between her partner’s legs. She seemed to be feeling great pleasure, you noticed.  ‘’Although most people here indulge in penetrative sex, penetration is not necessary for pleasure. You can find that same pleasure — at least similar to — by yourself.’’

‘’I want to try,’’ you stated, wanting to feel the same pleasure as her. 

Aegon shook his head. ‘’We’re only here to watch. I’m not letting any of these men get their hands on you.’’

You frowned. ‘’How am I supposed to learn?’’ 

Aegon motioned for one of the unoccupied whores to come up to him. Her hair was brown and very long. He gave her body a few caresses, then pointed at you as he explained something to her. She nodded in understanding and took your hand, leading you to a corner where a ‘bed’ was not being used.

‘’Larissa is gonna teach you the ways to pleasure,’’ Aegon explained. 

⁂

On your return from the brothel, you said a giggly ‘good night’ to Aegon and disappeared inside your chamber, excited to undress and try what Larissa had taught you. You had studied her movements, which had triggered tingly feelings between your legs. 

You unlaced your dress and boots, then flopped down on your bed. You opened your legs, exposing your pussy, and took a short moment to look down at it. It was different from Larissa’s. Your hair density was different and you didn’t have the floppy skin she called ‘petals’, but you didn’t think too much of it. All bodies were different, she said. 

The cool air of the room made the throbbing between your legs worse. Was this how it was supposed to feel? 

Tentatively, you lowered one hand between your legs, right against your throbbing core, and breathlessly gasped when you made contact with your sensitive skin. You threw your head back against the wall and closed your eyes at the new found sensation. 

Wetness stuck to your fingers and you pressed harder against your core, causing your eyelashes to flutter. ‘’Ahh.’’ 

Your fingers traced the seam of your slit, spreading the wetness around. Each touch sent waves of sensation through you, making you want more. Taking it to the next level, you swiped between your folds, causing you to moan as soon as you met your sensitive flesh. 

You continued doing so, humming in delight and feeling yourself relax more into the sensations your fingers were bringing. Why had no one told you about this kind of pleasure before? It was much better than eating raspberry tarts. 

Another moan slipped past your lips, the tingly feeling between your legs intensifying. You pushed your hips down onto your hand and sighed softly, arching your back from the bed. But it wasn't enough. 

Something inside you was tingling. 

Finding no better ways to relieve these tingles, you slid your middle finger inside of yourself. Immediately, your walls closed around your finger, warm and wet. It felt strange — and sinful. You began moving it in and out, your mouth opening to form an ‘O’ shape. 

‘’Oh Gods…’’ 

You began pumping your finger in and out a bit faster, thinking it was what you needed, but it did not make the tingles go away. It did feel good, but after a moment, your hand was getting tired and the tingles were growing more intense. 

‘’What am I doing wrong?’’ you asked aloud, feeling frustrated. 

⁂

On the morrow, after your afternoon tea with Helaena, you knocked on Aegon’s door. He rarely left his chambers during the day — other than for dinner or to ride Sunfire —, so you knew he would be there. 

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the heavy wooden door. The sound echoed in the quiet hallway. Moments later, the door creaked open, revealing Aegon in his usual princely attire. His silver hair was tousled, and his eyes had a tired look. 

‘’I need your help,’’ you said, not wasting time with formal greetings. ‘’Something seems wrong with my body, I’m afraid…’’ 

Aegon raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe. ‘’What do you mean?’’

You hesitated, second thinking if you should be going to him about your intimate problems. After all, Aegon had boy parts, how could he help you? ‘’What Larissa taught me last night, it is not working. I tried, but I cannot…make the tingles go away. My finger is not enough.’’ 

Aegon's expression shifted from curious to alarmed as he glanced on both sides of the halfway, making sure no one had heard you. If anyone knew of your little escapade into the city, Aegon would be in a lot of trouble. 

Then, he stepped aside, gesturing for you to enter quickly. The room was somber despite the large window dorning over the city, and the bed was unmade. You couldn’t say you were surprised by the latter. 

Aegon shut the door behind you, pulling you out of your observation, and turned to face you. ‘’You should be more careful of the matters you speak about outside closed doors. You would be surprised by the number of ill intentioned ears that are waiting for bad whispers in this castle.’’

You nodded, having not thought of that. On Dragonstone, there weren't as many maids or servants.  They mostly assisted your mother and the younger children, or busied themselves with cleaning tasks in the lower floors of the castle. 

‘’Take a seat,’’ Aegon invited, sitting down in a large velvet chair at the center of the room and gesturing towards a loveseat right across for you. ‘’And tell exactly what you mean by ‘not enough’.’’ 

You pursed your lips, trying to find the right words. ‘’I do not know how to put it into words… All I know is that when I inserted my finger inside myself, it felt good. But the tingles intensified and my finger wasn’t enough anymore. A-am I broken, Aegon?’’ 

He laughed quietly at the last remark. ‘’Broken? No. You’re not broken, my darling. You’re simply not doing it quite right. You see, in order to truly satisfy yourself when you’re all alone…a finger simply isn’t enough.’’ Aegon leaned in his seat, speaking closer to you. ‘’Would you like me to show you how to truly do it, properly?’’

You were most certain that you should not be doing this, but going back to the brothel was not a possibility at the moment. It was likely closed during the daytime and, although Helaena was a woman, you doubted she could be of help. 

Aegon stood and pulled you with him, guiding you to his bed. ‘’Lay down. Make yourself comfortable.’’

You scooted back until you hit the pillows, glaring at the sheet when your foot got stuck in it. If Aegon would make his bed in the mornings, it would not have happened. 

Once you were settled, he pulled your dress up, letting the layers bunch at your hips and pushed your legs apart. You were completely exposed to him, and rather than feeling uncomfortable under your uncle’s gaze, you spread yourself wider, desperate to feel good. 

‘’Gods,’’ Aegon growled under his breath. His hand gently rubbed your inner thigh, caressing your soft skin. ‘’You have one magnificent cunny, dear niece.’’ He moved his hand up the inside of your thigh, gently playing with your soft sparse hair there, almost teasingly. ‘’Makes me want to kiss it.’’ 

You whined, feeling a tinge of shyness at his compliment. ‘’Aegon…’’ 

‘’I mean it. I’ve seen a lot in my short life, but none ever compared.’’ He pressed his fingers firmly against you, making you mewl from the contact. 

It felt different from your own fingers. More pleasurable. 

Aegon kept up the circular motions, using a bit more pressure, as he watched your expression flicker with pleasure, your mouth open and eyebrows knitted as a moan slipped from your lips. He began swiping his thumb over your clit and it made you moan so loud anyone who was passing in the hallway must’ve heard. 

Your reaction made Aegon chuckle, amused. He brought a finger over your lips, shushing you. ‘’If you do this again, you’re gonna alert one of the maids. We don't want that, do we?’’ He stroked a piece of your hair, looking at you like you were the most beautiful woman he laid his eyes on.

You shook your head. ‘’I-I’ll be quiet,’’ you promised.

‘’Now, I’m going to put my fingers inside of you,’’ he explained as two fingers slipped down and entered you, sinking between your folds.

You gasped and pushed your hips against Aegon’s hand, realizing this was exactly what you needed. ‘’Ahh, this feels so good.’’

Aegon’s smirk widened, his eyes darkening with desire as he felt your hips move against him. ‘’See, nothing is broken. You just needed uncle Aegon’s help.’’ He increased the pace a bit, his fingers moving rapidly as your breath came in short gasps and moans as your mind got lost in the sensations. 

Your whole body was on fire, trembling by need as his thumb started rubbing your clit again. You felt the heat inside yourself intensify, you could feel the release you so desperately craved was building. 

You whined, grabbing the sheets next to you. ‘’A-Aegon, something feels strange. I think— I think I’m going to pee.’’ 

You squeezed your eyes shut and focused on not wetting the bed. How embarrassing would that be?  

‘’You’re not going to pee. Don’t worry.’’ Aegon continued his ministrations. ‘’This is good. This is exactly what you want.’’ 

‘’No. I’m going to pee, I’m going to—’’ You interrupted yourself as your back arched off the bed as your final release hit you, your hands fisting one of the pillows so hard you almost pierced a hole with your fingernails. 

Aegon’s free hand covered your mouth just in time, muffling your cries while you rode out your pleasure on his hand. 

⁂

You sat on your vanity chair while servants were cleaning up the aftermath of your bath. Your chamber smelled of lavender oil, which you poured into the water to help get a great night of sleep. The beds were luxurious in the Red Keep, but it lacked the comfort of home. 

‘’Will it be all, Princess?’’ your handmaid asked after brushing your freshly washed hair. 

You thanked her for her service. ‘’Yes. Thank you, Dyana.’’ 

‘’I will see you in the morning, Princess.’’ 

Dyana left your chambers, and you waited for the servants to do the same. You didn't want to press them, but you were impatient to watch them leave. 

Once everyone was out, you laid on your bed and pulled up your nightgown. 

At supper, you had sat across Aegon and your eyes had fallen on his hand holding his goblet of wine. Precisely his long, thick, and dexterous fingers. You knew it was sinful to have such thoughts during a family meal, but you had been unable to keep yourself from thinking about the intense pleasure Aegon's fingers brought you. You had to clamp your thighs under the table, feeling a needy ache in your cunny. 

Your fingertips skimmed over your folds, and you let out a small moan. You've been waiting all evening to do that. Your index finger slipped down to the pearl Aegon touched this afternoon and you made small, soft circles around it. A jolt of pleasure went up your spine. That felt so good. You continued rubbing soft circles, causing arousal to leak down your cunny. 

You ceased the attention to your clit and brought your middle finger down to your entrance, spreading your wetness before sinking your finger inside. A sweet moan echoed in the room, but you reminded yourself to be quiet. Always quiet. 

Closing your eyes, you imagined Aegon slipping his long, thick fingers deep inside you. Your walls clenched down on your finger, and then you slipped in a second. 

‘’Ah, Aegon.’’

Like the night prior, your fingers were too small to reach where you needed. Frowning in frustration, you searched around your chamber for something that resembled a finger. There was a forgotten spoon from when you had tea brought up — too small — and a wooden stick used to roll parchment paper — too big. Lastly, you saw your hairbrush on your vanity. Perfect. The handle of it was smooth, it shouldn’t hurt.

You wiped your fingers on the sheets and got up to grab it. You brought the hairbrush handle down to your cunny and paused. Although you were alone in your chamber, you couldn’t help but worry you would get in trouble if anyone found out about this. Shaking that thought, you cautiously pressed the handle to your hole, and steadily pushed it in. You felt your cunny squeezing and slighting bucking your hips at the brush. 

The sensation was foreign, but not unpleasant. As you pressed the handle deeper, you let out a soft gasp, quickly covering your mouth with your free hand to stifle any more sounds. You moved the brush handle gently at first, allowing your body to adjust to the unfamiliar intrusion.

Your other hand moved back to your clit, resuming the soft circles that had felt so good before. The combined sensations were intense, sending waves of pleasure through you. Your breath was short and your eyes fluttered closed as you imagined Aegon with you, his fingers instead of the brush.

The handle moved in and out, your movements growing more urgent as tears formed at the corner of your eyes, overwhelmed by pleasure. Your hips rocked against it, whining needily as you felt the pressure building, your muscles tightening as you edged closer to climax. Your walls clenched around the handle, and with one final push, the pleasure overwhelmed you. Your body shook with the force of your orgasm, your back arching off the bed. 

You stayed there for a moment, panting and trembling, the handle still inside you. That felt… You couldn’t find any words to describe it. 

Slowly, you pulled the hairbrush out, and placed it on the bed. Its handle was coated with your slick but you didn’t bother to clean it, pulling the covers over your body and drifting to sleep. 

⁂

‘’Good morrow, Uncle,’’ you greeted, crossing paths with Aemond in the halls of the Red Keep after breaking fast.

Aemond gave you a short nod.  ‘’Good morrow, Princess.’’

‘’Are you heading to the dragonpit?’’ you asked, noting the faint scent of smoke clinging to his black leather riding doublet. 

‘’No. Returning, actually.’’

A pout formed on your lips, disappointed. ‘’That's unfortunate. I was heading there and hoping we could go together. I would go with Aegon, but he is not a morning person, as you know.’’

‘’We could go in the morrow after breaking fast?’’ Aemond suggested, watching as a smile lit your face. 

⁂

Just as you were about to seek servants and ask them to prepare you a bath, Aegon knocked on your door and asked if you wanted to join him for another night in the city. He didn’t have any friends to accompany him, and Aemond was too much of a prude to go to brothels. Although you were younger, you didn’t have a stick up your ass. 

On the way, Aegon dropped a few gold coins and got you sweets from a street baker. He wiped the cherry glaze on your lips with his thumb, sucking it into his mouth. 

You sat at a table and indulged in wine amongst the men. Around you, women were dancing in their smallest clothes, entertaining the customers inside the brothel. Beside you, Aegon watched the curious fascination on your face while sipping his wine, pleased to see you were having fun. He made sure to drink enough to relax, but not too much he wouldn’t be able to keep an eye out.

When you finished your cup, Aegon rose to his feet and took you to the back of the brothel. Excitement was bubbling in your stomach, hearing the sounds of pleasure coming from men and women behind each of the curtains. 

As you entered one of the rooms, a woman came up to Aegon and begged to suck his cock for free, desperately wanting a taste of the prince. She was only wearing a piece of cloth tied into a skirt, her small breasts and pointy nipples bared to all. 

‘’Watch and learn, little one. Your future husband will enjoy this,’’ Aegon said with a wink. 

He shoved his breeches down, exposing his surprisingly large cock to everyone in the room. You stared at it with wide eyes. Were all the cocks big? You peaked around you, searching for comparisons, but nothing seemed to come close. 

When you drew your eyes back to your uncle, the woman was kneeling before Aegon, his cock already in her mouth. The action surprised you, but you took notes and watched as she bobbed her head down his shaft, sucking and slurping as spit dribbled from her mouth. Your eyes flickered to Aegon, who was groaning, taking pleasure from the woman’s mouth. 

‘’Agh, fuck,’’ he slurred, his head slightly back. ‘’That mouth is made to suck cocks!’’ 

On the ground, the woman looked satisfied to please him. She moaned as Aegon grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced himself deeper into her mouth, groaning obscenely until he released his semen down her throat. Some spilled from her lips, but Aegon didn’t wipe it off like he did with the cherry glaze. He pushed her off him and re-dressed himself. 

‘’Do all men enjoy this?’’ you asked. 

He chuckled softly before responding. His eyes met your wide, curious gaze. ‘’Oh yes, most men enjoy it very much. Now, would you like another cup of wine?’’ 

You smiled. ‘’Please.’’ 

You sat on a couch by yourself, waiting for Aegon’s return. Before you, a woman was getting her cunny pounded by a bearded man. She moaned loudly, grabbing at her nipples. The sight made you think of the hairbrush you had inserted in yourself last night. It had filled you up nicely, but you couldn’t help but wonder how delightful a cock must feel.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the man who approached you until he grabbed your hand and placed it on his cock. You froze, a bewildered look on your face. He said something, but you couldn’t hear it, too focused on how clammy and hairy he felt. You tried to retract your hand, but he gripped it tightly, forcing you to rub him.

The Gods must have heard your prayers because Aegon returned with the wine and saw what was happening. His jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed in anger. He quickly stepped in, his presence commanding attention.

‘’Let go of her or I’ll cut your fucking cock,’’ he threatened through clenched teeth, his hand on the dagger tucked into his belt. His voice was low and deadly, leaving no doubt that he meant every word.

The man’s eyes widened in surprise when he heard Aegon, and his grip on your hand loosened enough for you to slip away. You wiped it on the skirt of your dress, trying to erase the feeling of the stranger’s cock. Washing them with soap and water would have been better, but there was no bassin to do so.

‘’I-I apologize, my prince. I did not know the whore was yours—’’ the man stuttered, making excuses, but  Aegon didn’t want to hear them. 

He grabbed his shoulder and pinned him against the wall, bringing the dagger to his throat.  The man's eyes widened further as the dagger's blade pressed against his skin, fear flashing on his face. ‘’She’s not a fucking whore,’’ Aegon’s voice was low and dangerous, his eyes burning with rage. 

The man swallowed hard. ‘’I-I apologize again, my prince. I meant no disrespect.’’

Aegon took a step closer, the dagger still at the man's throat. ‘’Don’t. Touch. Her. Again.’’ He looked down at his manly parts, then back at his face. ‘’Unless you want to lose your little cock.’’ 

 ⁂

The journey back to the Red Keep was silent. Aegon's grip on your hand was tight, his knuckles white from the tension. He was fuming, his eyes still narrowed in anger, his mind clearly still consumed by anger from the incident at the brothel. He kept you close, his gaze scanning the surroundings to ensure no one else tried to approach you. 

When you finally reached the safety of the castle, he stopped in his tracks and turned to you. Guilt was consuming him. What happened was his fault. If he hadn’t left your side, this man would not have forced your delicate hand on his filthy cock.

Aegon opened his mouth to speak, then shook his head. He walked past you, abandoning you in the secret passages. 

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