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The Vanity and Variability (5)

[ Jane Austen • Aemond x Baratheon • female ]

[ warnings: kissing, masturbation, sexual tension, angst, mention of trauma, character death ]

[ description: Despite coming from a family with royal blood, Aemond is forced because of his brother’s debts to choose one of the daughters of the famously wealthy general, Borros Baratheon, as his wife to save his family from bankruptcy. When he arrives to make his choice he is distraught and discouraged, made all the more so by watching from the sidelines his youngest daughter, who seems more intrigued by his dog than her possible future husband. Slow burn, sexual tension, regency and Jane Austen prose vibe, vain, self-righteous Aemond. ]

A story which is an alternative universe of The Impossbile Choice taking place in regency times (1805-1815). The characters are all the same as in the main series, however, for obvious reasons they will behave differently and experience things differently from medieval times. You can read this without having to delve into the main series.

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* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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It seemed to him that it had all been a dream. The fact that she'd found out about his affair with Alys, which had gone on for years in London, his long, desperate letter that he'd cried over while writing it. That she had come to him, that she had said she wanted to stay with him.

That he had touched her.

He could still hear her sweet, innocent moans of surprise in his head, smell her scent in his nostrils, taste her on his lips after he placed loud, greedy kisses on her neck. He could feel her juices between his fingers, how hot she was, how intensely she responded to his every motion, exploring her body with him, her path to pleasure.

He felt like he was going to explode with arousal, that he was simply going to cum from just touching her and watching the reaction of her sweet body.

When she finally came, when he felt how much moisture flowed from inside her straight onto his fingers with the residual strength of his will, he refrained from throwing himself at her and sliding inside her, feeling how wet and hot she was inside from his treatments, how much she craved him.

When she looked at him with that hazy, beautiful gaze full of heat and affection he kissed her so shamelessly that he was surprised at himself.

And then she stood up, terrified, without letting him get a word in edgewise, announced that they could no longer be friends and ran out of his room with tears in her eyes.

He sat still for a few minutes, staring blankly in front of him, not knowing what to do. Even though he was ashamed, even though he knew he should be thinking about something else right now, about how he would convince her father to give her to him, his hand headed under the material of his trousers.

He groaned loudly as he squeezed his length in his hand, imagining that he had done what he desired, that he had slipped deep inside her, that she was lying beneath him and looking up at him with that same wonderful, hot gaze, that she was moaning just as innocently, heated with pleasure and exertion.

He began to massage himself with quick, aggressive movements, panting hard, thinking of slipping his tongue between her lips again, of giving her everything she wanted.

He came so hard that he pressed his face against his pillow, trying to drown out the sounds coming from his throat, his own semen spilling down his fingers onto the sheets beneath him. He was panting loudly in elation and thought with surprise mixed with despair that he had never before come as hard with Alys as he did now, thinking of his friend.

The thought that he subconsciously wanted her so much surprised and embarrassed him.

He thought he had to make it all right and realised that even if they had not done that he would still have chosen her.

His friend.

He realised this on one of their walks into town, during which they were accompanied by Mr Baratheon himself, longing for some fresh air. They were walking together at the front, and he was surprised when he began to speak suddenly of his late wife.

"When I met her, she was not fond of me. She thought I was immature and incapable of being a serious man. She was right. All I thought about was women, cards, alcohol and having fun with my friends without caring what other people thought of me. I had a huge fortune, but she still didn't want me. She said her husband could not be like a stranger to her, but had to be her friend. I didn't understand it at the time, but now I know that when I really started to listen to her and she saw how valuable she was to me, I myself started to open up to her. During one walk I told her about my whole life and she just listened to me. I wept like a child in front of her and thought I had completely lost respect in her eyes, but the following day she sent me a letter saying that she would marry me. It was the most beautiful day of my life." He said with his voice trembling at the last sentence, he could see from the corner of his eye that his eyes had reddened and he swallowed with difficulty as he tried to continue speaking, folding his hands behind him.

"I tell you this because I can't imagine a more unbearable thing than a wife I wouldn't even like. You must like your future wife, moreover, you should be a devoted friend to her, and she should reciprocate. Life itself is too difficult to share it with someone you don't even like." He finished his statement and grunted, turning towards Royce, who asked him something loudly from a distance, walking by his youngest sister's side.

Aemond turned towards them, and when his gaze met hers she smiled broadly and warmly, as she had always done in recent days when they ran into each other. He swallowed loudly, turning his face towards the road, feeling a strange warmth spread through his body, his heart pounding hard in his chest.

Life itself is too difficult to share with someone you don't even like.

He thought, swallowing hard, that he could have pretended to go on wondering who he would choose, which of his daughters he liked most, but he knew he had made his choice the moment he danced with her at the ball.

Some sort of understanding had developed between them, he felt relaxed in her company, even when they discussed her approach was full of openness and understanding, she never squeezed anything out of him by force, she never asked him which of her sisters he intended to choose.

He realised, however, that he had been waiting for what had happened to him when he saw Alys, for that thought that he must possess her and have her, that he would feel a sudden flame which, however, was extinguished as quickly as it had appeared.

When he thought of the youngest Miss Baratheon a small candle flame came to his mind, surrounding itself with the care of his hand as he walked down a dark corridor. Its flame did not scald, but gave a sense of security and solace.

He thought embarrassedly that he would propose to her as soon as he had sorted it all in his head and figured out how he should present his feelings to her so as not to frighten her.

So that she would agree.

However, afterwards it seemed to him that his worst possible nightmare had come true and Colonel Strong had completely destroyed his image in her eyes. It wasn't until she shouted the truth in his face about who he was that he realised in the back of his mind what he had actually done, and thought with shame that it made him want to cry.

He had spent years of his life having an affair with a woman who didn't really mean anything to him just so he could feel desired by someone.

He knew that she would never want him again, but what overwhelmed him the most was the thought that she would avoid him again, that she would not forgive him this time.

He wept as he wrote his letter to her, recognising at last that if he wanted to share his feelings with anyone, it was with her, his friend. So he wrote her everything, without bluntness or hiding, admitting everything with shame and humility, hoping that she would give him a chance and at least read his explanation.

As he slipped the letter under her door he locked himself in his room, sitting down at his secretary's desk and hid his face in his hands, feeling empty and tired.

He wasn't sure he had ever cared so much about anyone's good opinion, and thought with painful amusement that he had fought all his life for attention and a good word from his father and grandfather, only to suffer perpetual humiliation from them.

She would never humiliate him.

She was warm, kind and full of joy, always finding an explanation or solution to problems that seemed to him to be lost in advance.

However, he thought nothing could be done this time and shuddered when he heard a quiet knock on his door.

Then all he could hear was the rapid pounding of his heart, and as he lay down next to her on the bed he swallowed loudly, clenching his eyes shut, keeping his distance from her just enough so that she couldn't feel his throbbing, hard erection on her.

He was embarrassed and surprised at how much he desired her.

After she left he practically didn't sleep through the night, twisting and fidgeting, thinking about what he wanted to say to her. He felt that he should ask her opinion first, rather than going directly to her father, considering in fact her decision as the most important one, without which he had no right to do anything more.

He had been ready to go down to breakfast since early morning, and when he heard the sound of the door opening he literally ran out of his room, eager to see which of the sisters had come out.

He headed for the dining room, but only came across servants preparing the table for the meal, laying out clean plates and cutlery. He heard the loud slamming of the front door and walked out quickly, spotting her silhouette walking ahead.

"Miss Baratheon." He called out after her. She stopped and turned over her shoulder, pale and terrified, her eyes wide.

He thought with pain that she regretted what they had done and he needed to make amends quickly.

He approached her breathing loudly through his mouth, folding his hands behind him, wanting to hide how much they were shaking.

"I'd like to take a moment with you, if you'll allow me." He said in a slightly trembling, throaty voice, thinking with embarrassment that he was scared like a little child.

She looked at him with big eyes, breathing hard, terrified, not saying a word, so he continued.

"I realise that what has happened over the last few days, and last night, may reflect badly on me as a man and a gentleman, to say the least. I will also understand if you have a completely understandable grudge against me for not doing what I am doing now before I dared to touch you. However −"

"− Mr Targaryen −"

"− however, I wish with all my heart to rectify my mistake and humbly ask you to agree to become my wife." He choked out with difficulty on one exhale, feeling that if he stopped speaking he would not be able to gather his thoughts again.

He felt uncomfortable when her silence answered him, she swallowed loudly, looking at him with tears in her eyes.

"I am obliged and grateful for these words, sir, but I must refuse you." She said in a quiet, trembling voice, and he looked at her in disbelief, not knowing for a moment what to say.

What?

"Why?" He growled in a more aggressive tone than he would have liked, his jaw clenched in rage, in a sense of rejection, his heart pounding like mad. She turned her gaze away, looking everywhere but at him.

"I have no intention of becoming your wife because of your remorse, sir. All my life I would only think of you proposing to me by showing me favour, not affection." She said trying to sound dispassionate, biting her lower lip, struggling not to cry in front of him.

He stared at her with his mouth wide open, breathing loudly and shook his head, chuckling nervously under his breath.

"I'm afraid I'm not following you, Miss Baratheon. Will you explain to me why you visited my room, why you laid in my bed, if you did not desire to become my wife?" He hissed in frustration, but it was only when those words left his mouth that he heard how bad they sounded.

She threw him a sudden, surprised look full of pain, her lower lip trembled in disbelief, tears that she had tried so hard to hold back flowed down her face.

"I am sorry if I have confused you, sir, and given you false hope. I am entirely to blame and hope that God will one day forgive me for what I did last night. And now, with apologies, I would like to be left alone." She whispered in a voice washed out of emotion, from which shivers went through him, and then she turned and moved ahead along the dirt road, wiping her cheeks with her hands.

He stared at her dully, watching her walk away, his chest rising and falling in quick, anxious breaths.

He covered his face with his hand and wept helplessly, thinking only that he didn't mean what he said, that he simply hoped that she came to him because she reciprocated his feelings, because she desired what he did.

That his proposal would bring them both relief and make her not feel guilty about what had happened between them.

He returned to their mansion pale, not knowing what to do with himself, where to go, not completely anticipating this course of events.

Royce snapped him out of his reverie by saying that a letter had come for him, handing him an envelope, and he opened it without thinking, staring dully at the two sentences written with his grandfather's handwriting.

Your father is dead. Return to London immediately.

He felt as if the whole world had just collapsed on his head.

He informed Mr Baratheon immediately of what had happened and asked him to lend him his horse and send his belongings to London separately, wanting to be there as soon as possible, while asking them to look after Vhagar in his absence.

He thought that after what had happened he could not bear to stay here any longer.

He set off immediately, without waiting for her return, without saying goodbye to her.

He thought that she didn't want to see him anyway.

When he arrived he had to take a bath and change immediately, and then he joined his family, gathered in his father's bedroom, all of them sitting in mourning garments. His mother ran up to him and hugged him tightly, whispering in his ear that she was glad he was able to return so quickly.

His grandfather grunted, lifting his chin high so that everyone could hear what he was going to say.

"Now that we've all gathered, it's time for the reading of the deceased's will." He said and nodded to one of the lawyers, who was holding an envelope in his hand.

He slit it open in front of their eyes, they all looked at him in suspense, Rhaenyra sitting by her dead father's bed lifted her head, looking at the man with her lips tightened.

"I, Viserys Targaryen, in this document signed and sealed by me announce my last will,

I bequeath the Yorkshire estate and a quarter of my estate to my widow wife, who may do with part of her property as she sees fit. I bequeath the estates in Harnway and Dermore successively to my first-born son Aegon and to my second son, Aemond. My estate in London I pass to my eldest daughter, Rhaenyra, along with all the family possessions located there for generations. The rest of my estate is to be distributed fairly among all my children."

An uncomfortable, long silence fell, Aegon laughed aloud, burying his face in his hands, subconsciously knowing that this was what awaited him.

He was the first-born son, but their ancestral estate was to pass to their sister.

"The law states that ancestral estates can only pass to sons or be passed down the male line. We will challenge this will as illegitimate." Said Otto in an indifferent, impassive tone, Rhaenyra stood up, looking at him with rage and hatred.

"How dare you. For years you poisoned my father's mind and pushed me away from him. You can see that at the end of his life he understood who really loved him and who was just preying on him." She hissed, breathing heavily. He decided he didn't have the strength for it and walked out, leaving the loud arguments behind, heading to his room.

He sat on his bed, looking down at his hands and laughed out loud, shaking his head, leaning forward.

He had nothing.

His only inheritance was a country manor in Dermore, unvisited by anyone for years, overgrown with mould and damp for sure.

That's how much his sacrifice meant to his father.

He squeezed his eye shut, thinking about the morning, about what he had done, what he had said, and closed his face in his hands, wanting to disappear, to simply cease to exist.

Whatever hope he had gained in recent weeks, God seemed to laugh cruelly in his face.

It seemed to him that he was destroying everything valuable in his path.

His father's funeral was a grand event, attended by crowds of aristocracy from all over England at their family estate. He felt a squeeze in his pit and a kind of discomfort when, from among dozens of people, Countess Rivers emerged in front of him, smiling at him in the same catlike way, her eyes dark with desire, her gown completely black but revealing her full, shapely breasts.

She approached him, fanning herself, looking at him curiously.

"It has been a long time since we have seen each other, dear Mr Targaryen. You do not write back to my letters. Have the country daughters of Mr Baratheon taken your fancy?" She asked with amusement, revealing rows of her white teeth.

He knew that she was teasing him, that she was convinced that he was furious about having to travel there, about having to choose among them.

Only a few weeks ago he would have told her that he missed her and locked himself in a room with her, disregarding the fact that he should be mourning his father.

Now, however, when he looked at her he felt only pain.

She was so different from her.

There was no warmth in her gaze, only an expectation to entertain.

There was no openness and lightness in her demeanour to encourage confidences, discussion, trust, only some dark, feminine licentiousness, meant to tap into his physical senses, his subconscious desires.

For some reason he felt like crying at the thought.

He turned away without answering her, disappearing into the crowd of people, startling her completely.

He wanted to be left alone.

Only she could find words of consolation for him now.

She would know what to do, she would know what he would need, she would give him comfort and reassurance, her boundless understanding.

The next few days merged into one mass for him, he didn't know when the day was setting or when night was falling. He knew he should return to Chelsfield, but he had no desire to do so, knowing that the only woman he wanted to marry did not want him.

What was he to look for there?

During one of their dinners together a few days before Rhaenyra was to officially move into their estate with her family, Aegon said something from which he froze in horror.

"Hurry, brother. If you procrastinate like this, every one of Mr Baratheon's daughters will be engaged before you return." He said softly, slicing a piece of meat. Aemond lifted his surprised, concerned gaze to him, looking at him intensely.

"What are you talking about?" He asked cautiously, not wanting to reveal how terrified he was. Aegon smiled, seeing the hesitation on his face, deliberately extending his silence.

"Apparently Mr Strong's son asked one of them to marry him and was accepted." He said reluctantly, and he felt a tightening in his throat, his hand lying on the table in front of him involuntarily clenched into a fist.

"Which one?" He asked coolly, feeling that his breathing was laboured, that his whole body was trembling with uncertainty and fear of his answer. Aegon raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders, putting a bit of potatoes on his fork.

"How do I know, after all there are so many of them. Apparently one of the younger ones." He said dispassionately, lifting his eyes to see his reaction. He stared ahead with a blank gaze, trying to calm himself, then stood up and asked one of their servants to get his horse ready for him immediately.

He only arrived at Chelsfield in the morning, raspy and in complete disarray, entering their estate unannounced, guessing that they had just had breakfast.

Everyone got up at the sight of him, and he stood in the entrance, breathing loudly, some of his hair slipping out of its ribbon and he guessed that he looked inappropriate to say the least.

He didn't care, quickly finding her with his eyes, she was looking at him with her mouth wide open, all flushed, her eyes big and warm.

He wanted to ask if she did, if she said yes, but he didn't know how to do it, so they stood in an awkward silence that seemed to last an eternity.

Mr Baratheon, seeing this, grunted saying that they had not expected him so soon, offered his condolences and asked if the funeral ceremonies had gone off without a hitch.

"− yes −" He muttered, not looking at him however, just at her, in her gaze tenderness, compassion, concern, everything he needed, everything he wanted. "− yes, thank you −"

There was an awkward silence again, so he involuntarily licked his lower lip, strenuously thinking how to ask this so as not to betray himself.

"− it has come to my knowledge that one of your daughters will be getting married soon −" He said forcing himself to be calm, still looking at her, at her expression, her eyebrows arched in pain, as if she suddenly understood what he was asking.

He was asking if she was the one getting married.

He heard Floris giggle loudly, rising, showing him the small ring she had on her finger.

"Please see what I got from Colonel Strong. What excellent taste he has. My silly sister rejected his engagement, but I was smarter than that." She said and jumped up with a smile, flushed with happiness, as if this was the most joyous day of her life.

He looked quickly at Mr Baratheon's youngest daughter, her breasts rising and falling quickly in uneven breathing, her pink lips parted slightly, tears in her eyes.

He felt that he looked just like her.

He felt like crying with happiness, with relief, with joy.

She did not accept him.

Mr Baratheon suggested that, after such a long journey, he should join them at breakfast and then rest, and he nodded, suddenly relaxed and light, not quite hearing or seeing what was going on around him, nodding at Floris's words, her stories of how she imagined the whole ceremony, though his gaze kept escaping to her.

They looked at each other from opposite ends of the table far too often, drawing the attention of Royce, Mr Baratheon and Cassandra with it, but he didn't care.

As soon as breakfast was over he did not let the youngest Miss Baratheon leave the dining room, asking her straight away if she would agree to speak to him in private. She swallowed loudly and nodded, saying she had to put on her cloak.

He waited impatiently for her in the park behind their mansion and spotted her a moment later, walking towards him with an uncertain, quiet step. He felt his heart pounding hard, pleased to see her. She lifted her warm gaze to him at last, sadness and concern in her gaze.

"I have not had the opportunity to offer you my heartfelt condolences. I am so sorry." She said warmly, softly, sincerely, and he felt her words like the prick of a needle stuck in his heart. He sighed quietly, pressing his lips together, he felt like his gaze expressed everything.

Desire, affection, longing.

"Thank you, Miss Baratheon." He replied softly and they looked at each other in silence for a moment, embarrassed and uncertain.

"As I understand it, you have rejected Colonel Strong's engagement." He said lowly, lowering his gaze to his feet, swallowing loudly, wanting to hear it from her. He saw out of the corner of his eye a blush of embarrassment spread across her cheeks.

"Yes. It was probably the most miserable engagement I could have imagined." She mumbled, involuntarily smiling out of the corner of her mouth. He smiled too and snorted at her words.

"Worse than mine?" He hummed teasingly, and she lifted her gaze to him quickly, even redder, and snorted a quiet laugh, looking up at him affectionately.

"Please, sir, don't be hard on yourself. I didn't behave properly then either." She said softly, looking down at her hands, playing with her fingers, and he swallowed loudly.

"My father, in his will, deprived me of almost all my property, leaving me only a small country manor in Dermore. I wish to sell it and with those funds buy or rent an estate in this neighbourhood." He said calmly and she looked at him shocked, her lips parted in disbelief.

"You're not staying in London?" She asked in a trembling voice, and he hit the inside of his cheek with the tip of his tongue and chuckled under his breath.

"There's nothing waiting for me there. There's nothing there that I want. What would make me happy." He said quietly, looking at her, and she closed her mouth quickly, swallowing loudly, looking at him in a way that made him feel like throwing himself at her.

He smiled at the thought that flashed through his mind as he looked at her now, after only a few days of separation.

"I hope that this property will soon be filled with the laughter of our children." He said softly and she furrowed her eyebrows as if in pain, pressing her lips together, her eyes welled up with tears, her whole figure tensed in anxious breathing.

He approached her slowly feeling light, feeling confident, wonderful, for the first time in his life having the premonition that he knew what he was doing, that he knew what he wanted, that he knew what would make him happy.

He grasped her warm, tear-wet cheeks in his hands, and she didn't move away, her bottom lip trembling slightly. He ran his thumb over her soft skin and shuddered as she placed her trembling fingers on his, running them gently up and down.

"My sweet friend." He whispered, pressing his forehead against hers, and she smiled so warmly, so tenderly, that he didn't even know when their lips were pressed against each other in a soft, gentle, wet kiss.

He ran his nose over the tip of hers only to kiss her again, a sticky, loud click accompanied each movement of their lips. He felt her small, warm hands on his neck and cheeks and thought he could die now, fulfilled at last.

"Yes." She whispered to him between one sweet kiss and another, and he hummed softly at her words, involuntarily smiling. He fell deeper into her lips, knowing what she wanted to say, their hands clenched tightly on their skin.

She pulled away from him and embraced him, cuddling her cheek into his chest, and he embraced her immediately, one hand laying on her back, the other slipping into her long hair tied back with a blue ribbon, kissing the top of her head, taking in her wonderful scent.

"I need to speak to your father."

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The other woman

The other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume

Nanami x reader

Summary: The other woman may please your husband but you have his heart and what a better way than breaking his all in the name of revenge

Warnings: Language, Mature themes, Cheating, Adultery, Semi smut.

Text in this font indicates pov (Y/N) as the wife as well as any reference to (Y/N) being the wife

Text in this font indicate POV (Y/N) as the mistress.

You sat on the bar stool patiently awaiting for Nanami to arrive. Watching the seconds becomes minutes as you starred at the clock across from the bar.

You always hated the airport bars, they were always dimly lit, filled with men wearing suits from all over the world. But even if all these men were from different parts of the world they all had one thing in common it was that they were willing to throw their loyalty to their wives away to spend an evening with you or any young beautiful woman.

You hated men like that and yet here you were waiting for the man of such a similar nature.

'I hate myself for this' you thought, you hated how you were destroying one woman's marriage just because you fell in love with her husband. It was cruel and unfair to her a woman who had done nothing, was sitting unaware on the sidelines watching as her marriage was falling apart all by your doing.

But before these thoughts could consume you, you heard his voice, and your mind erased those thoughts as if they never even appeared in your mind.

"Sorry to keep you waiting" Nanami said sitting beside you on a bar stool.

"There was a slight delay in my flight back to Tokyo"

"It's okay" you said with a smile, as your hand came down on Nanami's thigh, feeling how firm they were in his suit pants.

Your actions didn't go unnoticed as his eyes followed down to your hand.

"Already so excited to see me" Nanami teased you.

"Come on let's go to the apartment and I'll show you how excited I'm to see you" Nanami said as he stood up from the bar, with you following after him.

"You were only gone for a day" you said with a laugh, holding onto his hand as you walked out of the airport.

"One day without you can do things to a man"

"Your pussy so amazing" Nanami moaned as he thrusted back into your sobbing heat, thrusting in so hard the bed slightly shifted beneath you.

Nanami drowned his cock deep in your pussy, letting your walls swallow him whole, just before pulling out feeling the tightness of your cunt massage the length of his cock.

Nanami fucked you over and over till you were the only thing his body could comprehend, till all he could feel, smell, see, taste and hear was you. Taking all of you in, as your pussy wrapped around his cock like you were missing puzzle piece for him.

"Shit I'm gonna cum" Nanami groaned out feeling as his balls began to contract with every thrust. He could feel the semen in his balls start to travel through his shaft just aching to gush out of his dripping slit and into your womb.

"Nanami-san"

The way his name left your lips always did it for Nanami, especially how formally you called him. The way he could take you whole and you'd still call out for him, it's what he craved.

Nanami felt it, the moment your sobbing cunt tightend unbearably as you came hard, clear liquid squirting out onto the sheets beneath you as you spammed around Nanami's dick.

Nanami couldn't take it anymore as hot white cum shot into your womb, painting your inside a pearly white.

Nanami felt his dick continue to twitch inside you as your pussy milked his cock for whatever cum was still being released.

"Fuck your pussy always milks me like this" Nanami said as he threw his head back whike holding onto your hips.

Nanami felt your pussy began to still, he slowly pulled out, watching as thick semen slowly dripped out.

With a loud thud you heard as Nanami lied beside you. Nanami gently wrapped his arms around you. Feeling the soft inhale and exhales of your body while you drifted off to sleep.

It was moments like this Nanami really was able to appreciate you. How young you were and full of life, untainted by the world and curious to everything, how precious you seemed to him.

It felt as if hours had passed since you had fallen asleep but it was mere minutes. And Nanami patiently awaited the nagging of the third party in this secret relationship, the third person that he was dreading. He waited and waited to see his phone light up with the name that he knew made your body pull stiff and your breathing shallow, but that name never illuminated his phone.

His phone never rang that night, and Nanami was alone in the dark with you. Just as how he had always wished to be, but the taste of this victory was not as sweet as he thought it would be.

The day Nanami left back for Tokyo you didn't feel how you normally felt when he left, you heart didn't nag after him as it always did. You didn't have the urge to run into his arms and you didn't feel the need to cry silently in your bedroom.

And those feelings remained for the rest of the day, spilling into the night. You starred at your phone and then looked at the clock that hang on your bedroom wall.

2:15 am

It was usually this time you'd call him, hoping and praying he would pick up only for him to ignore your calls.

This night you weren't going to cry after him, deciding that whatever he was doing should have his full attention.

Rolling over to the other side of the bed, ignoring your phone completely, not even noticing as your phone illuminated with the name, Nanami.

Nanami stood on the balcony of the luxury apartment he rented out. A towel loosely hanging around his waist, as he starred down at his phone wondering you would pick up.

But you never did.

"Why don't we move to Tokyo?" You suggested as you sat at the kitchen table looking at Tatsu and Takato.

You watched as your sons looked back at you with a baffled look as they sat at the breakfast table.

"I thought you said you hated Tokyo" Tatsu said going back to eating his cereal.

"I do but there more opportunities in Tokyo for me and for you boys"

"I thought you weren't the working type?" Takato asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I think it's time we change things up. Don't you think" you said with a smile, as you took a swip of your morning tea.

"What about Dad?" Takato asked.

"What about him" you replied with a straight face.

"Did you tell him we moving to Tokyo?" Takato further enquired.

"No why does he need to know" you said, slight anger in your eyes.

"When has your father ever cared what we did, so why does he now"

Tatsu and Takato looked at each other, letting your words sit in the air. The woman speaking to them now didn't seem like their mother, you weren't spontaneous like this. You had never thought of leaving Aichi, in fact you were very apprehensive about it but now suddenly to decide to leave on a whim without their fathers blessing it seemed ad if the woman they claimed was their mother was some stranger.

But you had your reasons and you knew what awaited you in Tokyo you, even if a small voice in your head told you what you were doing was irrational the greater part told you that it was now you never. This was going to be your big moment.

Nanami face buried into his phone as he walked across the Shibuya crossing, trying his best to let the thoughts of a busy business day drown out the thoughts that you never called him the night prior and to make matters worst you hadn't picked up the phone when he called.

Nanami tried to sum up your actions as you going to bed early probably forgetting to call him, you still loved him, he was sure of that.

When he visited home two days ago, you were trying your best to impress him, going above and beyond so there was no way your feelings could so rapidly change.

You were a creature of habit and so he knew there was no way you still didn't love him even when he brushed off your affections.

Nanami's eyes quickly flickered up for a moment, and in the corner of his eyes walking over the shibuya crossing was none other than you.

He couldn't believe it, his eyes must of been fooling himself but he was sure he saw you. It couldn't have been an illusion but how could you be in Tokyo you were supposed to be in Aichi.

Aichi was your home and Toyko was his.

"(Y/N)" Nanami called out, in the direction he saw you walking.

Watching as figure stopped, back towards him waiting patiently for his speculations to be dismissed.

"(Y/N)" Nanami called out again.

And it felt so fast and yet as if it was in slow motion.

The woman turned around to reveal none other than you

Confirming all his speculations.

You were in Tokyo.

Why he didn't know why, you were here. You were supposed to be in Aichi not in Tokyo, it felt as if his two worlds were colliding.

"What are you doing here?" Nanami asked as he approached you. Starring at you as he patiently awaited an answers.

Answer that felt as if it was never coming, the soft smile on your lips didn't cease. Nanami wasn't a man to worry about you, not at all. He only cared about one woman really and she wasn't even his wife, but now from the missed actions of you not calling him last night to your sudden appearance on the Shibuya crossing Nanami began to worry a little.

Still waiting for your reply, watching as the soft smile began to take on a sinister look.

"I know everything, Nanami" you said dropping all emotion as you spoke.

For once you would not allow Nanami to have the upper hand, you would deal out the cards and he would play your game.

"I know about her"

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jinkieswouldyoulookatthis · 3 months

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Does the spunk have a funk?

My husband and I were just talking about being able to smell semen (totally normal topic of discussion), he can't but I can. He didn't even know it had a smell before I'd said something about it (we have two teenage boys so it's very much a smell in our house at times). But now he said that he's seen this being talked about online because, possibly, it's something women can smell that men often can't. But that sounds suspect to me.

I know that fan fiction is chock full of the aroma of precum, but I also know that a large portion of fan fiction is written by cis women, trans men, or non-binary types that may have been afab, so now I'm curious...

I'm not breaking non-binary down based on the gender assigned at birth because of option limits, but this is also in no way scientific so it doesn't really matter.

Y'all know the drill, please share for a larger sample and also just to put the words precum and semen on as many blogs as possible for the funzies. Thanks!

#not spn #but sort of adjacent #tumblr poll #the semen smell poll

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a-d-nox · 2 years

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Please tell us about the asteroid Hephaestus. (2212) Thank you.

hephaestus, god of fire and forges (2212)

Hephaestus is the son of Zeus and Hera. He is often described as the least flattering of the gods: ugly, deformed, brutish, etc. Whether he was born that way or was made to become that way is unclear - some say Zeus threw Hephaestus from Olympus to his mother, Rhea, on earth. In some versions, he is solely Hera's son. Similar to the story told in the Flora myth post - instead of Juno having Mars in Roman myth, it is Hera having Hephaestus in Greek myth. In this version, Hera throws him out of Olympus after seeing how ugly deformed he was and Thetis and Eurynome raise him after discovering him severely injured. Hephaestus plots his revenge against his parents in either version by crafting gold thrones - when Hera sat on the throne she became tied to the seat and was only released when Hephaestus got drunk with Dionysus. Hephaestus is made to stay amongst the gods in Olympus based on his incredible abilities to create. He created the bronze man of Crete, supposedly the first woman Pandora, a famous shield for Thetis which would later become Achilles's, Peleus's sword, Agamemnon's scepter, etc. If you can think it, Hephaestus can make it. As we know he is the husband to the goddess of beauty, Aphrodite, who often was disloyal to him. In some versions, he said that he would only release Hera from the golden throne if he married Aphrodite - which is the reason they are married then. Of course, Aphrodite's rejection of him anyway for not being to her standards and the non-ideal situation that is arranged marriage. Resulting in him finding love elsewhere; many of his children became creators or kings. There is a myth in which he forces himself on Athena and she pushes him off just as he is about to finish - which caused the god’s semen to fall down to earth or Gaea. This union results in a famous king of Athens - Erichthonius. IN MY OPINION Hephaistos in your chart represents a) where you may face a lot of rejection, b) where you are a creator, c) where you get your justice for those who have wronged you, d) where you may receive a life long injury, and/or e) where feminine people despise you.

bruh idk how to feel about a 7h hephaistos at 11° in libra? like not a sextile venus and pluto OR a jupiter and uranus trine :((( i rather not contemplate what that means lol. it smells a lot like a betrayal…

i encourage you to look into the aspects of hephaistos along with the sign, degree, and house placement. for the more advanced astrologers, take a look at the persona chart of hephaistos AND/OR add the other characters involved to see how they support or impede hephaistos!

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crystalbrain7 · 2 years

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biography of crystalbrain

summary:

crystalbrain is a foolish idiot brain. they are composed only of the finest sugar, salt, and perhaps more illegal things, perhaps not…crystalbrain tries to maek a thought, but a thought owns them they think. they think to theirself "why do i exist" but then smells their armpits. crystalbrain sometimes says he, sometimes they, but 100% of the time is an idiot god brain. crystalbrain refuses to belieeve that the romans didnt pay their soldier dudes in salt, becuz crystalbrain doesn't want to admit they're wrong. crystalbrain rules over the entire universe and this is why the universe is so fucked. crystalbrain never got very far in parasite eve but thinks he's a "respect mah authority" on this game. crystalbrain has more video games than books in their brain. crystalbrain won't shut the fuck up and thinks stupidity is still stupid because he's stupid or maybe smart in that respect.

crystalbrain heard that if u took a piece of shit and threw them into space they would eventually turn into a crystal due to entropy, or maybe this is wrong. crystalbrain spent their youth doing speed enemas in their brainus. crystalbrain has never had a husband, a wife, or any kids that grew up to be little crystalbrains. crystalbrain has no electricity in their neurons but just really cool lightning shit that is the domain of enlightenened stupidity.

in the beginning…

…there was a tv. this tv got fucked in the ass and decided to give birth to a brain. this brain was in the fetal state inside the tv tube. after growing on disney, the maligignant semen created by priests who jack off in confessionals created quanantum shifts in reality that caused tv to explode, and one of these broken tv shards was crystalbrain. he was lodged in teh brain of an infant but no one ever knew, and having caused brain damage to this infant created a negative feedback loop of complete stupididity. the child didn't know it, but his subconscious did, that he would have to rise up and get revenenge on the priest who jacked off in the confessional and created the abominatation that is himself. this was a life-long task and there were all kinds of hurdles to complete, includuding not getting molested by anyone, learning how to avoid doing basic arithmetic, making sure that he grew up with proper non-heterosexual orientation, programming dick pics in QBASIC, and smoking copious quanitities of marijuana, crack cocaine, and meth.

part 2:

crystalbrain read the book naked lunch by william s. burroughs but he was 2 stoopid 2 understand it, even though it was written on drugs. he had hallucinations from the movie blade runner and modern society seemed to open up to him and make him a king in his own mind. the only problem was that he was aktually in rehab for going psychotic from doing lots of drugs. this was an unfortunate side effekt of being the kind of guy who smokes crack all the time, and he found taht the best course of action would be 2 make noise music. so he did this and set up a set of speakers 2 blast merzbow in front of the archdiocecese of some city or another. this caused priests 2 roll on the floor in agony clutching a knife and cutting off their pedophile genitals, but only a few boys were saved from being completely groomed and molested by catholic priest guys.

the nuns did not approve, but fortunately crystalbrain had artificial intelligence training on how to deal with nuns with machine guns. was it he that had the machine guns, or the nuns who had the machine guns in taht last sententence? it may have been both because the nuns advanced on him with machine guns and virginity on their minds but he totally wiped out like a squadron of nuns and they were black and white and red all over. this was a monumenental acheivment and he went on 2 become the king of the church for 2 minutes until the national guard arrived, but using telepathetic mind control powers he was able 2 maek the national guard become on his side, so they went rampaging through the cities leik a bunch of methed up guys with machine guns, which they aktually were since he gave them all glass pipes and huge chunks of crystal meth to smoke. anyways they were going 2 taek over whatever city but they ended up having homosexual intercourse instaed. this was expected because dudes with guns aktually want 2 fuck guys in the ass but they're too dumb 2 realize this so they shoot ppl i guess.

crystalbrain wandered the streets liek a manic preacher, telling people the gospel of drugs, but he really had kind of ruined his life because now everyone wanted him dead. so he sort of shifted down into an alternate dimension on the darkweb where there was a metaverse where dudes were selling acid and he met a dude with a bunch of cryptocurrency and they had lots of drugs. so now crystalbrain went into the school playground near the place he grew up and started telling ppl that taking LSD is fun becuz he felt bad about the idea of selling meth to kids so he just sold them acid so they would hallucinate lots of gaping maws of infininity swallowing their minds and sanity in a psychedelic void.

to be continued…

part 3:

doing hard drugs took its toll on crystalbrain but he had magical powers 2 heal his body and mind he got from a ghost in a graveyard. he had stayed up for 4 days and realized that reality was bullshit and that he had the power 2 heal his wounds liek a greek god or something. then he went 2 try 2 stop a train with his bare hands but no matter how much crack he smoked the train always knocked him out of the way. he decided 2 taek a bunch of thermite and melt the railroad tracks on a train in russia and this indeed caused a crash but it wasn't as satisisfying as making it crash by standing in front of it and punching it. he had a vision, a goal in his mind taht he would one day punch a train and it would fly into the sun and burn up. this was a dream he held on to for dear life.

one day he discovered pcp and this was indeed the cure for his ailment of not being abel to punch a train into the sun. he smoked some marijuana that was laced with pcp and suddenly he was the most powerful being in all of eternity and it felt really great. he found a train and punched it so hard that when it hit the sun it caused a solar flair that heated the earth by 10 degrees fairenheight for a couple minutes. if u ever felt hot maybe u were in his reality where this happened (in some other realities he did not succeed in stopping the train and got hit by it and died i guess but this is the good reality we're talking about where crystalbrain punched a train into the sun and maeks NFTs still).

#nftcommunity #nftartist #biography #crack cocaine #drugs #multiverse #metaverse #artificial intelligence #artificial stupidity #pcp #ghosts

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stephanie-love · 2 years

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So...I get asked all the time about how it goes after I get home.

So here is a followup to

Saturday's cumdump

From Saturday's cumdump to loving wife

On the drive home I looked forward to giving hubby his treat. I look at my phone and find a text from him.

"Hey babe, I can't wait for you to get home so I can worship you."

All I could focusing on was trying not to leak out any left over cum I've been saving.

I feel like I need a shower, but I know hubby enjoys loving me after being used. He loves my dick breath, the sweaty smell other men leave on my body and my loose and sloppy holes.

"I'll be home soon, I'm all dirty, and you can clean me with your tongue." I text back.

I walk in the door and find him already naked in bed. I walked over stripping off my clothes and panties to reveal my obvious used body. As I get closer, he starts kissing me deeply and passionately, probing my mouth for remnants of musty dick flavors and semen. He then starts to smell my body, inhaling the scent of my manhandled body. He starts kissing my body and licking whatever dried cum left on me. The attention is wonderful, I feel loves and worshipped.

I get on the bed and sit on his face feeling his tongue exploring deep inside me. Mmmm.

I see his dick throbbing while he's licking me. Then I hear him talking from below you.

"So.. fill me in on your day."

I see him start to stroke himself and still happily licking me. "I sucked some dick, and got fucked at the gloryhole for 3 hours."

I hear him moan a bit, and I start moving my hips to more easily fuck his tongue. "They all came in me" I said, while pushing out whatever I have left in my cunt.

I hear a moan and see precum dripping out of his raging, vainy dick. I start grinding and getting closer to orgasm. His tongue pushing me over the edge and I started cumming into his mouth mouth.

I took a few seconds to come back to reality and realize his tongue is still in me, but it's a little over stimulating. I grabbed his head and shifted myself forward a little bit.

I then feel his tongue on my ass.

Mmm, it's nice without being too much. I hear him moaning and stroking his cock faster. Suddenly I hear a big moan and I felt some spurts of hot wetness hit my ass. I looked back and saw he's cum all over his stomach and some spurts had reached my ass. I reached behind and push the streams of cum from butt cheeks down until the drops start reaching the place where his tongue and my ass meet. I feel his tongue move over my ass cleaning all the drops. I then slid my fingers in his mouth so he can get them clean too.

I then get off his face, find my panties and give them to him.

As he starts sniffing them and licking the middle I see his soft dick start to twitch. So I immediately took him in my mouth and began to worship his dick.

It only took a second or two for him to go from completely soft , to completely rock hard again.

"Suck it like you sucked their dicks" he says.

He doesn't take long before he is blowing his second load into my mouth.

After that, he was pretty much spent.

He got dressed, but asked me to stay as I was.

So Throughout the rest of the day I paraded around the house completely naked until it was time for bed.

Once back in bed, several hours later, he had me missionary style and my legs spread eagle, as he ran his dick in and out of both my pussy and my ass hole.

Switching from my ass to my pussy , he finally came inside me, reclaiming his lovely wife.

Stephanie Sinnz 💋

Follow up to 👇

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asongofsilkandsamite · 2 years

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Khal Drogo in A Song of Ice and Fire (Created 28.06.2022)

Wedding to Daenerys:

The khal's bloodriders offered her the traditional three weapons, and splendid weapons they were. Haggo gave her a great leather whip with a silver handle, Cohollo a magnificent arakh chased in gold, and Qotho a double-curved dragonbone bow taller than she was. Magister Illyrio and Ser Jorah had taught her the traditional refusals for these offerings. "This is a gift worthy of a great warrior, O blood of my blood, and I am but a woman. Let my lord husband bear these in my stead." And so Khal Drogo too received his "bride gifts."

(…)

The tiny silver bells in his long braid rang softly as he rode.

“Crowning” Viserys:

Khal Drogo unfastened his belt. The medallions were pure gold, massive and ornate, each one as large as a man's hand.

(…)

Drogo tossed in the belt and watched without expression as the medallions turned red and began to lose their shape. She could see fires dancing in the onyx of his eyes. A slave handed him a pair of thick horsehair mittens, and he pulled them on, never so much as looking at the man.

After the Feast at Vas Dothrak:

Dany could see the shape of his manhood pressing through his horsehide trousers, below the heavy gold medallions of his belt. She went to him and helped him unlace.

(…)

The bells in his hair rang softly.

(…)

Khal Drogo laced himself up and spoke a command.

Sick:

Doreah unhooked his medallion belt and stripped off his vest and leggings, while Jhiqui knelt by his feet to undo the laces of his riding sandals.

Sick / Being Bathed:

She undid his braid with anxious fingers, as she had on the night he'd taken her for the first time, beneath the stars. His bells she laid aside carefully, one by one. He would want them again when he was well, she told herself.

Funeral / Pyre:

She washed his body clean and brushed and oiled his hair, running her fingers through it for the last time, feeling the weight of it, remembering the first time she had touched it, the night of their wedding ride. His hair had never been cut. How many men could die with their hair uncut? She buried her face in it and inhaled the dark fragrance of the oils. He smelled like grass and warm earth, like smoke and semen and horses. He smelled like Drogo.

(…)

Dany braided his hair and slid the silver rings onto his mustache and hung his bells one by one. So many bells, gold and silver and bronze. Bells so his enemies would hear him coming and grow weak with fear. She dressed him in horsehair leggings and high boots, buckling a belt heavy with gold and silver medallions about his waist. Over his scarred chest she slipped a painted vest, old and faded, the one Drogo had loved best.

(…)

His clothing took fire, and for an instant the khal was clad in wisps of floating orange silk and tendrils of curling smoke, grey and greasy.

#book: a game of thrones #gender: male #text: book quotes #region: the dothraki sea #group: dothraki #region: essos #Character: Khal Drogo

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daddycest-hub · 3 months

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A Kinky Question... If Emily were to have a Naughty Nightmare... in which a Manly Monster OR Dark Figure... With a Monstrous Penis Twitching between his Legs... Appears in her Bedroom... Tears her Clothes off... and Shoves his Perverse Prick into her Pussy... Ravishing and Raping Her... His every Touch and Thrust causing Nothing but Pleasure... Making her Writhe and Moan in Shame... Her Attempts to Fight off and escape this Sex Fiend... Her Hitting of his Chest and Desperate Pushing Awaying...

Turning into Desperate Clawing at his Back and Wrapping her Lovely Legs around his Hips, Clinging to him in Dirty Desperation, Unable to get enough of his Tongue, Touch, and Penis... Crying out with Whorish Delight as she Comes, Followed by his Manly Roar as he Comes as well, Filling her Womb and Pussy with so much of his Hot Seed, that it Overflows around his Dick and Leaks Down his Large Balls, So much that, one he Pulls Out, it still keeps Pouring from her Pussy in a Thick Frothy Puddle...

On the Bedsheets, as Emily Lies there Twitching with a Look of PURE Satisfaction and Euphoria on her Face... As Cordell Lies beside her... Having Slept through his Wife's Time of Need Turned into Best Fuck of her Life... Snoring... The Sex Fiend then makes his Humiliation of the Husband complete... By Drying his Penis by Rubbing it on Cordell's Sleeping Face and Head! ;3 Using his Beard and Hair to Clean it of Pussy Juice and Semen, making them Both Sticky & Emily Giggle! ;) The Sex Fiend...

Then goes on to return to her side of the bed, Roughly Grabbing one of her Large Motherly Breasts and Pinching her Nipple with one Hand, While the other takes a Gentle hold of her face, and, after Growling out a Husky "Mine." Claims her Plush Lips in the Most Passionate and Filthy Kiss Emily has ever had, their Tongues Dancing with Wild Abandon as she Wraps her Arms around him in a Desperate Loving Embrace! Her Consciousness Fading as she Fails to Breath, so Desperate for more of her Lover...

Emily wakes up with a Deep Gasp, Realizing it was just a Dream, as she looks down to find her clothes intact and her Body Untired from such a Wild Fuck... In Fact... She's never felt more Refreshed and Energetic! ;3 Looking to her side, she smiles at her Husband, still asleep, and gives him a kiss on the cheek, and proceeds to get up and get ready for the Day, her Plump Hips Swinging Seductively as she Walks, Unaware of her Walk... OR the Heart Shaped Mark on one of her Perky Ass Cheeks... ;3

OR that when Cordell Wakes Up, his Face and Hair feel Sticky with some kind of Slime, Really Sweet Smelling yet Potently Musky Slime, That takes him over an Hour to Wash off in the Shower! ;3

That doesn't sound like much of a nightmare to me ;) Interesting!

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flowerandblood · 1 month

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Hi, I just read your one-shot: Refinement. as always it was awesome 😍😍😍. and I have one personal question. I am very inexperienced and most of my sexual knowledge comes from fiction. but I know that fiction can be different from reality. i just read the oral scene between aemond and his little sister and i was wondering if men really like it? does it really taste good for them? because it seems a little strange to me.I mean, i like reading about it and i enjoyed your fanfiction but if it happened to me in real life i would probably die of embarrassment. sorry for the awkward question and if you don't feel comfortable with it you don't have to answer.

There is nothing strange about this question! The truth is that it all depends on people and, of course, preparation. I would never agree to my husband trying to do this to me when, for example, I was before taking a bath.

My husband suggested it to me couple of times and it was nice, but I prefer it when he uses his mouth on my nipples and touches me down there with his fingers. Then I don't worry about whether he can breathe or if he's tired, he knows exactly how to do it and is extremely good at it, giving me wonderful orgasms every time.

To be honest, neither of us are fans of oral sex and neither of us has ever come this way − but − there are many people who enjoy it immensely − both giving and receiving. I can only talk about it from a woman's perspective and it wasn't unpleasant for me − it was strange and funny because my husband said it tickled him and that he was afraid that he would hurt me and strangle me.

I feel the same way and after an honest conversation, we discovered that neither of us cares. He is perfectly able to find my G-spot with what God has given him between his legs and bring me to orgasm this way, deriving the greatest pleasure from it himself.

I don't know if I answered your question, but yes, it doesn't have to be uncomfortable for the person doing it, if we trust that person, want them and, above all, if they smell fresh!

In fact, female moisture doesn't have much taste or smell, at least it shouldn't, apart from the characteristic, I don't know what to call it, sex smell! (My husband and I often laugh that we think semen smells like chlorine in a swimming pool and we both hate the smell, hahahaha).

#answered

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sinfulcries · 3 years

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Also kuroo, i gotcha

Kuroo being the good little house husband, he'd be, cooking breakfast for you two in a little frilly apron and his boxers. Coming in the kitchen, its really a heavenly sight. Without any more patience, you just go pull down his boxers. Starting to eat him out, gently tracing his rim with your tounge before really going in. Kuroo is whimpering and hes still trying to finish breakfas4, while trying to be good for you. Suddenly you start twisting your tounge in his hole, making him gasp and immediately squirt against the oven. You pull back and smile at him, before hugging him from behind. Now gently pinching and twisting his nipples under the apron. At this point kuroo is a whimpering mess begging you to stop and for more at the same time. Breakfast is long forgotten, as you pull him away from the oven and onto the kitchen table, fucking him in his cute little apron. Praising him for being such a good, pretty little husband. Telling him you'll fuck children in him. He's beggin you to fuck him pregnant as well, although you both know its not possible you still fuck him like you could actually make him pregnant. After emptying your semen deep inside him, both of you finally get back to your senses. As kuroo rushed to the stove apologizing for burning the breakfast he relizes its now perfectly cooked.

Sorry it sucks, ik anyway- <3

NO OMG THIS WAS PERFECT. ILL HAVE TO WRITE A LITTLE DRABBLE FOR THIS TOO BC HOUSEWIFE KUROO'S MAKING ME BARK LIKE A DOG IN RUT YO

tw. kitchen sex, breeding kink, feminization

Heaven. That was the best word to describe the way Kuroo was feeling. With every buck of your hips against the curve of his ass, your rough hands gripping tightly onto his waist, and your soft pants against his nape, Kuroo could feel the knot in his stomach slowly breaking with pleasure.

"You're so fucking pretty, Tetsu. My perfect little housewife." You groaned, continuing to make his body jolt against the cold kitchen counter. "Gonna breed your tight little cunt."

"Mhng~! Puh-Please! W-Wanna have your kids.." Tetsuro slurred in response, before tightening his hold onto the edge of the kitchen counter, watching as his knuckles turned white.

Every hard and deep thrust was sending the shorter boy overdrive, and as soon as you filled him up, he instantly came, knees buckling as you held him up by his waist. Both of your orgasm's were short lived however once you pulled your cock out of his creamed ass, cringing at the smell of burned food wafting in the air.

"Uh baby... Our breakfast's burned..."

#sinfulcries works #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #hq smut #top male reader #haikyuu x reader

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kingdaddydaichi · 3 years

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Scent ⁘ Kakashi Hatake x f!reader ⁘ NSFW

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Got another one for y'all for my husband's birthday...💙👑💍

MINORS 👏🏼 DO 👏🏼 NOT 👏🏼 INTERACT 👏🏼

A/N: Kakashi's sensitive sense of smell and your arousal. This is some raw, primal, feral, filthy Kakashi. If you're looking for soft, sweet, sensitive Kakashi, keep scrolling please, negl.

Warnings: scent kink, drunk sex, lots of sexual bodily fluids (m & f), face fucking, slight dubcon, squirting, facial

Word Count: 1.8k

Asuma and Kurenai are hosting one of their infamous dinner parties at their home. These things always end up the same way. Lots of friends come over, eat, then proceed to drink bottle after bottle of sake while playing drinking games until the music starts blasting and everyone loses several brain cells and have a great time making complete fools of themselves. They truly are the absolute best parties.

Kakashi doesn't frequent these parties, but you do seeing as how Kurenai is your sister from another mister. She knows about your long-time crush on Kakashi and winks at you when she sees the two of you hanging out together, talking, laughing.

His fingers brush across your arms or back every chance they can. You know exactly what you're doing when you lean forward with your arm crossed under your bosom. And Kakashi knows exactly what you're doing too. Sure enough, you're getting turned on just by talking to him and exchanging flirty looks, words, and touches.

You excuse yourself to go to the restroom, adding a little extra sway to your hips knowing he's watching you walk away. It's not the first time he has smelled the scent of your arousal, but his inhibitions have been doused in alcohol and he decides to make his move.

When you open the door to leave the bathroom, Kakashi just so happens to be waiting on the other side. You smile and twirl your hair, feeling yourself getting wetter. Your inhibitions are down as well, the alcohol giving you the courage to taunt him a little.

"Wow Kakashi, if I didn't know better I'd think that you followed me back here". He closes his eyes and takes a couple of deep breaths through his nose. "Kakashi, are you okay?"

He opens his eyes, his pupils blown wide, and stalks closer to you. You step backwards into the bathroom and he closes the door behind you.

"I can smell you".

"Oh?" You remember his ultra-sensitive sense of smell and begin to panic a little. Oh god, do I smell bad?

He takes another intentional whiff of you, your scent now more concentrated due to proximity and close quarters, never mind the fact that you're steadily getting more and more turned on by him.

"Mm...you smell..." He takes another deep breath. "...amazing".

"Really? I'm not wearing perfume or anything-"

"It's not that. Better than that. It's your scent".

"W-what do you mean?"

You watch as his lusty gaze dips from your eyes to your center. "I can smell your arousal".

Your mouth opens and you take a step back. "Y-you can?"

The edge of the double vanity is now directly behind you, so when he pushes himself against you, there's nowhere else to go. You're surprised to feel him so hard already, looking down to see the material of his pants being pushed out by his erection. Hell, you can even see the outline of the head of his cock, his bigger than average size making itself apparent.

"What are you gonna do, Kakashi?"

He smooths his hands along your thighs and hips, pushing your short skirt up before picking you up and setting you on the edge of the counter. The cool granite contrasts with your bare heat since you're not wearing any panties. The excitement, the fear, and the need for him all mix together in an exhilarating juxtaposition of desire. You hadn't been expecting this at all, but you don't want him to stop. Now that it's happening you're too curious to see what he's going to do next. How far will he go?

He brushes his thumb across your bottom lip, and you open your mouth to suck it in. You close your eyes and swirl your tongue around his digit before he pulls it out slowly and places it against your weeping slit, dragging it back and forth over your clit, pulling a moan from your parted lips. He looks you dead in the eye, pulls his mask down, and it's his turn to bring his thumb to his lips, swirling his tongue around it before sucking on it. "Mm fuck, you taste good too".

God, he's beautiful. Your gaze dips from his slate grey and red eyes down to his pretty lips, which are punctuated by a soft beauty mark just below the left corner of his mouth. You wouldn't have thought it possible, but now you want him more than ever. You squirm against the counter, smearing your slick on it as you seek relief from the hard surface pressing against your opening. At the same time, Kakashi's been grinding his cock against the cabinet below, seeking some relief of his own.

He pulls his shirt over his head before reaching down to unbuckle his belt. He unbuttons and unzips his pants before pushing the waistband of his boxer briefs down enough for his large cock to spring free, slapping the skin just below his navel, leaving a string of precum in its wake along his silver happy trail.

He breathes in deeply again, the combination of your scent and flavor making him crazy. He pulls you to the edge of the counter until you think you might fall off, but he catches you. He pushes his thick cock against your wet little cunt, pushing himself inside of you inch by delectable inch until he is fully sheathed within you.

He holds himself there as a long, throaty moan escapes your open lips, your walls already clenching down around him. You arch your back, jutting your tits out as Kakashi pulls the tiny straps of your camisole off your shoulders. He pushes the fabric down until it's bunched up around your waist along with your skirt, your tits now free to be licked and sucked on by his hot mouth with his cock still buried deep inside of you. You push your fingers into his thick hair to pull him closer and throw your head back when he flicks his tongue over one of your hard, wet nipples.

"Hold on to me", he says in his low silky voice. You obey, clutching his shoulders as he hooks his arms behind your knees. He pulls you off the counter and begins gliding his slick cock in and out of you, using the momentum of his hips and the bounce of your ass to boost the impact of his thrusts.

"Oh god, Kakashi...your dick..."

"Yeah, what about it?", he asks before licking your exposed throat.

"Nnnhhh feels so good, gonna make me cum already. So soon!"

He can indeed feel your walls closing in tighter around him as he pumps his hips even faster, digging his fingertips deep enough into your butt cheeks to leave bruises. You adjust your hold on him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to keep from slipping as if he wouldn't catch you anyway.

"Yeah? 'S that right? You gonna cum all over my cock?" He breathes right up against your ear.

Your pussy clenches tighter at his words. You want him to fuck you harder and you tell him as much. He's now slamming his cock into you, his breath quickening.

"Mmhmmm gonna cream all over your fat cock, 'kashi!"

Your scent becomes more and more intoxicating to him the closer you approach orgasm. His legs start to shake, but the adrenaline and testosterone coursing through his body ensure that he's able to keep pistoning his cock in and out of you at speed.

"Ahh fuck, your pussy smells so fucking good. Can't wait to taste it after you cream all over me".

Hearing those words in his deep voice does you in. Every muscle in your body seizes up as you cry out. "Ka-ka-shiiiii!"

He pushes you up against a wall and pounds into you mercilessly, your back pitching up and down the wall with every powerful rut of his hips.

"Cum for me, (y/n)! Yeah, cum all over this fucking cock, right fucking now!"

"Hahhhh that's it, 'kashi! Yeah, slam your cock into my sweet little pussy hahhh! Cumming...cumming...FUCK!"

You explode all around him, spraying your liquid everywhere.

His eyes widen when you squirt all around him and he loses all composure, bucking his hips wildly. "Oh fucking shit! Fucking yes! Oh fuck that pretty cunt of yours is coming apart around my fat cock...oh god, (y/n), I'm gonna fill you up with my fucking nut! Shit, here I cum! Here I fucking cum!"

He's still reaming you with his meaty cock when his seed starts dripping out from your opening, too much of it to hold inside. He sets you back down on the counter and you fall back, unable to even hold yourself up, while he dives face first into your cunt. He wants it all. Your cream mixed with his cum. God it is so fucking hot his dick doesn't even get soft. He wears you out with his mouth until you're ready to cum again, squirting all over his face.

Your body goes limp on the granite, every muscle including the ones in your eyelids completely spent. You can feel him pull your bottom back down to the edge of the counter before burying his hard cock deep inside you again, thrusting with wild abandon, using your body like a fuck doll as your eyes roll back in your head. You're all but unconscious as he pounds into you, wet skin clapping hard against wet skin. Pretty soon he's on edge again.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna fill you up with my cum again, (y/n)".

He looks down to see your body moving in time with his thrusts, tits bouncing, body sliding up and down over the now slippery surface. Kakashi is fucking you raw in a pool of your slick and his semen.

"Ahh come here, I wanna cum all over your face".

He pulls you down, catching you just before your knees hit the hard tile. He stuffs his cock in your mouth and fucks your face while you try to push back on his trembling thighs. But it's no match for his strength as he uses your hair to guide your mouth along his cock. You gag and choke, saliva pouring out of your mouth, but that only seems to egg him on more.

"Oh fuck yeah, fuck yeah! You look so pretty when I fuck your face like this. Shit!"

He continues throwing his hips forward as his balls tighten up so much they're not even hanging anymore.

"Ah fuck, (y/n), I'm gonna cum so fuckin' hard! Gonna cover your face with my seed, yeah! Fuck, here it comes!"

He keeps a fist in your hair when he pulls out of your throat. You choke and spit and fight for air while his hot sticky semen splashes across your face with every jerk of his fist. You stick your tongue out, licking him from your lips.

"Yeah, that's right baby, eat my fucking cum," Kakashi says, using the head of his softening cock to spread his cum into your open mouth.

He draws a hot bath before stripping you down, helping you into the soothing warm water. You watch as he takes the rest of his clothes off, slipping in behind you. He washes your body, then his own before holding you back against his front, slowly stroking your hair. Comforting you. Kissing you. Caring for you.

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 3 years

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Draw your swords, pt. 8

Summary: Forced to face their feelings, neither the Darkling nor his wife dare to speak them out loud. Influenced by Genya’s words, Y/N starts to wonder about her husband’s past.

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of alcohol, sexual content

Part one // Part two // Part three // Part four // Part five // Part six // Part seven

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As a young girl, Y/N often daydreamed about her first time. She believed it would be with a kind man who’d move mountains to find her if she called his name. Reality was quite different – this man wasn’t kind, but he’d burn the world for her.

Whether he realized it, she saw through him easily. The Darkling is a symbol, the fear surrounding his name is all for show because he’s not evil. In fact, she’d go as far as say he’s redeemable. Anyone capable of love is capable of being saved and while she didn’t know what he needed saving from, her heart told her he’ll need her. And she knew he cared, she felt it in the way he held her in that tent, and again in the way he’d touch her when he had all the power just the night before.

Moving her head toward the other side of the bed, Y/N looked at her sleeping husband. His lashes are long, thick and dark, a beard that tickled her neck adorning his face. Asleep, his cheekbones were not as sharp, his face much more welcoming and relaxed. He didn’t seem as the formidable foe she imagined him to be.

Aleksander laid on his side, facing her. Pursing her lips, Y/N allowed her eyes to roam over him. His broad chest had a small area of dark, curling hair. His muscles are made large, shapely mounds. His arms are capped by a round, firm muscle. Biting her lower lip, her eyes continued down to his hard, flat stomach with faint lines forming separate areas of muscles, making her swallow thickly. It was only after a moment that her eyes went lower. What she saw did not seem so powerful as it felt the previous night, but as she watched, his manhood began to grow.

She gasped and her eyes flew back to his. He was awake, watching her intently with a smirk, his eyes growing darker by the moment. No longer was he the gentle man she had awakened to, but a man of passion, the general who showed her he was just as capable of leading a woman in the bed as he was of leading an army on the field.

Y/N tried to move away but Aleksander still held her trapped by her hair that strayed on his side, under his back. What was worse, she didn’t even want to fight him. Y/N recalled her plans for him clearly; but this was more than a plan she carelessly implemented. Everything was different now when she had the memory of his body and the pleasure he infused her with when he made love to her. Could that term even be applied to them, she wondered. Did he see it as making love or simply satisfying his needs?

“Stubborn wife,” he whispered and the tone of his voice made chills run along her arms. It’s more than the tone he used or the look of his dark eyes that had her insides turning, but the words he had spoken…it almost felt like a term of endearment coming from him.

Grimacing, she rolled her eyes at him, “Dreadful husband.”

Pursing his lips, he seemed amused rather than insulted.

She was right, their relationship has changed.

Irrevocably.

Last night she had thought she learned all there was to know about love between a man and a woman, but now she thought, perhaps she knew very, very little. There was much more to learn from this man and of this man and how to use that knowledge for her own gain, but right now? She just wanted to let herself go. She wanted to enjoy his company. For once, he was good-natured, playful even. She felt genuinely happy in their little bubble.

For a moment, Y/N wished to stay there. She wished he could always look at her as he is now.

She looked at him, his hair still a mess in the bright morning sunlight. She watched him intently, perplexed how he could look more handsome and more human than she’d ever seen him.

His eyes are nearly black as he pulls her to him again. He runs his tongue along her lips, touching the inner corners especially. She parted her teeth for him, desperate for a taste of him. He’s better than the richest honey; hot and cold, soft and firm. She explored his mouth as he had explored hers, no longer shy or reserved with him. How could she be when his fingers have delved lower, pushing inside her?

Gasping, she smiles against his lips. “Genya will be here soon”, she warns him.

"I don't fucking care", he insisted as he crashed into her, his arms wrapping around her like a cage she never wished to escape from. He brought his mouth on hers, inhaling her, "Do you even know what it feels like to be around you?! I can't", he paused as his arms drew away from her and she shuddered as he took the warmth they provided. With bruised lips, she watched as he ran his hand through what used to be perfectly tousled hair. Disheveled, he turns to her, "I can't breathe around you."

She chuckles at him, "Well, I am breathtakingly beautiful."

Rolling his eyes, the Darkling shakes his head, "Well, you're not unattractive. I'll concede on that."

She ran her hands over his back as he lowered his head to her neck, running his tongue along the pulsating beat of her carotid, the only friend he had in her – her pulse couldn’t hide how enamored or exhilarated he made her feel. Instinctively she leaned her head back, her breathing turning deeper, quicker.

When his lips and tongue touched her breasts, she nearly cried out. She thought perhaps she might die under such torture. Trying to pull his head back to her mouth failed as he gave a deep, guttural laugh that made her shiver, her insides turning with the sweet melody and her heart? Her heart felt warm, big and incredibly full.

Maybe he did own her.

A knock on the door had interrupted their bliss as Y/N stiffened, looking at the door in slight panic. If someone saw them right now, no one would doubt their marriage was a successful love match. They seemed happy, truly in love. That’s not how it was meant to be.

“Someone doesn’t value their life”, he grumbled under his breath. “GO AWAY!”

Clasping a hand over his mouth, she chuckled. “Who is it?!”

“General?” Ivan’s voice faded her smile instantly.

Even with Aleksander’s hands cupping her bottom, his body covering her and the door being shut, Y/N felt ashamed as if she was bare in front of the entire world.

“Unless the world is burning, leave me alone!” Pecking Y/N’s lips, he smirked, “I never get a peaceful morning anymore.”

Come to think of it, Y/N never found him in the bed when she woke up. This was the very first night they spent together and he stayed by her side. Considerate was never a word she’d use describing him before, but he is considerate, kind and incredibly cautious when it comes to her. It made her heart sink.

Hearing no word from Ivan, Aleksander’s hand moved. Caressing the inside of her thighs, he made her shake in desire. Holding her breath, she bit her lower lip. Still sore from the night before, she felt her stomach twist as he lined himself up with her entrance once more. Pushing himself inside, he captures her lips as she cries out. The pleasure is undeniable, but she couldn’t deny there was pain too. She clutched at him, her legs pressing around his waist as she rose to meet each thrust. Sweet torment he had inflicted felt as if it would split her in two - one Y/N to plot his demise and the other who’d never let him leave her bed.

Finally, when she was sure her heart would explode, she felt the pulsing throbs that released her and soon after, Y/N felt him speed up and his own release followed. Collapsing on top of her, Aleksander held her so close that she could hardly breathe. In that moment she didn’t really care if she ever did breathe again.

Aleksander didn’t move, still buried deep inside her as if she is his saving grace. It’s insane to think he could fuck her into submission and feelings. It was impossible to ignore the fact that she developed feelings for him, but that realization created doubts. Eventually, something will have to break – and the thought of hurting him suddenly felt too much to bear.

“Are you alright?” He moved her hair out of her face, remaining on top of her as if she’s a conquered territory he refused to leave.

Swallowing thickly, she nods. “Why aren’t you moving?”

Eyes widening, the Darkling felt heat rush to his face. He was trying to be sweet, to show her it was more than a quick fuck. It was indescribable for him – a dawn after a long night he’s lived in. No woman ever lessened the loneliness inside his heart and then she waltzed into his life. He couldn’t imagine living without her again. She was the northern star in his dark sky and he never wanted to leave.

“I should see Ivan about earlier”, he murmured, nearly wincing as he pulled out. She wrapped herself up in the sheets again, her eyes wide as she stared ahead, thinking about how badly she’s already failing her mission.

Frowning as she shifted, Y/N felt Aleksander’s semen leave her. She cleared her throat, her eyes watering. She felt disgusted with herself, like she needed her skin rubbed off with scalding hot water and peeled off if that didn’t work. She could feel him, smell him on every inch of her skin and the worst of it all? She loathed just how cold she felt when his arms weren’t wrapped around her. She absolutely detested how giddy her heart felt when she saw the shit-eating grin on his face as he brought her to climax.

“When will we visit the armies by the fold?” She asked, switching into the woman she is instead of the woman she’s molded into by his lips.

Impassive, he looked back at her as he worked on the buttons of his shirt. “Why? Don’t believe I’ve kept my word?”

It unnerved her just how cold his voice felt, how impersonal. Standing, she wrapped the nightgown around her body. Taking his kefta in her hands, she held it open for him to slip into.

His eyes flicker from the kefta to her, as if he’s confused as well. It felt odd not knowing their place now. Their previous dynamic was easy to settle into, bickering felt like second nature. Conversing without spewing venom brought unfamiliar discomfort mostly because they’d much rather return to the bed behind them. Leaving that room carried an unspoken possibility of their time together being nothing but a fluke – a onetime deal. The outside world carries responsibilities, the kind that places them on opposite sides of the war.

“Thank you”, he turns around, allowing her to help dress him. Wives do that, he realized. Loving wives help their husbands dress just as often as they help them undress. Husbands do the same for their wives – though he much preferred the undressing part.

He kissed her brow unexpectedly, eyes flickering to her trembling lips as they passed a surprised gasp. “I know you want to see the results on a field, but rest assured I’ve kept my word.” Licking his lips, he reached for a glass from behind her. Pouring himself a glass, he watched her gnaw on her lower lip. For once, the ice queen showed there are emotions inside her capable of more than just disdain.

Breaking out of her daze, she cleared her throat. “I prefer to have confirmation”, she remarked.

Snorting, he looks up in frustration. He wanted to grab her by the throat as he would with any other human who’d dare challenge him, question him. In his mind, he pinned her to the bed, his hands wrapped around her delicate little wrists. ‘Don’t play games with me’, he’d say, ‘Don’t ever think you’re capable of that.’ He wanted so badly to treat her the same, as an enemy, but she had done something to him. No matter how hard he wished he could fight it, something inside him came to life – his heart beats unburdened by the shadows, for her. It was always going to be her.

“I guess I’m asking you to trust me”, he looked at her with a softness he visibly struggled with. His hand griped the glass far too tightly for it to fool her. He was hurt by her insinuation and she didn’t know how to respond.

“Aleksander.” Calling him by his first name for the first time felt so natural, but terrifying as his eyes lit up when it crossed her lips.

He shuddered. “Say it again”, he commanded, his eyes darkened as he pressed his lips together.

The look on her face would surely haunt him for an eternity. She was shocked, maybe even frightened. She didn’t mean to call him by his name, she had made a mistake and he could read it on her face.

She spun, fleeing into the bathroom. She ran from him like he had come to steal her soul. He thought about chasing after her, but it would be futile. She would return on her own. She lost the game, she was his. He swallowed his whisky and smiled. Perhaps the way his heart fluttered at the sound of his true name passing her lips should have been a sign he lost the game too, but he didn’t give it a second thought.

She is his.

Once he left, she did exactly as she wished – she scrubbed herself clean of any remainders of him. He’ll walk around with her scent clinging to him, but she will not be branded his. Though her hips bear his markings, she felt satisfied they were easily covered with a kefta.

“You don’t have to say it”, Genya raised an eyebrow at the shadows of Kirigan’s fingertips across her friend’s hips.

“Say what?” Y/N narrowed her eyes, her heart picking up pace.

Smirking, Genya lowered her voice, “You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N, exhaled audibly through her nose. “It wasn’t terrible.”

“Ha!” Genya clapped her hands, “We are winning today!”

Raising her eyebrows, Y/N turned her undivided attention to an overly excited Genya. “Care to explain?”

“Well”, she shrugged innocently, “I may have found us a new ally.”

Stunned, Y/N sat on the edge of the bathtub. “Who?”

“David”, Genya exclaimed.

“Isn’t he Kirigan’s little…pet?”

Knitting her eyebrows, Genya huffed, “No! He’s a brilliant man and he believes in equality and a brighter future.”

“But can we trust him with the secret?”

Swallowing thickly, Genya paused. Inhaling deeply, she nods. “I’d vouch for him.”

“I need concrete proof”, Y/N sighs, “This isn’t going to end well for us if he decides to spill everything to Kirigan!”

Rubbing her temples, Y/N felt as if the pressure inside her head would cause her brain to burst. It’s pressing in, choking every good idea she’s ever had.

“What would happen if he did know?” Genya crouched before her. With her hands on Y/N’s knees, Genya sighed. “Maybe he’d be receptive too.”

Snorting, Y/N couldn’t believe how naïve Genya is. “No. He’d be too angry to see the big picture.”

It didn’t matter that he’s begun colonizing Y/N’s heart or that every inch of her skin craved the touch of his hand. It felt as if she were invincible when he stood beside her, as if he had made her fireproof. No scar hurt when he kissed her, no grief was too difficult to bear when he looked at her.

“Damn it”, Y/N covered her face, “I want to believe in him, I do.” She couldn’t help but wonder if her feelings are the aftermath of the night he saved her life or the night of ecstasy he had given her. Is it really genuine emotion or did her heart move to her vagina?

“So believe”, Genya encouraged. A sympathetic smile adorned her full lips, her eyes kinder than before.

“How can I ever trust him when he’s got a superiority complex regarding humans? He’s never going to willingly protect one!”

“He did with you”, Genya pressed her lips into a thin line. “You’re paranoid because you are afraid allowing yourself to see the good in him might actually make you love him.”

And she is. She’s afraid to love him or let him love her. What would be the point? In the end, they’re too different.

“Talk to David again”, Y/N stood, sniffling. “I’ll head to the library.”

Genya raised an eyebrow. “Library?”

The first casualty of war is innocence and Y/N had none left. She was once called ‘angel’ by her father, by her comrades in the army too. She was the epitome of a pure heart who would sacrifice itself for others. She didn’t feel like an angel anymore, but she will play the part. No one expects an angel to set the world on fire.

“Yeah”, Y/N breathes out. “I want to look for something.” Truth be told, she wanted to research Aleksander and his lineage.

If the dark heretic is from his bloodline, she needed to know everything about him, about the hearts of those he came from. If she’s ever going to consider her husband as an ally, she has to know him – all of him. If she asked, she worried he’d cover up the darkest parts of him. He’d deem her too human to understand, too fragile to know all the horrors that tie into who he’s become.

It was time to find out if she could trust Aleksander.

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Part 9

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ohmysparkle · 3 years

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domming bang chan — i’d love to see an otherwise dom sub for someone💀

Sub Bang Chan is SO underrated, I don't get it. That man works so hard, is so good to the boys, he deserves to be getting the best head in the world 24/7.

But the thing with strong, hard working men like Chan is that they're all soft on the inside. On the outside they scream DADDY but inside he's truly BABY.

❤️ X ❤️ X ❤️ X ❤️ X ❤️ X ❤️

* Pairing: Sub!Bang Chan x Reader

* Length: 1.6K

* Warnings: gentle femdom, overstim, body fluids, crying.

❤️ X ❤️ X ❤️ X ❤️ X ❤️ X ❤️

Chan walks into the apartment with what you can recognize as monumental exhaustion. He wears it on his features, his shoulders are tense yet slouched from the weight of things, his steps slow and quiet. He’s like a silent cat stalking through the living area, careful as he sets things down so as not to disturb you.

You’re baking something, it’s savory by the smell of it. He’s home later than expected and imagines you’ve kept yourself busy in order to wait for him.

“Honey…” he quietly lets out, hoping you wouldn’t be startled, “I’m home.”

“Chan!” You shout happily as you turn to see him, but your energy soon deflates as you’re met with his tired eyes. “Oh baby… you look so tired.” You say, cupping his face and cherishing his features as hard as you can, hoping that will help the tension melt away.

He simply nods his head in your embrace as he scores his eyes shut in frustration.

“Are you hungry?” You inquire.

“No… I just want to…” he hesitates.

“Relax?” You both know what the suggestion in your tone will lead to.

“Yes…” he whispers, grabbing one of your hands and kissing it. “Please.”

“Go wait for me on the couch darling, get comfortable.”

You make sure to set up everything in the kitchen so nothing burns while you’re away tending to your husband. Chan is waiting for you on the couch, his back lazily slumped against the cushions as his eyes closed and he sighs. You kind of sneak up on him like this, but you take a moment to notice the fact that he’s so tired and it fills you with a bit of pain, you know your husband is always so hard-working and it breaks your heart to see him like this sometimes.

You lean over him, your arms and lightly roaming over his body, his blazer, his slacks, until finally you begin undoing all of the buttons and zippers. You peel his shirt and blazer back exposing his taut abdomen, the exposure of his skin earns yet another sigh from the tired man. You kiss his temple, and over each of his eyes, almost feeling the tension he carries in them.

“Just lay back and relax, honey.” You whisper into his ear, “I’m gonna take good care of you.”

These words are accompanied by you undoing his belt, and lowering his pants and briefs until he was naked save for the shirt and blazer hanging off of his arms. His golden skin is so warm all over, everywhere you touch is like a burn building up… but you remind yourself that he needs some doting on due to his state.

You kneel beside him on the couch, raising yourself so that you're looking down at him. “Channie…” you sing-song, tapping the tip of his nose so he opens his dreary eyes. You peel your top off, exposing yourself to him, and he eyes your breasts like a man starved, some liveliness coming back to his features. You cup his chin so his eyes meet yours, “You can suck.”

It’s like therapy for him… this busy, hardworking, tense man collapses at home upon his wife's breasts like a baby. He furrows his brows as he brings his plump breasts to one nipple, his glossy tongue swirling on the bus as he sucks it into his mouth. He moans against your breast, bringing his strong arms to circle your back and press you further against him as he hums in delight, as if he were savoring a candy.

You rub his back, run your fingers through his hair as he melts in your arms.

“Mm… Channie, you’ve been such a good boy today, haven't you?” you coo as gently as you can.

“Mm-hmm…” He noods with your tit in his mouth, opening his glossy eyes to look at you hopefully. Praise - it’s what the inner sensitive boy of a big strong man like Chan really wants at the end of the day. So hard working, he keeps up a front of perfection with all his friends and colleagues, but at home he just wants to be taken care of, finding a space so safe that he can show all his shortcomings and vulnerabilities with you.

“You work so hard, my sweet boy. I’m a-always so proud of you.” You stutter when he moves to your other breast. “Such a good, hardworking boy.”

He begins to rub one breast as his mouth plays with the other, but you stop him before you get carried away. He fusses when you pull away the slightest, but your quick to silence him by tugging at his bottom lip with the pad of your thumb. Chan slowly opens his mouth, his sharp and masculine features going soft in his dreamy arousal, you had almost forgotten to check on his cock, so erect and already leaking at the tip, a tiny dribble of his fluids glistening against his trim hair.

He leaves his mouth open in obedience, letting you languidly stick your tongue in as you slowly bring your hand down to his trail along his abdomen, nails scratching and tickling his skin. His breath hisses out past his lips and you inhale his sweet breath as you lick over his lips or suck on his tongue.

And when you reach for his member, clasping the wet tip, he justs his jaw in surprise, teeth clicking together. He nearly bit your tongue, and he looks at you apologetically. You tsk and slap his cheek with your index and middle finger, albeit still playfully, as a warning.

“Don’t start getting bad on me Channie…” you warn.

Now that you have his cock in the palm of your hand he wouldn’t dare. You lazily stroke up and down, while keeping your eyes level with his, a knowing smile grazing your lips as you admire his handsome features.

“You’ve been so good that I’m gonna give you a little reward, baby boy.” You run the tip of your nose over his temple, smelling his skin and the scent of his shampoo. “I want to see my little boy cum a lot since he’s been so good, but you’ve got to help me clean up the mess you make, ok?”

“Yes, yes honey… yes.” He pleads. You rub up and down, finally spitting on your hand to get a smoother glide as you increase your efforts.

“Y - yes! Ahh…” his moans are deep and raspy, “Honey, I’m - uhh!”

Chan doesn’t take long in cumming, clinging to you, and for a moment you slow your movements so he catches his breath. He’s spilled all over your fist and his abs, white droplets decorating the dark curls in his crotch.

“We’re gonna go again, baby.” You pick up the pace again on his softening cock, making new kinds of noises come from his pretty mouth. You liberally kiss him now, as you jerk him off more quickly, his entire body tensing as he whines in overstimulation.

Slowly, the firmness builds up again, it’ll only take a minute more until he cums again, you figure.

“Channie, be good and play with your balls for me.” you command, and you swallow his next loud moan with your lips. He’s fondling and squeezing his balls diligently despite not being able to control much of his body due to the pleasure. The way your warm breath fans his face, your breasts press to his chest, and your pretty little hand pumps his thick cock.

He cums with loud cry… and then…

Your sweet boy does really cry, letting out sobs and sniffles as he clings to you and buries his head in your chest, tickling you with his soft hair.

“Thank you… thank you, honey.” He cries.

“Oh baby, my sweet boy.” You kiss the top of his head. He must be so tired and stressed, and with the way you were touching him, he must have gotten so emotional. You rock him softly in your arms, humming a mindless tune to him.

“C’mon baby, help me clean up and I’ll take some more care of you…” You coo. You planned on spoiling him all evening.

You dip a finger against his abdomen to swipe off a droplet of semen, bringing it to his mouth, and he politely sucks on your finger, his teary eyes looking at yours lovingly. Before he can swallow you press your lips to his, kissing him deeply and tasting him in his mouth as you both swallow and suck away against one another.

The next few drops are ones you collect with your own tongue, licking his taut abs clean, and you come up to kiss him again. He eagerly sucks himself off of your tongue.

The rest is something you can clean off in the shower, you think, so you continue to wind down your crying man by pressing tender kisses all over his face, neck, lips, hands… Kissing the tears away until they’re long gone and the sniffles subside.

“You know I’m always so proud of you, Chan. I’m always gonna be here to take care of you when you’re tired or stressed, or whenever you need it… I’m always here baby, you got that?”

A single tear spills from one eye, and he looks at you like he’s fallen in love all over again, just nodding in agreement before he ends the conversation with a single, smiling kiss.

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