very small, it was just an idea I had, but I'm too lazy to do the rest!
You were beginning to make amends for your life choices.
You were between two men, five hours in, your body burning, your muscles aching, and fatigue beginning to take over your consciousness. Their arms were the only support you had, and they ached from the effort. Your skin was marked with kisses and bites, sweat mixed with saliva, and you felt Noritoshi's opening against the buttocks.
Your legs were wide open, Choso held the waist, and his own hips made quick, abrupt movements, thrusting his entire length inside while kissing your mouth. The brunette's tongue entered and moved against yours, his teeth nibbling at your lips, leaving them swollen.
Noritoshi was behind, holding your breasts with his hand, his member pressing against your entrance, entering a place little known to you.
God, why did you decide to have sex with the only men who never get tired
Third Cap!
Translations from High Valyrian will be at the end of the chapter!
After accepting the prince's proposal and gripping the dagger, Aemond lets out a small smile, stepping away from her presence and going to the middle of the garden.
— Try to hit me.
His order was ridiculous. You were wearing a dress, you had never trained in your life, and he was asking you to hit him? He had to be joking.
You stand up, holding the dagger firmly in your hand and walking heavily towards him. Even though fear was taking over your heart, you felt a real desire to learn how to defend yourself, and Aemond had a lot to teach.
Your body lunges towards the prince, raising the blade towards him and passing right by him. The silver-haired prince only took a step back and dodged your attack. And this happened more than ten times in a row.
You felt the sweat running down your neck going to your chest; your hair, which was previously neatly styled, was now tangled. Your skirt is hiked up to your shin, revealing a little more skin than usual. Your ragged breathing showed the signs of exhaustion that were consuming you.
Aemond's eyes didn't leave your body for a second, a mixture of attention and caution; it was as if he were studying you.
— Sir, I can't hit you! - you say, sitting on the floor of the arbor and turning your head back.
— Of course not, but are you going to give up after five minutes? Come on, get up.
He approaches, with an smug smile.
You look down at him, returning the gesture and placing the tip of the blade on his stomach.
— Does this count? - you ask slightly audaciously; adrenaline had already coursed through your body, and your mind was a little clouded.
The prince raises an eyebrow, staring at your face before stepping back.
— It counts for today. We'll do it again tomorrow.
And he leaves the garden, leaving you alone again.
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It was late at night when you received a letter from your father. You were in your room getting ready for bed and, upon opening it, finding several dried flowers.
You understood perfectly what your father wanted, so you sat in your chair and took a piece of paper, drawing some flowers as a reply. In a few minutes the message was ready, you sealed it using red wax, placed the letter between your breasts and dressed in something more appropriate to go out into the castle.
You sneak through the long corridors, holding only a candelabra in your hand and trying your best to avoid the servants, keeping your steps light. You needed to send a hidden letter to your sister; your father had requested information about the royal family. It was a surprise to you, but you tried to understand what he planned with it.
Your father was a shrewd and intelligent man; he didn't want his youngest daughter to die in the Red Keep. Years spent in the court world had made him more cautious; he knew Aegon's nature, he knew of the war brewing, and he didn't want his daughter to be in so much danger simply because she was married to one of the suitors to the throne.
All the messages were coded in the language of flowers, something widely used in ancient times to pass secret messages. You learned it after spending so much time reading books from bygone eras, and your father knew this.
While your attention was completely focused on the description, you didn't notice that the wall you were sneaking along had ended, causing your body to lose its balance and step on your own skirt, falling into the opening in the wall that led to a place you had no idea about.
The candles hit the floor, and the fire went out instantly. You were in an unknown place, completely dark and probably airy, feeling the cold night wind caress your body as you stood up, using the wall for support. A small despair gripped your heart; you needed to send a dangerous message and you were obviously in a place where you shouldn't be. "Calm down... just go back the way you came, it's not difficult." You thought, feeling your way around and running your feet along the ground, trying to find the staircase that led to this place. But you realized, there was no staircase at all.
You turned around quickly and desperately, realizing that, for some reason, the damn staircase had vanished. Gazing into your lungs and trying not to fall into complete despair, you turned towards the wind, following the gentle breeze that touched your face.
As you followed the path, you saw some lit candles in the distance, casting a low, artificial light over the place. Looking up, you noticed that the ceiling was open, the moon was at its peak, which helped a little with the illumination.
You held your candlestick, lighting the wick with the flame of other candles. Trying to find a way out, your body moved cautiously, searching with your eyes for any living soul who could help you. Then, an animalistic noise emerged from The ground; it wasn't the growl of a wolf or any animal you knew, it was a dragon's. The sound echoed off the great stone walls, resonating until it pressed against your head and entire body.
When youbecame aware of this, you realized that the place you are in was one of the worst for a non-Targaryen to enter, the Dragonpit. Your body shuddered with the imminent danger, your instincts screamed to get away, and that's what you did.
You started running in the same direction you came from, but heard some voices approaching. You hide behind a large stone pillar, running your fingers through your saliva and quickly extinguishing the candles.
— Gaomagon ao gīmigon lo dārilaroso Aemond māstan kesīr?
You understood practically no words, but you recognized Aemond and Vhagar, and that gave you a slight idea of what was happening.
Trying to follow the conversation, you see that the men stop in front of the place where you had come from.
— Lock, ziry iksos dangerous syt someone hen se sombāzmion naejot sylugon naejot māzigon kesīr.
The other man moved, pushing a large stone wall and completely closing the exit. "Holy shit," was what echoed in your mind as you realized that your only place to escape this place had been completely locked.
They move to another opening, further inside the huge building that surrounded you. You get up running to the new wall, trying to push with all your might, but it doesn't even budge an inch. Looking around, the figures of the two men disappearing into the darkness brought you relief, but the fear of being alone in the Dragon Pit still haunted you.
With no way out, and with a strong fear of death, you thought there might be a chance that the enormous opening they had entered could have a place to escape. You proceeded with quick steps, crossing the pit in a few seconds and descending a ramp that led you to two corridors.
One on the right and the other on the left, which would be the right one to choose? You didn't have many options and went in the direction your heart told you.
As you continued along the chosen path, the air seemed to become thinner and heavier, the smell of flesh and soot filled your nose, and your vision blurred slightly.
The weight of the air was horrible, as if large hands were forcing you down; fear overwhelmed you, you feared facing a dragon and being completely carbonized by it. The corridors were made of stone, but the ashes from the fire had created a thick, blackened layer, the floor littered with the carcasses of sheep and rams, all burned.
Then, as you followed the path and tried to find your freedom, an even louder roar echoed through the corridor. The difference was that this one came directly from in front of you.
Your body froze, yourlegs wouldn't move, and even though your mind screamed, the rest of you wouldn't obey. The deadly gaze of the dragon in front of you made you rethink all the decisions you had made inyou your life. If you hadn't come here, if hadn't been so blind and distracted.
After the second growl, the creature's neck arched back, its enormous mouth opened, revealing rows full of sharp teeth; and, deep in its throat, a living fire that the beast prepared to unleash in your direction.
Before you could react, arms encircled your waist and pulled your against a strong, rigid body, forcing you to run back to where you came from. your mind was clouded, and for a few seconds, you could only hear a muffled, angry sound; your eyes were completely blurred.
As soon as you returned to normal, you noticed Aemond's figure in front of you, looking at you somewhat incredulous at the situation you had gotten herself into.
— Why were you here? Do you realize you could have died, you idiot?! - His voice was a little calmer, but visibly unbalanced.
— Answer me! You shouldn't have set foot in this place. What were you thinking when you came here?
Aemond's stern tone seemed to awaken you, finally making you realize what had happened seconds before. Your eyes filled with tears, fear still coursed through her veins, and with the effects of the near-shock on your body, the memory of the dragon almost burning you alive brought an irrational fear. You turn your face down, placing your hands on your cheeks and trying to calm yourself.
The platinum-haired man didn't do anything, just stared at you, keeping his body close to yours and silently comforting you with his own warmth.
Your tears subsided after a while; now you stared fixedly at the ground, thinking of an excuse good enough for Aemond to believe. You feared that if you said you were lost, the man wouldn't believe you.
— I wanted to see the dragons... I heard stories about this place, about who they guarded, and I knew where it was. - you say in a low voice, raising your gaze to his.
— I had a dream, I felt I needed to come here. I apologize, my prince, please have mercy from my ignorance.
You lower your head, placing your hands close to your body and gripping the fabric of your dress.
— I promise my actions won't be repe-
— I won't punish you for your naiveté; your near-death experience is punishment enough. - he said, cutting you off, and then letting out a deep sigh.
— Why didn't you ask Aegon to take you? His dragon has room for two.
You cough slightly, trying to indicate your discomfort when Aemond mentions your fiancé's name, but the man seemed unconcerned; his goal of extracting the truth was greater than his compassion.
— I believe he wouldn't be very willing to do that; the prince has been more absent than usual these days, I haven't even had time for a longer conversation with him."
— And you thought coming here alone was the best option?
— I didn't think so, my prince, it was a silly childhood dream. - You should have been more rational.
You bow, showing your regret for your own actions. Looking again, his chin was tense, as if he were considering something; the silence in the room made you wonder if he would ever answer you.
— Want to fly? - Aemond asks in a low voice, and for the first time he looks down at the ground, seeming even hesitant to offer.
— What? - you ask, a little surprised by the prince's proposal.
— I asked if you want to fly on Vhagar.
His voice seemed more certain, turning his gaze back to you.
And you were in disbelief for a few seconds. You should say no, it was too dangerous and your mission could be ruined.
But these weren't your thoughts, they were the thoughts of duty that constantly hammered in your head. What you really wanted was to seize the only opportunity in your entire life to fly on a dragon.
Your admiration for the creatures was no lie, and even though minutes ago you had almost died at the hands of one, euphoria had taken over your heart before reason. Damn the Empiricists when they said, "Nothing is in the intellect that has not first passed through the senses," and you needed to feel, to then think.
— Yes, I would love to. - you say with a smile on your face.
Aemond turns his back, walking ahead of you.
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You were no longer in the Dragonpit; after a few minutes' walk, you found yourself in front of the stables. The groom approached silently, bowing his head to Aemond and handing him a horse. The man looks up, and is a little surprised to see you behind the prince.
— I didn't know you were coming along! I need to prepare another horse-
— There's no need, it would take too long, and we don't have one - Aemond replies, holding the horse by the reins and guiding it to the gate.
He mounts first, swinging his legs over the animal and maintaining a straight posture. He turns, raising his hand toward you.
—Get on.
You placed your hand in his, using it as support to climb into the saddle. Aemond's hand was warm, his long fingers with a few scars, and the slightly rough skin almost completely covered yours. Adjusting yourself in the saddle, your arms went around his torso, pressing your body against his. The feeling of fear and danger you had felt before was almost nonexistent now.
Of course, this was part of who Aemond was; his stern gaze and words, his posture, and everything that involved his being were frightening, indicating that you should always show respect. But now, you no longer believed he would kill you for soiling your clothes or for saying the wrong word. Aemond was more than the perverse sadist that the ladies of other lands described, and little by little you discovered this.
And just like his hands, the prince's natural warmth was above average; you rest your cheek on his broad back, closing your eyes and trying not to freak out at being so close to him. His scent was a mixture of incense with something woody; this combination, for some reason, calms you more than you'd like to admit.
You didn't exchange a single word while riding. Aemond seemed too focused on something else, and you were so lulled into his presence that you didn't even notice when the horse stopped.
— We've arrived.
He dismounts, stopping beside the animal and offering his hand to help you down. And when his broad back disappears from your sight, you can finally see the dragon so feared throughout Westeros.
Vhagar.
Translations!
— Gaomagon ao gīmigon lo dārilaroso Aemond māstan kesīr? (Do you know if Prince Aemond is here?)
— Daor, yn ziry māzigon rȳ kesīr naejot sōvegon rūsīr Vhagar. (No, but he passes by here to fly with Vhagar.)
— Lock, ziry iksos dangerous syt someone hen se sombāzmion naejot sylugon naejot māzigon kesīr. (Lock, it's dangerous for someone from the castle to try to enter.)
next time we will fly with vhagaaar!!!
@dreamilypurplepillar
After being left by Aemond in your room, you head towards the bathtub. Many maids remove your long, heavy dress, guiding you to the water and beginning to wash your body. You weren't used to such pampering; even with some maids at your disposal, in the Red Keep, the level was very different. After several long minutes enjoying the bathtub and its hot water, you get up and are quickly dressed: a long dress that reaches the floor, with a cutout at the shoulders and long sleeves, black with some gold embroidery. As soon as you finished getting ready, a guard took charge of fetching you, guiding you to the dining room.
The corridors seemed colder and far less cozy than your old home; it was as if the walls and floor had thorns, and you struggled not to prick yourself. Forever, a prey among dragons.
The guards opened the two large doors in front of you, and you had a view of part of the Targaryen family gathered at the table. Helaena wore a light pink dress, matching her face and hair. Aegon wore the same simple green robes, Alicent proudly displaying the same color, her head slightly tilted upwards. Otto stood beside his daughter, and King Viserys hid part of his face with his mask, breathing heavily as he stared at her. What intrigued her was that Aemond was not at the table.
You walk to the king seemed exhaustingly long; you felt the stares burning her body, as if you were about to stumble at any moment. You approach Viserys, holding onto your dress and bowing, stating your name and the name of your house.
— Your Majesty, it is a pleasure to dine with you, and I feel fulfilled to be marrying your son, Aegon. - You smile at the King, receiving a smile in return.
— I am glad you are with us tonight, please, sit down. - The old king says, indicating a chair next to Aegon.
After a brief nod, you walk to the prince's side, smiling at the rest of the table and sitting down.
A few minutes later, the door to the room opens abruptly, and a familiar figure appears. Aemond was dressed in his typical black leather robes, but with some red embroidery, referencing his house. And the strangest thing was his slightly dirty face, as if covered in earth or dust. His dagger remained firmly at his hip, and his firm steps go towards the King, who simply bows and sits in his place, which coincidentally is opposite yours.
Then, with the whole family gathered, dinner begins. The conversations were quite niche among them, talking about agreements and situations in the kingdom, with Alicent and Viserys occasionally asking something about their land, questions that were answered instantly." Your eyes and Aemond's meet a few times, and whenever that happened, you felt your cheeks grow warmer with embarrassment, while the prince showed no different reaction.After a few heavy gulps of his wine, Aegon leans back in his chair, bringing his mouth close to your ear as he chuckles.
— You look so beautiful in that dress...you've never had sex? - He asks in a drawn-out voice, his lips forming a silly, spontaneous smile.
— What?! My prince, I've never slept with any man, - You reply, still in the same low tone and trying to hide your embarrassment.
— Hm, you're so hot, I thought someone would have already dishonored you. - Aegon runs his finger along your shoulders, slowly scratching your collarbone.
— If you want, I can get a head start on the party preparations and take you today. - The idea invaded your mind like a horror story. You quickly turned away, looking incredulously at the prince, but before you could respond, Viserys coughed in his chair, leaning heavily on the table.
— I will retire now, good night. - The king said, being led away by his servants, and with him, the silence.
As soon as he left, you quickly stood up and turned to Alicent, bowing.
— I apologize, Queen, but I feel a little tired from the journey. Would you mind if I retired early? -Your voice was thinner and more passive; you didn't know if it was to show submission or from the fear coursing through your body at the mere thought of Aegon touching you.
— No problem, you may retire. - She said, wiping her mouth, and you turned and left the dining room as quickly as you could.
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Your steps practically run towards your room, but before reaching your destination, you glance at the library door, feeling tempted to enter and try to find the same comfort you felt at home. Entering the place, the candles emanated a warmth that embraced your body, bringing back memories of the nights you stayed awake reading. You approach a darker, slightly dusty bookshelf with the word "Romance" written on it.
Historical tales and legends were Interesting books, but nothing captured your young heart more than a romance novel. Approaching the books, your hand goes straight to a cliché: "The Knight and the Princess."
Finding some cushions scattered on the floor, you sit down among them, opening the book and beginning your reading comfortably and nostalgically. But before you could finish the first page, the library doors open, and you see Aemond entering. He seems not to notice your presence, going straight to a section of books about war and holding a copy. Then, he turns his gaze to the most hidden corner where you were, raising a slight eyebrow and staring at you.
—Why are you in the dark? - Aemond says, turning a candle towards you.
— I feel more comfortable this way. - You reply, still not moving.He nods, but before turning to leave, he squints slightly and reads the title of your book.
—The Knight and the Princess? I didn't expect to see this book in your hands.
— And why not? I'm a young woman, it's expected that I'd enjoy these kinds of readings.
—I thought that, because you liked stories, that negated your taste for romance novels.
—I like both, my prince. I appreciate a story full of glory and honor, just as I like a light love to fill the heart. A man cannot live in binary terms, appreciating only one universe.
Aemond's gaze showed genuine interest, perhaps seeing some sense in her words.
— And why did you leave dinner early? If you were tired, it would be expected that you would be in your chambers.
A knot formed in your stomach as you remembered the scene, Aegon with his strong breath almost kissing your neck, saying he would dishonor you that very day. And not even your bridal mask could disguise your grimace of disgust.
—Nothing, my prince, I was just tired and decided to settle down in the library.
— Did my brother say something to you? - Aemond said, the words slipping dangerously from his lips.
And you didn't know what to say. You wanted to tell the queen about the terrible things you'd heard, but you were suddenly afraid of being betrayed and having your throat cut. So you just stayed quiet, looking at your book again and flipping through some pages. Aemond stared at you for a few seconds, glancing around before fixing his gaze on your figure.
— There's no need to fear the truth. I imagined this would have happened, and I hate being lied to. - His deep voice echoed off the stone walls, almost forcing you to look at him again.
— I don't want you to see my words as betrayal, prince, so I prefer to avoid them. - You looked down at him, showing your passive stance regarding the prince's words.
— What Aegon does and says is nothing new, I just wanted to know if my theory was correct, and that he wouldn't be able to take his own fiancée's respect seriously. - He heads towards the exit, but before his body fully crosses the threshold, his body acts on its own again.
—Were you flying on your dragon? - You ask, your voice slightly trembling, trying somehow to maintain this dialogue between you.
He was the only person who seemed interested in your conversation, and you needed to talk.
— I mean, there's a little dirt on your face and your hair was a bit tangled, I thought that was why...
— Yes, I was flying. I like to fly with Vhagar to calm myself down. - The prince said in a few words, looking at you one last time and disappearing into the darkness.
Gods, you just wanted not to feel so alone.
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A few weeks had passed since your arrival. Your routine hadn't changed much; you always tried to avoid Aegon and his comments about your body and appearance, and the person you talked to most was Aemond, even though your interactions lasted a maximum of twenty minutes.
But you appreciated each other's presence in silence, him reading at the table and you surrounded by cushions. Usually, your longer conversations were about stories of Westeros and your relatives; others were about dinner, economics, legends. Nothing too personal, but enough to keep you from going crazy without human contact. The rest of the day involved walks in the garden, embroidery, and writing.
And today you had decided to stroll through the castle, staying in the more open areas with access to the windows, choosing the fresh air on your skin over the mold of your room.As you walked through one of the corridors, you heard the sound of swords and abrupt movements; your curiosity quickly drew you to the window, giving you a privileged view of the battle that was taking place.
Aemond fought against Sir Criston Cole, both moving with expertise, their swords producing sharp sounds, one throwing the other back and vice versa. His eyes, besides observing the prince's skill in battle, also noticed how handsome he looked when fighting. His white hair flew with every reflection, his single eye slightly. His gaze widened with concentration, his body flexing with each movement. The terrifying aura surrounding the prince somehow became bloodier as he displayed his skills on the field. And you knew that what should normally frighten you, instead fascinated you.
After a few minutes of brazenly observing the prince, Aemond returned your gaze after knocking Criston to the ground. You felt your breath catch a few times; just having his gaze on you already gave you a tingling sensation in your stomach. You turned your face after a few seconds, following the path down the corridor, even without knowing where it would lead.
The corridor eventually led you to a staircase, and then to a part of the garden previously unknown to you.It seemed as well-kept as the other part, but its branches were larger, the flowers red or black, never other colors. In the middle was a pergola, surrounded by roots and some flowers cascading along the structure. Right at the top was a white iron dragon. Inside, a chair and a table made of white iron, entirely decorated with roses and dragon-shaped patterns. You walk through the bushes, delicately touching each rose and smelling each one. Reaching the structure, you sit down, and curiously, the iron chair was quite comfortable. You close your eyes, enjoying the breeze that passes over your body and caresses your neck.
— Are you resting, Lady? - Aemond's voice made you open your eyes and straighten up in the chair.
— I am, I've never been to this part of the garden before, for some reason, they didn't show it to me.
— That's because this garden belongs to the Targaryen family; only those who possess the blood of the dragon can enter here.
Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Gods, this should be obvious, shouldn't it?
You quickly stand up, straightening your dress and heading towards the opening of the arbor.
— A thousand apologies, my prince!I didn't know that, I promise I won't set foot here again.
But Aemond's hand grips your shoulder, stopping you mid-descend. The touch was warm, contrasting with his icy appearance and personality.
— You can stay here. No one in my family uses this place except me. - He approaches one of the wooden backrests, leaning against it and pointing to the chair, indicating where you should sit. You silently obey, sitting in the iron chair and looking at the prince.
— Were you watching me train? - the platinum-haired man asks, pulling out his usual book without looking at you.
— Yes, you have a unique skill with the sword, it seems like it's connected to your hand. - Aemond smiles; he rarely let that smile show on his face.
— Thank you for the compliments, I believe you've never trained with a sword, have you? - The question couldn't seem more idiotic; you're a woman, you could never even consider that possibility.
— No, my prince, my studies have been limited to embroidery and reading. - He looks at you, as if thinking for a moment.
— Would you like to train?
The question caught you off guard; you hadn't thought he would offer something like that, especially not to you.
— Excuse me? Sir, women cannot train, this is something only-
— I know, that's why we can train here. Only a few servants come to clean, but the rest of the day is completely free.
He approaches, holding the dagger at his hip and offering it to you.
— You seem to need a distraction besides reading, something to get your body moving. Do you accept?
You glance at the dagger. The handle was black with red markings, the blade was straight and seemed very sharp. Your hand moves to the handle, gripping it and feeling its weight in your palm.
— I accept, my prince.
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I promise there will be more romance in the next chapter! And it will be very sweet ❤
Blood, Rings & Lies
Aemond x Reader
Forced marriage with Aegon
Sex, eventually
cheating?
You are a Lady, the youngest daughter of a great house in Westeros. Your family sent you to King's Landing to marry Prince Aegon in exchange for an alliance in the war brewing behind the scenes. However, your fiancé seems more inclined to sleep with prostitutes than even look at you, and Aegon's brother, Aemond, spends more time than he should admiring your presence.
𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐩!
Your family announced the engagement a few weeks ago, and when you found out who you would be marrying, a shiver ran through your body.
Insecurities, anxiety, fear. All of this grew inside you without stopping; the responsibility that fell into your hands was greater than any other. Marriage in itself is complicated, now, marrying the eldest son of the king who was competing with his sister to ascend to the throne, was like putting a giant target on your back.
Your sisters looked on with envy, and you didn't have much choice but to accept this burden. What was a dream for them was a nightmare for you.
You didn't complain about marrying a prince; it's a great final marriage; but the problem lay in the rumors surrounding the man:
Drunkard, vagabond, gambler, womanizer.
At night, he frequented bars with various prostitutes, spending more time with a drink in his hand than a sword, and if one day he stayed sober for more than two hours, it was cause for celebration.
The boats reached your ears in gossip circles among the Ladies of Westeros, the best place to uncover any information, and besides learning more about your future husband, you also learned other things about his family.
His sister, Helena, was avoided and distracted, spending more time gazing at the wind than anything else, but she was still the most descended of them.
And his younger brother, Aemond.
Just hearing that name made your stomach churn. Rider of the largest living dragon, sadistic, cruel, and an expert swordsman. Besides his frightening appearance, a result of losing his eye when he was younger.
You heard so many atrocities about him, about what he would do to you, that youfelt like rushing this marriage because of his brother.
But now there was no more time to stall; now, you was in a carriage, observing the castle that would be your home.
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As soon as the horses stopped and the carriage door opened, you saw the family a little further away. Alicent with her hair loose and wearing green clothes, Aegon with large dark circles under his eyes as his body swayed back and forth, as if constantly unbalanced, Heleana wore a dress similar to her mother's, but was too busy watching the butterflies in the garden.
And Aemond, Aemond was wearing a black leather outfit, his face staring down at you, showing overwhelming superiority, and his eyepatch plunged you into a hostile environment. But what they didn't tell you about the prince was how handsome he was. His white hair flowed like water down his back, tall and with a body defined by his training.
Some worked to help him exit the carriage, holding his hand while another announced his arrival. Alicent moved with a smile on her face as she applied.
— Welcome, I hope the journey wasn't tiring.
— A little, my Queen, but I'm fine, the scenery so far is enchanting - you say, returning her smile.
She turns, heading towards the rest of the Targaryen family and waiting for the others to introduce themselves.
— Heleana. It's a pleasure to meet you - the girl says, looking at the ground and then at your face.
— The pleasure is mine, Princess. - you bow, lowering your head to greet her.
— Aegon. I didn't expect you to be so beautiful, my lady - the prince says with a smile, and right after you bow as you did with your sister, he takes your hand and gives you a quick kiss.
You feel your cheeks redden from the contact and the words, but the smell of alcohol makes you turn your face away.
— Thank you, my prince, you are as charming as they say. A lie, of course, but you need to maintain a good impression.
—Aemond. - He says, quickly and dryly, maintaining the same gaze in your direction.
— My prince - you bow again, trying to avoid his gaze as much as possible. You knew you were going to stare at the eyepatch for too long, but the little time you held his gaze steady made your heart skip a few beats.
His face was beautiful, elongated, his jaw narrow, and all his features made him even more charming, even his scar combined with his person. You didn't understand how the old women spoke of how hideous he was. He might be frightening, but to be treated as a superior being because of the scar? Gradually, the image of the sadistic and terrible beginning faded, but even so, his presence was frightening and suffocating.
— Well, Aegon will show you the castle, so you'll have time to talk! - the queen says, turning towards the large building, accompanied by her children. The only one who stays behind is Aegon, with the same silly look as before. But before leaving, Aemond gives you one last look, then disappears from your sight.
The white-haired boy turns to you, glancing around and almost tripping over his own feet before getting close to your ear.
— I was afraid of marrying an ugly woman, but looking at you... I won't be sad when our wedding night arrives. - And he let out a laugh, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards the large gates.
A shiver ran through your body as those words echoed in your mind. What kind of man would say that to his own bride on the day they meet? Fear gripped your mind just imagining yourself lying in the same bed with him.
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First you explored the common areas. Aegon didn't seem concerned with actually showing you where everything was located; his conversations were filled with jokes about the staff, and you were forced to laugh to please him.
You knew your wedding would probably be like this, but you had a hope, deep down, that maybe you could be friends with your husband. But the lecherous looks he gave every attractive woman who passed by, the loud and exaggerated laughter, the comments about how idiotic they looked doing their jobs, confirmed that the rest of your life would be a torment.
Upon reaching the second floor, Aegon's personality hadn't changed, and you tried your best to pretend to pay attention to what he was saying; until a soldier interrupted yet another of his jokes about an old maid in the hallway.
— Sir, your friends are waiting for you at the gate, they say it's urgent.
— Oh! I'd forgotten, what a pity...
He looks at you, taking your hand and giving it another kiss.
— My dear bride, I must go now, but I promise I'll be back later!
And then, Aegon leaves, without even giving you time to reply, leaving you completely alone in the middle of the castle.
You turn around, your hands clasped in front of you, trying to find a servant to help you.
— I see my brother left you alone here.
A hoarse voice speaks from behind you, making your body turn automatically in fright. Aemond was standing there, holding a book with writing in High Valyrian.
— He's a bit reckless, but anyway, I'll show you the rest of the places since he's not here.
He starts taking heavy steps, getting ahead of you and following you down the corridor.
— What? But how did you know we were here? — You say, a little bewildered, not quite understanding the dynamics that were happening.
— My mother had informed me that this could happen, so she told me to keep following you and Aegon. You must already know of his reputation.
— Excuse me? I don't know much about the prince beyond the usual. — Feigning innocence was the easiest way to deflect this subject; if he asked too many questions, and you answered too many, you could be charged with a crime against the crown.
He simply stops walking, staring at you for a few seconds in an amused way, as if he found the situation funny.
As you pass the library, your attention is caught by some books you want to read; your first action is to approach the shelf and pick them up, leafing through a few pages with a smile on your face.
You spent a considerable amount of time reading; your family wouldn't let you do anything other than embroidery, etiquette lessons, and things considered feminine. You rarely got to ride through the fields, enjoying the sun on your skin and the surrounding forest. So books were your refuge for a long time, and it probably wouldn't be any different here.
— Do you like books about my family?
Aemond asks, and for the first time he seemed interested in something in your conversation.
— Yes, I find the Targaryen history interesting and glorious, especially their dragons... I hope to see one soon. A breath you didn't know you were holding escaped your mouth; you'd been quiet and hesitant for so long that your body had frozen.
— We have dragons here; maybe Aegon will show you Sunfire someday, - he replies, turning his face towards the stained-glass window.
— What's your favorite part of the dynasty? you ask.
After all, you'd been walking on eggshells and being careful not to offend the family all day, trying to fit into a nest of dragons without becoming their prey, but you longed for a lighter, more relaxed conversation after hours of seriousness. And even if Aemond was intimidating, he seemed to appreciate history and literature, so why not give it a try?
— I believe the conquest. The imposing presence of the first king and his sisters was glorious.
He approaches the bookshelf, holding a book and extending it to you.
— This one talks a lot about that, maybe you'll be interested.
Aemond pulls back the book he was reading, sitting down at one of the tables to enjoy his reading.
— Hm? Aren't you going to show me the rest of the castle? - you ask, even though you're hesitant to speak to the prince; you needed to know where his chambers were.
— Do you really want to spend hours looking at rooms you won't even set foot in? When night falls, I'll take you to where you'll be staying, and then we'll have dinner to introduce you to the king. - he says, without taking his eyes off the pages in his hand.
The direct answer didn't surprise you; Targaryen princes were known for being like that, irritating many who crossed their path.
You sit at another table, picking up the book about Aegon the Conqueror, and beginning to read it.
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After a few hours, the sun had given way to the moon, which now shone in the sky, and the candles had been lit by some of the castle servants.
You glanced at Aemond a few times, who seemed totally engaged in his book, but sometimes you felt his gaze directed at you as if both of you were waiting for the other to stop looking.
Looking at him was almost magnetic; Aemond intrigued you in many ways. He was handsome, tall, with a beautiful body and straight posture, but his boundless perfection was broken by the large scar on his face, reinforcing the frightening aura that surrounded him. It was strange in the same way that it was attractive.
Then, he stood up, walking towards you with his hands behind his back.
— Come on, dinner will be in a few hours, and you need to go to your chambers.
He didn't wait for your answer, heading towards the library door with hurried steps. And you followed him, trying somehow to keep up with his pace.
Upon reaching a corridor full of doors, he stopped in front of one you believed to be yours. He opened the door, giving you a glimpse of a rather spacious and well-lit room.
— See you at dinner. He began to walk away, but your body reacted before you could stop it.
Your hand grabbed Aemond's arm, stopping him instantly.
— Thank you...for the company and your time, my prince. You said, a little nervous, feeling your heart almost leap out of your chest.
He turned to look at you, staring at your face for a few seconds and sighing.
— You're welcome. His voice came out a little lower than you were used to, he turned and continued on his way.
After he disappeared down the corridor, you quickly entered your room, leaning against the door and slowly falling towards the floor.
— My Gods, what have I done? Why did I react that way? - you say in a loud tone, feeling your cheeks burn.
And deep down, perhaps you knew the answer. Aemond was a handsome, serious man who, although not as courteous, was much more polite than his brother. And you, a young woman being forced into marriage without ever having touched a man sexually in your life. Aemond's figure alone would be attractive to you, but the frightening way he emanated sent shivers down your spine; your instincts wanted to flee his presence, to find some refuge before he completely seized you, and this normally repels most young women, but for you, it had the opposite effect. The dragon's fire clearly resided in that man's body.
But of course, getting involved with him was out of the question. Your job was simple: marry Aegon, remain quiet and submissive, produce healthy heirs, and enjoy the rest of your life. Unlike his brother, the responsibility of the crown weighed more heavily on him than on Aegon.
PT2 ! Why don't you tell her you're thinking about someone else? - Toji
💬 2 🔁 0 ❤️ 24 · Why don't you tell her you're thinking about someone else? - Toji · Warnings: cheating, toxic relationship, death, you're
PT1!!!! UP HERE
Warnings: cheating, angst, sad, happy end? you and toji together, toji maybe an asshole?
>just to remember, men like that doesn't exist!! dont accept being the mistress or the betrayed, they aren't like TOJI! they doesn't change.
>because toji is perfect hehe
After the meeting at his house, seeing Toji became part of my routine.
I had become too soft, but looking at that man in such a depressed and miserable state had made me empathize with the scoundrel.
— Here's your tea, it's chamomile, it'll calm you down a bit. — I handed him the drink; I've been at his house since morning, since he forbade me from leaving.
Toji had gone through another nightmare; according to him, it was common for this to happen, even more so after his wife passed away.
I still can't believe I put myself in such a humiliating situation, completely ignoring what he had done, and on top of that, I'm taking care of him as if he were my boyfriend. I should try to distance myself as quickly as possible, otherwise I'll become his wife just so he can cheat on me with some street slut.
— Thank you, my love. — He holds the cup in his hands, leaving a kiss on my cheek and drinking the tea.
He runs his hand down my arm, pulling me against his body and placing my head on his shoulder.
— I don't know what I would do without you by my side...
Toji seemed sincere, too sincere. He had somehow reached the deepest core of his emotions; he was showing his most sensitive side at that moment.
I ran my hands over his face, holding it and leaving a light kiss on his lips.
— But I'm by your side. There's no reason to think about that impossibility.
He finished drinking his tea, placing the cup on the dresser and turning to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing me against his structured body.
— Don't leave me.
Simple, true.
The most real thing Toji had ever said to me in all this time.
— I couldn't even think about it.
He said, a lie.
He should, yes, think about it, he should push his body back, pushing away that whole hurricane and pretending he didn't like being in the middle of the storm.
But I could never refuse the warmth of his arms.
— As long as you promise not to leave me.
I turned to face him, looking him seriously in the eyes. I knew that any answer that came out of his mouth would leave me insecure anyway.
— I would never let you slip through my fingers.
After all, he had already experienced the feeling of letting a woman slip away. The feeling of being the second option still gnawed at me. If it weren't for her death, I would still only be his mistress in his spare time and would be discarded in the coming weeks, when he realized he had a child to raise...
I think he sensed my thoughts; he returned them with a pained grimace, hugging me tighter.
— Don't think about it...
He whispered in my ear, but a flash of reason took over my thoughts and I pulled away from him completely. If she were alive, I would be his mistress forever. Always the mistress.
— I can't.
I turned my face away, trying to ignore the miserable presence in bed.
— Don't need-
— If she were alive, I would still only be your disposable whore. I would be nothing more than a prostitute you'd call in your spare time.
I approach the chair next to the bed, gathering my clothes scattered on the floor.
— I'm just your toy, and if by any chance I become yours, you'd still trade me for a younger woman who satisfies your desires.
— That's not true.
— Yes, it is, Toji! That's the biggest truth there is, I only serve to fill those holes in your heart. It's not my fault that your miserable life made you the jerk you are, you should try to be an idiot without hurting anyone!
I couldn't control my mouth, the words came out without me being able to contain them, I was speaking without filtering my thoughts.
— And in the end, the one who suffered the most was her. She lived her whole life thinking she had a husband who loved her, that she would have a child with him. Only for him to end up having fun with women he found along the way. She died thinking about that.
— And I'm just another slut, I knew all that, but I wanted to drown my feelings and try to believe that maybe, somewhere hidden in your heart, there was some space for me. But the only space that belongs to me is that of a mistress. Never by your side, always behind, hidden from the eyes of others.
I threw all my clothes in his direction. My heart was beating so hard I thought it would escape through my throat.
— I spent months of my life waiting for you, thinking that maybe you would leave her and be by my side once and for all. I never saw you for more than 5 hours a day, just enough time for you to meet me at some bar and have sex. We never spent a single night together, always leaving in the early hours of the morning.
Tears began to escape my face, running like a river.
— The only days that happened were after her death. I will never be your first option, I will never be your chosen one, because you never saw me that way, did you? I will always be her fleeting amusement, never enough, never enough to occupy her space in her heart.
I gathered the few things I had left and left.
I pushed towards the door with such force that I thought I would break the window panes.
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I started walking down the street without a destination in mind. I thought about passing by some bars, but I didn't even feel like tasting the beer in my mouth, and ironically, small raindrops hit my back.
I kicked some stones along the way, while each word I spoke swirled in my head like in a drama movie. Finally, I had what I wanted so much, Toji by my side. But even so, I decided to give it up for common sense and morality. Who would have thought I would be taking this side of the coin?
I sat on the sidewalk, resting my head on my knees as I hugged my legs. I closed my eyes as I felt the water run down my body, trying somehow to wash away the sins I had committed in the meantime, and the memories flooded my mind.
Did I really love him? Am I so stupid as to love this kind of man?
A man so dirty, incomplete, and worthless...
My thoughts are interrupted by a hand on the back of my neck, making me look up and see Toji's figure staring at me.
He was as soaked as I was, and a serious expression was on his face.
— I don't know how to love, and I don't know how to control my gambling impulses and my alcohol addiction; I don't know how to take care of my son, and I can't even manage my own finance. I'm a mercenary who kills for money, not caring who the victim is. I'm irresponsible and a jerk.
He sits down next to me.
— But I'm willing to try to change, to try to somehow fit into a good and healthy idea that you might have by your side. You're the only person I've opened up to, I thought that because I was wrong, it made me closer to you. I thought the same kind of mold covered our hearts. But you're much better than me.
Toji places his hand on my face, brushing some strands of hair from my eyes.
— I'm willing to show you how much I love you, how I want to learn to be a decent man by your side. I want to be more than just a guy who passes through your life. I want to be the only one in it.
— And even if you don't want to believe it, to be loyal to you.
His gaze drops to my lips, then returns to my eyes.
— Please. Give me a chance to show you that I can learn to be the right man for you, even if I'm not yet.
I felt my heart overflowing with the sincere words that came from his mouth, his eyes screamed the desperation within his heart, and I felt mine fill with tears. He's not the right man for me, far from it, but he was willing to learn to be.
And that, for Toji, was the greatest act of love he could give.
I responded with a kiss, not with ulterior motives or a malicious air, just to try to convey everything that words can't.
That I accept him, and that I love him.
Even with its imperfections and broken pieces, I love it.
Why don't you tell her you're thinking about someone else? - Toji
Warnings: cheating, toxic relationship, death, you're the mistress, Toji becomes a widower, smut, +18, toji is a asshole, sad (very few), first-person narration, tojixreader
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So tell me
Why do you leave me so free?
Why don't you tell her you're thinking about someone else?
That I've taken your thoughts
Your heart in my bag
She might even notice you smelling like someone else
~NandaTsunami (rap singer from brazil!!!)
I hated that bastard, the way he had me in his hand even when I tried my best to get away from him, just hearing that husky voice in my ear, those hands around my waist, my legs trembled and all my curses backfired.
The problem is, men are so stupid and arrogant.
I was going to the pharmacy and putting some things in my cart, just the basics: condoms, birth control pills, and a watermelon gum. I was walking down the aisles until I entered the baby cosmetics section, when I saw that son of a bitch walking hand in hand with his wife.
I had never seen her in person, and she's incredibly beautiful. She seems extremely sweet and kind, the way she moves while smiling at him; her thin face with short, dark hair; and her body so...
Wait.
Is she pregnant?
She's pregnant.
I couldn't tell exactly how many months, but her belly was already visible. She was choosing diapers with a smile on her face, turning to Toji. She was already buying baby things like diapers and bottles, so he must be about to be born.
I felt my body churning, my heart pumping blood with so much anger that my ribcage was almost exploding; I wanted to tear the dark-haired man apart for doing these things to such a beautiful and sweet woman, the woman who was carrying his child.
I moved away from the couple instantly; knowing I was there would only make things worse, and I didn't know if I could control my emotions if she looked at me.
My shoulder bumped into a shelf, causing some baby shampoos to fall to the floor. Shit, did they hear me? Never mind, the faster I clean this mess up, the faster I can get out of here.
I started quickly gathering things up, putting them in their proper place until a hand touched my shoulder.
—Sweetheart, do you need help?
The delicate voice asked me. I looked back and there she was, with a smile on her face and her hand on her stomach.
—Toji! Help she, please.
She said in that pleading, sweet voice, the same voice I use when I asked him for something. I heard heavy footsteps behind me, bending down and picking up the products and putting them away.
—Thank you.
I said dryly, trying to get out of that situation and get out of there quickly. But he grabbed my arm, making me stop instantly.
I felt a shiver run through my entire body; his touch was so warm it made me forget how much of a scoundrel he was.
— Be careful next time, you might end up hurting yourself.
That mocking look, his breath reeking of cheap alcohol and cigarettes, his lips forming a sly smile; was he enjoying this?
I moved away from them, almost running to the cashier to pay for everything I'd picked up. That bastard, that fucking cuckold, I hate him, but apparently I hate myself even more. Because I looked back, almost imagining myself in his wife's place, which could be me pregnant and buying things for our child.
Oh, and of course, bumping into his mistress.
Because even if I became his wife, my mistress spot would still be open. Toji is the type of man who cheats for the pleasure of cheating, not because he's unhappy in his relationship.
Our eyes met for a few seconds, and he gave a cynical little laugh, sticking his tongue out and making a "V" with his fingers, then licking them. My body trembled from head to toe, and I felt a pang between my legs, remembering one of our nights.
How dare he do that, in front of his wife? Son of a bitch...
I swiped my card and headed towards my car, ignoring any feelings he had caused me ; I would end up crashing the car if I continued to be so angry.
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I was immersed in the bathtub, the water up to my neck with a good amount of calming herbs, drinking a glass of wine and trying to calm my anger from the situation hours ago. Thinking about him still annoys me, the way he thinks he has control over me and that he can treat me like dirt, that he can humiliate me—
Ding-dong!
Who is the wretch bothering someone at 11 pm?!
I get up from the water, wrap myself in a white towel and walk down the hallway, leaving a trail in my wake; I reach the door and open it with an scowl.
— Hi, love.
The extremely strong man was dressed in a black compression shirt, loose white pants, and sneakers; drops of blood on his clothes mixed with the sweat of his body. Oh, of course, his wife didn't know about his dirty work. Hunting curses, people, poor defenseless girls.
Or anything involving enough money to accept. But I, for some reason, knew what he does.
— Love? You bastard!
Rage surged through my body all at once, my cheeks were red, and my anxiety soared just seeing that figure in front of me. I raised my hand and slapped him with all my strength.
— You cheat on your pregnant wife every week, leave her waiting at home while you drink and gamble in the city's bars, and always call me when you want to have sex!
Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes; I wasn't upset about being the mistress. I had gotten used to my humiliating position because his dick fucked me like no other.
— You care about ethics now, for fuck's sake? Don't fuck with me, you never really cared about that, are you a little slut because you're not the one with my child?
— Go fuck yourself! You filthy bastard, I hate you!
I tried to push him back, but he didn't even budge an inch, grabbing my hands and pulling me close, his palm sliding down to my waist and squeezing.
— I know a way to make your anger go away quickly, you know?
I stayed quiet, not knowing what to answer. My shock was so great at his arrogant and presumptuous manner that it made me dizzy, besides his strong perfume and his totally muscular body, he was making me feel all the tension accumulated in his muscles.
— Come on, love... I'm so tired, I need you to relax me in a way that only you know how.
Toji buried his face in my neck, inhaling deeply and exhaling through his mouth, the warm wind washing over my skin. I closed my eyes and almost rolled them back. A shiver ran through my body before I pulled away, looking at the dark-haired man trying to maintain my composure.
— If you want to relieve yourself, hire a prostitute, I'm not your toy.
I slam the door in his face, dropping my towel as I head back to the bathtub.
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And I fall into this web
Of what is its charm
Why does it seem like a game
But you lose
And I never win
~NandaTsunami (rap singer from brazil!!!)
A few days had passed since what had happened; he had called me every day since it happened, but I understand his desperation, I had never denied him in any situation. But I wanted to make him suffer and cry before that happened, and I knew it was only a matter of time before my body gave in to Toji again.
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I hear my cell phone ringing for the second time today, I look at the screen and the name "Toji" shines repeatedly. What a mess, I've been ignoring him for two weeks, has he thought enough yet?
— Hello? Can I help you? — A cynical smile appeared on my face, this was going to make him freak out.
— "Hello"? "Can I help you"? You fucking whore, you've been ignoring me for days, you don't answer me, and every time I go to your house, you're not there. — I noticed the desperate way he spoke, his voice breathless and faltering.
— Well, I decided to give you more time to spend with your wife, not l-
— She died.
— What?
— She died giving birth to Megumi. I was betting at the bar we go to when it happened.
Silence, for a good few seconds I just stayed quiet trying to digest what he had told me.
— I'm going to your house.
I hung up on him, grabbed my car keys and without thinking, left home.
I know I shouldn't do that, that I couldn't get involved anymore with that imbecile who left his own wife dying while he drank and gambled; I should ignore the sad story and let him sink alone, that's what he deserved after so much shit.
But my heart is weak for him, and I will always give in in the end.
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I stopped in front of Toji's house, looked at the door that was already so familiar and that I had stared at so many times. I rang his doorbell and almost instantly, the dark-haired man opened the door. He was completely destroyed, his eyes sunken; hair tangled; pale and thinner face; Toji Fushiguro was almost dead.
I entered without saying anything, holding his hand.
— I left him with a teenager I met, I can't look at his face.
That totally masculine and arrogant figure was finished, he moved even closer to me and buried his face in my shoulder, breathing in my perfume and caressing the back of my neck.
— When did it happen?
— Four days after I left your house. — The information sent a bad feeling through my body; I had left him completely alone all this time.
I knew he didn't love her, no one who loves cheat their wife, but why did he seem so shaken? Of course, guilt coursed through him like oxygen consumes iron. His wife hadn't simply died, he had left her alone while he slept with a prostitute and squandered money on bottomless gambling.
It was the situation that made him so upset.
— My condolences, she seemed like a lovely woman.
— She was, I never deserved to be by her side.
I felt tears running down his face, wetting my skin and my shirt, he sobbed like a child. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me up and placing me on his bed, he hugged me with his whole body, finding comfort in my arms.
I stroked the nape of his neck, running my other hand down his back and placing small kisses on his shoulder.
— I'm here with you, I won't abandon you. — And I wasn't lying; men crying was my weakness, especially him.
After a few minutes, he looked at my face and left a few kisses on my cheek. I felt his warm muscles against my skin, my breath began to falter at the memory of what that body had done to me countless times.
God, would I be such a bitch? Sleeping with the guy who just became a widower...
Yeah, I would be.
I held his neck with the palms of my hands, pulling him against my body in one swift motion and sealing our lips in a deep, needy kiss. It had been so long since I'd slept with him that just imagining it made my body hot and my legs trembled with anticipation.
— Please, Toji, fuck me, — I said in a low voice, whispering in his ear and giving him a hickey on his neck.
I saw his body tremble; he looked at me with that fierce look he always had when we were alone, but, for the first time, I saw Toji hesitate to make a decision.
His dark eyes stared at me with expectation and uncertainty. Was he hesitating? I find it cute, the way that, for the first time, he was putting morality above lust. But his body was as needy as mine.
Toji missed touching someone, specifically my touch, his lover. He wasn't a faithful man, but even so, when he touched my body for the first time, he knew he had fallen into the biggest trap of his life. And even if he wanted to break free from this addiction, he was already dependent.
He stood up in front of me, slowly taking off his shirt.
He was throwing himself to the side. I could see that his body was a little smaller, of course his imposing presence and enormous muscles were still there, he just seemed a little weak. I ran my hands over his sculpted abdomen, slowly scratching the pale skin.
— I missed you so much, my love...
The man began to take off my dress, savoring each piece that was being exposed as if it were a dessert. He ran his fingers over my thighs, hips, stomach until he reached my breasts, massaging them over my bra until he removed it completely.
—I missed your tits...
He took one of them in his mouth, sucking and nibbling my nipple hard, alternating between leaving hickeys around it and mistreating the most sensitive part, eliciting low moans from my mouth.
Toji began to lower his lips, spreading my thighs and taking off my panties with his mouth, holding the fabric between his teeth and pulling it down. He kneels on the bed with it in his mouth, holding it in his hand and tossing it aside. He looks at my intimate, which at that moment must have been dripping with the intense lust I felt for this man.
Damn it, I hate him so much that I have to take it out on him by trapping his face between my thighs.
The dark-haired man lies down again, placing my legs on his shoulders and running his tongue over my entrance, taking the tip of his tongue to my clitoris and massaging it with his mouth. I grab his hair and rub against his mouth, letting out louder moans.
He continues the movements, opening his mouth and taking almost my entire vulva in one quick motion, taking his hand to my entrance and inserting two fingers at once.
Until he stops all that; he was definitely impatient and too horny to just listen to my cries of pleasure without putting his cock inside me.
He starts to take off his pants, revealing his large, thick cock, clearly visible through his black boxer shorts, almost bursting the fabric with the pleasure he was experiencing in that area. Toji ripped off his last piece of clothing and came towards me with his lips slightly parted, pulling my hips towards him and turning my body, forcing me to arch my back.
— Just put it in me... I need it so much—
The bastard thrusts into me all at once, tearing my intimacy from the inside and pushing his head into the lowest part of my uterus. I let out a loud moan and grabbed the sheets in front of me, feeling my insides struggling to expel him, but all he did was squeeze my hips to stay in place.
— I didn't remember your pussy being so tight...
He starts to move even more against me, his hips hitting my ass, which was raised for him, and his hands sink into my skin, leaving the mark of his fingers; I felt his thick, rough member filling my entire inside, his thrusts were so brutal that I felt dizzy from the intensity. I felt a little saliva escaping from the corner of my mouth; I felt like a stupid virgin for being so shaken by just a cock.
I think I kept Toji waiting too long for me; he was starving.
His moans hit my ear; I loved the way he didn't hold back the sounds coming from his mouth, he knew how much I liked that.
The dark-haired man lowered his body further, holding my neck and pressing me even harder against the bed.
— Are you my little slut? Say you're only mine, say only I fuck you the way you like.
— I am! For God's sake, I'm your little slut, I'm yours, I'm anything you want. — I said with a bargained voice, feeling tears streaming down my face because of the accumulated pleasure.
I felt the throbbing between my legs; God, I really needed to come. Instinctively, I threw my body against his, trying to somehow make his member go even deeper, and Toji, realizing my goal, pulled my body against his, pressing my back against his chest, still kneeling on the bed. He put his arm around my neck and bent down, making his cock touch some spot only he knew how to find. I clung to his forearm to release everything I was feeling, digging my nails into his skin and drawing a little blood.
My moans only came out more whiny and pleading, I seemed like a desperate slut for his cock, and that's how I was.
I felt a desperation take over me, my legs trembled and my breathing became increasingly labored, my hands gripped his skin and a heat took over my body.
I threw my head back and rested it on my shoulder, feeling an indescribable pleasure take hold of me. It seemed my dizziness was getting worse, so I put my fingers on the back of his neck and scratched it. I tried to hold on to him so I wouldn't fall off the bed.
I writhed against his thrusts, feeling my insides tighten around him, and he wouldn't stop for anything in the world.
His moans were as we grew taller, he grabbed one of my breasts and buried his head in my shoulder. I felt his dick ejaculate inside me, bringing that feeling of comfort and fullness that only his cum could provide, completely filling my womb. He let out a hoarse sound, full of pleasure, gradually slowing his movements against my hip.
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We hadn't uttered a word since the sex had ended. I was leaning against his chest, making small circles on his skin, totally distracted and intoxicated by the scent of sex in the air.
— Look...if you—
— I don't want to talk about anything, Toji — I interrupted him. That warm atmosphere was too good to be destroyed by our real problems. I just wanted to enjoy it a little longer before discussing anything.
Love? - Geto
Warnings!: sad, geto desperate for love, first person, geto humiliating himself.
> i dont know if i make a pt2 of this...
It was our last day of class at Jujutsu Academy; after that, each of us would go in a completely different direction, or become teammates. I already knew I was leaving Japan and returning to my home country. After all, these years here were nothing more than an exchange program to hone my sorceress skills—that's what I should have kept in mind, until I realized that my friendship with Suguru was much deeper than it should have been. The time we spent together, the way our conversations flowed, his eyes staring at me with that dark immensity, the way his fingers traced my wrist. All of this took my breath away and gave me butterflies in my stomach. Geto knew exactly what to do to unsettle me, even if it was something small as tucking my hair behind my ear.
I had become his safe place. Geto had sunk into a depression after a failed mission, and even though I didn't know the reason at first, I took him in more than anyone else. Gojo didn't notice the change and seemed to be going through his own maturation process. So I started getting even closer to him; and after a while, his distorted ideals of cleanliness came out of his mouth. Exterminating non-magicians was a maniacal idea, and I knew I should stay away. But the hope of bringing back that Geto who played and competed with Satoru was stronger, so my lap became the place where he told me most about his life.
And it was the last day of school. And he was in front of me holding a bouquet.
— I know it's last minute...
The ticket is already bought.
— And that I should have said much sooner what I feel.
The suitcase is already packed, on the bed.
— But I never had the courage to admit it.
My family is already organizing my homecoming party.
— I love you! I love you more than anything else, and I know that this feeling isn't fleeting. — Geto drops the flowers on the ground and approaches me.
Damn, I miss my bedroom so much, all the geek stuff that I have.
— I'd do anything to have you by my side! I'd abandon my ideals and goals if it meant having your warmth nearby. — Geto holds my hands and kneels in front of me.
My life is already decided; the greatest jujutsu family in my country is counting on me to return and continue with our goal.
— You were the light at the end of the tunnel; I don't know what I would be without you. I'm dependent on your presence; I breathe every part of your being to feel less empty, while I don't consume the immensity that is you. — He started to cry, to sob. He seemed truly desperate for that obsessive love. I must have imagined he wouldn't be able to love someone normally.
And damn it, my visa in Japan expired this week.
What should I answer him? That I loved him too? I can't do that. I have a life outside here, and getting tied down by a man isn't something I'd do. But I still can't pretend this feeling doesn't exist.
So what exactly should I do? Feed his illusion for a few more hours before telling him I'm leaving Tokyo tomorrow?
A silence filled the room for a few seconds; I knew I'd regret this later.
I held his hands, lowering myself in front of him and lifting his gaze.
— I love you too, Geto.
The dark-haired man stood up desperately, grabbing my waist and pressing our lips together in an awkward kiss. He wasn't kissing me out of love; he was kissing me as if trying to satisfy his desire, like a desperate animal driven by pure instinct after its food. The problem is, I should have memorized that line from The Little Prince.
"You become forever responsible for what you have tamed."
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I was boarding the plane, more precisely in line to get on, Shoko and my friends were glued to me chatting while I waited for the time to pass, until I heard that the plane was ready to take off.
— We're going to miss you so much!
— Text us, okay? Tell us everything!
— Don't die.
I felt the hugs and the tears at the same time, most of them coming from my face. I've always hated goodbyes, even more so from people I really like, and I knew the chance of seeing any of them again was zero. We were burying our friendship for the sake of my future.
And of course, I was destroyed, even more so for not telling Geto that I was leaving today. I talked to him about my departure, but I decided not to say it would be the day after his declaration, that would make him feel even worse. Maybe he'll start seeing me as a bitch and get over it faster. I wanted to hug and kiss him until I passed out, to somehow take a piece of his soul with me so I could feel him close.
I turn towards the boarding area, looking at them and wiping the tears from my cheek, until I see a desperate figure running and pushing anyone in their path.
My body freezes when I see Geto jumping over the barriers.
He felt safe and took me in his arms. Crushing my torso and burying his face in my neck.
— Please, please, tell me this is a lie, and that you won't leave. — I could feel his voice breaking, starting to cry as his fingers dug into my waist.
— Tell me you won't abandon me, at least tell me when you're coming back! — He grabbed my face, unable to hold back the tears any longer, and that awful feeling overwhelmed my body.
— Geto...I... — My voice was cut off by his kiss, melancholic and frightened, as if he were hoping it wasn't really true. His tongue took my mouth and his hands held my jaw.
— I'm going back to my country. Please, I don't want to make this even harder for both of us. Let's try to move on and pretend this feeling doesn't exist. — I shook off a coldness I didn't even know existed within me, pulling away from the warmth of his arms and trying to walk towards the plane.
—No! I won't accept this, I won't give up on you that easily. — Geto hugs me from behind, forcing me to remain still.
— I'm leaving, Suguru. We can't continue with this, you know it's impossible.
— Let me try, at least, please..." I heard sobs on my shoulder, I look to the side and see Geto crying uncontrollably.
What a pain, seeing him like this, knowing that it's entirely my fault. I should have refused, I should have done anything but listen to what I feel instead of what I think.
— You know it won't work, Suguru, I don't want to hold you back for the rest of your life. I turn to him, placing my hand on his cheek and caressing it.
— Don't you see you've already trapped me? I'm completely chained! I'm yours. — His eyes were shining, his face was red, and I could see small tremors in him.
My thoughts raced through my mind, and a silence filled the room, until it was broken by the loudspeaker's voice; it was the last call.
— I'll never forget you, Suguru. I love you. — I give him a lingering kiss on the lips, which is returned with hunger and sadness.
I turn to the hallway, grab my handbag, and walk away without looking back.
WARNINGS!: NSFW, SMUT, SEX WITHOUT PROTECTION, CUM INSIDE, STALKER(consensual sex)
and sorry for the mistakes! English isn't my first language!!
You recently started college, and the only problem was that a weird guy from Computer Science who wouldn't stop staring at you in the café.
He wore baggy sweatshirts and had shoulder-length hair, deep dark circles under his eyes, and a deathly look on his face, even though he was quite handsome. The way those eyes followed your every step sent a goosebump down your spine; was he some kind of maniac?
While strolling through campus once again, you felt a hand on your shoulder, stopping you.
— You dropped this...
A deep voice sounded in your ear, which made you blush slightly as you turned and realized it was that "weirdo" you'd judged so harshly over the months.
He was handing you his card, the one he'd just used to buy a sandwich and a Coke Zero. You rewarded him with a smile and took the card.
— Thank you! I hadn't even noticed.
For a second your fingers touch, his expression changes from indifference to embarrassment. Was this guy a virgin? It seemed so, getting so nervous just because of a touch. That was actually cuter than it looked.
— My name is Choso, I'm studying Computer Science, and you?
You let a smile escape. Obviously he knew, but if he wanted to play this game, you also knew how to play dumb.
— Y/N! I do...
— I know. — He says with a small smile, as if he'd let slip what was on his mind.
A silence fills the room for a few seconds, until he thinks of a good enough excuse to speak.
— We eat at the same time, and I've seen you leaving your class with your bag and your shirt while talking to some friends who—
— Haha, it's okay! Relax, I didn't find it strange! — Obviously you thought it was strange, but he was quite cute up close, and you'd been celibate for a few days already.
In the end, he finally asked for your number, after stuttering about 10 times? Yes. But at least he managed to ask.
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After a few days of talking, you notice some slightly alarming signs, like him knowing your mother's name, or your birthday. Which he swears you've already mentioned to him at some point in the conversation, but God. After he accidentally lifted his shirt, revealing an extremely defined and beautiful body, you just ignored those things in favor of a nice six-pack.
That weekend he had invited you to dinner at his house, you had gone out a few other times, and Choso finally had the courage to do it.
When the time for the date arrived, you were in front of his door ringing the doorbell, and having a vision of the gods right after.
Her brown hair was loose and swept back, he wore a black t-shirt with some Japanese prints instead of her usual sweatshirt, and baggy jeans. You finally get to see how beautiful her body was without the layers of clothing, in addition to an earring and an eyebrow piercing.
He paused for a few seconds, staring deeply at you and then letting his gaze wander over your curves, which were beautifully accentuated by the tight dress; Choso closed his eyes and inhaled your sweet perfume, almost feeling like he was on cloud nine.
— You look so beautiful... — He said, almost drooling over your body, making room for the rest of the house and consequently the living room.
His apartment wasn't ugly, in fact, it was quite tidy and with expensive architecture. He remembered that he didn't have parents and was the eldest brother, so the fortune probably went to him.
You enter the place, looking to the side and seeing the kitchen with the table set. Two glasses, white plates, forks and cutlery, a flower in the middle and a bottle of wine beside it. This man knows how to please a woman.
Choso extends a bouquet towards you; red and white flowers with some green branches exuded a pleasant scent. Your hands touch his, and for a few seconds he feels shy again; would he never get used to it?
— I never thought you'd be so well-dressed...you look much better without that sweatshirt, you know?
A smile escaped your lips, making the man blush from head to toe and put his hand behind his neck.
— I don't go out much. That's why I don't care about clothes.
He steps back, turning off the main lights and letting the room be illuminated by a more comfortable light, leading you to the dining table and opening the pots beside it. What a dinner, huh...
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Your nails scratch the man's broad, pale back, leaving their red marks all over his skin as Choso relentlessly thrust into you against the kitchen counter. You couldn't explain exactly how it had started; you'd felt an intense attraction after a few sips of wine, and now you were feeling the full length of his dick, which, by the way, was big and almost tore at your intimacy; you needed to wait a few seconds to get used to it before he began with the rough, deep thrusts.
Which was exactly what he was doing now.
Choso held your hips tightly, letting your body lie on the black marble slab, using it as a support to thrust his penis all the way in, eliciting loud and seductive moans from your mouth.
He maintained a steady, desperate rhythm, like a man lost in the desert who had just found a river full of fresh water. His wide eyes stared at her body, trying somehow to mentally photograph the scene:
Your breasts swaying up and down, your slightly open mouth uttering the dirtiest sounds he had ever heard, your cheeks red from the effort ; your skin dripped with sweat from the minutes you held firm without climaxing inside him all at once. The pleasure he transmitted to you was surreal; it seemed he had studied your body and knew exactly the erogenous zones that gave you the most shivers, the obscene phrases with his sweet gaze, the skillful fingers massaging your already sensitive clitoris. Everything was making her lose control and let him ejaculate inside her all at once.
— Please, honey. Let... let me fill you up quickly. — His almost seductive voice whispered in her ear. Choso begged for something simple, but for him, it was the pinnacle of his life: to finally let his semen consume your body and make you his once and for all.
Your head was spinning with the lust you're felting, your hands trying to grip something to avoid falling into the abyss that was that pleasure, your panting breath showed to him the lack of control over the situation, and at that moment, you're was thinking more with the below head.
— Yes! Yes, come inside me, Choso. — You groaned, whimpering from the sensitivity of his intimacy due to the friction between their bodies. The older man's member insisted on completely destroying you; it was so thick and large, making him feel like he was on heaven.
He pressed yours foreheads together and looked into your eyes, making that moment even more intimate between you and him.
Your bodies began to tremble, he didn't stop his thrusts at all and didn't change the rhythm, as he felt his balls heavy with the accumulation of pleasure. Choso thrust a few more times before letting out a loud, hoarse groan, while you felt a heat consume your entire body, your hands trembling from what you felt between the legs, until you threw your head back feeling the climax hit all at once, desperation taking over your being, somehow trying to feel more of that pleasure, pushing yourself against the larger member. He gripped your legs, making his cock go even deeper inside and making you feel all his cum entering your uterus, leaking out of your entrance. Your eyes returned to his direction; Choso was looking at you so lovingly that it made you feel complete.
You remained connected for a few more seconds, just enjoying that good feeling of being in each other's presence, both of you sporting a silly smile at the situation.
— Shall we take a shower, darling? I want to clean your body. — He pulls you close and holds you bridal-style, walking through the house towards the bathroom.
Halfway there, scanning the hallway, you notice a room with a slightly open door. A very dark room, but illuminated by a red light, several photos of you hanging from pins, a board with some information about your life, and some of your belongings. A shiver runs through your body, but you choose to hide it and smile at him, who doesn't even notice your slight distress, leaving you mesmerized for a few seconds by his affectionate expression.
Soo I wanted to ask for a Toji or Sukuna x reader fic, where the reader has a bigger chest and he loves it, I dunno about plot I just had this cool idea, cause these two men seem like the types to love being all up in our personal space giving some sqeezes.
OOOF COUURSE
actually i also agree with that, i didn't made too long (im sorry for it)
It's much shorter than I usually do, I can do a sequel if you want btw
- thought about doing both, like a sukunaxreaderxtoji but I don't know if you like polygamy LOL, so i made only toji
- and sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language :C
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It was already night, you were behind the kitchen counter chopping some vegetables for dinner while the meat roasted in the oven; it was routine to wait for your boyfriend with dinner ready. Even more so because of his unusual job; he always arrived late or very tired.
And you understood that this was one of those cases when the tall figure entered through the front door without telling you his usual "Goodnight." Instead, he approached from behind and rested his face against your neck.
"How was work, honey?"
Your voice echoed through the kitchen, receiving only a murmur from Toji.
"Something happened—"
Your words were interrupted when the man placed both hands on your breasts, which, incidentally, are so large that his hand couldn't cover them.
"Some idiot interfered with my work, took almost all the money that was mine. And even after crushing his head, I couldn't get the damn money back."
His husky, deep voice pressed against your skin, but your mind was so foggy that you couldn't think anything. Your sensitive spots were being massaged with such fervor, with a force that stole a breath from you.
"I wanted to take all his money, this kind of guy piss me too much."
Toji put his face even deeper in the shoulder, squeezing and releasing repeatedly, occasionally moving your breasts side to side.
You finally snapped back to reality; after all, it was common for him: whenever he got annoyed about something, he took it out on your breasts as if they were stress balls.
He turned you towards to him, squeezing yout arms and making a street dog face, almost making you laugh.
The man buried his face between your breasts, remaining there for long seconds before looking into her eyes.
“Can we lie down on the sofa? I want to rest a little…”
A smile escaped of your lips, you nodded and went towards the sofa, lying down and being followed by Toji soon after, feeling his hands take her breasts again, squeezing them while he began to complain for long minutes about how horrible his job was, you had literally become his teddy bear.
Tenho algumas fanfics de jujutsu kaisen feitas, e mesmo que Inglês não seja minha primeira língua, gostaria realmente de postar aqui nessa língua (faço em português tb)
Mas também penso em produzir para outros fandoms (veja as hashtags, mas provavelmente eu esqueci algunsKKKKK, ent pode falar alguma coisa ai)
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Só faço fanfic personagem x reader, não gosto de fazer com oc's
Faço de alguns shipps tb, não todos
Sim, aceito fazer smut, triste, tudo que há e bom e ruim KKKKK
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