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Wesper Fics

This is just a list of all the Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck fics I like on AO3, if you have any recs for me feel free to send me some!

Updated 12/18/23

not the time by faheyslvr

~Jesper meets a washed up ‘runaway’ for the first time, and gets to know him far too well, all too quickly.

Wylan just cares for his safety, and doesn’t hesitate to prove it to him.~

kintsugi (but were they ever really broken?) by fyrnacular

~'That was why the Barrel suited him. Everyone knew well enough to leave the past alone. All they had were the steps left to take, the days left to live, the shots left to fire. You just had to make them worth happening.'~

a mess of stars and scars by TheOriginalHypnokid

~Wylan hated the idea of soulmarks. Jesper loved them.

basically a retelling of soc and ck but with soulmarks because i'm a sucker for a soulmates au. wesper focused~

Two Weeks of Tutoring by Feriku

~Wylan Van Eck signs up as a math tutor for a simple reason: to escape his oppressive home for an extra hour each day. Anything is better than staying there, even dealing with unrequited feelings for a student who hates him.

Jesper Fahey, who would rather have a good time than study, sees no need for a tutor--especially not a rich brat who panics at the slightest hint of flirtation.

But when Jesper reluctantly agrees to endure two weeks of tutoring, neither of them is prepared for how it will change their lives.~

The Face Behind the Phone by Feriku

~When Wylan Van Eck moves ahead to take math and science classes with the grade above him, he immediately catches Jesper's eye. Unfortunately, deep self-esteem and trust issues prevent Wylan from opening up to anyone--at least until he begins an anonymous texting conversation with one of his classmates.~

group projects (and how quickly things change) by people_watching

~How Wylan and Nina became friends, told through an English project and queer bonding.~

i'll tell you the truth (but never goodbye) by glitching_out

~The scene near the end of soc where Jesper thinks Wylan died, except they're already dating. Based on show!wesper (warning: angst)~

out of the forest (into a home) by stillthestars

~The scene near the end of soc where Jesper thinks Wylan died, except they're already dating. Based on show!wesper (warning: angst)~

Hug Your Sunshine by Silverstar1

~It wasn’t a problem, not really, it was just that sometimes, when Jesper looped an arm around his shoulders or Nina tousled his hair as she bustled past, his voice became caught up in his throat and his eyes stung for no apparent reason.~

Or: Wylan and touch starvation.

bang bang by Anonymous

~He watches, confused, struck dumb, as Anika step up close to Wylan. Cutting him off and making him stop. She steps closer, really close, and pulls out her pistol, which is strange. Why would she do that, he thinks? Baffling. Except she does, and just swings her hand up to his forehead and then - ~

Vellgeluck Re-Imagined by Imoisok

~Aka, a rewrite of most of the wesper moments in the last chapter of Six of Crows based on the show!wesper’ pre-established relationship and the fact Jesper already knows Wylan can’t read.~

Ink-Stained Fingers, Wood-Carved Hearts by Mara97

~When Wylan fled for his life, he hadn't expected to end up working in the service of King Nikolai. He especially hadn't expected his partner would be a charming fabrikator that would steal away his heart one conversation at a time. If Wylan only could read his soulmark, he would know if they were destined to grow old together or not.~

What is in a name? by lottielots11

~Basically, just a re-write of the scene in SOC when we first meet Wylan and discover his parentage. Wylan realising he was going to have to come into fairly close contact with his father again and how he might feel about that.~

at the end of the day by dragons658

~In which Matthias is forced to be on a heist, but somehow ends up bonding with Wylan and begrudgingly being friends.~

ís by linchuue

~The night Wylan Van Eck takes his fate into his own hands, he leans into the warm embrace of late night motorcycle rides, the people that have become his family, and the boy he loves.~

Little lamb by AltaVifa

~"I'm more than willing to protect the little lamb if needed." Matthias said and Jesper (despite 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 and 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 to act casual) felt a weird feeling on his stomach, a feeling that he hadn't felt before but 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 didn't like.~

more like you by sunshineriptiee

~Jesper was… confused watching this play out.When they had first all been in the same room, Wylan had seemed terrified of Helvar. Which made sense, he was an intimidating guy! But now, there was an ease in the way Wylan would turn to him, double checking he didn’t get anything wrong when explaining. If Jesper didn’t mistake it, Helvar even smiled.~

A Valentine for Jesper by Feriku

~Behind all his flirtation and jokes, Jesper Fahey secretly worries no one will ever want a serious relationship with him. Meanwhile, Wylan Van Eck struggles to work up the courage to confess his feelings to the older boy.~

Blood, Guts, Angel Cake by hopeisbloody

~Jesper accidentally crashes Jan Van Eck's funeral and meets Wylan, the now insanely rich heir intent on destroying his father's legacy (and company).~

The Difficulty of Telling the Truth by mental_escalation

~One of Wylan´s worst fears comes true: His true identity gets revealed - by Kaz. Everything seems to fall apart after.~

Matilda by BetterNameToCome (SpoonDeficiency)

~Jesper knew Wylan was a private person, but he hadn't realized just how much his boyfriend was hiding until Kaz outs him as the runaway son of one of the most powerful men in the city.~

Misinterpreted reflexes and night time cuddles by crawlingupawall

~Nina notices Wylan flinching whenever her and Jesper touch him. Not wanting to scare him, they decide to completely stop all physical affection without discussing it. Wylan is confused and sad.~

The Start Of Something Bigger by JumpingInMuddyPuddles

~A confrontation gone wrong, Jesper finds himself knee deep in Black-Tip territory, suffering a bullet wound to the side and seperated from Kaz and the rest of his crew. He finds one Wylan Van Eck down a backstreet, a new addition to the Barrel, and a boy who is determined to help him, whether Jesper wants him to, or not.~

The Importance of First Impressions by Wopsidaisy

~Wylan stumbles across a wounded man on his way home from music lessons. His decision to help might change the trajectory of his life.~

he hid around corners (and he hid under beds) by xxartistintrainingxx

~After asking Wylan to move in, Jesper helps him grab things from the tannery. A discovery of unopened letters leads Jesper to question Wylan's past.~

I Hate to Ruin the Good Mood by Theres_Only_Soup

~Wylan gets shot on a job, and the rest of the Crows take care of him.~

Hypocrite by Theres_Only_Soup

~Jesper finds out Wylan's real last name, and the hurt (with comfort) that comes after.~

Bitterness Never Tasted So Sweet by AndSoQuothTheRaven

~Wylan couldn’t breathe. The walls were closing in, and the room was unbearably hot, and he couldn’t breathe. Set immediately after Kaz tells the Crows about the Ice Court Heist~

it was a gunshot, it was prairie fire by garlic09

~When I watched the scene in episode 8 where they’re in the church and the nichevo’ya grabbed Nikolai, I immediately wondered what Jesper would do if it grabbed Wylan, because I’m a sucker for hurt/comfort.~

Not the Plan by bluecacti

~An alternate take on the auction scene, in which Van Eck didn't leave Wylan alone with Anika and Keeg, and instead brought him to the auction himself. Jesper won't leave until he figures out if Wylan is okay, and Van Eck makes his hatred for his son abundantly clear to the entire church.~

Holding on to heartache (wear it like a crown) by exhiled_spirit

~Jesper finds out about Wylan's real identity. Ft. show!wesper~

we were shotgun lovers // I’m a shotgun running away by sunshineriptiee

~Vaguely he was aware of the other three in the room and the way Kaz had just kept on talking like he hadn’t just turned Wylans life upside down. Matthias, Ninas fjerdan, was mentioned, and that caused a stir as well. But Wylan could only focus on the feeling of being watched, of what he was sure was Jespers gaze flicking back and forth to him.~

the handmaid by MaudeAlise

~It’s a relatively straightforward job: Jesper will pretend to be the handmaid to the withdrawn and sheltered Van Eck heir, and convince him to elope with another mercher. That’s all Jesper has to do on his end, and then the Crows will walk away with 45 million kruge. It’s a simple task.~

the mathematics of a beautiful boy by shootingcomet

~Jesper really doesn't like relying on others for help, but a C in maths ensures that he has to spend every Thursday lunchtime until the end of the year inside a stuffy classroom with a maths tutor. It certainly doesn't help that said maths tutor is quite possibly the most beautiful boy he's ever seen.~

A Fateful Boat Ride by Feriku

~Whatever Kaz wanted with Wylan Van Eck was anyone's guess, but Jesper's role in the plan was simple enough. All he had to do was kidnap him on the way to Belendt.~

Forgiveness of Debts by didoandis

~Wylan’s secret is revealed at the worst time, and in the worst way. Everything afterwards happens a little differently.~

i guess i'm a disappointment by heart_that_shines_like_a_hobbits

~Useless.Worthless.Pathetic.The words rang in Wylan’s head as he kept his gaze fixed firmly on the carpet in front of him.~

Ketterdam Waters by DeoPlunk

~Wylan gets pulled back into the canals in the dead of Ketterdams winters and fights for his life as his mind floods with visions of his imprisoned father.~

I'm Ok, We're Ok. by Midnight_w0nder

~Wylan often worries about having to prove himself as a Crow. So when he gets injured, he doesn't tell the crows until the job is done.~

teach me how to love by littlelous

~Wylan struggles with new revelations about his father and stumbles across a group of five people he should most definitely not be associating with. But who's left to tell him off? His father? Wylan's beginning to think he never even cared anyways.~

I will always love you (even if you're a worm) by crawlingupawall

~Jesper knows that the danger of the Barrel can cause people to develop certain reflexes, but Wylan's flinching seems… different.~

In The Stillness of Remembering by Essidera

~Wylan's past followed him around like a shadow, and it was inevitable that one day it would catch up to him. He gets jumped one night on his way back to the Crow Club. Kaz has some thoughts to share about that, and Jesper just wanted to sleep.~

When has submission ever felt like freedom? by AmoureusedeRimbaud

~A Wylan Van Eck/Jesper Fahey ABO arranged marriage fic featuring a touch starved Wylan Van Eck and a very scary Crows pack that really want to give their omega lots of cuddles.~

what is safety in a town like this? by Anonymous

~Wylan is an omega that ends up on the wrong side of town. Jesper is an alpha that finds something worth protecting. What will come of their newfound friendship as Wylan tries to make sense of his new life in the Barrel?~

Inlaid with Stars by Creepypasta_fander

~Wylan Van Eck is turning 21 soon. He's lived in a tower since he was 8 and has never left. He doesn't even know what's outside the forest. Jesper Fahey is a reformed gambler with a cocky attitude but a craving for forgiveness. He wants back in with his friends but several slip-ups have made that pretty much impossible.~

Always Trust Your Doctors (They're Holding All the Cards) by Soliloquy3000

~When Wylan dragged himself out of the shores of Ketterdam, the first thing he did was find a place to hide. While he wandered the streets, he saw a boy bleeding out, with another boy standing over him.Naturally he had to help.But this was Ketterdam, and nothing was done without a price.~

Silver Shackles by adara_writer

~Wesper arranged marriage AU with bad parent Jan Van Eck~

#wesper #fic recs #jesper fahey x wylan van eck

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rsedits9420 · 1 year

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Feelings pt 2

Mark Estapa x Reader

Pt 1

Here’s pt 2!

Mark

*A day later*

Today’s the day of the damn date. She slept at her dorm last night so she could get ready. I don’t know how I’m the only one who can see that he’s not right for her. Many could say hockey players are the ultimate fuck boys but wait until you see Will. At every party, he has 2 girls glued to his side. I’m pretty sure he was doing this when he had a girlfriend too. Strike one. Not loyal. He’s also one of the most self-centered individuals ever. During a press conference, he claimed his team couldn’t have done what they did without him. He’s only a shooting guard who at max scores 8 points a game. I knew guys in high school who dropped more points than that. He doesn't even give his team credit either. Strike 2. He’s self-centered. I bet if I did some digging I would find out more trust me. The fact that pisses me off more is how oblivious y/n is about him and his actions. Has nobody told her about him? If not I plan to. That’s why I’m getting out of bed at 6 am and rushing to the other side of the quad to get to her dorm. She might not love me, but I sure as hell love her. I can’t and won’t see her get hurt. Not when she would never deserve it. Y/n wouldn’t kill a fly. She hates to talk about people behind their backs, and she’s always there to be a friend to anyone. For example, last year when Bords and his girl spilt because of his signing with San Jóse, y/n stayed by his side throughout the whole thing. If there’s one thing she hates and it’s when people are sad. Like she would rather feel all the pain in the world herself than someone else. This is why I’m afraid. What if Will is trying to take advantage of her kindness? She’s too sweet to understand how one could do that, but trust me, I know. High school was a daily battle. All the guys coming up to be asking if they could “tap that after I was done”. I mean what the hell. How could they say that shit about her. She’s so pure and genuine to ever be talked about in that manner. One day I had enough. I socked a kid right in his left eye. Buddy had a mark there for about a month and a half. I’m not a violent guy. Well except for on the ice. One could say I’m easily provoked. I’d have to agree. Even though I do find joy in being the one to provoke the other team, if you talk about her or touch my goalie you're going down. No exceptions.

I arrive at her dorm room and lightly knock on the door. The door opens and I’m met with a half-asleep y/n. “Stops what are you doing here? It’s 7 am.” She yawns out the last part of her statement. “Well I wanted to talk to you, but I knew you don’t function without coffee so here’s this.” I hand her her usual coffee order and she looks up at me in awe. “You know you're the best right?” She asks me. Of course, I know. If there’s anything I can do it’s makes the girl standing in front of me happy. And I plan to do that until the day that I die. She leads me into her dorm and I notice she is alone. �� where’s your roommate y/n/n?” Apparently, her roommate has a “no jock” rule. Like she won’t let y/n have me or the boys over at all. “She’s at her parent's house for like a week.” She plops right onto her bed before she says,” So eStopy what do I owe the pleasure?” Damn here it goes I guess. “Ok, I know you're not going to like this but I have to say it. Don’t go on the date today. Please. He’s not the one for you. I have no clue why nobody has told you but he’s not loyal or selfless like you are. He won’t treat you right. I can’t see you get hurt. It would kill me. So, please. Please. Listen to what I’m telling you. Don’t go.” I say the last part is practically winey and desperate. Her soft gaze looks straight into my eyes. Then she says,” Mark! Wait. Why? How? You can’t keep doing this. You can’t protect me forever. Yes, I’m your best friend but Will won’t change that. And do you even know him? Or are you going based on rumors? Mark, I never thought I would see you stoop this low. Listen I love you, but I’m my own person. You did this in high school. Whenever David asked me out you went and basically beat him up on the ice. I’m going no if and or buts.” Now she’s pissed. “Y/n-“ she cuts me off by saying,” Mark if you can’t stand by MY decision then leave. It’s just one date. You know I’m smart. If I see a red flag, I’ll call it off. Promise.” she sticks out her pinky for me to lock mine with her. She really takes her pinky promise to heart. So I do it. “Ok go. But I swear if he hurts you I’ll hurt him ten times worse.” She rolls her eyes and then leans her head on me. “Thank you for looking out for me tho. You're a great friend.” There’s that word again. Friend. Damn all I want is to be more than that. But I’m being a pussy and can’t admit my feelings. She has no clue and I’d like to keep it that way. Because I can’t lose her.

Y/n

After the stunt, Mark pulled today I’ve been on high alert. He’s never lied to me. He’s also someone I trust my life with. But at the same time, what if he’s wrong? Will could be the best thing to happen to me. That’s why I’m currently sitting in a cafe a couple of blocks away from campus waiting for Will.

Finally, I hear the cafe door open and Will appears. He starts to walk up to me and says,” Hey! So glad you agreed to do this! How’ve you been?” I quickly reply with,” It was great thanks for asking!” Okay so maybe I’m just overthinking it this will be fine.

As I’m walking home from the date I’m ecstatic. It was great. He’s so sweet and kind, I honestly think he might be a long-term type of thing. We talked about our families, school, and so much more. He was so caring too. It felt like he cared about every little thing I said. At the end of the date, we decided to go on an actual date at a fancy restaurant this Friday. And to be honest I’m really excited. We will see how it goes!

*Friday night after their date*

I’m rushing to Mark’s dorm to fill him in on what just happened. Holy shit. I can’t even comprehend what just happened. Will was paying the check when all of a sudden he said,” Listen I know it’s only the second date, but I really like you. Like really. Uh so here it goes. Do you wanna be like my girlfriend?” I was in shock. And I bet my face was as red as a tomato. “Yeah, sure I’d love that.” That was my response. I know. It sucked but to be honest I was incredibly happy, embarrassed, and confused at the same time so cut me some slack. I have no clue how Mark is going to react but I’m hoping for the best.

I lightly knock on his door and stop. “Listen to what I have to tell you!” I can’t hold in the excitement. As I sit down at his desk I start to go over the whole date. I notice a change in his face but I chose to ignore it. Then I say,” he asked me to be his girlfriend! Can you believe it Mark! He wants me!” Mark’s face slowly turns from a smile to a frown. “You ok Stops?” He nods and says,” Yes y/n I’m okay. I’m happy for you.” What the fuck. That was a bullshit answer if I’ve ever heard one. “Mark, no seriously, what's wrong?” I say again in a demanding tone. “ Nothing I’m fine. I just don’t know what to say?” What?!?! What the hell does that mean? “Are you not happy for me?” He then looks at me and plasters a smile to say,” I am y/n. I am.” That’s all it takes. I speed up the conversation trying to get it to end. “Well, I should probably get to bed. Good night Mark.” He responds with a faint goodnight and I leave. The whole way home I’m questioning what his problem was. I honestly thought he’d be happy for me. I’ve been there for him always. And he couldn’t even try to be there for me? Why?

*About two weeks later*

I’ve been hanging out with Will about every day for the past week. The more times I hang out with him the more I start to like him. We are just getting back from our lunch date when we are met with the hockey boys all leaving their dorms. Luke and Mack come to chirp at Will, while I'm looking for him. I spot Ethan First and all I see is a disappointed look on his face while he’s shaking his head. Who knows what that means? I continue to look for him. My eyes search for Mark, but I’m met with him staring straight at his feet trying to ignore the fact I was ever here. We haven’t talked since the day Will and I started dating. It was honestly on both of us. I canceled on Sunday movie night because Will wanted me to watch one of his old high school games. He hasn’t been bothered to call or even text me. It feels like we are drifting. I hate to say it but that’s almost exactly what I believe is happening. He’s my best friend, and also someone I’d never think I would lose. We were each other lifelines. We would be friends till we were old and gray. That’s how this was supposed to work out. Yet look at what happened.

Pt 3

Pt 4

#michigan #michigan hockey #umich boys #umich wolverines #hockey #umich hockey #mark estapa #mark estapa fic #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa blurb

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nuggets-and-french-fries · 4 months

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Hi! Can I ask for an imagine with Taron Egerton where he and the reader meet at an event through a mitual friend and immediately hit it off?

Hi lovely!

I'm sorry that this took me so long to post but I want to thank you for your amazing patience with me. I hope that this imagine was worth the wait. I also want to say that this imagine has not been edited so if you see any mistakes, please forgive me.

Enjoy!

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For being in the public eye so much, you’d think that y/n loved the limelight and the thrill of having people constantly chant her name and demand her attention but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Y/n hated that it was part of the job as she was usually shy, quiet and reserved but since she was the one that chose her profession, she knew that she just had to smile and breathe through it.

Much like y/n, Taron Egerton liked his privacy to an extent and when he was at home in Aberystwyth or in London, he tried to not stick out like a sore thumb and draw attention to himself, though there was always a vain part of him that loved basking in the attention of people, more specifically the women that would swoon over him; hell they’d slip him their number and flirt with him. It made him feel good in a way.

This though wasn’t always the case and Taron had his share of making himself look like an ass by throwing himself at the women he fancied. Most of the time he was drunk and desperate when he did this but there was only one time he threw himself at the opposite sex while sober. That’s how Taron and Emily began but eventually their relationship fizzled, leaving Taron craving the touch of a woman. This time though, he vowed to meet someone the right way. Sure he allowed himself to flirt with them but never to the extent that he used to and the biggest vow he made was that as soon as they told him no, he would listen and not over beg for them to change their minds. No, he was more mature now and knew what he was looking for in his future.

It was the same for y/n. She knew what she wanted and because of that, she wasn’t afraid of telling men no when she felt no connection between them or if he was being too strong in his flirtations etc. After all, she knew that when she did meet the right one, they would click instantaneously and they wouldn’t want to leave each other's side.

So as y/n stood outside enjoying the sparkle and shine of the stars in the night sky, drinking her beer, she wondered why she was even at this party. Sure she enjoyed getting together with Felicity but big events like this that involved a slew of people both famous and non famous, it wasn’t her thing and she’d rather the ground swallowed her whole.

“Do you mind if I join you?” A voice asked, pulling the woman from her thoughts. Immediately she moved over to make more room and smiled at the person.

“I don’t mind at all.” She told them.

“Thanks.” They replied, sitting down and taking a drink of their drink.

“So, what brings you here?” Y/n asked, feeling a little awkward now that she had company but at the same time, she didn’t want to come across as rude or unfriendly.

“Felicity begged me to this event because in her words, I’m sulking way too much.” The person said.

“How do you know Felicity?” Y/n asked, surprised that this person seemed to personally know her friend.

“We went to drama school together. What about you, how do you know Felicity and why are you here?” The person asked, looking at y/n.

“Me, my cousin and Felicity grew up together and the same as you, sulking way too much apparently.” Y/n explained and the person nodded.

“Why are you sulking? You don’t seem like the sulking type.” The person asked. Y/n shrugged.

“I wasn’t aware that I was sulking until Felicity pointed it out. I’m usually quiet so I don’t know why she thought I was miserable.” Y/n answered truthfully.

“I see.” The person replied.

“What about you, why are you sulking?” Y/n questioned with a hint of humor in her tone.

“I broke up with my ex at the start of covid and I’ve been single ever since. Guess Felicity was sick and tired of seeing me with no one, not even a quick fling.” The person answered.

“Wow, not even a one night stand?” She asked, somewhat shocked.

“Nope. I mean maybe at one time I would have done something like that but now, I know what I’m looking for and I suppose I haven’t found it yet.” They said and y/n nodded before taking a drink of beer.

“Well good for you. I think it takes a strong person to admit that. Especially in this day and age.” She said.

“Thanks. I’m Taron by the way.” Taron said, looking at y/n who smiled warmly at him.

“Y/n.” Y/n replied, feeling her cheeks heat up.

“I’m not really wanting to stay at this party. Do you wanna get out of here and maybe get some food?” Taron asked, hopeful. Y/n raised her brows.

“There is food here though.” She said with a hint of cheek in her tone.

“There is, but nothing that I wanna eat. It’s too fancy for my liking.” Taron replied.

“Well when you put it like that, I guess I could eat normal food. What did you have in mind?” Y/n asked, feeling a comforting feeling envelope her body.

“How about pizza.” Taron suggested.

“Ooo I don’t know. Are you a pineapple on pizza person or are you someone that thinks it doesn’t belong?” Y/n said. She was one that loved pineapple on pizza and for her, it was important that whoever she ended up with would agree with her on pizza toppings as it was her favorite kind of junk food.

“I feel like this is a deal breaker.” Taron told her.

“A deal breaker for what though? We haven’t started anything that would cause whatever deal to break.” Y/n replied and Taron had to give it to her, she was good. He hadn’t thought of that and if he was honest, he liked this about her.

“You have me there but for the record, pineapple totally belongs on pizza and olives too.” He said.

“Oooo olives? That’s a bit of a stretch for me.” Y/n said with a straight face.

“Really?” Taron asked, surprised.

“I’m kidding, pineapple and olives are alway my two must-haves on pizza.” She revealed and Taron breathed a sigh of relief.

“Shall we go then?” Taron asked as he stood up, offering his hand to y/n.

“Let’s do this.” She replied.

The pair of them going back inside, bidding their goodbyes to Felicity and heading out for pizza and maybe more…..who really knew where this would lead, hopefully for the rest of Taron and y/n’s lives.

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nightskyfangirl · 6 months

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Two Kids, Two Sides of the Island: Chapter 2

Chapter Summary: JJ was asleep on the beach when a certain Kook tripped over him. Apparently family issues aren't reserved to Pogues.

Characters: Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank

Also on Ao3 with more chapters

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JJ had been asleep for a few hours. The sand was harder than a bed, but it was nice. After surfing for the better part of the day, he had decided against going home. He had everything he needed with him. Water, his surfboard, and the making for a sandwich. On the sand, he felt safer than he ever felt at home. Sleeping on the sand always left him feeling more rested than the sleep he got at Luke’s home. If JJ didn’t passed out from being choked or his head connecting a wall or table a little too hard, he had trouble falling asleep at Luke’s. As much as he hated it, he couldn’t stop himself from being on edge all of the time. Besides, by the time he’d left the house that morning, Luke had already started drinking. The beach was much safer tonight.

He had his surfboard beside him, still tied to his ankle in case someone thought of stealing it. At first, JJ thought someone stealing his surfboard was what had woken him up. Until he realized the culprit had fallen into the sand and hadn’t touched the board.

JJ sat up, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. The moon was full, so he was able to recognize the other boy.

Rafe Cameron just tripped over him.

“Seriously, man? This whole beach and you had to trip over me?” JJ asked, sitting up.

“Just go back to sleep. I’m not sticking around.” Rafe’s voice didn’t sound as clear as usual. He sounded almost nasally and choked up.

“What’re you doing out here?” JJ asked, before Rafe could stand up.

“I could ask you the same.”

“Avoiding my Dad,” JJ said, deadpan. “Your turn, kook.”

Usually, JJ would say Kook like it was a curse, but this time it had no heat behind it. He wasn’t really sure why he told Rafe the truth, probably because he was still half asleep, but he felt like it was the right move. Besides, the Maybank situation was common knowledge.

The information seemed to make some of the tension leave Rafe.

“Yeah, I guess I’m about the same,” Rafe said, barely louder than a whisper. Rafe rubbed the back of his hand under his nose.

They didn’t say anything for a few minutes, just watched the water come closer to them, before drifting back out. The waves with the moonlight and the wet sand looked peaceful, but a look at Rafe told JJ that nothing peaceful was going on in his head. His eyes were open, but he wasn’t watching the water. He was in his head, watching something that JJ wasn’t present for.

Eventually, Rafe spoke up again as if they’d never stopped talking.

“He kicked me out again,” Rafe said in a voice so low that JJ barely heard him. Rafe didn’t look at him, keeping his eyes focused on the water. Every muscle looked tense, and his eyes were reflecting the little bit of light around them.

JJ turned to look at Rafe so that Rafe knew he was listening, but he didn’t feel like he should interrupt.

Rafe wiped the back of his forearm on his eye. “I don’t think he wants me around. I made a mistake but every time I make a mistake it is somehow so much worse to him than when Sarah does it. Last week she stole his car and all he wanted was the keys back. He didn’t even yell at her.”

JJ nodded like he knew what Rafe was talking about, but JJ hadn’t ever met Rafe’s dad and he hadn’t spent any time with Sarah. But he knew enough about the Island’s most loved family to understand what Rafe was talking about.

“And before that,” Rafe continued, ignoring JJ, “Dad was called by our school because she was caught buying weed from another kid. He paid the principal off with a donation and they didn’t even call the cops. He gave her some speech about the danger of drugs. If I’d done that…”

Rafe shook his head, not finishing the thought. JJ was able to put the pieces together.

“It was a beer,” Rafe said, shoulders sinking as if the sentence had taken all of the air out him.

JJ frowned. A beer? Sure, they were only fifteen and couldn’t legally drink for another six years, but a beer wasn’t worth kicking a kid out for. Then again, JJ didn’t really have many role models to draw from except Big John and Big John had been sharing sips of beer with John B for as long as JJ had known him.

“I’m never gonna be good enough for him,” Rafe said, monotone. He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes.

JJ looked away and shrugged. Kie, Pope, or even John B would know the right thing to say, but they all had families. Instead, JJ leaned back into the sand. Little pieces bit into his elbow, but he ignored it. This was a language he spoke. He didn’t have a family to keep an eye out for him, make sure he did his homework, and put dinner on the table. He didn’t even have a family that worried about when he spent the night out on the sand. So, a dad that would never be proud of him? Yeah, he knew what that was like.

“So what, man?” JJ asked. He didn’t have to be looking squarely at Rafe to see the other boy look up in confusion. The move was sharp enough that JJ saw it clearly out the corner of his eye. “We’re only three years away. In three years, we’re eighteen. Then it doesn’t matter what they think. Your dad kicks you out then, you just don’t go back.”

Rafe shook his head, smiling with no humor. “I can’t do that. I’m not like you.”

JJ didn’t have to ask him for clarification. He knew what Rafe meant. Rafe had things to lose. Money, connections, reputation. Things that JJ wouldn’t ever understand.

“Yeah, I guess you’re not.”

“But if I was,” Rafe started, “I would leave. I would go somewhere else with a coast, another city. A place where I could start my own name.”

JJ looked over at him in surprise. He and John B had a game where they came up with all of the things they would do and buy if they were Kooks, but JJ hadn’t ever imagined it from the other side. What would a Kook do if they were suddenly a Pogue?

JJ sat up again so he could see Rafe easier.

“But there would be requirements. I would need money, right? I would probably start a business like a mechanic shop.”

JJ snorted. A kook mechanic. JJ knew they existed, but not down on the Cut where JJ knew most of the mechanics. Even Rafe cracked a small smile at the thought of this fantasy. Then some thought that JJ couldn’t hear crossed Rafe’s mind and his smile fell, his eyes darkening.

“But somewhere that didn’t remind me of him. Somewhere I didn’t have to look over my shoulder.”

JJ nodded. “Mexico.”

Rafe looked over at him.

JJ didn’t mean to reveal his location to Rafe, but he didn’t care much. This moment, this tense friendship would be gone by the time the sun came up and they remembered they weren’t only not friends, they were absolute enemies. But for now, JJ felt he could trust Rafe with this. And somehow, he knew that even after the sun came up and this temporary alliance disappeared, Rafe wouldn’t use this against him.

“I’ve always planned on going to Yucatan. My dad wouldn’t follow me there, and your dad probably wouldn’t follow you either,” JJ said, glancing at Rafe.

Rafe nodded slightly, gears turning in his head. “Maybe so. I’d be shitty mechanic though.”

JJ laughed. “Yeah, you would. Do you even know how to change your car’s oil?”

Rafe frowned. “Nah, I just pay someone.”

“You better learn, kook. Soon other people may be paying you.”

Rafe smiled, a genuine smile. “Maybe so.”

#Outer banks #Rafe Cameron #jj maybank #obx fanfiction #fan fiction

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feralwaff1e · 1 year

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TMA PMATGA AU CROSS OVER FICLET IM GIVING NO CONTEXT FOR.

You read the title have this ficlet that only I’ll enjoy Lmfaooo. No grammar checks or nothing.

Betrayus only kept his eye on the paper in front of him. He hated this, all of this, to be some kind of ‘archivist’. It was all bullshit and Elias knew it, the bastard sitting in his office above him.

Betrayus just pinched his nose and breathed out. There was no use in being angry right now, he had a job to do. One last statement to be taken today and he could finally go back to his dingy apartment. So the quicker he could get this over with the better. So with little hesitancy he pressed the button on the comm.

“Buttler? Can you send in the last person of the day.”

There wasn’t a reply, but soon enough someone stepped through the office door. Betrayus couldn’t help but stare at the man. He had to practically suck under the door as not to hit the frame. So Betrayus eyed him curiosity as he sat down. The hood on his track suit covering his face.

“So you’re the head archivist then?” His voice sounded somewhat familiar and grated, but Betrayus shrugged it off.

“Yes.” The more Betrayus looked over the man in front of him, the more he felt uncomfortable. Something was wrong with him. Betrayus didn’t know what and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to figure it out, “What brings you in today Mr..?”

“S.” Was the curt response and even though the jacket covered his face, Betrayus could as if he was smirking under it, “And I’ve come to give my statement. Why else would I be here?”

Betrayus only shrugged in agreement. Why did anyone come to the institute? Still though, Betrayus could appreciate the bluntness. So he took out the tape recorder from his desk.

“Alright, well then Mr.S” Betrayus pressed the play button, “Statement of Mr. S taking directly from subject as of February 24th of 2023 regarding…”

“The death of my brother and the consequences of it.” Mr S finished

Betrayus nodded his head, “Statement begins.”

“As a child I had a little brother. Loved him with all my heart you know? What sibling doesn’t love one another? Sure he was a little out of the ordinary, white skin instead of our dads olive green skin or our mom’s tan skin. Though… Let’s call him Bertram, Bertram made it work. He was proud of his skin, I made sure of that.

Though most of it changed when our mom and dad got divorced. Nasty things for children to go through don’t you think?”

“Yes, my parents were divorced when I was a child.”

“You don’t say? Anyhow, our lives made it a living hell you know? Mom working late shifts to support us. What I hated though more than anything was how she treated my brother. Bertram looked a lot like our dad you see? Mom wasn’t too keen on him after the divorce because of that. Never mind my green skin, apparently that didn’t matter. Just mattered that Bertram looked like a white version of our dad.

Not going to lie, I resented her for that. I started to take care of my brother more then her. It was us against the world. I wouldn’t let anything touch him. I couldn't because he just meant so much to me. It’s funny really, you look like what I imagine him to look like at this age.”

“Let’s stay on track with the statement please.”

“Of course, sorry about that.

Anyway, one day he had this nasty fever. I begged our mom to take him to the hospital. That this wasn’t him just faking being sick, he was sick. I don’t know the cause of death, our mom never told me, but when I came home from school Bertram wasn’t there and neither was our mom.

I was worried sick until she came home that night. Even more so when she returned alone. She sat me down on our dingy dining room table and told me Bertram had passed away. I didn’t believe her at first, I yelled and cussed and it had gotten to a point where I had thrown glass at her. It was the last straw for me, I ran out that door and right into the arms of something more accepting.

There was a library by our house, and I was just angry. I didn’t think at that moment I just did, I don’t know why I broke in, I just did. It must have been teenage hormones or something. There wasn’t a rhyme or reason, just anger. So I broke into the library, and walked around. I don’t think I was going to take anything? But then it caught my eye. ‘The Bone Turners Tale’ a thick black book. It was like something had compelled me and I picked up the book and read it.

Funny enough, it was a book on the perspective on a bone smith following the pilgrims in the Canterbury tales. It was on page 16 that the book truly changed my life ‘and from his rib a flute to play that merry tune of marrow took.” It had said as the bone smith killed the millers and I learned so much from that book.”

“….Like what?”

“Like how I made our mom pay for what she did to my brother. How to listen to the sweet song that is flesh and bone, along with how to play my own tune.

I came home that night, mom waiting with tears down her face but I didn’t care. I struck her down and played that song of flesh and bone. She had always wanted to be taller you know? So I dig my hand into her legs and stretched them, and then I made her face as ugly as her personality was.”

“Why are you making this statement?”

“You didn’t let me finish archivist. After that I roamed a little, did some side jobs like disposing of the bodies the pacmafia accumulated until I caught the eye of your boss-“

Betrayus turned the recorder off, ignoring the fact his hand had fought him on it, “That’s it, the statement is over, I want you out.”

What Betrayus hadn’t expected was ‘Mr.S’ to stand up to full size and make his way over the table, “No, I don’t think so Betrayus.” He grabbed Betrayus by his arms and easily pinned his to the wall, “Elias had promised me something Betrayus and I am going to take it.”

“And what would that be?” Betrayus snarled at the man holding him, only to falter when ‘Mr.S’ took off his hoodie.

“My brother,” This Stratos look a like said, a sick yet warm smile on his face, “Oh, Tray-tray I’ve missed you so much.”

Betrayus was shaking now, “I’m not your brother,” he said barely above a whisper, “Elias can’t bring people back from the dead Stratos.”

“No,” Stratos agreed, more chirpy than Betrayus would have liked, “But he can certainly find me a copy of him.”

Betrayus held his breath as this Stratos pulled him into a bone crushing hug. Now being able to feel under the track suit how wrong this Stratos felt. How everything was pulled together and bunched like a child’s art project.

“And I’m going to let this copy of my brother go.”

#pmatga #Betrayus #Stratos spheros #tma #Magnus archives #body horror #crack au #pure fucking crack

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telltalebatman · 9 months

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post the frankie size queen essay

in form of a ficlet as im wating for my food delivery. nsfw btw

"So," Angelo asked her one day. "Mac Gargan, huh?"

"Ugh, don't start this again," she sighed as he laughed. "I've told you already. I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know he's coming to our wedding-"

"Franks, I couldn't be any less mad about not getting married to a girl if I tried. All things considered, it is a miracle it took pops this long to figure out I'm gay, and I never liked lavender to begin with. Nice touch with having lavender in your wedding bouquet, by the way," he added with a grin as she laughed. "Subtle."

"Yeah, I thought you'd like that," she said with a giggle. "I just saw they had this option and went - holy shit, Angel Boy's gonna love it."

"Well, I did love it. Buuuuuut... I didn't get you here just to reminisce about our failed wedding. Come on, Franks. I need to know - why him?" he asked finally, his dark eyes glimmering with curiosity; and Frankie bit her lip.

"Well, he does make me feel safe," she said slowly, wincing slightly as the irony of a guy who once kidnapped her making her feel safe was not entirely lost on her. "He's patient. Like, really patient."

"Uh-uh," Angelo said, rolling his eyes. "Fucking boooriiiiingggggg. I want to know the juicy stuff. Come on. How's your sex life?" he asked in his worst Tommy Wiseau voice; and Frankie groaned. Rationally, she knew this question was coming; and it wasn't the question she was dreading - it was the answer.

"I had never been fucked better in my entire life," she said with a deep sigh. "You know that club bouncer guy I told you about, the one that looks like Don Costa? He has a huge schlong, but can't use it. And Mackie... Holy shit, Angel Boy. Now I know what the Muppet puppets would feel if they ever came alive and felt the hand inside of them."

"Ew," Angelo said with a wide grin. "Gross. Keep going though."

"The first time he put it in I thought he's gonna poke my eye out from within," she continued, her cheeks flushing slightly as she thought back to their first time. "It felt so fucking good. I had never realized how much empty space I have inside of me until he fucked me. It was fucking unreal."

"Jesus, is that why you went radio silent for a week? Because he fucked you so good you forgot how to speak?"

"I didn't just forget how to speak, I forgot where I live," she said with a pained sigh as Angelo laughed. "And I thought to myself - great! Now that I've fucked him, he's out of my system. I can move on with my life now. But then I hooked up with another guy, and... It was just not the same. Nobody could fill me like he did. And it wasn't even a metaphorical, emotional void or anything. No, I mean it in the most literal, physical sense. He filled me up, alllllll the way. I then tried to, you know, get a dildo, but... Eh. It's just not the same, you know?"

"Yeah, I get that. An artificial dick up your ass is just not the same as the real thing," he said, nodding sagely. "Been there. Done that. Disinfected that afterwards."

"Yeah, I sure hope you disinfect your dildos. But anyway, that's how I figured out I'm physically incompatible with anyone whose dick I can wrap my fingers around. If it doesn't make me feel like I'm about to have to go to the ER, I don't want it. Apparently whenever we fuck, I look like I'm having a stroke and a heart attack at the same time, but he kinda likes it. He says it's hot when I can't even talk properly and he can really feel me."

"God, I am so glad we didn't end up married, our sex life would be so fucking bad for both of us. Me, I just can't top. You... Ugh, I can't even say it."

"Don't say it then. Just know that I do not think about you when I'm riding that Burj Khalifa of dicks. All I think about is how good it feels to my esophagus."

"Yeah, okay, Miss Piggy. What I hate the most about this conversation is that it's the same exact for me. And I love being a Muppet. I just wish dicks had fingers, you know? So they could wiggle them inside of me. That, I think, would ruin me completely."

"Oh god," Frankie breathed out, biting her bottom lip. "That would fucking rule. And also result in my eyeballs falling out for real, I'm pretty sure."

"Can the two of you shut the fuck up for five fucking minutes?" Mac asked tiredly from another room; Frankie and Angelo laughed in unison. They were having their weird little conversation in the living room of an apartment Frankie was renting together with Mac - who was trying to take a nap in the other room. Clearly that was not working out, and she hoped he had heard every single word. Because that'd mean a oh so you like it big, huh? kind of sex later on - and the only thing she liked more than his massive dick was when he made fun of her for not being able to string together a simple coherent sentence as he fucked her. "Please. Jesus."

"We'll be quiet now," Frankie said, kicking Angelo under the table. "Right, Angel Boy?"

"Yeah, as quiet as she gets when your dick pierces her intestines," Angelo replied in a sing-song voice; Mac groaned. Frankie laughed. For just a single afternoon, all was right in the world; and when the night fell, once again she forgot her own name.

ohmygodohmygodohgodohgodohgod

"You like it big, huh?" he said as she gasped loudly and grabbed the sheets as she tried to spread her legs even further. "Aww, look at yourself. Can't even talk," he added mockingly as she moaned and arched her back. "Hold still," he added, grabbing her by her waist as he fucked her. "Tell me how much you like it, or I'll stop."

"No," she moaned out, her thought slowing down to a crawl. "Pl... Please... Oh, god..."

In return, he only laughed; and she could feel his laughter, deep inside of herself. His every word, every chuckle echoed through herself; and she

fucking

loved it.

ohgodohgodohgodohgodIMCUMMING

"I barely even moved," he said mockingly as her eyes rolled back and barely any sound got out of her wide open mouth. "Aww, you're so precious. You don't even need friction, you just need to be filled up," he added; and she didn't protest. She didn't argue. Truth be told, she wasn't even sure what exactly was he saying in the first place; all that mattered were his hands around her waist, and his cock inside of her, and his beautiful body towering over her.

holy fucking shit.

he should fist me one day

#4.txt #sorcione #good for her honestly

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butterflydm · 2 years

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wot reread: lord of chaos (chap 16-chap 31)

spoilers for lord of chaos

1. Rand considers telling the Maidens about Alanna forcibly-bonding him but decides against it because they would probably take things Too Far. He’s lounging on the Dragon Throne and notes that it’s actually quite uncomfortable. Rand’s titles: “My Lord Dragon. Lord of the Morning, Prince of the Dawn, True Defender of the Light, before whom the world kneels in awe.” I note a theme. Anyway, Rand is finally meeting with the four previously Morgase-loyal ladies and lords of Andor.

2. Aw, Rand remembers some of Moiraine’s advice. This bit is about making an impressive first impression. “You can step down from a throne, and even if you behave like a farmer in the pigsty, some part in each of them will remember that you did descend from a throne. But if they see only a young man first, a country man, they will resent him stepping up to his throne later, whatever his right, whatever his power”.

3. More advice from Moiraine: “Never be hostile unless you must, but above all never be overly friendly. Never be eager.” Rand also makes certain to subtly remind them of his power (and Power) and influence. The other three say that House Trakand has had its time and gone, with Morgase’s betrayal of them, and support Dyelin, but Dyelin says that she supports Elayne. The care in which Rand is attempting to balance duty and his affection for Elayne here is so sweet.

4. lol, and Rand finally tries to work out everything regarding his family, figures out the Tigraine and Damodred connection. We find out here that Galad is his brother, but the information that he has a living brother out there had zero impact on Rand and doesn’t feel any desire to seek him out, which makes me sad. He also thinks about how he’s only willing to trust three women ‘touched by the Tower’ -- Elayne, Nynaeve, and Egwene. “he hoped he could trust them. if only just a little”.

5. Sammael has sent an emissary, who brings a message in a voice not his own: “we will stand on different sides, you and I, come the day of the Great Lord’s Return, but why should we kill each other now and leave Demandred and Graendal to contest for the world over our bones?” Rand recognizes the voice as Sammael’s. He proposes a truce between him and Rand until the Day of The Return. Rand trusts this not at all. Rand turning down the offer causes the man to painfully die. “no truce with the Forsaken. No truce with the Shadow.”

6. “Wanting Aviendha and Elayne, when he knew he could have neither. You’re worse than Mat ever thought of being. Even Mat had the sense to stay away from a woman if he thought he would harm her.” Notable for being a thought about Aviendha and Elayne without Min awkwardly being jammed in at the end!

7. Rand goes to Cairhien, with the intent to talk to Egwene, and hoping that he can trust her. LOVE that Rand has Traveling rooms, places specifically set aside for him to safely go without worrying he might accidentally hurt someone. LTT is talking to Rand A LOT these days, but Rand actually does control his temper most of the time still.

8. He goes to catch up with Berelain and Rhuarc, who were left in charge of Cairhien to watch over it (mostly because he trusts them not to try to seize the Sun Throne, I assume). Rand is also way more attracted to Berelain now than he was the last time he saw her in TSR, for whatever reason. I think it’s mostly due to Jordan making everyone more horny in the later books, but there it is. We are reminded that All Women Hate Berelain, because apparently, we must. Berelain is actually a Legit Good Ruler and I want more of this Berelain, please. She’s clever and wise and honestly kinda adorable.

9. Anyway, Rand asks after Egwene’s health and is told that she is doing better. Also, Rand, a man who literally just thought about how he wanted both Elayne and Aviendha: “gosh it’s so odd that the Aiel can marry multiple women; who would ever do that?” I will flick you in the nose, young man.

10. In sadder news, Rand passes a death sentence on a man he genuinely liked, because Mangin killed a Cairhienin for the crime of getting a Dragon tattoo, and Rand said that murderers would be hanged. He firmly tells Berelain and Rhuarc that they need to follow the law themselves and not wait for him to pass sentence for crimes where the punishment has already been written out. But Rand is determined not to play favorites with the laws that he’s made.

11. Rand goes to visit the school that he has set up in Cairhien! Excited! Also, side note, Rand is now guarded by equal shares of Maidens and one of the other societies (which society shares the guarding changes). The school occupied a former palace of Barthanes a mile away from the Sun Palace. It’s less of a school and more of a research center for technological innovation and I’m so thrilled that Rand created it. <3 <3 <3 This is why Rand is Best Boy. <3 Yes, I know five minutes ago he was not Best Boy. He contains multitudes. Literally, sometimes. He’s started one in Tear already as well, and is scouting out locations in Caemlyn. Because if he breaks the world again, he doesn’t want the Fourth Age to lose all the knowledge of the Third Age, like happened when LTT broke the world.

12. Anyway, now he basically gets to enjoy a science fair that has been arranged for him personally and I am THRILLED about every moment of it. Does not last long enough, would have been willing to read several chapters of it. They’re creating better paper, a better printing press, a six-furrows plow, a horse-driven scythe, a new kind of loom, designs for new roads and viaducts to carry water for Cairhien, a rudimentary idea for a telescope, someone wants to figure out how to build airplanes and has worked out how birds glide, and something that is probably supposed to eventually be a steam engine. Rand doesn’t understand most of it but wants to encourage it all.

13. He goes to visit a man from Andor named Herid Fel, who spends most of his time in the Royal Library. Honestly, Rand’s ‘Dragon Scepter’ cracks me up every time that it gets mentioned. Cannot take it seriously. It’s literally just a random spear from Seanchan. Anyway, back to Herid. He likes Herid because Herid seems to forget he’s the Dragon Reborn. He asks Herid if he knows of any way to break the Bond between Warder and Aes Sedai, but he does not. Rand asks about his previous question, about the Last Battle. Herid makes the point that because time is a wheel, then the Dark One’s prison must be whole when it comes time for it to be broken into again, not just patched. Rand asks about the idea of breaking the seals that LTT keeps bringing up, and Herid says he thinks it’s a bad idea.

14. Over to Egwene’s PoV. She notes that there appear to be a LOT of Maidens around the Sun Palace and they are acting sneaky. Egwene also feels hurt that when she saw Aviendha come back to Cairhien, she just gave Egwene a cool nod and then immediately went into a private conference with Amys, Bair, and Melaine. “She truly did not like lying to any of the Wise Ones” *looks back on Egwene’s ENTIRE HISTORY with the Wise Ones* Um, okay, Egwene.

15. Egwene doesn’t understand and finds it annoying that the Wise Ones actually like Berelain. Proper, wetlander women all hate Berelain, after all. Anyway, good for the Wise Ones. “they treated her as a woman of sense and respect” because she deserves it. They care more about her actions as a ruler than they do about the clothes that she wears, Egwene. Aw, Amys and Sorilea “smile on [Berelain] like a favorite daughter”. This is the Berelain dynamic that I enjoy: Berelain and the Aiel. note: “Aiel men and women shared the same sweat tents” - I think we only get to see Wise Ones sweat tent scenes, but they are canonically not restricted in general.

16. Egwene gets to wait for Rand in his room. I hope he actually gets a head’s up from someone before he walks in on her. The gai’shain dealing with Rand’s bedchamber in Cairhien is Niella, Aviendha’s first-sister. Hmm, she was also dealing with his bedchamber the last time it was mentioned. I wonder if that was a purposeful assignment all along. She is about six or seven years older than Aviendha and is halfway through her time as gai’shain. Egwene still has zero clue that there is any romance between Rand and Aviendha, let alone that they had sex.

17. Egwene tries to use her connection with Elayne as a way to bribe Rand into helping her with the Wise Ones. She asks that he convince Amys to let her return to lessons. He asks her if she will tell him where Elayne is. She tells him that it’s not her secret to tell. He asks her again, lets her know that he needs Elayne to take the Lion Throne and Sun Throne both. Egwene embraces saidar in order to resist the urge to tell him (and, of course, he can sense that she embraced saidar and assumes this means that she’s afraid that he’ll hurt her).

18. “Rand, I am sorry I can’t help you, but I cannot. Even so, I ask you again to help me, You know it would be helping yourself.” Rand responds with a quip about ‘a cat for a hat, or a hat for a cat’ and Egwene knows the rest of the phrase is ‘but nothing for nothing’. Basically, if she isn’t willing to give him anything that he wants, he isn’t willing to give her what she wants. She does think that she wants to tell Elayne about how Rand had sounded when he said that he needed her. “No man could say he needed you that way unless he loved you.”

19. This is so sad but honestly a very believable misunderstanding, again because it is about two people’s PoVs clashing and doesn’t get boiled down to Women And Men Just Can’t Understand Each Other. It’s very specifically about RAND and EGWENE not understanding each other. She thinks that keeping secrets from him is the best way to help him and he views keeping secrets from him as proof that she is fully Aes Sedai and not at all on his side. “Whatever clothes she wore, she wanted to be Aes Sedai, and she would keep Aes Sedai secrets even after he made it clear that he needed Elayne to insure peace in two nations. He had to think of her as Aes Sedai. It was saddening.”

20. Ah, the Maidens are trying to Be Subtle about keeping a constant guard on Rand. I love them so much in these moments.

21. Rand is dreaming LTT’s dreams -- the fall of the Age of Legends and the moment when Ilyena realized that he was going to kill her. Not a pleasant night of sleep! It’s the first time that he can remember dreaming LTT’s dreams instead of his own, which definitely disturbs him! It scares him so much that he doesn’t dare go back to sleep, clutching saidin close to him all night. He notes that Aviendha didn’t spent tonight sleeping in his room like she normally insists on doing. (hmm, she didn’t really acknowledge Egwene either last chapter; what’s going on with Aviendha?) He also doesn’t eat. So, you know, no food and almost no sleep is absolutely going to have a negative affect on your mental state even before any trauma or external ‘taint’ from the literal Dark One is brought into the picture.

22. Again, Rand randomly thinks about how hot Berelain is. ??? He was not like this about her in TSR. Also, we have absolutely now reached the point in the books in which I am not going to be able to remember any of these random nobles that Rand is dealing with. Too names and brief descriptions for me to try to hold in my head, sorry! Rand is surprised that “even the men” are looking at Berelain with “more than lechery”. Seriously, where is this coming from? Also, she runs the country for you, Rand. Of course the lords and ladies are taking her seriously?? They literally have to, since lords and ladies can now be charged for the same crimes that previously only ‘peasants’ could be held accountable for.

23. Rand really is getting very paranoid -- he assumes that Melanie (who is still relatively newly wed to Bael) is eager to see Bael in order to counterbalance Rand’s influence on Bael rather than because she, you know, wants to see her husband. In... more paranoia news? Even though Rand is definitely getting more and more suspicious, he’s also doing things like lowering the number of guards he has and allowing people he doesn’t trust to do things in his name (Taim). Which seems... ah, concerning? Rand, you aren’t you when you’re hungry. Please eat something at some point in this PoV. I’m worried about you. He also still desperately wishes he could get Alanna (and now that he’s closer, he knows that she’s been weeping while he was gone) out of his head.

24. We also get the note from Mat that he isn’t sure if multiple spouses is a dream or a nightmare (via Rand remembering it). Seriously, with all the Opinions that Mat had about polyamory, it really is a shame he didn’t have to deal with it in the narrative on a personal level.

25. Wow, Aviendha does a major Aes Sedai Lie to Rand here. He asks her if Amys and the others told her where Elayne is; Aviendha says that the Wise Ones do not know. But Aviendha DOES know; Egwene told her about Salidar at the end of TFoH. Big Aes Sedai Lie/evasion of the truth going on. Egwene did make her promise not to tell, so I’m not holding it against her. Just... noting it.

26. Aviendha DOES tell him about the dreams that the Wise Ones have had about him: him on a boat, with three women (unknown who) and a scale tilting in either direction. A man standing by his side with a dagger to his throat but he does not see. Him cutting the wetlands in two with a sword. Rand thinks he understands the last two but I, as a rereader, know that he is wrong about his interpretations. *sigh* The Wise Ones also dreamed about the Bowl of the Winds. “The key to finding the bowl is to find the one who is no longer”.

27. AVIENDHA POV! It’s happening! Ah, she feels shame because Lanfear knew about her sleeping with Rand, which magnifies her toh towards Elayne for doing it at all. Even being around Rand is a constant torment of shame. “I have toh” is the first set of handtalk that any Maiden learns. She thinks that killing Rand would meet one of her toh and killing herself the other, but to do either would prevent her from meeting the other one. Short PoV but fascinating. Putting your “soul in a wreath for a man” is the one of the greatest insults among the Maidens.

28. Three Ogier have come to the palace to speak with Rand. Loial’s mom (with one of the elders and with the Ogier woman that Loial thought was pretty back in Stedding Tsofu) have come to demand that Loial be handed over so that he can be ‘properly married’ off to Erith. Rand doesn’t want to tell them where Loial is at first, as Loial wanted to adventure and not get tied down in a marriage, but then he’s reminded that Ogier feel the Longing and die if they are away from the Stedding too long, so he tells them that Loial is in the Two Rivers. Rand asks them to tell him where all the Waygates are located so that they may be guarded, as Shadowspawn are using them to move quickly across the continent. Of particular interest to Rand is finding out there’s a Waygate in Shadar Logoth.

29. Rand heads to Shadar Logoth with the Ogier and his Aiel guards -- and Sulin, in order to round up the Maidens quickly, uses handtalk to make three gai’shain use haste, which definitely incurred her toh, which she states she will deal with after Rand is safe for today. Rand has a full two-way conversation with LTT about how Shadar Logoth scares both of them. LTT says he wants to kill Damendred; that he remembers killing Ishamael; that Lanfear did deserve her death but that he’s glad he’s not the one who did it, and that he himself deserves death but he doesn’t want to die in Shadar Logoth.

30. Rand thinks: “Here Mat had begun a road that took him to the Horn of Valere, that almost killed him on the way, maybe the road that had taken him to Rhuidean and the ter’angreal that he did not want to talk about. Here Perrin had disappeared when they were all forced to flee in the night, and when Rand finally saw him again, far from here, he had golden eyes and a sad look and secrets that Moiraine had never shared with Rand.” And he thinks about Fain’s connection to this place, Fain who wants Rand dead and who threatened the Two Rivers.

31. Rand weaves a trap around the Waygate using saidin, a nasty trap and inverts the weave so that even male Forsaken will not be able to sense the trap. Then he notices that someone is missing (it is Liah). The ward will kill Shadowspawn but humans can pass through untouched. Rand notes that his anger sometimes feels like it might be able to overpower the Void. As night comes close to falling, they have to give up the search for Liah. Despite Rand not realizing how upset he is over Liah being missing, the Ogier and Maidens are essentially treating him like he’s made of glass right now. tbh, I think a lot of this stuff would work for me if it were Maiden-specific, about being this connection to the mother that he never knew, rather than being Protect The Womens.

32. Rand drops the Ogier off far enough away from Emond’s Field that he doesn’t think news of him should reach anyone there. As he’s about to leave, Elder Haman tells him not to kill himself, which is so blunt that Rand is completely startled; despite dispassionately having noted in his narrative that he self-injured when he realized he was choosing to leave Liah behind. Rand stares off for a while in the direction of the farm in the Westwood where he grew up, then opens a Gateway back to Caemlyn. Oof, though, too real. Self-injury was something that I struggled with around that same age as well.

33. We are back to Mat! Rand has been going through So Much Plot while Mat has been slowly doing his showy march to distract Sammael. Also, Rand never had anything to eat during his PoV. I am immediately teased by Warder!Mat false foreshadowing. See, when this sort of thing happened before Rand was bonded, then it could see like misdirection about which ta’veren was going to be bonded, but it’s still happening! Talmanes (who has been very perceptive about Mat in the past) asks Mat if he’s ever thought of what it might be like to be a Warder. Out of the blue! An entire page of prose happens before Mat gets around to denying that he’s ever considered the idea.

34. Mat is juggling colored stones, which makes him think of Thom. He wonders if Thom is still alive but regretfully decides that he’s probably not. Mat still thinks that Elayne is frustratingly pretty, with a dimple that makes everyone want to fall down to obey her. I think that’s a you-thing, Mat. He hopes that Nynaeve and Elayne have missed him (in a round-about and vaguely insulting way).

35. It’s been eleven days since leaving Maerone and they are halfway to Tear. Mat thinks that he’s not looking forward to taking over from Weiramon... and yet he’s also basically trying to figure out what the fastest they can go is. So, he absolutely is in a hurry and does want to take over. Oh, interesting; they are using the river to help them keep their supply lines intact. Clever!

36. Mat’s collection: five colored stones, an eagle feather, a weathered piece of snow-white stone that looked like it had been carved with scrolls once.

37. There are a lot of Aes Sedai over on the other side of the river Erien, and Mat is glad to have his medallion. The news about the White Tower setting up Logain as a false Dragon has reached this far now. Mat also notes that Warders don’t seem to sweat. We learn that Mat uses former horse thieves & poachers as his scouts, as it is a similar skill set.

38. One of his scouts shows him some destroyed and bloody Tuatha'an wagons, with “Tell the Dragon Reborn” written on one of the wagon beds with blood. I’ll try to remember that and see if Mat remembers to tell Rand about it. Whoever destroyed the wagons also killed all the people and made sure to let no one escape. Finding all those dead bodies, of people who wouldn’t even have defended themselves, puts all of the Band in a solemn mood for the evening, and makes Mat think about “older memories of older dead. Too many battles, and too many dead.”

39. It’s so easy for Mat to define himself as “Rand al’Thor’s friend” in his internal narration now. It’s just part of Who Mat Cauthon Is (again). We also learn that when he was younger (back home), he would sleep outside and put himself to sleep by naming the constellations. Memories note: “in some of his memories he did not like Artur Paendrag Tanreall at all”. Mat’s luck has led him to escape an assassination attempt by his impulsive choice to sleep outside. He realizes that the Aiel were brought here by a Gateway (which implies Forsaken involvement) and he curses that he’s important enough to be hunted by the Forsaken.

40. And, I notice, that when he’s speaking neutrally or fondly (in his way of speaking fondly lol) about Rand, then it’s “Rand” or “Rand al’Thor” but when he’s mad about something related to Rand, then it’s “the Dragon (bloody) Reborn” lol. That tracks.

41. Mat discovers that Olver has been traveling with the Band all this time and makes him his official messenger/errand boy. Olver also collects stones and feathers, like Mat does, we learn.

42. Graendal visits Sammael, who has some small items from the Age of Legends that he says he found in a stasis box. An ‘exchanger’ (AC unit), glowbulbs (lightbulbs), a music box, and pieces of art. And a Zara board, which means that the stasis box was left by a Darkfriend, as the playing pieces of the game were people once. Sammael manages to convince Graendal that he did successfully make a truce with Rand, and he gets Mesaana’s location out of her: the White Tower.

43. Egwene noticing pretty women and handsome men. Bi!Egwene rights. Anyway, I’m guessing part of the reason that Egwene wasn’t allowed ‘legally’ back into TAR for so long is because sneaking into TAR kept hurting the part of her brain that allows her to access TAR, so her healing process took much longer than it should have (the Wise Ones were puzzled that it took so long for her to heal and her headaches to fade). But she’s finally well enough that she’ll be able to attend not the next meeting (in three nights) but the one after that. But, yeah, bet she would have been able to go back officially a lot sooner if she’d actually let her brain rest and heal properly. She’s as bad as Rand when it comes to these things, imo. Neither of them are willing to take proper care of themselves. Both Rand and Egwene are driven on by the certainty that there is never enough time to do/learn everything that they need. Both of them are constantly hearing the ticking of the clock.

44. Wow, this thought about Berelain is such an asshole thought; re: Mangin being hanged and Egwene not feeling like Berelain showed enough emotion over it: “that one was only interested in men who were alive”. Wow, Egwene. Wow. Berelain deserves better than how wetlander women treat her. I want her to marry into the Aiel. They treat her well and she thrives around them.

45. Egwene caring so much about ‘healing’ the Tower is kinda astonishing for how little actual time she’s spent there. She did think of it as ‘home’ when she last returned to it, but then almost immediately left again. I think it’s really more the idea of the Tower that she loves than the actual place, tbh. Her lofty thoughts about it rarely match the more solidly political reality of what life like there was actually like for the Sisters. Though it feels like that’s the case for most Aes Sedai. They talk about how much the Tower means to them but the actual REALITY of the Tower as we saw it as readers is absolutely not the same as the place they talk about lol.

46. Egwene also has a fit of paranoia (about potential Tower spies) that is intense enough to match any of Rand’s. So similar, I tell you. She eventually is able to calm herself by reminding herself that any of the people around look at her and only see an Aiel woman. She also spots Elaida’s embassy to Rand entering the city and follows it for a while. It has been “over two months” since Rand first received the letter from Elaida (which happened the night before Moiraine faced Lanfear at the docks).

47. It’s so amusing to me (but also kinda sad) that Egwene is only just now figuring out that Rand has rediscovered “the Talent called Traveling”. I don’t think she’s seen him Skim either, since she missed the fight with Rahvin? It really shows how separated Egwene and Rand are despite having traveled so long together with the Aiel and despite Egwene living in Cairhien (because she doesn’t live in the city itself but in the Wise Ones’ camps outside the city). Rand has rooms set aside for him to Travel into! Mat has had Rand Travel into his room in the middle of the night just basically to talk at him for a couple of hours! And Egwene is only just now going... yeah, I think Rand can Travel maybe. They’ve grown so far apart emotionally.

48. Berelain rode out to the Wise Ones tents to have tea with Amys, Bair, and Sorilea! <3 Baby! <3 Let Sorilea matchmake for you, honey. She would have better taste in men for you than you would have for yourself. You might still end up with a married man, but it would be one with a wife who enjoyed having you around. Aw, Berelain says that Rhuarc reminds her of her (I assume deceased) father. And then Amys kisses Berelain on the forehead and on each cheek, the way an Aiel mother would kiss her child. They have adopted her! <3 <3 It’s amazing how well Berelain comes off here even with Egwene’s ridiculously hostile PoV of her. Aww, Sorilea does want to matchmake for Berelain, though she thinks she has to try to find a wetlander husband for her.

49. It’s so weird to be that absolutely no Wise Ones can do Healing at all. Just... odd. Also, interesting backstory adjustment, rather than having just been asked to potentially be Nynaeve’s apprentice, now Egwene actually did study under her for a while back in the Two Rivers.

50. It is so interesting the different ways that Egwene DOES adapt to living among the Aiel (holding other people to the ideals of ji’e’toh, thinking of things in terms of shame) and the ways that she does not (mostly related to the prudishness of Two Rivers people and the bed of lies in which she sleeps each night).

51. Elaida’s embassy isn’t staying in the palace but in the house of a noble Lady named Arilyn. They have six official Aes Sedai with the embassy and five hundred soldiers (though most of the soldiers stayed outside the city). And the women inside are constantly channeling. Oooh, I was trying to remember why Aviendha had toh towards Rand -- it’s because she lied to him and told him that she hated him. Thanks for reminding me that lying brings toh, Egwene. She’s trying to mentally tell herself that in her case, her lying has been necessary.

52. It’s so funny that after a few meetings with the Salidar Aes Sedai in TAR, the Wise Ones are so much less impressed with the Aes Sedai as a whole. Egwene notices that during all the planning that the Wise Ones are doing about how to potentially protect Rand from Elaida’s embassy, they never bring up the whole thing about how “the Aiel failed the Aes Sedai once and would be destroyed if they did again”. You know, it actually occurs to me that if there is an element of prophecy in this, it might actually be referring to THE Aes Sedai aka the ones they actually used to serve aka Aes Sedai from the Age of Legends aka Lews Therin aka Rand. Because the Aiel’s survival is so closely tied to Rand’s survival.

53. Cracks me up that Egwene is super into Gawn’s red-gold curls. Considering what she almost had once upon a time and decided she just felt brotherly about. Anyway, Egwene and Gawyn see each other in person for the first time since the last time she was in the White Tower. So... The Dragon Reborn, I think it was? She learns that he commands the ‘guard of honor’ that the Aes Sedai have brought to ‘escort’ Rand and he learns that she is not in Illian. I think it was Siuan who told him that lie?

54. Gawyn tells her that he believes that Rand killed Morgase and she protests that he did not. Gawyn asks for proof and says that Rand probably killed Elayne too. Egwene tells him that Elayne is not harmed. She doesn’t tell him that Rand killed the guy that they actually DO believe killed his mom or that she was literally in the room when Rand found out that Morgase was (believed to be) dead. Potentially due to be distracted by running her hands through his hair. She makes him promise not to “raise a hand against Rand” until she can prove that Rand didn’t kill Morgase. Egwene, he is gonna take that WAY too literally.

55. She tells him she loves him. The last time she saw him, she liked his brother more than she liked him, but now she definitely knows that she loves him. They haven’t ever even flirted with each other, iirc, because Gawyn knew that Galad liked her, so he pre-emptively stepped aside. They have their first kiss. Good for them, I guess? lol. There’s so little substance to this romance that I can’t really take it too seriously. “I will give over everything, betray everything, for you.“ Sheesh, Gawyn, slow it down a little? You honestly barely know each other. Take a breath before you declare yourself willing to forswear yourself for her. He wants her to run away from her duties and the Last Battle and being Aes Sedai so that they can live on a little estate in the country together. Egwene says that she would love that but she can’t, but it’s literally nothing that she has ever expressed wanting so (x) doubt.

56. In brief PoV snippets, we learn that two of the Aes Sedai from Elaida’s embassy are working on tugging at the ambitions of Lady Colavaere (Cairhienin) and High Lord Meilan (Tairen). Then we go back to the main palace they’re staying at and they are trying to figure out the best approach to take to Berelain, who they suspect will be difficult. They are also troubled by rumors that al’Thor has a Green sister with him in Cairhien. They had believed that Siuan and Moiraine (both Blues) had worked alone. They also wonder whether or not Moiraine truly is dead.

57. Rand is close enough to Alanna that he can tell that she had bruised her heel that morning and scraped her hand and is currently in a temper. That IS precise. Rand also realizes that he hasn’t seen Sulin in eight days (since he returned from Shadar Logoth). There is a Whitecloak assassination attempt on Rand that kills 7 people total (one of the Maidens dies shielding Rand from an arrow). We get to hear some of Rand’s List Of Dead Ladies. Rand is relieved that the person he thought might be a second dead Maiden is just a short Aiel man instead. *sigh*

58. lol, oh, this is the conversation where Rand tries his best to figure out if he and Elayne are related and is relieved to realize that IF THEY WERE FARMERS they wouldn’t be considered related at all. lol. Gotta love a man with priorities. He’s hilariously relaxed after realizing this and doesn’t even consciously understand why. Amazing. See, this is hilarious, but it is also very in character and no one is TRYING to be funny. Rand heads off to Cairhien, still trying to avoid Aviendha at all costs.

59. Tonight, the Wise Ones are going to meet the Salidar Aes Sedai alone; in seven days, Egwene will get to be with them when they meet with the Aes Sedai. But Egwene is distracted from thinking about this or about Gawyn when she learns that Rand is back in Cairhien and plans to meet with Elaida’s embassy.

60. Egwene is picking up the Aiel prejudices (judging servants for doing their jobs) without letting go of her own that the Aiel don’t share (her hard-core disdain for Berelain). That’s... less than ideal, lol. Anyway, she’s gone to the Sun Palace to talk to Rand.

61. For all that she’s picking up some Aiel ways, Egwene still doesn’t understand how the Maidens feel about Rand and thinks that Somara talking about him “with the sort of exasperated pride a mother might have for an overadventurous son of about ten” is an Aiel joke of some kind. Though that may be because it’s a Maiden thing and not an Aiel thing, and Egwene is definitely not Far Dareis Mai.

62. As always, Egwene gets incredibly indignant when Rand teases her back after she teases him first. She warns him about not trusting Elaida’s embassy. She notices him talking to himself but doesn’t realize he’s talking to LTT. She tries to use reverse psychology on him to get him to offend Elaida’s embassy and is horrified when he says he’ll take her advice. Eesh, Egwene really is All In on the Aes Sedai: “Even if they followed Elaida, the idea of anyone showing impertinence to any Aes Sedai really did upset her.”

63. Ah, Egwene notices Rand responding to someone who isn’t there and is caught between worrying about him going mad and worrying about the Tower Aes Sedai catching her here. Rand hides Egwene next to the dais that his chair was on and wards her not to be seen, as the Tower Aes Sedai come in. Egwene is incredibly nervous having saidin so close to her. Egwene and Rand do also talk about Traveling here, but the way that Rand describes how he Travels (creating a hole in the Pattern) doesn’t feel right to Egwene.

64. Rand is casually arrogant with the Tower Aes Sedai and tells them that he “looks forward to the day [he] stand[s] in the White Tower” but until he’s ready to go, he rejects their offer of an advisor and tells them not to come within a mile of him or the Sun Palace. When he abruptly asks after Alviarin, Galina tells him that she is well before she can stop herself, which Rand figures marks her out as one of Alviarin’s friends.

65. One of the Sisters (Nesune) noticed feeling a woman who could channel hidden in the room with them. Galina assumes that it was Moiraine and that she faked her death, but Coiren says they can’t make that assumption. Nesune wants to write a research paper on Rand.

66. Rand hasn’t heard LTT’s voice in his head all day and it’s making him jumpy because he’s sure that LTT is there. He keeps bugging Rhuarc and Berelain over things that are either already settled or that they can’t do anything about and his temper is very difficult to keep a handle on.

67. Oh, this is a good insight that I don’t think we actually see change his behavior at all lol: “Rand al’Thor had run away from Elayne, from his fear of loving Elayne, just as he had run from his fear of loving Aviendha.” He decides “no more running” so we’ll, uh, see how that goes.

68. The Sea Folk are have been desperately trying to get Rand to see them this entire book and he keeps avoiding them. He never really gives a reason; they’re just really low on his priority list for whatever reason, despite ships actually being kinda a useful thing. Basically, whenever Jordan isn’t ready for Rand to deal with a plot thing yet, he just avoids it and buries it under all the other stuff he needs to do. Ah, we get a bit of an explanation later: since the Sea Folk aren’t mentioned in any of the Prophecies that he can think of, he bumps them down on the priority list.

69. Aviendha, pissed off that Rand keeps leaving without her, makes his guards promise to tell her where he is going and when; they promise and when Rand protests, they say that they already made a promise and can’t change it. I have to admit, this makes me wary because it seems like the sort of thing that would make Rand... go places without telling his guards first?

70. Rand is horrified to realize that that woman offering him a letter on a tray is... Sulin, dressed as a servant (not even gai’shain but a wetlander servant). After a few moments, he connects it to her toh over reminding those three gai’shain that they were Maidens. He is learning a lot about Aiel culture! Though he is still very capable of asking questions that make Aviendha want to die of shame from how little he knows. Because when he asks questions that feel very silly to them, it shows that Aviendha hasn’t been as good a teacher as she’s supposed to be.

71. Another assassination attempt, this time by a Gray Man. It’s possible these attacks against Randa and the one against Mat were all sent by Sammael, considering he’s the big target that Rand is obviously gunning for, but it might be one of the others, since Sammael had recently tried to convince them that he’s made a truce with Rand. Taim kills the Gray Man before Rand can attempt to question him, which makes Rand feel another swell of anger towards him and LTT really wants to kill Taim.

72. Despite him thinking earlier that he was going to stop running; when Aviendha lectures him over ji’e’toh and he notices that he’s mostly just enjoying staring into her eyes, “bit by bit he chased down the pleasure her eyes gave him and crushed it until only a dull ache remained”. Still sounds like running to me, just mentally instead of physically.

73. Oh! I had absolutely not realized that it is actually CANON that Fain influenced Elaida against Rand, but here it is. “Unlikely Niall would have ever supported al’Thor any more than Elaida would have, but it was best not to take too much for granted with Rand bloody al’Thor. Well, [Fain] had brushed them both with what he carried from Aridhol; they might possibly trust their own mothers, but never al’Thor now.” Oh, wow, yeah. So Elaida’s paranoia and egotism and etc. that she shows in increasing amounts is the poison of Shadar Logoth’s influence on her. She was never a great person, but she was capable of reason, once upon a time. Oh, wow, I’d forgotten this was canon instead of fan speculation, lol. Anyway, Fain is obsessed now with HIM being the reason that Rand dies and not letting it happen by any other hand. Ah, Fain was behind the attack by the Whitecloaks earlier. That makes sense.

74. Thom and Juilin have returned from their scouting (I think they were investigating the Whitecloaks). Apparently, the Whitecloaks have mostly been pulled back and gathered up. He passes along the rumor that Morgase is in the Fortress of Light but Elayne dismisses it and says her mother would never go to the Whitecloaks.

75. Nynaeve does the Plot Thing that they were stuck in Salidar so long before they could accomplish it and move on to their next location: she Heals Logain of being gentled (mostly because she’s distracted thinking of something else while she examines him with the Power, so she bridges the cut in him without thinking about it). Seriously, the gender essentialism is so strong/bad in WoT that Nynaeve literally thinks that men and women are as ‘different in the flesh’ as rocks and fish. Ridiculous.

76. Ugh, Nynaeve is actually thinking about how they could SHARE INFORMATION with Rand and I am just LONGING to this to happen. She actually wants to tell him things! So that he can avoid the mistakes that ignorance of events can bring! And yet we must continue to starve Rand of information in the narrative. Nynaeve and Elayne are the two ‘Tower-touched women’ who genuinely want to help Rand and so The Plot must keep them away from Rand as much as possible. I’m also thinking of how Egwene essentially used Elayne and Nynaeve as her excuse not to tell Rand things (”It’s not my secret”) but... Elayne and Nynaeve are FINE with Rand knowing things, in general? They actively want to tell him things? Nynaeve seems aware that Rand having more knowledge could actually be a BETTER THING than keeping him in the dark (Egwene is a big fan of trying to help Rand by keeping him in the dark as much as possible and only letting him know things as she decides, in order to influence his choices. Which he hates. Egwene learned the WRONG LESSON from Moiraine, imo).

77. Nynaeve is absolutely terrified of Logain, even though he quite reasonably points out how foolish he would be to attack a whole village of Aes Sedai from the center of it. lol, when the Aes Sedai arrive, Logain pretends that he doesn’t know anything about being Healed, as poor Nynaeve is berated for telling fibs to get attention. Aes Sedai really do treat Accepted like children. Sheriam and Myrelle hustle Nynaeve off and reveal that they DO believe that she may have really healed Logain and they want her to repeat it with Siuan and Leane. When Nynaeve reveals that part of the secret is that she uses all five types of flows to Heal, not just Water, Spirit, and Air, there are protests from the Yellows and then the reluctant admission that maybe Nynaeve’s way works.

78. One of the Aes Sedai says this means that they will need to gentle Logain but Carlinya (ha! Don’t think I’ve forgotten you and your raven tattoo/drawing viewing) points out that it might make negotiating with Rand a lot more difficult if they are gentling men while he is sending out an amnesty and gathering men who can channel to him. It would make any difference between them and Elaida not seem so different to Rand’s eyes. And now escape seems impossible, as every Yellow wants to study and talk to Nynaeve.

79. The fact that the Aes Sedai essentially stopped viewing Siuan and Leane as people while they were stilled and are now all “warm welcome[s] as if she had been away for years” is... yeah, that’s unpleasant. But Siuan is brainwashed enough into the Aes Sedai way that she completely understands it: “she held nothing against any of these women, not their cold distance before, not their insistence that she remember her place. The line between Aes Sedai and not Aes Sedai was clear”. But she is frightened and taken aback when she realizes that she’s much much weaker than she was before. Which... okay, if this were a one-off thing, then it could be worldbuilding, but there’s another (completely different) excuse later on in the books to depower a strong channeler to make her a suitable love interest for a non-channeling man and so this feels... not great to me here. Also, ugh, we learn here in a side note that Gareth has been hitting Siuan when he feels she’s been ‘childish’. Jordan was a big big fan of spanking (and, especially, of women being spanked). Anyway, apparently washing Gareth’s laundry and the occasional spanking has made her fall in love with him.

80. Elayne says she regrets them not “putting on disguises like Moghedien and walking past everybody” and Nynaeve is so mad at herself for never even considering that as an escape route. See, Elayne thinks here that they could “maybe even pass word along to Rand through Egwene” but that wouldn’t have worked because EGWENE NEVER TELLS RAND ANYTHING; she views keeping secrets from him as the best way of helping him! *sigh* Elayne’s intentions are good but none of the things that she, personally, tries to get out of them staying in Salidar actually happen.

81. Elayne thinks about how the power-based hierarchy of the White Tower makes sense. It does not, Elayne. It is nonsense, Elayne. I love you but you are wrong about this. The idea that sheer power is what matters most is a bully’s game. “Everything goes into it. Who learned the fastest, who spent the least time as novice and Accepted.” So the LEAST experienced you are, the MORE immediate power is handed to you once you attain the shawl. What a terrible system, where studying for years actually means that you’ll be much less likely to ever actually be in charge of something useful. A Darkfriend/Black Ajah Sister created this system. I feel it in my bones.

82. Elayne feels a pang of regret over not going to Rand when they had the chance when she hears that he’s met with Elaida’s embassy. Same, girl, same.

83. We learn that Delana (one of the Aes Sedai in Salidar) is a Darkfriend, who is now following orders from ‘Halima’ aka Asan’gar aka resurrected Forsaken aka we should all be glad this character is already cut from the show.

84. Valda really is one of those PoVs where I feel kinda dirty after reading it. He’s such a horrible person and he’s so convinced that he’s Actually The Best Person. Not an ounce of compassion or mercy in him at all, only judgement and self-righteousness.

85. Morgase is still being SO stubborn and so strong. She is fighting so hard. She finally gives up the fight in this chapter, due to a complete coincidence (well, not complete, as escaping with two Darkfriends would... also have been bad. Honestly, Morgase genuinely has ZERO good options here).

86. Another confirmation from Niall’s spy that the Seanchan hold Tanchico (though he still doesn’t believe it). But he feels like he should pay attention to it anyway, even though he feels like the man must be writing nonsense, so he asks for a courtier so he can send a message (which would take twenty days to reach Tanchico under normal conditions and a fast set of horses).

#wot #wheel of time #wot reread #lord of chaos #wot book spoilers #wot spoilers #i'm going to make these longer but less frequent #because it seems like they're disappearing from the tags #and my current theory is that my posts are too... frequent?#so testing that out #but this is so long tho

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Chapter 9 temperature

I don't want you to remember your past either. Because until you get your memories back, you're mine and mine alone.

Goddess, had he really just said that?

Loklan, you petty, selfish prick—

"What makes you think that would change if I did remember my past?"

Stunned, Loklan lifted himself to look at her.

Eiara lay beneath him, still flushed from their lovemaking, hair spread out around her head. Beautiful and unselfconscious.

"You don't know what I am," he said.

"You keep saying that." She touched his face, drew him down for a slow, melting kiss. "I don't care what you are and I can't imagine I would, even if I remembered everything."

"The Zenopelti were monstrous people," he replied stubbornly.

"There's nothing monstrous about you, though."

He barked a laugh—humorless, caustic. "You don't know me very well."

Eiara tilted her head to one side. "Do you want me to think poorly of you?"

"No," he growled.

"Then tell me what you're afraid I'll remember so I can show you that it doesn't matter."

Loklan hesitated. What possible good would it do to tell her?

But the rules were different here in their little hideaway. And he’d opened the door to this conversation, hadn’t he? Part of him wanted to tell her, mad as that was.

"The Zenopelti were savage,” he said. “Soulless and unforgiving reptiles. A hateful people without honor or compassion. They were known to steal and eat the children of Eladan. Or to make them into slaves. They raped and tortured prisoners of war. Sent body parts to the surface in parcels addressed to the high king. They were merciless."

“I see,” she said gravely. "But you are not a prime example of the race, clearly."

Loklan scowled. "I'm Zenopelti royalty."

Her brows rose. "Are you really?"

"My mother was Farenanda, Princess of the Zenopelti. My father is Otyris, Second King of Eladan."

She blinked. "Eladan?"

"Yes. Does that sound familiar?"

"Sort of..." she frowned. "You said I was Asatyri."

He nodded. "The Eladani and Asatyri are sister races. My mother—my adoptive mother—was Asatyri. She was trained as a priestess before she wed my father."

"Your upbringing sounds...complicated."

He laughed bitterly. "It was less so before I found out I was Zenopelti. For most of my life I believed I was full-blooded Eladani."

"How did you come to be…what you are?"

"Father wanted to make peace with the Zenopelti. To create a treaty that would stop them attacking the Eladani.” He frowned, lost in the memory of Otyris’ brusque retelling. “Apparently, in his efforts to create a rapport with the Zenopelti high council, he dallied with a Zenopelti woman, not knowing she was a princess.”

"Oh…my," said Eiara. "Was the council angry?"

Loklan nodded. "But only because Otyris refused to marry her. When she gave birth to me, Farenanda brought me to the surface and left me to die. Otyris took me in and raised me as a prince of the realm."

"Hmm." Eiara's legs tightened around his hips. "That was good of him."

The rancor must have shown on his face.

"Was it not?" she asked quietly.

"The Zenopelti and Eladani were at war. I think Otyris believed I would be of some use to him in that regard. The Zenopelti valued royal bloodlines as much as the Eladani do, if not more."

"He told you this?"

Loklan shook his head. "It is only a suspicion I have."

Eiara frowned thoughtfully. "Why did he hide your heritage from you, then?”

“Because the Eladani royals would have never accepted me if they knew,” he said. “Not that they ever did, really. Being a bastard was bad enough.” He shook his head in disgust. “They would have ridiculed my father for condescending to touch a Zenopelti woman, too. I suppose he hoped their feelings would change once the treaty was signed. But it never happened.”

She ran her fingers through his hair absently, frowning a little. “Were you unhappy in Eladan? Did they not treat you well?"

The words made his heart shrink with grief and anger. Old, familiar feelings.

Rage, resentment.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, reading his face. "You don't need to answer that."

He did though. He'd never said it aloud before, and suddenly it was important that he did. "They hated me. Ostracized me. Even my own father couldn’t stand to look at me. I hardly saw him, except when he wanted to punish me for misbehavior. But…"

Eiara touched his face while he struggled with his next words, fingertips stroking his jaw, grazing his ears.

"Firra…” he said softly, heart cracking. “I believe she loved me as her own."

Eiara's hands abruptly stopped stroking. Her eyes flickered with recognition. "Firra?"

"You knew her, didn't you?" he said softly. "I wasn't sure, but I thought you might have lived together on Asatyru before she wed Otyris. She would have been quite a bit older than you, but Firra, too, studied the healing arts."

Eiara's expression crumpled into something like worry, green-brown eyes turning luminous with emotion; there was pain lurking there below the surface.

"I don't want to...I don't want to think of that," she whispered.

"Alright," he replied quietly.

"What did you do when you found out your true heritage?" she asked.

Goddess. I don’t want to think of that.

The beginning of the end.

But her gaze was so open. Without judgment. Waiting.

Shame and regret swelled inside him. He shouldn't tell her. He didn't want to.

She touched his face again, tracing the scales on his cheeks and jaw. He couldn’t look at her—couldn’t meet her gaze—so he closed his eyes.

“I went a little mad,” he said softly, and then swallowed back the rest.

After a long silence, she murmured, "I still like you."

But you shouldn't. "I haven't told you everything," he grated.

"You don't need to."

His past felt like an ax looming over them. He told himself it didn’t matter. If he didn’t tell her, who would? It was just the two of them, stranded here indefinitely, alone.

He didn’t want her to see him differently. To know what kind of man he’d been.

He wanted to be different, suddenly. A new man.

He wanted to leave Eladan and all his crimes in the past and never think of them again.

Was that wrong?

Did he deserve a new life—even a stark one, abandoned on a desert moon?

Did he deserve this woman and her innocent affection?

No, said a voice inside him with unwavering conviction. You don’t deserve any of it.

Loklan hung his head and pressed his face into Eiara's hair, not wanting her to see his grief. His hidden shame.

But could he really keep it from her?

Not such a great start at being a new man.

No. He had to tell her the truth—or at least some of it.

But where to start?

I gambled away pots of my father's money. Humiliated my mother before her Lady friends by showing up drunk where I wasn't invited. Had affairs with married aristocrats and destroyed marriages. I seduced my brother's fiancee at his engagement party. I was so drunk I don't even know if I did it on purpose. And then—

He smelled the blood again. Tasted it. Felt Thenn’s face collapsing under his fists.

No!

With all the strength he could muster, Loklan shoved the memories away.

He couldn’t tell her. He couldn't say it. Any of it.

He hung his head and shuddered against her, swallowing back bile and burning self-hatred.

“I’ve done horrible things, Eiara,” he whispered, hoping it would be enough. Knowing that it wasn't. “I am not a good man.”

Her arms curled tenderly around his shoulders.

“It’s alright,” she whispered, "I still like you."

He laughed—wetly, bitterly—crying slow, stinging tears into her hair. "You're a fool."

"Maybe," she murmured. "But it doesn't feel foolish."

He turned his face until his cheek touched hers. "No?"

"Hm-mm. Feels good."

***

It should have been difficult to leave his misery behind. To forget.

But Eiara made it all too easy.

She very much enjoyed being naked. For most of the day, they were either making love or simply talking, but she never once moved to cover herself. And since it was warm in the tunnel during the day, there was really no reason to dress.

She delighted him. Her body, her affection, and the constant hum of sexual fever were a wonderful distraction. A balm on his ragged heart.

After their conversation veered away from his past, she rose to make them breakfast and then sat naked against his hip and absently fed him little morsels of fish while she told him about the world outside their cave.

She'd been all about the immediate area and found few signs of civilization. A couple days ago she'd noticed a trail half concealed by drifts of sand. It led up the mountainside into which their little cave was set. She hadn't followed it yet because the daylight hours when it was cool enough were too short, and she hadn't dared to leave him alone for long while he was recovering.

They decided they would take the path at dusk and find a place to camp along the way if necessary.

After the food was gone, she peeled his pants completely off, lay on her side across his thighs, and sucked him slowly to a deep, groaning orgasm.

The sight of her lips wrapped tightly around his purple flesh was almost more than he could bear. Somehow, it was even more erotic to see her sucking him now than it had been in his Eladani form. He came in record time.

Afterward, as he lay panting and boneless, she trailed kisses along the hollow of his hip, pausing to lick the scales that bracketed his groin.

“You like them,” he said huskily.

She looked up, “Hm?”

“My scales,” he said.

She slid one hand slowly along his waist, watching the scales flash like oil on water as she pressed them. “They’re beautiful,” she murmured. “And smooth. Like a snake.”

“You remember snakes?” he said, surprised.

“I guess I do.” She smiled. “I think I held one, once. Maybe when I was a child.”

Her expression tipped towards discomfort—pain and sadness creeping in—like it always did when she tried to remember her past.

“The Zenopelti are descended from the great snakes,” he said. “Or so the stories say.”

Her expression brightened with curiosity. “Great snakes?”

“Mm. Ancient creatures that once inhabited the bowles of Eladan. Billions of years before we colonized the planet. Apparently they were very large. Legend says there are still a few left, sleeping in deep caverns near the planet’s core. Goliath creatures big enough to swallow ten men at once.”

“Oh,” her eyes glittered with interest. “That’s a little frightening.”

A crude double entendre formed in his mind—something about swallowing and enormous snakes—but he didn’t say it. Instead he murmured, “I believe I owe you an orgasm.”

Eiara laughed and refused, insisting that she should go to fill the water gourd again before they ventured out this evening—and he should stay behind to rest.

"I thought we were past all this resting business," he said.

She rose to get the gourd and her bag. "You're not at one hundred percent yet, and if we get caught out there too long in the cold, you could be in trouble, what with your snake constitution."

"Zenopelti," he said, smirking. Was it strange that he could smirk while speaking of his reptilian heritage now? "Are you going to go tromping through the cave completely naked?"

She looked down at herself and gave a bright, startled laugh. She'd put the bag over her bare shoulder.

"I suppose I should wear shoes, at least."

Loklan watched her dress with unabashed appreciation. Her body was exquisite. Smooth and curvaceous. Soft where it ought to be and firm in all the right places, too. A little thin from their limited diet, but just looking at her—faded bruises and all—made him start to ache again.

"Hurry back," he said huskily.

Eiara looked down at him. He lay on his back, hands behind his head. Naked and purple from head to toe.

And hard.

"You are insatiable," she murmured.

She knelt beside him, and Loklan lifted himself on his arms for a kiss. While he suckled her tongue he felt her hand slip down the front of his body and touch his cock.

A moment later, she pulled back, turned and bent to kiss the tip of his sex. Her pink little tongue snuck out to taste him.

"Don't tease me," he rasped.

Her response was to scrape him very lightly with the edge of her teeth and make him gasp.

"What did I just say?" Loklan growled.

"Mmm," she pulled back and looked at his cock in her hand. "It's so pretty. Makes me want to be mean to it."

He laughed. "Pretty?"

"Mm-hm. See how it turns from violet to mauve?" She followed the change with her fingers, "And the head is so pink."

Loklan groaned under her touch. "Be mean to it all you want."

She bent again and closed her teeth gently on the little band of tissue connecting the underside of the glans to the shaft.

"Meaner," he rasped.

She bit down harder, pulled that little bit of flesh and made him groan again, then soothed the spot with her tongue.

When she pulled back there were neat little indentations of her teeth in his flesh. The sight of it seemed to arouse her. She took the head into her mouth and sucked it roundly, using the tip of her tongue to worry at his little slit until he was breathing raggedly.

"I sincerely hope you're not planning to leave me in this state," he said when she let him go.

She put the bag and gourd down. "Shall I suck you again?"

"I have a better idea."

Loklan took hold of her waist and yanked her down onto the bedding, positioning her on hands and knees beneath him. An instant later he had the leggings pulled down around her thighs.

"Loklan—" she broke off on a gasp as he pushed inside, and for the next thirty minutes or so, she didn't say another word besides his name and the occasional muffled cry of affirmation.

The position was delicious. One minute he leaned back to watch her sex swallow his shaft in a slow, liquid glide—the next he held her arms down, molding himself against the curve of her spine, pumping hard. He couldn't get enough of it. She felt so small and delicate beneath him—utterly submissive—shaking and whimpering sweetly as he dominated her.

He made himself go slowly at first in an effort to spare her knees and hands from the hard ground, but in the end he leaned into her and thrust so deeply that her arms gave out and she lay with her chest to the blankets and her thighs folded tightly beneath her.

She came twice, which was no accident. He'd already learned the rhythm that worked best, the words and angles that made her wild.

She liked it when he was fierce. Uncontrolled. When he was deliberate and teasing. When he was genuinely rough. And she liked when he switched from one mode to the other unpredictably, murmuring dark commands one moment and growling wordlessly the next. Teasing and then taking. Tender and then savage.

At the end of it—with his cock encased tightly in her heat and her orgasm milking his pleasure from him in long, liquid spurts—he thought, She's perfect.

And for the first time in his adult life, he believed the Goddess might finally be orchestrating in his favor. Looking after him. Helping him.

Answering his childish prayers from so long ago, when he'd still believed she might be listening.

What he had done to gain her favor now, he couldn't possibly imagine. But why else would he have ended up in this particular place, with this particular woman, at the exact moment in time when he needed her most?

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lesbianogecharlie · 10 months

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Hi so sorry to vent but I kinda gotta get this off my mind rn cuz it’s really effected me badly. Warning ig: this mentions sh and sa. So, a little backstory. I have this friend, who we’ll call Mike. Me and him were friends for a while, but we kinda just stopped talking, but we reconnected a lot last year. I guess I’d consider him one of my best friends now, and I’ve helped him thru a lot of hard stuff. He’s also really a parent pleaser, and my dad has been very open and thinking he’s a good person and one of the best ppl who are my friends. Now, I have this other friend who we’ll call James. He’s been one of my very best friends for a few years now, and we always talk to each other abt our problems. Also, he’s trans and just started to transition. James and Mike have been bffs for a few years now. Anyways, one night, it’s around 10:00. I’m just chilling on my phone when I get a text from James. He says he’s rlly wanting to cut. Of course, I text him the usual strategies that I use to help myself not, that ppl don’t hate him, and that he can talk to me if wants to. He says he rlly doesn’t wanna talk Abt it cuz he wants to get his mind off of his problems, and he thanks me for being a good friend. After that, we talk ant random stuff for a while, until he says he wants to get to bed. I say “ok gn, but srsly get some rest”. He says ok. A few minutes later, he texts me “I hate the beach”. I ask him why. Although, this is kinda suspicious cuz during the summer, he and Mike took a trip to the beach together. Oh also, James has a bf, who we’ll just call Matthew. Anyways, he says “first: I hate sand, I’m scared of the ocean, and some thing that I don’t rlly wanna say happened.” We talk a little more (mainly abt how I’m also scared of the ocean) when he finally says “ ok promise you won’t tell anyone this, and you’ll act totally normal around him?” I promised. I swear tho, what he told me made me wanna throw up. Apparently, when James was sleeping, Mike sexually assaulted him. He apparently touched him and removed clothing. I wanted to throw up. I know a lot of ppl that are afab that are friends with him and now I’m rlly worried Abt them. Also, James knew this because he has baby cams in the rooms, since he sleepwalks a ton. (One time he nearly walked into the road cuz it, turned out he had a brain tumour but he got it removed.) also, for the record, James has had a lot of past trauma with men, which Mike knew damn well about. Hell, one time me him and a few other ppl were having a sleepover when we were hanging outside and James thought that one of his past rapists cars had parked in front of my house (it wasn’t but we were all rlly terrified for a while.) here’s the thing: we are planning to have one of these sleepovers soon, and Mike is always invited. He can never spend the night tho, thank god. We both know that if I didn’t invite him, my parents and Mike might suspect something, which could make this all worse. We’re thinking that we’re gonna have to invite him (nobody else knows), but there’s gonna be a ton of other ppl there. If anything happens, we’ll all protect him. But I’m mainly worried abt my other friends. I don’t even care what gender they are, he’s pan so I’m worried abt all of them. I also have this friend, we’ll call her Jessica. She and Mike are really close, and I’m pretty sure they’ve had tons of sleepovers. There were a ton of rumours that Mike had a thing for her. I’m rlly scared for her. Anyways, if you’re reading this, thanks for even knowing about the absolute shit that is happening in my life rn. I really don’t know what to do, and I’m really scared. But I can’t act different around him at all, because that risks everyone going even more to shit. So thanks for listening to the shithole that is my life, and if anyone can give advice, thanks

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kaijime · 3 years

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watch your mouth

includes. osamu miya x f!reader

cw. corruption kink, virgin reader/first time, osamu wants to breed u <33, dubcon, kitchen sex? [it’s in his shop so?], fingering, pierced dick [prince albert piercing], vaginal penetration, size kink, praise kink, tummy bulge, breeding kink, slight dumbification, creampie, thigh slapping?

wc. 3k

a/n. my piece for @seita’s corrupt-a-virgin collab, thank you for letting me join!!

osamu miya likes to think he follows a strict routine. he wakes up early, shows up for his job, works, and goes home, waiting for tomorrow to arrive and the cycle to repeat itself.

but ever since you've entered his restaurant, you've become a part of his routine.

he sits behind the kitchen counter, watching in admiration how you tend to the customers. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't staring at your ass, but it’s not a lie if he doesn't say it right?

"samu?" there's that nickname again, the one you deemed him ever since that interview for the part time job. "this customer says you forgot to give her a part of her order"

"no i didn't"

"yeah, look" you approach him with the receipt in hand, pointing to a small part of the inked writing. "see?"

he can't see. or at least he can't see the receipt. he's too focused on you, pressing up against him. he knows you're not at fault, but you couldn't be that innocent.

you couldn't be innocent enough to not know the things you were doing to him, the things you were making him feel, the urges that blossomed with every lingering look and longing touch you left on his body. you just couldn't be.

right?

yet, even when his idiotic brother dropped by his shop and shamelessly started flirting with you, you, it seemed like you didn't catch onto what he was doing.

"what's the freakiest place you've ever had sex in?" the fake blond asked, and osamu would've stopped him, if he wasn't curious to hear the answer for himself. still, he doesn't drive his full attention away from the counters he's been wiping, seemingly focused on the simple task.

you chuckled awkwardly under your breath. "that's inappropriate, tsu-"

"c'mon, tell me" he bumps his elbow against yours "can't be that bad"

"no i-... i've never uhm..." osamu can tell you're stumbling and stuttering to find an answer, so he lends you a few helping words.

"'tsumu” he calls "will ya stop harrassin' my employees?"

"'m just talkin' to her samu, no need to make a big fuss" he downs the last of his food and leaves, supposedly in a sudden rush.

it doesn't seem like it’s been hours since then, but the moon hangs low, and the crickets sing outside the window in spite of the late hour. despite the passing of time, not a single word has been said between you and your boss about the conversation you had with his brother, and every minute that passes only seems to thicken the tension between the two of you.

"shit" you mumble, mostly to yourself. you didn’t expect him to shoot up from his place, bent down searching through the lower cabinets.

"watch yer mouth" he says, an evident frown on his face, where he would once smile at you and nod in greeting.

"sorry" you reply, lip pouting slightly while you cleaned off your finger with a paper towel "just got a papercut" the blood tints the paper red and you wince at the stinging sensation.

"here" he holds out his hand to examine yours, even though you already cleaned most of it off, there's still a slight trickle of blood. he wipes it out with the towel he always hangs on his shoulder.

as he cleans your hand, he can't help but think about how it'd look so pretty wrapped around his cock. it would certainly bring more relief than his fist after all this time he's spent thinking about you while stroking himself late at night.

it’s not the first time thoughts like these cloud osamu's mind, but this time he's a little less discreet about it. he stares at your hand like he wants to devour it, and you'd be a fool not to notice it.

"samu?" you call out to his faraway mind, and he snaps out of his thoughs, loosening his grip around your hand.

"right" he mumbles, clearing his throat "sorry"

"thank you" you almost whisper, if he wasn't so close to you, he probably wouldn't have heard it.

he turns and goes back to the cabinets, thinking about what you answered earlier. you'd never what? had sex? were you that uncorrupted?

it would make sense to him, and it would help ease the pain of seeing you let his brother flirt with you like he wasn't even there, but those are all selfish reasons he wants to believe, and he's too scared to ask.

apparently not scared enough.

“what were ya talkin’ about with my brother” he asks, nonchalant as ever, making your breath hitch as you turned around hesitantly.

“we were just chatting” you say, the slightest purse on your lips that tried to relieve the nervousness of the conversation.

“sorry about that” he apologizes. “he can be annoyin’ sometimes”

“oh no, he wasn’t” you lie, clenching around the table cloth you held in your hands. even if the talk had been going smoothly, you still felt on edge after the question his brother left you thinking about. “he was really friendly”

“really?” his hands find comfort in his pockets, and if you’d looked close enough, you would’ve seen the slight smirk in his lip, one that indicates how eager he is to hear what you had to say. “then why didn’ you answer his question?”

if only you knew how much it mattered to him, to know if you were a pretty untouched virgin or not. osamu miya likes to go for girls like you, college girls who look for a quick cashgrab as a part time employee, innocent little girls who unknowingly fall for his charms and next thing you know he’s ruining them with his cock.

but you feel different, you feel delicate. like a pretty piece of porcelain he might break if he continues to toy with you under his calloused hands. yet, he can’t help but think about how perfect he finds your body. perfectly ripe and ready to be filled to the brim with his seed, the perfect age to be plump and round with a child. his child.

“does it matter?”

oh, it does, especially when he pins you against the counter and grips your cheeks between his thumb and his index finger. “samu?” you ask, displaying that innocent look on your face he’d grown to hate.

“i told ya to watch yer mouth” his hands roam down your body until they grab at the back of your thighs. “now jump”

“samu i- i’ve never done anything like-“

“i said jump” hesitant with your actions, you jump and wrap your legs around his waist as he settles you on the shop counter, where he takes off your pants and runs a finger over your clothes slit.

“please” you grip his wrist and beg in hopes for him to stop, but he slaps it away, pinning them behind you with his other hand. he slides your panties down your legs and plays with your clit, circling the nub with his fingertips and watching as your expression changes from one of fear to pleasure.

“please what?” his breath shudders against your neck, where he nuzzles his head and finds comfort in your scent. he slowly inserts a finger into your hole, scanning your face and searching for any signs of discomfort, despite him practically forcing you into this position.

you’re not strong enough to answer him, too lost in the way his fingers feel inside you. you’d been too afraid to do anything by yourself, but god did it feel so good when you gave yourself up to him, slightly bucking your hips into his thrusting fingers and arching your back into his frame.

he’s fond of every little expression you make, the bite of your lips, the clench of your thighs around his hand, and the tilt of your head, willingly granting him access to the skin, all for him to mark, bite and suck. all for him to claim as his.

“d’ya like it?” he asks, putting another one of his fingers to use inside your tight walls, feeling them clench and suck his fingers back inside every time he was close to taking them out.

“yes! yes! i-i... mmh!” you can’t even finish the sentence, not only because you’re sobbing and clenching around his digits uncontrollably at the foreign yet pleasurable sensation, but also because his lips suddenly enclosed yours in a hungry kiss.

he didn’t even have to put up a fight with you, pleased to find you let him do whatever he wanted with your mouth. his tongue tangles with yours in a passionate clash of lips, until he pulls away at the feeling of your hips wildly bucking against his hand, a sign of your inevitable orgasm approaching.

“feels weird ‘samu! ‘s-‘samu please!” the implication of your sensations being new to you made his cock strained against his pants, threatening the thick fabric of his jeans to snap if he grew even harder. the tight knot in your stomach finally snaps when he curls his fingers, sending you into ecstasy as your vision blocked out and you moaned uncontrollably loud.

still, after everything, osamu hasn’t forgotten where he is, and he knows his shop isn’t a decent place to lose your virginity. so he puts you down with shaky legs and slips up your panties, catching you before your trembling thighs can treason you and make you fall.

“do ya have a car here?” he says, grabbing his keys from the counter and puts a hand on your hip, guiding you over to the door which he locks before he continues to walk to his car. the dim lighting of the parking made this the perfect spot, if he were to fuck you in his car, no one would see it. but he has self control, or at least he tells himself that.

“no, my friend usually picks me up” he hums an answer and opens the passenger door to his car.

“i live a few minutes from here” he explains “wanna come over?” he asks, fully aware that he’s taking a leap of faith and you could just refuse him. but that’s not the case, and he’s more than happy to see you hesitantly get in his car and put your bag in your lap, covering yourself as much as you can since he ‘forgot’ to give you back your shorts.

the short ride to his house is awkwardly silent, and terribly torturous. his hand had found home in your thigh, and it had only sent an ache between your legs like you’d never felt before, prompting a clench from your thighs every so often.

he wasn’t lying, he only lived ten minutes away from his shop, but the distance seemed so much longer when his lingering touch would leave you high with the need for more.

“you ready?” he asks, holding the door open for you again as he waits for you to take his hand and get out of his car. he’s quick with hoisting you up and wrapping your thighs against his hips, carrying you to his doorway and leading the way to his room. there, he gently placed you on the bed and stripped off his clothing, taking off the apron he should’ve taken off at the shop, his shirt, his pants and—

“eager?” he can see the wanting look in your eyes, he’d be a fool not to notice it. his voice only startles you out of your thoughts, enough to make you stand up and take off your shirt as well, now fully exposed to him if it weren’t for the bra covering up your tits. there’s only so much he can hold back, but right now, with those pretty puppy eyes you unintentionally give him, he just can’t help it when he takes off your bra and slightly suckles at your nipple, circling his tongue around your perky nub and watching your face warm up in embarrassment.

he takes you to his bed again, this time while he plants kisses all over your neck. he’s hungry with the way he nips and bites at the skin, leaving a trail of teeth marks that would need to be covered up in the morning. in the morning, because right now, you couldn’t be bothered to care about anything else other than the way he rutted against you.

his cock already seemed big when he hadn’t taken off his briefs, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when he slipped them off and rubbed his tip against your clit, right?

he was huge, thick tip dripping precum, with a girth that looked too big to be real, pulsing against your pussy. he positions it against your drooling hole, using your slick to lube up his tip and feeling— metal?

you sit up, leaning against your elbows to see the prince albert piercing that runs along his tip, metal jewelry threatening to slip into your pussy, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“i-it won’t fit!” you kick and shake your thighs around him, only for him to put your ankles together and fold your legs over his shoulder, pinning you down and slipping in the pierced head of his cock. you wince and gasp at the sudden stretch, silenced by his mouth clashing against yours, eagerly nipping at your bottom lip, desperate to drink in all your saccharine moans.

“good girl” he praises, slipping in inch by inch of his cock into your tight virgin walls “fuck- this tight little cunt is suckin’ me in, want ma cock princess? yeah? gonna stuff ya full of me ‘til ya can’t even speak, you’ll just be a dumb baby for me”

“hurts!” your words only drive him closer to shoving himself in one smooth thrust, but he holds back, he sees how much you struggle to take barely half of him, he wants to make this good for you to. he wants to make your first time your best time, the one you’ll remember and think about if you ever fuck another man. he wants to mold your insides to fit his cock perfectly, he wants to train you to be his perfect little girl who won’t find another way to get off if she doesn’t have his cock, he wants you to depend on him to always make you feel good.

“‘s ok princess” he leans down, folding you into a mating press as he kisses your neck and slips in the last of his cock, covered in a thin layer of white sheen. “my good girl, creamin’ around me” he mumbles against your ear while he starts a slow pace into your pussy, carefully rutting his hips into you, almost afraid he would break you. “so pretty”

“please!” you sob, tears stream down your face despite his carefulness, it would break his heart, but he can feel the way your own body betrays you, clenching around him and pulling him in for more of the delicious sensation of his cock dragging against your walls. “so big! c-can’t take it!”

“sure ya can, look” he puts a hand to your tummy, guiding you to do the same as he puts his hand over yours. there’s a small bulge, that appears and disappears whenever he thrusts in and out. “you’re takin’ it so well princess, keep yer hand right there” his other hand starts working tight circles against your clit, making you throw back your head at the sudden sensation.

“no! if you do that i-!”

“what are ya gonna do? cum? clench around my cock like yer doin’ right now every time i praise ya?” you fist the sheets to your sides, anything to relieve the aching between your legs and the tight knot that keeps forming in your stomach again.

“please don’t!” you desperately paw at his wrist, only to be slapped away and for him to increase the speed of his cock, rutting into your with more force. suddenly, the head of his piercing hits a different spot, one that left you gasping for air and arching your back against the mattress. “ah! right there- right there ‘samu!”

“yeah? you like it when i fuck ya right there?” he parrots, angling his hips at the same spot over and over, abusing it until he’s sloppily thrusting into you, on the verge of cumming and spilling all his load into you. “my pretty girl, moanin’ like a bitch in heat, all because i’m makin’ ya feel good”

“yes ‘samu! please please, please m-make me feel good! wanna cum, please!” fresh tears roll down your cheeks as you scream and beg for him, unwillingly rutting your hips against him as you cum around his cock, your high too much for your sensitive body as you whine uncontrollably when he doesn’t stop. you’re too overstimulated to say a word, gone too dumb on his cock to even realize that you’re babbling little nonsense words about how good you feel, and how much you want him.

“dumb lil’ thing” he says, giving one sharp, final thrust before he empties his load between your legs, deep inside you, careful not to move you too much in fear of his cum spilling out of your clenching hole.

he’s right, you are a dumb little thing, because as soon as he pulls out you’re desperately bucking your hips, blindly searching for him in hope he would fill up the sudden emptiness in your pussy, unintentionally spilling all his hard work between your thighs.

“no!” he grunts, slapping your thigh and grounding you to the mattress as you wince in pain, dark color blossoming at the skin where he’d placed the spank. “look what you’ve done, bad fuckin’ girl” he says, the sudden tone shift sends a tinge of fear all over your body, and you’re reduced to nothing but a kin to a stray puppy, a terrible look of guilt in your eyes, even if you don’t realize what you’ve done wrong.

“look at the mess you made” he mumbles, flipping you over and placing ass up “now i’m gonna have to fill ya up all over again”

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years

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Rest Your Weary Hands Part 6

Pure angst, it just pure angst. The post migraine hyperactivity has hit hard, I've literally done six days worth of stuff in one afternoon, so my four day timeline is gone and you get the chapter dump today.

Part 5

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Contains: Ivar being a hopeless idiot, angst, hurt (the comfort will be in the next chapter), YELLING, Ivar's Brothers think he a hopeless idiot, gambling addiction, Ivar get held accountable for being a dick.

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Queen Aslaug walks into your little Healers store with one request, help her son. Said to be blessed by the gods, you find your life becoming more and more intertwined with the young prince as you do your best to ease his pain. It will soon be apparent that outside forces have other ideas.

"I would like you to stay here in Kattegat with my family and me, I see no reason for you to go back to your village. You can treat your patients here, I'm sure Mother would be happy to give you the best stall in the market."

Oh no

You had no idea how to respond, as much as you wanted to stay, you had responsibilities at home, ones that you couldn't just put down. You knew you couldn't tell Ivar, Ubbe was reasonable and understood how precarious your situation was but Ivar had a reputation; you knew his anger would never be directed at you but you knew he was prone to extreme violence.

"As much as I would love to, I can't. My village is farmers and craftsmen, they need me there, most of them can't travel two hours to see me." Ivar wasn't listening.

"You won't have to charge them, Mother will pay you enough to live comfortably so you can treat people for free." You tried not to let the out of touch comment get to you.

"There are also very sick people who need me, some little children. I need to be there for them at a moment's notice." Ivar wasn't even looking at you now.

"Why do you keep finding excuses, if you don't want to stay, just say so!." You were getting frustrated.

"It's not that simple Ivar. Of course I want to stay, I have to go, I have a duty. I'm sorry Ivar, but you live an easy life in terms of obligations, your responsibility to the people of Kattegat is different to mine, I can't explain why." He was now standing at his full height, leaning up against the far wall.

"Then go." he waved at you dismissively.

"If you have so many people to take care of you should go, I don't need you anymore." You weren't going to cry in front of this man, not after the way he was speaking to you.

"Ivar, please. Just let it go, I'll still come and stay and you can see me whenever you like, I just can't stay forever." He was pacing now.

"I don't care, I don't want you here anymore. Get out, I don't want to see you ever again." You were standing there stunned.

"Now, pack you things and leave." He was being unreasonable.

"You want to pack up and leave in the middle of the night, ride back in this cold?" It was like you weren't even in the room.

You started packing right away, Ivar was glaring at you the whole time. It was very early morning when you were done.

"I'm sorry My Prince, I'll be sure you'll never have to see me again." He met your eyes, it was like he was staring into your soul.

"Good, I hate you."

If you only knew how much of a lie that was.

When you walked out, Aslaug was waiting for you. She looked deep in thought.

"I have told my Sons to stay in their room while we speak, I will not keep you here but I just want to talk before you leave." You stopped walking but made no move to sit down.

"I'll make sure Ivar gets the care he needs, don't worry. I just won't be the person who does it." You took your payment out of your satchel.

"Consider this a refund and a fee for ending my services, I am grateful for my time with you and your family." she was looking worried now.

"You don't need to go, give Ivar until the morning and he will see reason." She saw your shoulder sag.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Ivar made it clear that he never wants to see me again." You left without another word.

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No one looked at Ivar when he walked out for breakfast, no one spoke to him or even acknowledged he was in the room.

"Are your proud of yourself Boneless?" Sigurd was the first to speak, Ivar didn't respond.

"You should be ashamed of your behaviour" Ubee sounded so angry, it was clear there was something on his mind.

"Why? She was no longer useful, why should Mother still have to pay for her services."

"If she was no longer helpful, why did you ask her to stay forever?" Ivar rolled his eyes.

"She had a good reason to leave Ivar, maybe if you actually took the time to talk to her like a person, you would know it." no one missed the subtle insult.

"What is that? Her duty to the peasants she cares for?" Aslaug hadn't said a word. Ubbe snapped.

"No Ivar, her father owes three pounds of gold to the debt collectors. When she started working for us he got even more coin and got so far into debt that he sold her store as collateral, if he can't pay them off it becomes her debt."

Aslaug and Hvitserk shared a look.

"Not anymore, it's been paid." Hvitserk's attention never left his plate.

"She will be back, don't worry. The Gods are not done yet." Aslaug seemed so sure.

Ivar looked like his world was falling in on him.

'Why has she never done anything about it? We know she can protect herself."

"Her Father told her he has contingencies, if anything happens to him she will be blamed. Ubbe's tone was short, almost hopeless.

Ivar was up and walking towards the door. All he could think was what a terrible mistake he had made.

He didn't hate you, quite the opposite.

"I have to go and get her, I......"

Crash

A raven had flung itself through a half-open window and landed on the floor. Ivar gave it a glance before continuing to walk towards the door, the raven shook itself off and flew at Ivar, landing on his crutch. He tried to shake it off but it wouldn't move.

He chose to ignore the bird and keep walking, but when he took a step, it dug its beak into this hand.

"Ivar the Gods are telling you to wait, sit down and enjoy your meal, you'll know when it time."

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You chose to ride home slowly, fearful that galloping the cold and damp would cause your horse to slip. It was just after dawn when you got home, you could see people in your store, sitting at the table drinking and talking, but only your Father's face was visible.

When you walked in the door, it became clear who your guests were.

Earl Knut and his Son, who was looking at you like he want to tare you open and bathe in your insides.

Part 7

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1tad0ri · 3 years

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hiii. can i request a rough nsfw with sukuna where he's so frustrated with jujutsu sorcerers that he decided to unleash those said frustrations on the reader? like he just won't stop until he release all the stress inside him— kshjsch i feel like sukuna would do that 😳 he'll be rough all night long

warning: degradation, choking, breath play, very mild pain kink, hate fucking

ryoumen sukuna x fem!reader

i feel the same way so thank you, i’m going to be thinking about this for a long time

“you know, i really thought you’d put up more of a fight.”

the grip he had on your neck was bruising, but certainly a lot looser than you thought the king of curses would be. your hands clawed at him nonetheless, although the whole current concept of being shoved against the wall of your bedroom wasn’t exactly something you were complaining about.

the three impatient raps at your door earlier had you rolling out of bed, wanting to sleep after your latest mission. you’d thought it was yuuji, hungry for your warmth, but when you unlocked the door, rubbing your eyes and stifling a yawn, you’d been unceremoniously shoved backwards, the wind knocked out of you when your back met the wall. the glint of tattoos on a familiar face in the moonlight coming from your window told you all you needed to know.

sukuna watched you curiously and then his sickening grin was back, fingers squeezing a little harder. you gasped, stretching your neck away. “what? not going to answer?” he sneered, “maybe you all really are the same. scared little fucking sorcerers.” he leaned closer, breath fanning across your face. “isn’t that fucking stupid? you’re all a bunch of scaredy cats, aren’t you?” he pouted mockingly when he spat out the name. his lips were so close, if you just tilted forward—

no. whatever morbid fascination you harbored towards him didn’t change the fact he was... well... him. you stood your ground, leaning forward to bump your nose against his, your own scowl evident. “you can’t do anything, sukuna. once we find all the—”

“all my fingers you mean? the ones you can’t destroy on your own so you have to come up with some little plan to get rid of me?” he laughed bitterly in your face and you bit your lip, trying to calm your fury before you did something you’d regret. “it’s all the same. you’re scared of me. you don’t have the upperhand. never will,” he whispered at the end.

“i’m not scared of you.” your thoughts tumbled out of your mouth plainly without a second of hesitation, but the tilt of his head in question, his forehead brushing against yours, made you think that perhaps telling the truth around him was a very bad idea.

it was dark, hard to see his face, but god he was so close. “yeah? what are you then?”

good question. wait, no, bad question. bad, very bad, because you already knew the answer to it. or... did you? vocal chords at a stand still, there was no way to verbalize what you felt.

“hurry up, brat.” sukuna tightened his grip on your neck before loosening it just the smallest bit so you could speak. “i don’t have all day. how do you feel then? you with your little human emotions.”

words... what are the words. it turns out staring down a literal demon king in the eyes wasn’t the optimal place to think. “i... i don’t know.” your voice was small, unsure, lying.

the staring contest, backed by deafening silence, continued for a mere beat longer as you regarded each other with quiet contemplation. you could just barely make out his eyes and the curve of his lips, parted slightly. his breath was warm.

you couldn’t take it anymore and it seemed like he couldn’t either—you both automatically tilted your heads, lips pressing against each other easily, eyes falling shut. mouths sliding against the other, he gently pushed your head back to hit the wall, tongues running over one another. it was slow, hot, and you decided you should probably thank yuuji for keeping his lips so soft.

sukuna sucked your bottom lip between his own and your hands fell away from his grip on your neck to pull him closer by the front of his shirt (he hadn’t ripped it apart yet, an impressive feat). his leg slipped between your own, and you pushed down on it with your hips, the friction making you open your mouth further to him, something enticing about the fact he was a very good kisser.

but then it was like a switch flipped and his hold on your neck tightened once again. “what... what am i doing,” you thought he mumbled, voice hoarse (then again, your brain wasn’t exactly listening when you were busy making out with someone like him), kiss faltering for a brief moment. his lips curled into a frown, disdainful.

shoving you further into the wall as he pushed against you with his mouth, sukuna was all sharp teeth and rough lips now, swallowing up your whimpers, nothing soothing about it like his previous actions.

“i fucking hate you,” he spat, his hand abandoned your neck and moved up to squish your cheeks together, finding satisfaction in the way your lips puckering out, barely able to move. “do you hear me? i hate all of you.”

“the feeling’s mutual,” you mumbled around his grip, hazy from the kiss but knowing what you stood for, fury evident in your eyes and furrowed brows. he was the enemy. and you were... you. and... and...

you were met with a bitter laugh, your stomach curling into knots at the sound. you hadn’t noticed his free hand tugging at your waistband until it was too late, his hand slipping in and wasting no time running two fingers harshly against your soaking folds. “why are you dripping wet then? a slut and a liar?”

“fuck off,” you mumbled again, a lot quieter this time, face burning hot from embarrassment.

“i’ll fuck off when you stop acting like you want to fuck me.”

his words made you straightened up. “i- i’m not—”

“you’re not acting? mmm,” sukuna let go of your cheeks just enough that he could properly kiss you, tongue forcing it’s way past your lips, “of course you’re not. of course.” he was mocking you and you couldn’t say anything.

a finger pushed into your heat and you bit down on his lip in surprise, although the pain only seemed to spur him on further, a second finger easily shoving its way in next to the first. curling, pushing, rubbing against that sensitive, spongy spot inside of you, sukuna’s fingers had your legs shaking, the knee he still had pressed between them the only thing keeping you up at this rate. the grip on your face as he hummed against your mouth prevented you from avoiding eye contact with him, lips wet as he disregarded any type of mess he was making.

he was everywhere at once and you felt trapped. hot—it was too hot, your body was burning.

“su- ku... n... a,” his name came out garbled between the onslaught of your face being squished together and the sloppy kisses he pressed into you at irregular intervals. when his thumb rubbed against your clit as the two fingers continued to pump in and out, you gripped his shirt so hard you were sure you would rip it this time. “too... mmm,” a kiss that was more tongue than lip cut you off and you weren’t even sure if he heard you as you choked out the next words, “mmm, hah— much, suku—”

at once he released you, almost letting you drop to the floor, but you were able to just barely steady yourself against the wall in time. sukuna stepped back and away from your shaking form. you were gasping, lungs burning.

“w...why did you—”

“i can listen you know.” you could practically feel his eye roll from his dripping tone, even if you weren’t looking at him. “‘too much.’” he laughed as he mocked you. “more like you’re too weak.”

you were thankful he actually seemed to have a brain, but still— “you’re an idiot.” fuck, your lungs hurt, the retort scraping against the walls of them. he was good. it had been a while since anyone had left your head spinning like that.

sukuna flicked a hand dismissively. “‘an idiot’ who’s giving you a chance to breathe, you brat.” he decided to ignore the name for now, thankfully for you (although you didn’t exactly see it that way).

you couldn’t choke out another snarky response and simply focused on clearing your head. he gave you a chance to think and once you seemed clear-minded, he wasted no further time.

“bed.”

you blinked, eyes bleary, peering up at him from where you bent over, trying to catch your breath. “w...what?”

“on the bed. now.” he shoved his hands into his pockets, watching you blankly as you regained your senses. “unless you want me to fuck you on the floor?”

“no...” god, what was with you? or rather... what was with him? the ache in your core answered your question, your cunt feeling so empty now—he hadn’t even bothered to let you cum and you already wanted his fingers stuffed back into you. he was irresistible—you felt stupid even having the thought.

sukuna’s eyes narrowed, close to shoving you to the ground to finish what he started but exercising restraint for your sake. you’d need it. “i’m being nice and giving you a chance to get comfortable on your stupid bed, you idiot. go. now.” he was getting tired of repeating himself.

the last few snarky words and your own desire for him actually had you moving this time, climbing up onto the bed a few steps away and settling uncertainly onto the covers. you went to look up for further instructions but he was already on you, both of you tumbling back onto the mattress as he practically shoved his tongue down your throat, hands pushing up and under your shirt to squeeze your tits.

“take this off.”

you automatically pulled at the hem of the flimsy t-shirt at his command, sukuna giving you just enough room to get it over your head, and then his teeth were on your exposed breasts, marking them up. your fingers threaded through his hair, his head moving under your touch as you watched his mouth work with half-lidded eyes.

you didn’t think you’d be able to change in front of anyone any time soon, already knowing the blossoming colors of bruises would be apparent the next morning. reminder to self: cancel your upcoming shopping trip with nobara; the dressing rooms with her would surely be a disaster if he kept this up.

“who’s are these?” his grip was rough when he cupped your breasts, squeezing.

you immediately knew the answer he was looking for, all too eager to hand it over. “yours. fuck, they’re all yours.” your hands ran through his hair, urging him to continue his onslaught on the previously unmarked skin.

sukuna laughed, thumbing your nipples, giving one of them a light lick that made you squirm. “you’re more obedient than i thought you’d be.” he pinched the buds, rolling them between his fingers as you squeezed your eyes closed, gasping at the pain. “but that’s enough of that.” your eyes snapped open, about to ask him what the fuck he meant by that, but he was already setting to work.

his fingers hooked around your sleeping bottoms and pulled them down with your underwear, the night air cold against your damp lips. you rubbed your thighs together but his hands on your knees forced them apart as he peered down at you. you felt so exposed under his hungry gaze, entirely bare for him to see while he was still dressed. unfair.

“wanna see. don’t close them,” was his short, clipped explanation as he kept your legs spread. one hand on your knee, sukuna brought the fingers of his other to run along your folds again just as he had done before, except this time he could actaully see how you quivered under him, cunt glistening and dripping. he slipped two fingers to run between the folds and then popped them in his mouth, sucking the slick from his fingers and maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. you couldn’t look away.

he hummed, content as he licked the last bit off of the tips. “you don’t taste bad for a slut.”

all the focus was on you, him criticizing everything little thing you did, and you were a mess because of it. not even a chance to run your hands over his chest? unacceptable. you pointedly ignored his comment, pining after some form of a reward instead. “at least take your shirt off. thought you hated those things.” the clothing ratio here was starting to grate on your nerves.

sukuna rolled his eyes but crossed his arms over his chest to grab ahold of the sides of his fitted t-shirt and tug it over his head. you watched, mouth watering at the sight—the moon provided excellent illumination for the scene, his body revealed inch by painstaking inch as he disposed of the fabric. god, he was so hot. you hated it.

muscles on display, sukuna raised an eyebrow at you as though he were asking, happy now? your silent reply came when you reached up to run your hands over the dips of his abs, his chest solid and tattoos curling over the surface.

“that’s better.” you made a show of your gaze tracing over the surface before looking up at him, smiling to yourself. “surprised you didn’t just rip it off.”

sukuna simply scoffed and swatted your hand away, moving from between your legs so he could work off his pants and kick them off to the side.

“knew you’d like to see me take it off properly,” he answered at last, back to you as he wiggled out of his boxers finally and chucked them off the foot of the bed. you didn’t get much time to admire his flexing back muscles before he was on you again, settling between your legs like he knew he belonged there (you weren’t sure you could argue with that point).

he pumped his cock, grabbing one of your legs and pushing it back. precum leaked from his tip, length already fully hard, and sukuna was enjoying your gaze on him maybe a little too much. leg shoved back and in the air, you whimpered when he rubbed the head along you. you didn’t need prep after being fucked by his fingers earlier you supposed and you weren’t sure you’d even be patient enough to sit through him stretching you out any further with anything but his dick.

you wanted to feel it yourself and so you reached a hand out to wrap around the base, captivated by how he watched you as you thumbed the slit, breathing heavy but not saying anything, letting you do what you wanted.

you wanted it in you so badly.

when he opened his mouth in question, eyes flitting up to yours, you were quick to cut him off, already knowing what he was going to ask. “yes, i’m sure.” you didn’t know curses could actually be compassionate, and it was cute when his jaw locked hard at your confirmation and he nodded, shifting his gaze back to your hand.

you released his cock and sukuna set back to lining it up with you, grip on your leg locking the limb in place. you shivered under his hold and he grunted when the head nudged your entrance, slowly pushing in.

“fuck. take it. take it all in. fucking slut.” he sunk fully in in one motion, the pace enough not to have you screaming out at the stretch but making your breath catch in your throat all the same. “yes, just like that. a good bitch, that’s what you are, aren’t you? look at you.”

you didn’t even know what to think at this point, a shaky resemblance to his name tumbling from you, more so a moan than actual talking. you could feel him everywhere—so full, so overwhelmingly full.

shoving your leg back further until it was almost painful, cock bottomed out in you, sukuna snapped his fingers in front of your face. “i asked you a question, brat. or are you already too fucked out of your mind to answer?”

you couldn’t breathe, head heavy, and tried to nod in confirmation as you struggled to puzzle through his words, but then you shook your head to answer no—god, you were confused. what was the right answer? what was happening?

maybe you really were already too fucked out of your mind. you vaguely recalled his words from earlier and were able to form a somewhat coherent response. “a good bitch... yes, i a- wait.” what were you saying? first you let him fuck you and now you’re openly submitting to him? the curse that had nearly cost you and your friends your lives countless times?

pride wouldn’t let you go along with his little game even as your dripping pussy told a different story. “i’m not anything to you.”

sukuna scoffed, hips grinding into you as he leaned over you, hooking both of your legs over his shoulders and pressing them back, close to your head. “and here i thought we were actually starting to get along.” a mirthless laugh left him, both of you eye-to-eye now where you lay.

fire burning in your eyes, you were very much reminded why you hated him so much. a self-obsessed asshole was what he was. “i’m not exactly looking to be friends with the king of curses, you idiot.”

“but look at you now. you wanted this.” he licked a stripe up the side of your neck, pausing at the base of your jaw to grin and press a sweet kiss to the area. you shivered and your hands found his shoulders to grip onto. he wasn’t wrong about the wanting it part—the amount of times you’d fantasized about exactly this was concerning. “i wonder what would happen if your little friends knew about how you really felt. what’s that term you like to use? ‘fraternizing with the enemy?’”

sukuna laughed again when your expression fell, face hot at the reminder of the others. “i suppose this is considered a bit more than mere fraternizing though, hm?” he continued, smiling and kissing your cheek.

whatever. no one would find out anyway. expect... expect maybe... yuuji—what had happened to him anyway for this to happen? knowing him, he’d probably been too tired after the last mission and sukuna had easily switched in—the same mission that seemed to have set sukuna even further along in his fury against jujutsu sorcerers this night.

you weren’t dating yuuji per say (it was... complicated), so your qualms when it came to fucking the curse possessing him were... minimal to say the least. you wouldn’t have done it if you were already taken, couldn’t have done that to yuuji, sweet as he was. but even in spite of all that, sukuna was right... this whole thing was so... no, don’t think about it.

you didn’t care either way (...maybe)—you couldn’t let his words get to you.

“just move already.”

you heard him grumble, annoyed, and he propped himself up to hover above your face. “i was giving you time to adjust. you’re so ungrateful.”

and with that, sukuna snapped his hips into yours without another moment of hesitation and you dug your nails into his back, mouth open in a silent scream because fuck.

“ungrateful fucking brat.”

“more,” your voice was hoarse, focus narrowing in only on the way he was fucking you.

you weren’t sure if it was your words or his own desire that spurred him on, but he set a bruising pace from the start, the places where your hips met hurting every time he rammed back into you. he was marking up your neck, the area already feeling sensitive and oh-so overabused, yet you not wanting to tell him to stop.

sukuna’s hand wrapped around your neck again, the feeling familiar now and you clenched around him at the sensation, him growling when you did so. the slight squeeze of his fingers had you seeing stars, the light-headed feeling going straight to your building arousal.

just like before, his hand traveled up to squeeze your cheeks and he was hovering over your mouth again, lips brushing against your own from the momentum of his thrusts. “let me kiss you again.” sukuna’s eyes were dark, unreadable.

you were quick to act at that, not letting him lean down, but rather craning your neck up to latch onto him, moaning as your mouth fell open for him to push his tongue in. his hand released your face to travel down to tweak at your nipples and grip your breasts again, other hand holding your leg steady against him. “filthy fucking slut.” he forced the words into your mouth, speaking around your lips that kept chasing after him. “fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

sukuna’s attention returned to your neck, leaving you to gasp into the air and missing his warmth against your face. when his thumb found your clit, your breath hitched and you knew you so close to coming undone. the rubbing of his cock against just the right spots inside of you, filling you so wholly was not helping.

“su...kuna, please, i’m gonna—” you were babbling, chest heavy when his teeth sank into your shoulder, stinging. his wet kiss on the area was cooling, the contrast making your head tilt further back, wanting to give him easy access to whatever he wanted.

“i’ve got you.” he was whispering against the wet skin, voice low with his pants, and you shivered, digging your nails into his back even more. “come on, brat, you want to cum for me, don’t you?” yes, you did. the stretch, his hands everywhere at once, his scraping lips—yes, you wanted to let everything go.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” you let yourself come undone, heat filling your chest. everything was him—that’s all you knew in this state.

“look at you, creaming all over my cock. god, you’re so pretty. pretty little slut.” the words just kept flowing as he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own release.

when he finally came, your hole was aching, abused, the sound of skin against skin the only thing you could focus on, mind cloudy. his cum was hot and filling when it spilled into you, your stomach doing summersualts at the feeling. his pace gradually began to slow, the sopping sound of him fucking his cum into you as he rode out his own high the only sound besides your ragged breaths. when he eventually stopped, he was leaning over you, sweaty foreheads pressed together, and he pushed one final bruising kiss to your lips that you gladly returned.

you were panting, chest rising and falling unevenly. “fuck, oh my god.” you reached up pull him back into another kiss, needing something to hold onto. it was an easy kiss, no thought going into its form, just knowing that lips were meant to be on each other and slotted together. his lips were so soft, and his fingers along your side were so soft, and his chest against yours was so soft and you were absolutely lost to everything.

sukuna finally pulled back to let you breath, knowing you were probably stupid enough to just keep pulling him in more and more and ignoring your lung capacity until the very last second unless he stopped you.

chests heaving, you stared at each other and he brought a thumb up to rub at your swollen lips. you flicked your tongue out to lick at the digit playfully and smiled. a laugh bubbled out of you and he returned the grin, his own deep chuckle vibrating through you where you were still pressed against each other.

it was laughing that you moved to push him to roll off of you. “oh my god, i can’t believe we just-” the hand that gripped your wrist, your own hands still planted on his chest, stopped you immediately. his smile had morphed back into one that was anything but sweet.

you were suddenly aware of the ache in your legs where they were still pressed over his shoulders and the dull throbbing of your pussy as it begged for a break, him still not having pulled out—the look on his face told you that you wouldn’t be getting a break from those sensations any time soon.

“who said we’re done?” his teeth glinted in the moonlight and god the line was so cliche and he must’ve known you’d hate it so much. what you hated even more was the throb in your core at his words despite all that. “wanted to cum in you at least once, but your tits-” he paused to squeeze one of them for emphasis, “are looking a little too clean.” body covered in sweat and marks all over your chest from his handiwork made you think clean wasn’t exactly the correct description, although you understood his sentiment.

surprise ridden expression falling away, you rose to meet his challenge, your own grin reflecting back. how would it feel when he came on your stomach, on your face, on your ass—anywhere and everywhere? would it be the same feeling as before when he’d spilled inside of you? (would you get to taste it?)

the thought was horrible, you knew, but the trickle of white out of your hole around his cock and dripping onto the sheets made you think maybe it was okay to be horrible for once.

“do your worst, king.”

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