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Varka x gn!reader

VARKA RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

fluff fluff fluff! reader & varka are married here. tried my best to grasp on his character with the very little info on him and 4 leaked voicelines of his, i hope I did him justice >< ! there's also use of german terms of endearment I hope i used them correctly, do correct me if I am wrong!

NOTE: well! I'm back...? this new genshin lore update has brought me not only back into the game, but back to writing and having fun doing so! I ABSOLUTELY LOVE VARKAS REVEAL !! And alice too?? omg ^^

♡ his love language is physical affection and gift giving

physical affection: after many expeditions, or his month long adventures all Varka wants to do is to find comfort in your embrace. he loves— no relishes in any type of touch you give him. more significantly he loves it every time you hold his face, or caress his cheek with the palm of your soft hands that are ever so contrasting to his own. the gentle nature you drown him allows him to feel a little more human, and forget the grandoise position that places him on a pedastal everyday.

don't get him wrong, he loves his position. but he loves being in your care and warmness a little bit more. you keep him grounded, and have made him realize he could experience the same things the other citizens in mondstat do as well. yes he may be gone for far too long, but the fact that you wait and grace him in your love every time he comes back, boosts his confidence and flutters his heart every moment.

♡ gift giving: it comes well expected from a well seasoned adventurer such as him. especially with his long and far away travels, any time he walks past a stall, a merchant, or a shopping district he will always stop and take a peak.

Varka will find little trinkets, handmade toys, or cultural pieces from the other nations that he knows will pique your interest. he'll sit there ponder and excitedly swarm the other knights of favonious that are alongside him with questions of whether they think you'll like the gift or not.

sometimes he will even buy things that remind him of you, such as a cute little animal craft that looks like you. he'd hold onto it dearly on his expeditions, and when he returns he would joyfully explain the story of him aquiring it all while adding flirtatious remarks to how cute and akin you are to the new gift.

◇ Terms of Endearment

What he calls you: Honey, beautiful, sweetheart, darling — german terms of endearment: schatz (treasure), schatzi (little treasure)

What you call him: Var, honey, big puppy, love, sweetie

"this reminded me of you honey! I saw it while waiting to meet with the pyro archon during my travels, and I just had to get it!"

the tall golden retriever man that you call your husband was excitedly explaining his new little trinket as he handed it over to you. His large muscular build would never mask the imaginary tail that was clearly wagging as his eyes glew in your presence as you admired the new gift.

it was a small little flower pot handmade from the nation of war itself. it was decored in a beautiful pattern of designs that have clearly symbolized so many aspects that made you, you. and despite how small, or how simple this gift was, the fact that he thought of you, took his time despite one of his most important expeditions...he still had you on his mind.

"Var this is...beautiful. This would go greatly with the fresh flowers I recently bought from Donna!" You quickly turned around in the house you both shared, already on the search for said flowers. Varkas calloused hands that had gently rested on both sides of your arms, had now crossed over his chest as he watched you in complete adoration of you admiring your new souvenir. it was moments like these that made him proud, that the time and effort—and absolute suffering of finding the perfect gift for you—had resulted in the achievement of seeing you smile so sweetly.

when Varka is home he will find every excuse to not go to the knights of favonious headquarters for the first 3 days of his arrival. Which is crucial period of him to resume back to his duties and attend the many handful of meetings that demand of him to debrief his recent expedition along with ensuring headquarters are in order.

he will literally follow you around and whine like a hurt puppy. Varka will sarcastically cry that you have "lost all care for him" while you tell him he should go to headquarters before hes off schedule.

"darling this is unfair! I was on a 2 week expedition and the last thing I wanna do right now is debrief it with 15 other people at 10 o'clock at night, when I just got home and can instead spend my first day back in the arms and beauty of my lovely spouse~" he chases behind you after throwing his long coat over a chair putting his large arms painted in the moments of virtuous brawl on display. he knows that's your greatest weakness, and he will only pull the visual flirt card when he really really needs your attention.

you were finishing up the late dinner you prepared for your puppy husband, however before you could even proceed to walking over and getting utensils, varka is spinning you around and pinning you against the countertop.

"i missed you sweetheart." his playful tone is replaced with one of grace and yearning. his one hand finds itself caressing your cheek as he compels you too look up at his icy blues. his thumb despite a little rough, still feels smooth against your face, its endearing and makes you melt beneath him. it has you wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him just a little closer that your noses touch a slight.

"I missed you too honey. I just didn't want you to forget or miss any important details for that debriefment while you're still fresh out an expedition. you are quite the important man you know?" you tease. a small smile glints your face while you bring a hand out of your embracement to poke him in the nose, which has him giggle in your little antic.

"well i'll have you know this important man you speak of has a very good retainment of memory, despite my age. and I think I have someone far more important that requires my attention." he leans closer, grabbing your hand and encasing it in his large one. the distance is so close you were expecting him to kiss you, only for him to poke you on the nose back with his index from the same hand that held yours.

"you."

Varka is unapologetically in love with you. he will show you off in front of all of mondstat to see. will steal quick kisses, or on your walk back to headquarters he'll kiss the back of your hand with a soft smile in front of all the knights to see.

he completely folds when you run up and hug him when he arrives back from his long journeys. the image of you running past all the citizens, and beelining it straight towards him with the biggest face of joy makes his heart do little jumps. when your in his arms he'll of course pick you up and spin you around with booming laughter, before he settles you down so your feet are on pavement again and he'll give you the most yearnful kiss ever. lips molding into each other with such ease even if he was gone for so long.

the taste, the touch, the smell, and the image of you will forever be imprinted in his mind. he could never have enough of you. his hands have held your face in so much earnest as he kisses you a little more passionately. only then do you pull away out of the embarassment that you realize you were both still in front of many citizens of mondstat.

"god you don't know how much I missed you schatzi."

a smaller, quick kiss on your forehead is placed as you look up at him with so much adoration. the tips of your fingers caress the lasting scars on his face, and rub against the slight stubble he grew while away.

"being gone for 2 months is a crime grand master. leaving me all alone in mondstat with your paperwork while you travel the ins and outs of teyvat?" whenever Varka left mondstat, Jean would take on his responsiblities as always, but you would always be there to aid here to help lessen her load from the demands of being acting grand master. he chuckles lightly at your remark, his arms finding solace around your waist as the wind blows around you both. it mutes the other voices around him, as he looks at you with nothing but love.

"i'm sorry darling duty calls as you know it, and you know how I get distracted on my trave- wait! how about you join me on my expedition to inazuma! I have to quickly stop by an‐"

"Only if you promise not to frolic so much on the boat!"

"Really?!?"

"Yes you big puppy, i'll come with you on this one. it gets a little boring here you know?"

at this point you both began walking your way home, hand in hand as Varka begins to talk about his new encounters from his recent adventures. moments like these, are moments you both live for.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ — © svtcrus 07.24.25 . Please refrain from reposting my works outside of tumblr. Please do not plagiarize / copy, use, or modify my works either.

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jjk manga has me so sad

"Dear future kids, fortunately I have met your mother. Unfortunately we will be embarrassing you daily."

Gojo Satoru laughed on the screen as he steadied the phone, and you were hanging off his arm. A bright smile on your lips.

Your youngest kid pressed the replay button.

"Dear future kids, fortunately I have met your mother. Unfortunately we will be embarrassing you daily."

He pressed it again after the video played all the way through.

"Dear future kids, fortunately I have met your mother. Unfortunately we will be embarrassing you daily."

Again-

"Stop that."

Your eldest snatched up the phone from his younger brother's grasp.

"H- hey! Give that back! Give that back to me!"

"Mom and dad died in Shibuya. So, no matter how many times you watch these stupid videos, they aren't coming back."

His little brother's lips quivered, "j- just give it back."

He looked down at him for a moment before heaving a sigh. And ever so slowly, he sat down next to him on the couch and held the phone up for the both of them.

The replay button was pressed again.

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───── `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 BABY LOVE ME EVENT SERIES

FORBIDDEN ; WRIOTHESLEY X AFAB!Reader

warning : office sex, slight degradation, ass slapping, not proofread (i apologize, i tried getting this done as fast as i could), just smutty so MDNI

synopsis : you and his grace have formed quite the bond. a bond that isn't quite typical between a boss and his secretary.

who would've thought, you're caught up in the handcuffs of the warden, the duke himself. you were–trying at least–playing a joke on him, to liven up the gloominess that's sought all over the fortress.

such a harmless joke really. yet wriothesley himself decided to take this joke into his own hands and twist it all around.

you had simply just wanted to tease him a slight, you wanted to see how much of a rise you could get out of him despite your willful obedience.

so you took it upon yourself to wear a flaring skirt instead of the your usual skin tight leggings–which wriothesley has secretly grown to adore– it was quite humid and hot in the fortress anyways. perhaps you would talk to him about the fortress's air conditioning.

"your grace, the fortress feels quite warm today doesn't it? the temperature felt quite different that-"

the duke in question had raised his head, eyes widening at your change of look. your half assed explanation is slowly fading in his head, for those dark eyes of his began to trace every curve of your body.

archons. he shouldn't. this is clearly forbidden. you're his secretary, and he's your boss, the duke. this is so... wrong?

having formed quite the formidable friendship with the duke was something inevitable. he had recently thought of having an aide to assist him on more serious matters, especially after the incident with the primordial water.

so now here you were, 6 months into the job and having formed quite a tight knit bond with his grace. however today, didn't seem to be quite gracefu and instead lustful to your situation.

"you're quite the slut aren't you?" large calloused hands are rubbing against your sides, said duke has you stuck on his lap. skirt pulled up revealing your behind for everyone to see if they were to walk in.

"acting all innocent, when really you're the most guiltiest person out there. and in front of me?... how bold." plump ass on his growing bulge is all for him to see. black lace panties too? gosh, he feels like the luckiest man alive.

such a view causes his breath to hitch with bitten lips, meanwhile you sat atop of him. your hands holding up your skirt as your cheeks burn red. his own are feeling you up... until you were squeaking with a whine. his palm hits you out of reality, and you can't help but to hold yourself up on the edge of his death.

this reaction he gets from you has him blooming with pride. only he can make you this way. only he should be the one to have you twist and bend the rules that one should oh so be obediently obeying.

"sweetheart, do you really want to do this?" pulling you back onto his chest, holding by your waist. a man so cold has never felt ever more warmer against you.

he's whispering into your ear, and now both your hot breaths that speak of anticipation can be heard more clearly between the two of you. god, you want him so badly

"m'please wrio... I've never wanted something as bad as this... please." and that's all he needed before he's pounding into you on his big desk. quills and pens thrown, all scattered around indicating the feverent lust that is happening in his very office. anyone could come in at any moment. heavens even poor sigewinne could witness the absolute debauchery you were both comitting. yet at the same time such rational thoughts have been clouded by your irrational need for wriothesley.

"m'fuck..! wrio—! too much!" you're gripping aimlessely at something, anything, to pace yourself with wriothesleys pounding rhythm. he's addicted, fully hooked on you. the way your walls squeeze around him and how beautiful moans you let out as he enters you, the sound of skin against skin echoing in his office. he's completely high off of you.

"hold it sweetie, because I'm not done with you yet— fuck!" wrio is bending down, placing needy kisses along your nape and shoulders. his grip on your waist is tighter, your cries and pleas only getting louder. the thought of being quiet completely out the door.

"mm– wrio i'm gonna–!" your head is practically digging into the table, wriothesleys pace seems to only have gotten more forceful. you can feel the knot tying inside, and with one more thrust you cry from the euphoria of your release.

scarred, muscular arms wrap around your body tightly. the deep grunt from wrio vibrates against your back. you both stay like this for a few moments, the sound of your hot panting being the only sound in the room.

yet before you could even exhale one more time, you're flipped around so that your now eye to eye with the duke. and his gaze has only gotten darker.

"your grac-?" before you can even protest, it's replaced with another moan. you're biting your lip again, and your hands instinctively wrap themselves around him.

"i told you sweetheart. i'm not done with you."

@svtcrus || 07.11.24 ; baby love me event

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CUTE🥹

"hmm, is it green apple?"

you giggle in his arms, shaking your head no and smile as he leans down to press another kiss on your lips.

the past fifteen minutes had been spent trapped under his arms while he kisses your plump, flavourful, lips. it started out when you put on some chapstick and he asks for some. you knew that this was his way of getting a kiss, but when his lips press against yours the flavor is different than your normal vanilla, its fruitier. "what flavor is that?" he asks, pulling you closer to him to plant another kiss on your lips, "berry?"

"no" you say smiling as you await his actions. hoping that he does exactly what you expect him too.

and he falls into your trap. the next fifteen minutes are spent with his lips on yours as he guesses what flavor it could be. strawberry? mango? pineapple?

all no.

at this point all he could taste was his own spit on your lips. completely kissed away all the chapstick that coated your lips. he breaks the last kiss with a whine.

"y/n put some more on, i can't taste it anymore." he loosens his grip on your body as you shift underneath him to find the chapstick in your pocket.

"close your eyes, i dont want you to see the label." you tell him and he obliges, squeezing his eyes shut in a childish manner as you apply the chapstick on your lips.

once you're done you toss the tube away, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down, he's smiling. his lips press against yours yet again but this time it's different. the kiss is deeper, he cups your face and his toungue swipes on your lips and you open your mouth slightly to let the wet muscle enter. it takes your breath away and you start to feel dizzy from his touch and all the sensations happening around you. he pulls away, a thin string of saliva connected the two of you. your eyes are still closed, processing what happened when you hear him say,

"it's berry isnt it?"

you nod your head no, hoping he will kiss you like that again, and he does. but little do you know that he caught a glimpse of the berry graphic on the label when you pulled out the chapstick from your pocket.

HINATA SHOYO. (probably doesn't notice the label though tbh). BOKUTO, hanamaki, oikawa fucking tooru, sugawara (he knew from the start it was berry but goes along with the act to amuse you), akaashi (same as sugawara). NISHINOYA. (same as shoyo, genuinely continues to guess), ATSUMU. KITA FUCKING SHINSUKE (he knew from the first kiss, but realized that this made you happy). KUROO. SUNAAAAA.

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oh yall im obsessed already omg. this is feeding my inner manhwa isekai reader.

MASQUERADE

Pairing: Suguru Geto x Reader

Genre: Angst

tags/cw: angst, royal au, forced marriage, cheating, drama, emotional turmoil, power imbalance, manipulation

word count: 5.1k

If you stay long enough with something, you will learn to love it. Even pain.

“Do you, Suguru Geto, take Y/N, as your wife?” The preacher’s voice rang clear through the hall, a stark contrast to the cloud of regret shadowing his eyes as he said the two words that you have been aching, dying to hear from no one else’s lips but his. “I do.” It almost sounded painful, like the cracking of his frozen heart, reflecting in his voice. 

The shards cut your skin, digging deep straight into your bones but never missing the heart.

The priest's eyes flickered to yours. There was the respect that you get from everyone in that hall, the adoration from your people—hundreds, no, thousands of eyes glimmered as they stared at you. But none of them could take away the ice that slowly creeps up from the tips of your toes, and your fingertips, as the man in front of you stares at you with an empty gaze.

I fucking loathe you. They didn’t have to be spoken for you to know them. The hatred was as thick as the ground underneath you that you could almost hear his voice whispering it to your ear, thrusting it like a dagger to your brain, rendering you paralyzed. You’re sure that if he wants you to remember anything from this moment, it would be those words.

The veil was lifted from your face and your eyes fluttered closed for a second or two. You hoped that the shade of regret you saw was just due to the threads of your veil but no. He was raging from the inside. You wished for his heart to burn for you with much love, just like yours do for him but no. 

Upon kissing him, your body naturally leaned towards his touch. The softness of his lips washed away all the wounds in your heart. The feel of his hand around your waist, and his breath against your lips was enough to rekindle hope into your soul. You almost reached after his warmth as he pulled away from you. 

There was redness on your cheeks from how the love inside your heart overflowed to your head, reaching the soft flesh of your face. Yet, not even a split second was spared from his wandering eyes, searching for the woman who truly owns your most treasured inside his chest—his heart. 

A lady in a white dress stood out from the crowd and his eyes sought hers. You watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed, gazing at her with soft, starry eyes. You can’t relate to her at all—you’re just a queen who has everything yet nothing in the palm of her hands.

He looked at her as if even the kiss he gave you was dedicated to her and her whole being. He looked at her as if he would jump out of this altar, slide the ring off his ring finger, and throw it at your face if she as little as motioned with her slender fingers to come to him. He looked at her as if he would trade everything he had now for another day with her, whereas he couldn’t even bear a minute of skin contact with you.

“I now declare you husband and wife.”

The beautiful declaration was muffled but it was enough for you to hear them. The crowds cheered and whistled for the newly wedded couple, you took his hand in yours, ignoring how limp and cold it felt. He didn’t even make an effort to squeeze it back but your heart surely felt its crushing force. 

You smiled your way out of the cathedral, ignoring the pair of eyes that burned holes in your figure. If they could be bullets, you’d be riddled with it by now, ignoring the way your husband had never once smiled at you ever since the ceremony started even and even as you looked up at him now. 

You’ve been unwanted before. This isn’t the first time. You hushed your weeping, bleeding heart as you stepped into the carriage. Flower petals were all over you and you giggled lightly as you brushed them off your clothes and head before placing your hand on his thigh, almost begging for affection.

“You’re my husband.” You cooed at him, leaning on his shoulders and rubbing your cheek gently on him. If he wanted soft, you would become the softest. You sighed at the silence that enveloped the two of you. The air inside was cold despite the closed windows. Your hand was gently yet firmly brushed away from his leg. “This is all for duty, your Majesty.” He sounded hoarse, face dull and eyes empty.

“You are now our Kingdom’s Prince.” You didn’t even recognize your own voice as you tried to cheer him up, reaching up a shaky hand to touch his face and turn his gaze to you. The hardest thing to do was pretend to be brave when everything was tearing you apart. There was sadness in his eyes. There was anger. 

Perhaps this is grief. He’s mourning for his lost love. The love that you killed. That you burned.

“You are my Prince.” The sigh in your words made you sound gentler but nothing could ever top Aika; his only love. “You should’ve chosen someone else.” He spoke monotonously at your face, sending the smile on your lips crumbling down. Then, there was your futile attempt to pull yourself together. 

“There’s no better match for the position.” Your love for him was not the sole basis for your reason to agree on choosing him. He’s smart and strong. He has a heart for the country. Everything that a Prince can have is in him. But another crucial thing for marrying is…

“And I love you.” You’ve never felt so vulnerable in front of him before until those words escaped your lips. It was a product of the overwhelming, overstimulating wedding ceremony and the fact that you are now officially reigning alongside your first love. 

But the look of pity in his eyes when he heard you say those words was the worst.

“Don’t blame me if it doesn’t work.” He whispered, pulling his hand away and moving to the farther corner of the carriage the moment you sped past the long line of cheering people. It was all for show to him. But not for you.

If you stay long enough with something, you will learn to love it. Even pain. That’s what you always told yourself.

“What wouldn’t work if you get to do anything you want?” The rasp in your voice is a warning: the tears are about to fall. You’ve been tough for years, you can’t let yourself fall now that you have everything you could ever want.

Do you really have everything you want now?

“Very well, then. I would like to visit the Princess of the Southern district every other night.” He straightened up ignoring the way your hand almost reached up to clutch your chest. The silence was long and your gaze was starting to irritate him. If it wasn’t for his promise to the former King, he would’ve already jumped out of this carriage, threw away his ring, and swept the Princess off her feet.

It doesn’t matter if they don’t have everything. Hell, it doesn’t even matter if they don’t have anything. He will sell his soul to escape this life he’s about to face.

“You don’t want the people to think—” You began, regaining your composure as you tried to sit closer to him. He used to tell you that your hands were warm. “That’s why I said ‘night.’” He spat the obvious; the obvious that you tried so hard to ignore. The hole in your heart started to get bigger as the realization hit you.

He cares about the feelings of everyone in that Kindom, but he doesn’t give two shits if it will kill you. He’d pretend, he’d hide his true feelings for their sake. But he’ll openly declare his undying love for another woman on your face. 

“Queen Y/N, I am not asking for permission.” He clarified and you can’t say ‘no.’ Despite your difference in power, you just don’t have it in you to stop him. What if he leaves when he feels restricted? How will you make him love you then? Your brows furrowed at how crazy you sounded. You’re not supposed to be like this. 

“So, that's your condition?” You straightened up, putting your hands on your lap. This is starting to feel like a meeting, a deal between two people who only want to use each other and you hate that. “Don’t put it that way. You know I’m doing this for your father.” He fixed his collar, jaw tightening as if he deeply regretted ever agreeing to it. He probably does.

“Let’s just say it would ensure balance in our relationship. Since you went and did what you wanted, at least let me be with who I want. Even just for a quarter of my life.” He gritted the last sentence, sending ripples to your vulnerable heart. You nodded, blinking away the wetness in your eyes. 

The castle has never looked so far before. And you had never felt so unloved before.

—------------------------------------------------------

Two Months Ago

“Commander Suguru.”

'You can’t be fucking serious.' That’s what he said in his mind as he kept his head bowed, right hand atop his left chest as he knelt along with the most respected warriors of the country. He did not dare look up. He can't find it in himself.

“My father and I have a lot of respect for you. As a protector of our kingdom, I look up to you and admire your skills as a leader and heart for the citizens.” You began and he remained in his position, hearing your heels tap lightly against the marble floor as you walked down the steps from your throne.

“Everyone, you may go for now.” With a series of sharp salutes, the soldiers filed out of the grand hall, leaving Suguru alone with the Queen. Suguru’s fingers grew cold by the minute. What are you even planning to do? He can't get married to someone else. 

Not when his heart is already set on pursuing Princess Aika. 

You let a few moments pass before speaking again. “I want you to marry me.” Straight to the point. You felt the tension when you first declared that he was chosen. “Please, stand up, Suguru. It’s just us now.” Suguru doesn’t know if he should hate that you could be so casual with each other now despite your statuses. 

Did you mistake his kindness for something else? 

“Look, my father’s dying. I have to find a Prince. You know the rules of this—” You breathed out, desperate and shaking after catching a glimpse of his eyes. His brows bumped together and his lips sealed shut. You can tell that he doesn’t want to do it. It almost felt like a barbed wire crawled up and around your neck, tightening with each passing second.

In your kingdom, if a woman is to ascend to the throne then, she must ensure a Prince by her side. Otherwise, she will not be allowed to reign and the next in line will take over. You used to think it was a dumb requirement. It was almost as if the crown was belittling what a woman could do on her own. It’s been a rule for thousands of years that no one dared to challenge.

“It doesn’t have to be me, Y/N.” He stood up, finally meeting your eyes. He licked his lips, shaking his head as he paced around. It made you nervous, scared even. “But this country needs someone who—” You proceeded to explain only to be cut off again. You can tell he’s trying to contain his reaction.

“Then, you have a lot of options, my Queen. It doesn’t have to be me.” He reiterated the last part with more force, staring deep into you. Before you could even stop yourself from asking the question you feared the most at the moment, it already slipped out of your mouth.

“Why?” There was no answer and it felt like the sound of his breathing just set a timer for the ticking bomb inside you. All your life has been filled with whys. When deciding on this thing, you didn’t think you’d have one of those again. You didn’t expect Suguru would be the cause of it too.

Because there’s only been a certainty with him. No wondering, no doubts. Just him.

“Why, Suguru? My father and I talked about this and I-I…” You stammered, walking closer to him, agitated by your thoughts and the slowly rising disappointment in your heart. Out of all people… “Why not you? Are you married? Do you not wish to marry? Do you not wish for a better life? Or are you—” The questions were asked slowly and Suguru hated that for a second he almost saw your mother’s condescending gaze in your eyes.

The one to whom all people bow—the one who doesn't wait for an answer.

“Because I’m in love with someone else, Y/N! Am I supposed to throw that away?” He exploded, he sighed exasperatedly, taking a step away from you. “If you want to marry someone… if you want someone to take the role of the Prince, it won’t be me.” You knew it. That damn trip to the southern district changed something in him.

“Who? Where are they from? Is it a commoner?” You displayed a straight face, void of emotions as your heart started to hurt. There was a pounding in your head, and the barbed wire around your neck finally drew blood. It is killing you. 

“Do you have to know?” He looked at you with extreme disbelief in his eyes. You always respected his privacy even if you could easily coax things out of him with just your words. Just how low will you go for this throne? The throne you claimed to be not so interested in. The throne that raised you and broke you at the same time. 

“I am your Queen and I demand an answer.” You hate to be like this but you’re starting to feel numb. Your hopes were high, and so the fall is harder, harsher to your already brittle bones; brittle from the cold, brittle from the beating, brittle from the pain you have felt up to this moment. 

You watch him shake his head, eyes wide with surprise. You’ve never used your power against him, no matter how much the situation demands. He has always been a friend to you, never a pawn. But right now he feels nothing more than a commoner who has no choice but to kiss the ground you walk on.

“It’s Princess Aika of the South.” Your childhood friend. Your cousin. Indeed, she’s easy on the eyes. Easy on the heart too because she’s kind. She’s one, if not the most-liked ladies of the Kingdom. Not even you—a former princess who hails from the Central, the highest—can beat her at that. 

You nodded, murmuring an ‘I see,’ which he probably didn’t even hear. You bit your lip turning your back at him, as you tried to fight back the tears. So, that’s why he’s been going there more than his duty demands. That’s why he sometimes leaves your training to the other knights.

“So, she’s the urgent duty you sometimes use as an excuse during our training sessions?” It was a couple of months back, you didn’t even notice. It’s been almost a year since the trip to the Southern District, when had they start to meet each other in secret? Do the other knights know? Why didn’t he tell you when you thought you had a close relationship with him?

“No. I would never lie about my job, your Majesty. It was true that they required help with the South because of their declining economy.” His voice was clear, and honesty was thick but you’re not satisfied. 

“Why does it have to be you?” He swallowed thickly, catching on to the statement, a clear mockery of his earlier question to you. “They need a skilled—” He began but was quickly stopped when you let out a snicker, letting your hands fall to your sides as you turned around to face him, eyes cold and dead.

“Then, you have a lot of options, Commander.” He has never seen you in this light before and it was true that the royal blood shines naturally when it comes to certain situations. At that moment, it felt as if you were slowly rising above him, intimidating him with your towering wits and power. He can’t even see the little girl he played with during the coronation day many years ago.

“Y/N, you know they need the most suitable for the—” He tried to make the argument lighter than where it was going but to no avail as you once again interrupted him. “If you could make that statement, then you should understand where I’m coming from.” He was sure that he saw a tear escape your eye as you turned around again.

“Tell your Princess that I, the Queen, would like to convene a meeting with her tomorrow morning.” You stated, running a hand over your gown, almost hearing his breath hitch at the command. “You are to participate, Commander.” The statement was absolute and no matter how much he told himself not to fear your decisions, he still felt worried for Aika.

You won’t hurt your own cousin, right? You’re not like that. He knows you. 

“U-understood.” With that, you left without even looking at him. Each step that you take away from the man is a stomp to your heart. You wanted to turn around and beg him but that’s not what you’re allowed to do. To be a Queen is to be tough even in this heartwrenching situation. No matter how much you want to crumble for him.

This may be karma for seeing the fact that you need a King to officially reign as an opportunity to get the man that you want to marry.

You don’t know what you will say but there’s just one thing certain in your mind: your marriage with Suguru will proceed. 

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“Good morning, Your Highness.” The Princess of the Southern District bowed before you with the man of your dreams beside her. Even supporting her as she sat down. He has an unreadable expression on his face, eyes asking for some sort of mercy albeit not knowing what is to come. 

He’s more worried for her than for himself. How absurdly romantic.

You had a chat with one of your head maids the night before. “Do not forget the power that you hold, my Queen. Even the highest of her district shall bow to you. Do not fret.” Taking a deep breath, you maintained your facade as you smiled at her. She looked so sweet and demure in her baby pink long dress. Definitely a match for your strong knight. 

A flower and a blade, sitting together. What a sight.

It took everything in you not to scoff when she turned her head to look at him, smiling slightly. She’s always been the subject of comparison to you—how more feminine she is than you, more delicate, more ideal as a woman. It irritated you before but never enough to hate her. Even now when she’s the apple of your man’s eye, you still cannot hate her.

What the people do not know is you’re just as delicate as her—her as silk and you as a bomb.

“How long have you been together?” You started, leaning back on your chair, watching them exchange looks. “Not really ‘together’, yet. I’m still trying to prove myself to her, your Majesty.” Your eyes narrowed for a split second before looking down. You hate to think that you’re being a villain here. 

“What do you say about marriage, Princess Aika?” Suguru’s eyes were on you, guarding your every emotion, every word that would escape your lips. “What we have now, my Queen, is only but a budding relationship. We still have so much to know about each other.” She laughed awkwardly, looking at him to see his reaction but his eyes remained on you.

“I see. That’s right. Marriage shouldn’t be rushed. Unless there’s a good reason for it, don’t you think?” You took a sip of your tea, nodding as you continued, “Is there ever a good reason for it?” You tried to joke, only to earn another awkward laugh. After a little more chat, you figured this wouldn’t be as shocking to this Princess anymore. At least, it was not surprising enough to make her pass out.

“I’m gonna have to marry your suitor, Aika.” You addressed her by her first name, eyes softening as you watched Suguru stiffen in his seat. “Pardon?” The girl was on the edge of her seat, quite literally, as her gaze jumped between you and Suguru. “I’m sure you’re aware of the ways of the Crown.” You looked down, feeling like you were killing two hearts at once. It’s the last thing you want to do but…

“Do not fret." The maid’s voice echoed in your head. Suguru’s loving gaze flashed inside your mind and once again, you’re determined. “Him? Cousin…we have a lot of capable men—” She started, but Suguru cut her off. “It’s not official, we still have to talk it through.” His eyes were on you, clearly pissed, caught off guard at how quickly you switched the subject.

“But the Crown is absolute once its decision has been made.” Her eyes watered, scooting closer to him as she desperately grabbed his hand, before breaking down to sob on his shoulders. You���re starting to hate yourself as time passes. How he shushed her made you want to run to the balcony and throw yourself off it. Maybe that would be better.

“He’s my father’s candidate.” You added, hearing her cries get louder. He looked at you with disgust—for the first time in your years with him—you know that he started to hate you at that moment. It almost made you want to take your words back but to do so would be to win nothing. This one decision can give all that you have worked and suffered for. 

“If that was the decision, then so be it.” After several moments of watching the love of your life desperately wipe the tears of another woman, she finally spoke. Eyes filled with defeat and hate at the same time. You don’t know if there’s a worse combination. “My Queen, I beg you to understand that my decision to give him up does not diminish my feelings for him in any way. I am simply leading all that could be involved to a better path.” Her words were daggers and you could sense their threat.

‘This doesn’t kill our love. I simply want him and my family safe.’ It goes without saying that anyone who goes against the Crown will be punished accordingly. Not even the current head could change and erase the wishes of a dying ruler. Especially not one with enough support to back it with.

Everyone knows that the best option is Suguru. Even if you call every citizen of the land now and ask them one by one, they know that he is the best candidate. Born and raised in the castle, trained by the nobles and the most skilled knights, one could say that the only missing thing from him is the blue blood of the royals. There is no other person.

The next thing you know, the Princess is already bowing to you and on her way out with Suguru following like a lost puppy behind her, leaving you with your thoughts, the pressure chewing you alive and the guilt of having power. You felt like you couldn’t proceed with any of it anymore. How long do you have to force yourself into this man when he’s already planted himself in someone else’s heart? Now, you have to claw at it just to get to him and hold him to you. 

That alone is embarrassing and you just know that the younger you wouldn’t want to be this person. “At least, make it all worth it. After all the sacrifices we’ve made for you. At least, do something right.” Your late mother’s harsh words dug a pool of tears in your eyes. When have you turned into this monster? When did you turn into someone like her?

The ghost of shackles wrapped around your ankles was cold as you tried to calculate your debt. ‘I have no right to refuse. This is what I was made alive for.’ Your head started to spin as you stood up, watching as Suguru turned to look at you with furrowed brows, “I will deal with my life if I have to.” He spoke to the Princess before allowing her guards to take her with them, knowing he was not supposed to be seen with her by the public. Not after he has been declared as a candidate—no, a chosen one for your marriage.

He can’t get her exiled without a plan for them. He loves her too much.

“I’ll be meeting her tonight. And no, I’m not asking for permission, Y/N.” You remained unmoving, eyeing him as he tried to stare you down. If he’s being honest, the look in your eyes almost made him consider taking you to the people of the outskirts. Maybe your mother did something that turned you like this. 

“You told me you would want to change the rules of this kingdom. But now you’re just another dog of the Crown.” He spat at you, blinking as he let the words sink in. You swallowed the insults, seeing the portrait of the Kingdom’s flag behind him. “And so is your woman for simply agreeing. Stop acting like a damn jughead, Suguru. You know why it’s not easy.” He shook his head, stepping away.

That night, you just know that they met. Probably making love somewhere in the South, bathing in each other's love while you’re here ostracizing yourself for being selfish, replaying his words and the way he glared at you before stepping out of the room you once happily chased each other in. 

If you let him know and if you let him go, you wondered if he’d make love to you too for the first and last time. 

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“Prepare my horse,” he commanded, wiping his mouth with a napkin as he stood to get himself ready. His eyes never met hers. Not even a week into your marriage and he’s already doing this to you. “I haven’t finished my food yet.” Your voice quivered as you dropped your utensils. “And what of it? Do you plan on coming with me?” Revolting. He dare mock you in front of the maids? You chose to hold your head high, swallowing the pain away.

“Maybe I will. So, she knows that I know and I am here.” You stood up, brushing your dress with your hands. He snickered, shaking his head before turning to look at you. The maids, sensing the tension, started to clear the room by busying themselves. “She was there first.” Another thorn to your dying heart.

“Y/N, we both know what this is for. Everyone in this castle knows what this is for. What’s the point of pretending to be in love when the public’s not around to see?” He has a point. But this is not how you want your first marriage to be. You didn’t even get a chance win before karma bared its fangs at you and took a bite.

“So, we pretend forever? Is that what you’re implying? And when heirs and heiresses are brought up, then what?” You made sure each of your words were loud and clear, trying to knock some sense into his head. The situation was cruel but how could he just let you endure it alone when he promised to be with you and crown?

“You out of all people should know that an heir to the crown doesn’t have to come from the Consort.” He fixed his gloves, stepping away and leaving you with no words in your mouth. He was right. Your mother was the Queen Consort, and you were not even hers. Yet, here you are, reigning with a man who wants you to bear an heir from a different man. The Princess of the Southern District must’ve saved the world in her past life to be this lucky.

And you? You brought this upon yourself when you forced your heart on a man who already shares his with someone else. Truly a tragic queen.

There was no honeymoon for the two of you. ‘Honeymoons are for lovers,’ He says as he tries to ice the forming bruise on the skin of his neck. It was 4 am and here you are, begging for a lovers’ month or even week with him, in hopes of taking him away from the Princess. And of course, to try and win his heart.

“The people will be suspicious.” You whispered as you sat on the chair in the corner of his room, watching the sky turn dark grey. “I am a soldier. They will understand that I cannot help myself to stay away from duties. Former or not.” You wondered if these were the excuses he rehearsed when they spent their nights together ever since you declared your marriage to him. 

“I am tired, Y/N. You can stay but I cannot talk with you.” You fight the urge to ask him if you could sleep with him. Since the wedding day, you have not once slept beside him. And he never once even bothered visiting your chambers to check on you. But just like a woman in love… you stayed. 

And just when you thought he was asleep, you walked to the bed and watched him sleep. Your face reflected the exhaustion but your eyes spilled love. And it’s all for him. You leaned forward, bracing yourself with your hand, to give him a kiss when he spoke.

“If you’re going to kiss me, do not kiss my lips. Anywhere but my lips.” He kept his eyes closed and his features relaxed. ‘You kissed me at our wedding.’ You wanted to say, and as if reading your mind and hearing your thoughts, he added, “The wedding was a show. And actors act, Y/N.” With that, he turned to his side away from you to shut you out. 

Biting your quivering lips, you straightened up and let your hand reach for the harsh coldness of his doorknob. Watching your soft shadow cast by the candlelight as you walked out of his room, you asked yourself:

 Just how loveless can a loveless marriage be?

[svtcrus]

I just need to ask a few blogs this for reassurance.

If Gojo dies (if it’s real)

Will people stop making fics and cai for him? I’ve never had a favorite charcter go through this and I’m scared because without trauma dumping, he really got me through a hard loss this year. (I know that may sound silly)

I just am scared if it’s the end of him people will stop making fanfics and charcter ais for him.

IM SO SORRY anon I just saw this !😭

In my opinion I don't think many writers (including myself) will stop writing for him. I ESPECIALLY WILL NEVER EVER 😭 (i love my boy sm)

Gojo is such a well written character which provides so much oppourtunities to write about him whether that's angst, fluff, etc. hence why i love writing him, and why he's my favourite character as well!

I also understand where you're coming from! For me, the way gojo was written especially with his whole broken friendship with geto was an eye opener for me. their lore was something I took away/learnt from! so don't think it's silly ! :)

rest assured anon, if anything you'll always find me writing about gojo no matter what! ♡

[svtcrus]

───── `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 BABY LOVE ME EVENT SERIES

FORBIDDEN ; WRIOTHESLEY X AFAB!Reader

warning : office sex, slight degradation, ass slapping, not proofread (i apologize, i tried getting this done as fast as i could), just smutty so MDNI

synopsis : you and his grace have formed quite the bond. a bond that isn't quite typical between a boss and his secretary.

who would've thought, you're caught up in the handcuffs of the warden, the duke himself. you were–trying at least–playing a joke on him, to liven up the gloominess that's sought all over the fortress.

such a harmless joke really. yet wriothesley himself decided to take this joke into his own hands and twist it all around.

you had simply just wanted to tease him a slight, you wanted to see how much of a rise you could get out of him despite your willful obedience.

so you took it upon yourself to wear a flaring skirt instead of the your usual skin tight leggings–which wriothesley has secretly grown to adore– it was quite humid and hot in the fortress anyways. perhaps you would talk to him about the fortress's air conditioning.

"your grace, the fortress feels quite warm today doesn't it? the temperature felt quite different that-"

the duke in question had raised his head, eyes widening at your change of look. your half assed explanation is slowly fading in his head, for those dark eyes of his began to trace every curve of your body.

archons. he shouldn't. this is clearly forbidden. you're his secretary, and he's your boss, the duke. this is so... wrong?

having formed quite the formidable friendship with the duke was something inevitable. he had recently thought of having an aide to assist him on more serious matters, especially after the incident with the primordial water.

so now here you were, 6 months into the job and having formed quite a tight knit bond with his grace. however today, didn't seem to be quite gracefu and instead lustful to your situation.

"you're quite the slut aren't you?" large calloused hands are rubbing against your sides, said duke has you stuck on his lap. skirt pulled up revealing your behind for everyone to see if they were to walk in.

"acting all innocent, when really you're the most guiltiest person out there. and in front of me?... how bold." plump ass on his growing bulge is all for him to see. black lace panties too? gosh, he feels like the luckiest man alive.

such a view causes his breath to hitch with bitten lips, meanwhile you sat atop of him. your hands holding up your skirt as your cheeks burn red. his own are feeling you up... until you were squeaking with a whine. his palm hits you out of reality, and you can't help but to hold yourself up on the edge of his death.

this reaction he gets from you has him blooming with pride. only he can make you this way. only he should be the one to have you twist and bend the rules that one should oh so be obediently obeying.

"sweetheart, do you really want to do this?" pulling you back onto his chest, holding by your waist. a man so cold has never felt ever more warmer against you.

he's whispering into your ear, and now both your hot breaths that speak of anticipation can be heard more clearly between the two of you. god, you want him so badly

"m'please wrio... I've never wanted something as bad as this... please." and that's all he needed before he's pounding into you on his big desk. quills and pens thrown, all scattered around indicating the feverent lust that is happening in his very office. anyone could come in at any moment. heavens even poor sigewinne could witness the absolute debauchery you were both comitting. yet at the same time such rational thoughts have been clouded by your irrational need for wriothesley.

"m'fuck..! wrio—! too much!" you're gripping aimlessely at something, anything, to pace yourself with wriothesleys pounding rhythm. he's addicted, fully hooked on you. the way your walls squeeze around him and how beautiful moans you let out as he enters you, the sound of skin against skin echoing in his office. he's completely high off of you.

"hold it sweetie, because I'm not done with you yet— fuck!" wrio is bending down, placing needy kisses along your nape and shoulders. his grip on your waist is tighter, your cries and pleas only getting louder. the thought of being quiet completely out the door.

"mm– wrio i'm gonna–!" your head is practically digging into the table, wriothesleys pace seems to only have gotten more forceful. you can feel the knot tying inside, and with one more thrust you cry from the euphoria of your release.

scarred, muscular arms wrap around your body tightly. the deep grunt from wrio vibrates against your back. you both stay like this for a few moments, the sound of your hot panting being the only sound in the room.

yet before you could even exhale one more time, you're flipped around so that your now eye to eye with the duke. and his gaze has only gotten darker.

"your grac-?" before you can even protest, it's replaced with another moan. you're biting your lip again, and your hands instinctively wrap themselves around him.

"i told you sweetheart. i'm not done with you."

@svtcrus || 07.11.24 ; baby love me event

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[svtcrus]

MY GREATEST WEAKNESS —ੈ✩‧₊˚

SYLUS X GEN!READER

its late in the night and sylus is growing in frustration at your absence.

note: made this quick fluff of sylus being a big softie for reader. enjoy :)

it was 3 in the morning and sylus has been pacing around the empty penthouse with a burning feeling of worry and frustration. he’s had his crow look out for you for the past hour. you were supposed to be home by midnight. you promised him.

how can his crow not find you at this time out of all times?! the sound of sylus’s hands slamming on the marble countertop echoed. the workers would’ve fled away scared shitless if they had witness his current mood, and only you could calm him down. his weakness. the leader of onychinus has a weakness and that’s been one of his greatest worries.

because now that he has a weakness. a person, someone he loves, a person with nothing but a sweet gentle nature. you. you can be the target to any enemy, you can die at any—

“Damnit!” now it was a fist hitting the hard surface. to any person this would hurt immediately, but the adrenaline and overwhelming stress he has over you is clouding his rationality. he couldn’t wait anymore, he began making his way to the door grabbing his jacket in haste.

however he’s halted at the sound of the door beeping and the sound of gears moving fill out the deafening silence. suddenly his jacket was on the floor, and sylus finds himself nearly running to the entrance.

“where the hell have you been?!” you’re caught off guard from taking your shoes off, the deathly grip on your shoulders makes you grimace. however you’re drunk out of your mind to be the rational one in this situation.

“owwieeee~” you slur, looking up with your cheeks still pink from the alcohol you’re faced with your lover having the most expressive expression you’ve ever seen. his brows are furrowed, and his lips are biting back the seething frustration that’s threatening to spill out in hurtful words.

“sy… m’hurts.”

“ah, sorry—” tripping over the step, you fall onto his chest. causing him to catch you, and wrap his strong arms around you. this embrace finally settles his nerves, he can finally realize that you are here and you’re safe. and the sigh of relief that leaves his mouth gives you a slight breeze to the top of your head making you giggle.

“babyyyy~ i missed youu” this drunken state of you dissipates any residual of negativity from sylus. he finds himself smiling while you jump to wrap your arms around his neck, he bends down slightly so your feet touch the ground and his hands on your waist is more gentle.

you’re laughing and showering him in kisses now, and he can’t help but feel his neck turn hot from your love.

“okay you drunkie, let’s eat some fruits and a glass of water to sober you up.” a larger hand is on your cheek, bringing you closer to place a quick kiss on your lips. god you will be the death of him.

“carry me.” you pout, and sylus’s eyes widen at your request. he looks at you with clarity, and you puff your face at him making him chuckle.

“okay okay, come here.” next thing you knew you were off from the ground and carried bridal style by your darling of a boyfriend. just being in his arms has cleared your state of mind.

“I love you.” is all you murmur, snuggling closer to him taking in his scent. he places another kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too.” you may be his greatest weakness. you may have changed how sylus usually takes on certain situations. however as long as you’re in his arms, then he’s reassured that everything is gonna be okay.

@omiiuvz || 07.10.24

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[svtcrus]

sorry ill get that wrio smut out fr 😭 havent been in the feels to finish the smut but for the timebeing heres a sylus blurb i whipped out last minute on the 2nd acc !!

M♡RNINGS WITH U —ੈ✩‧₊˚

SYLUS X FEM!READER

spending a morning with sylus after a “tiring” night, you see a side of him that makes you fall in love all over again.

note: this is inspired from this card, ugh i’m so obsessed with sylus already. he’s giving sweetheart but only behind closed doors 🥹

!! SLIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE !! MDNI

the suns warmth dawned upon you, the tall glass windows displaying the fresh morning light right onto your eyes. you dug your head into the soft pillow. the events of last night has left you still extremely fatigued—and a bit sore—however the sound coming from the kitchen has you sprawling out of the comfort of sylus’s king sized bed.

slipping on one of his button ups, you make your way out of the bedroom only to he greeted with the smell of freshly baked pancakes. still groggy, you rub your eyes as you make your way to your snowy haired lover. his concentration for the food was cute, you admire his dedication of plating the breakfast. his hands despite being slightly calloused, was delicate with placing your favourite fruit on top of his morning masterpiece.

“where’s the chef?” finally speaking up, you wrap your arms around his waist. and as if on instict, he reciprocates your sweet gesture. his arm brings you in allowing your cheek to press against the side of his chest.

“i dismissed him, wanted to make you breakfast today…plus I get alone time with you.” voice still raspy from waking up, he places a kiss on your forehead. you squeeze your embrace more tightly around him, loving every second you’re having right now.

“there breakfast is done, help me set up the table?” he asks, eyes now fully on you. you can see the slight shock on his face, yet sylus recovers quickly by putting on a prideful smirk. you look at him confused,

“what is it?”

“you’re wearing my shirt.” you look down then back on him smiling, with a small giggle. feeling a little mischievous you respond to his remark with a kiss on the lips, before turning away to get plates.

however you’re stopped with sylus grabbing you by the waist and pinning you against the counter.

“sylus…” he’s inching closer, and his smirk is more sly. his hands are creeping up your waist from underneath the oversized shirt, sending goosebumps up your spine.

“mm? yes my love?” his soft lips are now centimetres away, and your face is extremely red. and before you could exhale one more shaky breath, his lips gently meet yours with so much need.

your hands grip his own shirt tightly, knuckles turning white from how hard your grasping it. sylus only takes this as an initiative to bring himself closer to you, smiling through the kiss.

despite the neediness from it, it’s slow and passionate. his lips softly melding with yours, he pulls away for a quick breath before placing quick pecks, not wanting to stray from your intimacy.

“sylus.. mmf—! breakfast!” with failed attempts to push him away, his pecks only trail from lips down to your neck where clearly he’s already marked in a few areas. he’s just so obsessed with you, he seems to never ever get enough of you.

“breakfast can wait.. how about dessert instead?”

@omiiuvz || 07.08.24

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[svtcrus]

YALL WHAT THE FUVK IS THIS

SYLUS???? WHAT?? tHE??? FUCK????

awe hell nah ya got me thirsting for this man

[svtcrus]

THE WORLD OVER YOU || gojo satoru x gen!reader

synopsis: he chooses the world. it will always be for the world. for he is always one step ahead. as it was never about him from the start.

disclaimer: JJK MANGA 261 SPOILERS, lowkey angst, mentions of death

a/n: sorry for being gone! life’s gotten a bit busy..! hope this quick lil blurb will do you guys well :)

“what?” was the first thing said after staring at your lover in silence for the past 2 minutes. your eyes wide threatening with tears, and your brain mangled in confusion.

satoru looks at you with an expression you cannot decipher. his bright blue eyes never seemed to look as empty and emotionless as they do now. his countenance tells you nothing. it leaves you with nothing but shattering confusion.

(SPOILERS AFTER THE CUT)

“my body. i’m giving up my body to yuta if I die. we already talked about it, there will be no changes y/n.” he repeated. as if you didn’t hear it the first time. you understood him loud and clear. you had furrowed brows, a racing heart, and fingers clasping so tight you swear it would leave a scar.

it had just felt like you were born, lived, and died all at once in the spot.

“‘toru you can’t be serious-!” before you knew it you felt slight streams come down your cheeks. and it wasn’t out of the sadness at the idea he had planned this. it was sadness at the fact he may be sacrificing for a society that has only ever used him since the very beginning. that he is allowing them to ruin him, string your lover like a puppet till even after death.

all you had ever wanted was for him to be liberated, freed, unbound from this power. this power and strength; these abilities he was born with since he came to this world. you had all but wanted to see him be just satoru for one moment whether it was in life or when he died.

you were never extremely worried at the thought that satoru would die one day. you had expected— even thought of times— that there may come a day where he’s coming to your arms dangerously harmed or even dead. it was what you signed up for since the day you accepted lifelong commitment with him.

what you did not know that you were also giving up was the very fact given to you today.

“I have to. If we wish to beat sukuna, we have to plan every type of plan we can. we need backup plans, we need more than just a plan a and b.” the sound of his feet clicking against the wooden floors of his office ring. he’s stepping closer, cold hands grasping onto your arms. they glide down to hold your own hands, which are shaking. in which you didn’t even realize were.

“y/n, sweetheart. this is what you and I both knew when we took this job. when you knew of who I am. who I was born to be since the day my six eyes were known…” you could say it was silent, yet at the same time your quiet sniffles was the only thing heard. satoru looked down at you, with only a saddening but acceptive look.

“we both knew I wouldn’t be living till I was 90. with this job? I was fated to fight someone of equal or of stronger power than me. sure this way of life sucks, and if I can I would love to spend another lifetime with you till i’m 90.”

“but it’s simply not possible here… isn’t it? you are willing to do anything yet not everything for me. for you. for us.” you finish off. knowingly understanding that you cannot change this mans mind once he’s made the decision. you should’ve expected this. satoru has always thought ahead since the day you met when you were both still students yourself.

“you’re always one step ahead of me.” satoru lightly chuckles at this. he takes this as a green light to finally embrace you. the setting sun dawning onto his back from behind. and you’ve never felt more warm and cold at the same time.

“my job requires me so... the world requires me so.”

@svtcrus || 05.23.24

do not copy, plagiarize, modify, repost my work

[svtcrus]

Wrio smut coming im halfway thru :DD

[svtcrus]

THE WORLD OVER YOU || gojo satoru x gen!reader

synopsis: he chooses the world. it will always be for the world. for he is always one step ahead. as it was never about him from the start.

disclaimer: JJK MANGA 261 SPOILERS, lowkey angst, mentions of death

a/n: sorry for being gone! life’s gotten a bit busy..! hope this quick lil blurb will do you guys well :)

“what?” was the first thing said after staring at your lover in silence for the past 2 minutes. your eyes wide threatening with tears, and your brain mangled in confusion.

satoru looks at you with an expression you cannot decipher. his bright blue eyes never seemed to look as empty and emotionless as they do now. his countenance tells you nothing. it leaves you with nothing but shattering confusion.

(SPOILERS AFTER THE CUT)

“my body. i’m giving up my body to yuta if I die. we already talked about it, there will be no changes y/n.” he repeated. as if you didn’t hear it the first time. you understood him loud and clear. you had furrowed brows, a racing heart, and fingers clasping so tight you swear it would leave a scar.

it had just felt like you were born, lived, and died all at once in the spot.

“‘toru you can’t be serious-!” before you knew it you felt slight streams come down your cheeks. and it wasn’t out of the sadness at the idea he had planned this. it was sadness at the fact he may be sacrificing for a society that has only ever used him since the very beginning. that he is allowing them to ruin him, string your lover like a puppet till even after death.

all you had ever wanted was for him to be liberated, freed, unbound from this power. this power and strength; these abilities he was born with since he came to this world. you had all but wanted to see him be just satoru for one moment whether it was in life or when he died.

you were never extremely worried at the thought that satoru would die one day. you had expected— even thought of times— that there may come a day where he’s coming to your arms dangerously harmed or even dead. it was what you signed up for since the day you accepted lifelong commitment with him.

what you did not know that you were also giving up was the very fact given to you today.

“I have to. If we wish to beat sukuna, we have to plan every type of plan we can. we need backup plans, we need more than just a plan a and b.” the sound of his feet clicking against the wooden floors of his office ring. he’s stepping closer, cold hands grasping onto your arms. they glide down to hold your own hands, which are shaking. in which you didn’t even realize were.

“y/n, sweetheart. this is what you and I both knew when we took this job. when you knew of who I am. who I was born to be since the day my six eyes were known…” you could say it was silent, yet at the same time your quiet sniffles was the only thing heard. satoru looked down at you, with only a saddening but acceptive look.

“we both knew I wouldn’t be living till I was 90. with this job? I was fated to fight someone of equal or of stronger power than me. sure this way of life sucks, and if I can I would love to spend another lifetime with you till i’m 90.”

“but it’s simply not possible here… isn’t it? you are willing to do anything yet not everything for me. for you. for us.” you finish off. knowingly understanding that you cannot change this mans mind once he’s made the decision. you should’ve expected this. satoru has always thought ahead since the day you met when you were both still students yourself.

“you’re always one step ahead of me.” satoru lightly chuckles at this. he takes this as a green light to finally embrace you. the setting sun dawning onto his back from behind. and you’ve never felt more warm and cold at the same time.

“my job requires me so... the world requires me so.”

@svtcrus || 05.23.24

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posting a gojo angst later cuz jjk261 got me fucked up 💀💀💀

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recently been seeing this get a lotta love ! tysm ! <3

Broken Walls || rezef hill x fem!reader

a/n : found this in my notes and really liked how this turned out. a little change of pace, gotta put out sum fluff💀 but I hope yall like this !

synopsis : rezef hill finds himself falling in love with his sister's dear friend.

rezef never once expected himself to find a woman he'd fall in love with if he was completely honest. he'd expected to find himself at the altar marrying a stranger, just days after being told he would have a arranged marriage.

he never expected to find true love due to the fact every woman would come flaunting to him with their "oh so high" status, and preposterous personalities. or perverted nobles trying to seduce him for the fact he is the only crown prince of the empire. a handsome, ambitious crown prince where every lady believed they could tear down his walls. a stupid fairytale dream, others thought. a fairytale dream he thought would remain a mere dream.

this feeling, love, was something he believed he didn't need. he didn't deserve. as him being the future emperor, such boastful feelings were deemed unnecessary to him. especially with the heavy influence of his father and the late empress's torn relationship.

but then you came along. your small visits to the castle to visit your dear friend cayena, his beloved sister. would soon enough catch the lapis eyes of the tyrannical prince.

once he saw you as just his sisters close friend. then after a social background check, he thought of you as either a pawn for his ascension, or a nuisance to his precious elder sister. oh how much he regrets at such rude ideas now.

your smile that lit up around the castle, you seemed to always appear in his sight right after he's had another raging outburst or when he simply had a bad day. were those moments a sign?

he'd always notice you from high up in the castle hallways, looking down at the garden where your laughter erupted whenever you and cayena talked.

he'd soon find himself smiling at how graceful you danced, as your dress followed with your elegant movements during parties you both attended to. you radiated so much warmth wherever you went.

he remembers when he first asked you for a dance on his birthday. you didn't act like how those other ladies would. ladies who'd flaunt their "beauty" as they beg on their knees for him to dance with them. or ladies who would weirdly accept when he's forced to set foot on the ballroom floor. instead you accepted his request with much respect and eloquent joy. you were just, different.

"oh your highness the crown prince, I would love to dance with you," you said so sweetly. your gentle voice echoed in his head that very night.

he remembers how his hands held your beautiful body, your precious hands. how his eyes couldn't help but stare into your crystal orbs, and painted lips. you were a treasure, he so desperately wanted to keep.

the way you smiled at him with so much honesty when you danced with him. despite the glares of other noble ladies who were completely outraged and envious of your spotlight, you had paid no mind.

soon after that ball, he'd invite you for a day of tea. trying to embrace the moments his sister had enjoyed whenever you had tea with her.

tea time soon turned to walks around his own garden, then horseback riding, to him spoiling you with gifts when you two snuck out into the capital in disguise.

he reminisces to the time you had giddily told him to sneak out the palace one night. to go see the lake you loved since you were a child. together, alone.

that was when he had fully let himself sink into this love he realized he had for you. and if it wasn't love, he didn't know what this butterfly fleeting emotion would be.

you let him grasp the missed times of his youth, experience the fun things a child would normally do. you let out his inner child, you became the first person to fully see his vulnerability. you became the first and only person to break down those wall's everyone else wanted to break.

then one day on one your escapades. he confessed.

"Y/n.. I have something to say. for quite some time I have found this liking towards you. everything i do with you has always given me happiness, a happiness I didn't know I deserved. hah.. your sweet meaningful nothings, your beautiful smile. who knew I'd be so dumb in love...

what I'm trying to say is.. I love you."

he was only in a white blouse shirt and a hooded cape that day. never expecting to be professing his love in such inappropriate clothing. to ask you to be his, his future crown princess. yet here he was.

oh the way the way your eyes sparkled, despite the clear tears that were ready to fall. he hadn't expected you to cry, his eyes widened with panic, hands on your cheeks holding you with worry.

you softly chuckled at his reaction, you placed your smaller hand atop of his. leaning into his hold as you looked at him so blissfully. the moment where you had answered the question he dreaded for you to respond to.

"I love you too your highness, Rezef"

soon enough rezef proposed to you at that same place. when you swung around as he held you with his strong arms. tears streaming your face, while he kissed the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. you both couldn't have been more happier.

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©️ @svtcrus || 08.07.2023

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fucking hell gege, you better count your blessings for when i do catch you.

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where they like to put their hands || JJK men x afab!reader

disclaimer : explicit MDNI + ageless blogs dni , afab!reader , dom characters, dirty talking , slight dacryphilia for gojo , ass slapping for nanami, not proof read , whooole lotta smut :P

a/n : this idea is inspired from this which is from @/anantaru ! very lovely work give them love !

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ GOJO SATORU - your mouth

both his middle and pointer fingers are in your mouth, forcing you to taste both yours and his slick. satoru is pulling your jaw down not giving a single fuck with you drooling all over his hand. instead he's simply stuck in what feels like an absolute fantasy.

he’s admiring your lips and the way your tongue swirls around his slender digits making his ego grow. the way you look so hopeless beneath him all while he's absolutely ramming into you— he can feel you moan through his hand, tear stricken but eyes rolling so far back from the absolute pleasure of his dick so deep inside you— satoru can't help but put a prideful smirk on his face.

the sight will only further insue him to make you suck his fingers in your mouth. baby blues now dark with passion. he’s reaching so far back into you, his pace is abnormal and all you can do is mewl in response to his pounding.

you look stupidly gorgeous, all while you’re making a mess of both your face and down there, with a tear stained face. his fingers covered in your fluids, you clenching around his obscene length. he's savouring every bit of this lustful moment.

"fuck, look at you sweetheart. all messy and still begging for my cock hm?"

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ NANAMI KENTO - your ass

oh kento may not be so vocal about it physically, but mentally he’s making the most sinfully lustful comments on how the plush of your ass bounces. the way he sees you suck him in from behind as he’s languidly pounding into your poor cunt.

his large hands gripping your ass, slapping it, only to then spread your cheeks apart to see his dick disappear into your pussy— he can see how his dick is covered in the mixture of both yours and his slick. how with every thrust it elicits another loud moan from your mouth— kento is cursing beneath his breath from this erotic view.

and as his hands lets go from such impolite motions, it doesn’t stop him from speeding up the pace the moment he feels you squeezing ever so tightly around him. he will cuss and growl at how you feel, at how your ass and dripping pussy makes him lose all credibility of his deemed careful nature. he swears he’s not addicted to this scene, but god seeing the plump of your ass and being able to squeeze it from behind? well, maybe just a little bit…

“fuck darling, you’re squeezing so fucking tight ‘round me.”

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ GETO SUGURU - your tits

to be fair he likes- no loves it when you’re on top of him. feeling you grind and bounce on his cock, whilst you let out the most lewd moans. your fingernails digging into his chest from the sheer pleasure of him so buried deep within you. however as you’re all handsy on his chest, he’s all handsy on your own.

he fucking loves grabbing onto your tits, watching them bounce as his fingers play around with your areola causing you to beg even more for a release. he gets the whole view from underneath you, and he is obsessed with just groping your chest.

and when you lean in closer as your orgasm is near, he finds this as an opportunity to latch his lips and suckle around your nipples while his one hand teases the other. it makes you go haywire, grinding your hips with vitality chasing for that desired high. suguru still continuing his movements, purring for you to cum.

“c’mon baby, cum f’me. c’mon, i know you can.”

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ TOJI FUSHIGURO - your p*$$y

toji is greedy. needy. fucking horny. he’s whipped for you, your body…especially your pussy. the bed is messy, the air is hot from all your panting and begging for toji to go deeper. he’s above you, legs raised to his shoulders and he’s admiring the view from beneath.

he’s biting his lips to point they’re almost bleeding, entranced at the sight of how much he stretches you out. how his girth is thrusting into you, he just can’t help but hover his fingers over your cunt.

he’ll full on drag the surface of his palm against you, curiosity peaking at how you’d react; you’re whining from the sudden action. but your whining soon turns to a loud gasp at the feeling of his thick digits teasing the folds of your soaking clit. it has you arching your back, and gripping the bedsheets till your knuckles turn white. meanwhile toji is getting a rise from your reaction, so he continues to rub, pinch, press his fingers along your pussy.

he’ll continue this till his release, not caring whether or not you have already done so yourself. he’ll overstimulate you if he very so pleases.

“yeah? you wanna cum again? go on honey. fuckin’ cum.”

@svtcrus || 02.28.24

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