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legendsofmyriad · 1 year ago

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Legends of Myriad: Arc One - Chapter 22: Making Headway

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Calloused palms outstretched, Azra influenced another fork of red magic into the writhing tempest. Crimson and ruby washed along the riled grey to lend comfort to the terrified souls inside. It’s all right, he soothed, detaching the remaining life force from the ashes. You can rest now.

He lost track of time and the number of spirits he helped on their way, but eventually, the shrieks and cries subsided. What had greeted him as a frenzied mass tempered beneath his power, departing the realm of the living with whispered gratitude and a final, relieved breath.

Boot soles crunched at the excess grit and sand on the patio behind him. Her presence ghosted up his nape to tickle at his cheeks. The alluring, sweet aroma of deadly Osimer blooms that followed in her wake captivated his senses, and stabilising his magic, he stole a quick glimpse. Delicate lilac flecks in her eyes shifted as she observed him.

“I brought you some water and something to eat,” Lilith said, carrying the covered plate and the filled bottle to the bench. “Professor Spark asked me to remind you not to overwork yourself.”

Azra pondered whether Bartholomew had requested she relay that message or if it was a ploy to disguise her own concern. Regardless, he grunted in acknowledgement and attempted to return to his work, but her proximity flustered him, the staggering emotions emanating from her provoking his concentration.

“The storm isn’t proving too difficult to fix,” he told her, low and distant, hoping to quell her uncertainty.

“I didn’t ask.”

“No, but I can feel it.” With a slight dip of his head, he inhaled deep and slow. “Or are you forgetting what my power permits me to see?”

Teeth gritted and fingers flexing, Lilith endeavoured to conceal her mounting agitation. “How could I forget,” she replied levelly, a biting undertone lacing her voice, “when that same power caused so much harm?”

Azra’s arms buckled under a rippling pang, but he managed to brace himself against the uncomfortable sensation. Within the depths of his wounded soul, he wanted to apologise, to mend the fractures between them and leave the war in the past. But the more he ruminated, the more he wondered whether it would be simpler if she held on to that animosity she harboured for him. Would it be fairer to let her get on with her life without him, never having to see his face and be haunted by the memories of the lives he plundered, the friendships and loved ones he callously ripped away? With him gone, she had the chance to start anew, free from the constant reminder of the heartache he had inflicted.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be staying long,” he assured her, continuing to hush the storm. “I’m going back to Solgarde as soon as this is done.”

“Rather presumptuous of you to think I’d worry,” Lilith shot before she could withhold the remark. Once it was out, there was no stopping the rest. “No, you’re perfectly capable of looking out for yourself. And only yourself. Altair keeps telling me you are remorseful, but you are just as cagey as ever. Or is that only with me?” Her chest rose and fell with her pounding breaths in a rhythmic dance of exertion as she expelled the discomfort from her body. “It doesn’t matter. At least I know once you have served your purpose, you will be leaving.”

Her words crashed into him like arrows, nesting in the devotion he housed for her and meshing into a spinous wreckage. Tainted and split, her own affection cracked even more. Little of the light remained.

That time is over, he reminded himself, imagining the faded imprint on her heart where her love had once flourished and bloomed year after year. His own flickered just as waning. Do not do this to yourself. Do not do this to her.

He bit the inside of his mouth until he almost tasted blood, fighting back the crushing desire to confess every shred of fondness he still nurtured for her. Footsteps fading, he allowed the solitude consume him.

It would be better this way. By isolating himself and his destructive gifts, he could decrease the likelihood of inflicting more pain. He would provide help wherever possible, but then he would vanish again. A ghost. A spectre.

Collapsing onto the bench, he cleared the residues of magic fizzling on his palms. With some reluctance, he decided to take a longer break than planned to allow the more persistent marks to melt before resuming his task. He knew he should have worn gloves, but he loathed the restraint of the taut fabric and clasps burrowing into his wrists.

He squirmed and manoeuvred until his back met the wall, and placed the plate that Lilith had brought him on his lap. A bowl of shrew berries, citrus pieces, and an assortment of oat clusters rested in the middle of the platter.

How many times had she silently delivered him food and water in the early hours, restless nights ravaged by work? How many yawns had she hidden to hold her warm body against his and ward off the unforgiving nighttime chill? Rarely had she instructed him to go to sleep or acknowledged the exhausted, bruised smudges under his eyes. Instead, she had loved him. Supported him in ways he didn’t deserve, and now… now all of that was lost.

He popped a cluster and a dripping section of yellow fruit into his mouth, wondering whether that was for the best. Let the past rest, he told himself. Let time seal the hurt. For you and for her.

Determined not to dwell on matters she couldn’t resolve, Lilith briskly made her way into the lab. Waves of heat from the working machinery engulfed her, washing away the stinging cold and soothing her bitter aches. She would have traded anything to be in the common room at The Citadel, cocooned in a fluffy blanket with a steaming hot tea in hand. Rain ricocheting off the windowpane until it was dampened by the insistent crackles beneath the engraved mantelpiece. Tiny gusts tunnelling down the chimney for attention and coaxing the flames. Peace. That was what she wanted. A quiet hush that melted her worries, a pocket of time where she was permitted to exist without expectations or obligation.

Yet she didn’t have the luxury of lingering in those comforting thoughts. The Core needed waking, Myriad teetered on a precipice, and the flickering fireplace and tempestuous nights would have to wait until the nine worlds were secure.

Clicking over tile and aged wood, she loosened the first few buttons on her jacket and fanned the heat from her face as the churning equipment became almost stifling.

“Ah, there you are!” Bartholomew said, excitement exuding from his features and his eyes shining with renewed enthusiasm. “Come, I have something to show you.”

Lilith followed him to the cluttered worktable, books and browning research papers haphazardly scattered and piled along the surface. Findings and ideas were already taking shape in the opened notepads resting on the corner of the wide desk.

“This may be a bit of a stretch, but I believe if it is conducted correctly, it has a high chance of success,” Professor Spark said as he shuffled the sheets and located the required textbook. “To wake The Core, we need to kick start the ecosystem.”

“Like plant trees and clear the atmosphere?” Lilith questioned.

“Not exactly.” He flipped the pages and tapped on a diagram that showcased the intricate connections between four distinct elements, arrows and cryptic symbols intertwining them. “A long time ago, The Core gave these blessings to four of the worlds of Myriad when they were in need. A magical bird was given to Delorem, pure temporal essence to Eternity, a unique water to Skuld, and a rare mineral to Prosperia. Nothing could taint them or mix with them, so they should still be in their original states.”

“Even the bird?”

“It does not breed as others of its kind do. Their numbers may dwindle, but they would never go extinct. Combined, these four elements have the ability to restore the land.”

As she contemplated the plan, she grazed her fingertips over the musty, crinkled maps, wandering around the stones and trinkets holding down their edges. It spread out to her like a promise, inviting her into a world of adventure and untold stories. And at that precise moment, vulnerable. The few things she had read about The Core since arriving at the lab were enough to indicate how severe the matter was. With little time to spare, they were racing to keep ahead of the ticking clock, and each passing hour amplified the threat of impending chaos.

“Two academy students are already in Eternity and Delorem, so I will contact them with the details,” Bartholomew explained. “While they are collecting the bird feather and the temporal essence, you and I can travel to Skuld and Prosperia.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me, professor,” she agreed.

“I shall call them now. Be prepared to leave once I return.” Lilith playfully saluted, her mischievous grin matching his own, and he bounded down the steps to the communication console.

“Off on another venture,” Altair commented quietly, relaxing against the low worktable. Despite the excitement in her aura, he noticed the wearied, thought-ridden pinch on the bridge of her nose. He didn’t need to question what occupied her mind. He knew the cause was outside fixing the storm as they spoke.

Without uttering a word, he brought her in for a supportive embrace. “It will be all right,” he promised. “You will grow around the wounds.”

“I thought keeping my distance would make it easier,” she admitted, “but it hasn’t. One second, I see him wanting to say something, and the next the icy wall descends, and it’s like we never knew each other at all. I haven’t exactly helped, I’m fully aware of that, but… I wish he would just say what he needs to.” She stepped back, inhaling the warm air to suppress the surge of emotions threatening to overflow.

“I shall talk to him while you are away,” Altair offered. “It would hardly be fair for me to speak my mind with you about the situation and not him. Who knows? Perhaps we can resolve this. Find a way for you both to be comfortable.”

“It would take a miracle, but if you’re up for the challenge, you may do as you wish,” Lilith said. “But right now, duty calls, and I had better not keep it waiting.”

Bartholomew adjusted the dial inch by inch, fine-tuning the frequency and flicking the switches beside it as he listened for a stable rhythm within the static hiss. Fluctuations in the communication lines disrupted the visual display, stubbornly persisting before an abrupt pop terminated the transmission for a fourth time. With a grumble, he planted his hands on his hips.

Stooping over the controls, he flipped through Oscar’s reports, skimming the vivid descriptions of various types of flora and occasional anecdotes about his travels. Weeks had passed since he last wrote, briefly describing an outskirt village he had come across and his eagerness to delve into his next research endeavour.

With a flick of his wrist, Professor Spark activated the holographic map, projecting a detailed model of the area Oscar had mentioned. “Swamp land,” he muttered to himself as he enhanced the image of the watery copse. “No atmospheric disturbances, no localised weather events, no magical traces.”

If Bartholomew hadn’t become accustomed to Lilith’s aura, he would not have realised she was standing right behind him until she spoke, her footsteps so light she may as well have been a mouse. “Is there a problem?” she asked.

“I cannot reach Oscar,” he answered. “He is currently on Lucarian charting vegetation growth for me, but my attempts to communicate are being blocked.”

“By him?”

“No. There seems to be some sort of disruption to the connection.”

“Is he okay?” Lilith questioned sharply, mind alight and poised for action. “Did he mention anything unusual or voice any concerns before you lost contact?”

In a composed gesture, Bartholomew turned from the map and shook his head. “At this stage, there is no need to panic. Since the gateways are still re-establishing themselves, signals can waver and take a while to settle. We should be able to talk to him soon.” She concealed her doubts behind a calm facade, but the slight crease by her eyes betrayed her apprehension. “Professor Bevan, perhaps you could monitor the Lucarian channels for me while Lilith and I are away?”

Altair hummed his agreement and huffed a memory-filled breath. “You wouldn’t believe the mishaps Citadel students can get into, yet they always manage to find their way back.”

“Not all of them,” Lilith said, two sets of bespectacled gazes resting on her.

Glimmers of remorse festered, and Altair lowered his chin. He supposed, when he dug through the thick layer of optimism he liked to approach situations with, that not every student returned. Some were left scarred, some wheeled home on clicker horses, tormented by what they had experienced. And some never made it. All those empty classroom chairs, all those spaces where they had once shone with energy and ambition. Curiosity had grown bored with them and abandoned them to wither. It wasn’t always glorious adventure they found, but a cruel reality that was not as merciful as fairy stories.

“I am certain that it is a signal issue,” Bartholomew assured them. “The tablet I gave him is active, and I have set up a memo for him. Once the link is back, he should receive it.”

“I will keep a close eye on the communications,” Altair promised. He glanced over to Lilith, offering her a reassuring look that smoothed away the furrow of worry.

Bartholomew patted the man’s shoulder in gratitude and made long-legged strides around the lab, gathering items from drawers and cabinets and stuffing them into his satchel. “All going to plan, our venture should not take up too much time. I know where to locate the mineral in Prosperia, and the folk on Skuld used to be rather friendly, so if that is still the case, I cannot see us encountering any problems in attaining the water.”

“Until logistics find a way of intervening,” Lilith pointed out. “Never assume something will run smoothly just because you expect it to. Theory and practice are two different beasts.”

“Spoken like a true warrior,” Bartholomew noted. “In any case, we should get going. I shall prepare the gateway.”

Lilith’s unblinking scrutiny dawdled on him until he was out of earshot, and she redirected her focus to Altair. “Contact me as soon as you receive any news from Oscar,” she said, “because if we do not hear from him by the time I return, I’ll find a way to Lucarian and bring him home myself. I refuse to let anybody make a habit of putting our students in danger, I don’t care who they think they are or what power they possess.”

“Of course, Commander Cleaver,” the professor of magic replied, sensing the combative instinct within her taking over. “You will be the first to know. And if we are dealing with a tricky situation, I have ways of getting a message to Sunbreak agents.” She offered him a grateful nod, and he reciprocated the expression, wordlessly expressing his support of her judgement; the pupils of the Citadel had endured enough, and despite Bartholomew’s intentions and his budding friendship, Altair would not allow innocents to be cast into the flames in order to test the severity of the inferno.

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satellite-evans · 2 years ago

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insomniamamma · 4 years ago

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Masterlist: Oh crap I guess I write fic now (and some original art)

Prospect:

Egret AU:

Greenhorn: Young!Ezra x F!reader

Fairy Tale of Puggart Bench: Young!Ezra X F!reader

Entangled: Young!Ezra x F!reader

Nightswimming: Young!Ezra x F!reader

Prickle:

Prickle: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Brigand: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Rain: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Pigment: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Where the Heart is: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Clean Dirt: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Ribbons and Wings: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Screaming Mimis: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Sacellum: Ezra xF! reader w/Cee

Safe: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Found: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee **smut**

Night of Hunters: Ezra xF!reader w/Cee

Fancy: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Indulgence: Ezra x F!reader

Christmas in the Ephrate: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Seasonal: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Ezra + Little Microfic: Ezra x F!reader

Glory: Ezra x f!reader

Liminal:

“Ferris Wheels Are For Old People”: Ezra x F!Reader w/Cee

Liminal: Ezra and Cee (no reader insert)

“Surf City Goodness”: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Late Bloomers: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Tricks (Or How Bee Girl Got Seduced Into A Life of Crime): Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Oneshots:

Euphemisms: Ezra x F!reader

To Have and to Hold: Ezra x Gn!Reader

Persistence: Ezra xF!Reader w/Cee

Remain Nameless: Ezra and Cee w/Gn!Reader

Collide: Ezra x Gn!Reader

Stuck: Ezra x f!reader

Ezra + Hopeful Microfic: Ezra and Cee

Tessellation: Ezra and Cee

Needles & Pins: Tattoo Artist!Ezra x f!reader w/cee

Threefold: Ezra x f!reader w/Cee

Gravity: Ezra x F!reader

Headcannons:

Soft!Ezra headcannons

The Mandalorian:

Blue Morning: Fennec Shand x f!Twi’lek reader

The Shallow: Din Djarin x F!reader

Dragon AU:

Dragon: Boba Fett x Gn!Reader

Small Stakes: Boba Fett x Gn!Reader

Bright Lights, Big City: Boba Fett x Gn!Reader

Atin’ika AU:

Stubborn: Din Djarin x Gn!reader

Hands: Din Djarin x Gn!reader w/Grogu

The Song of the Wrong Response: Din Djarin x Gn!reader

Triple Frontier:

About What We Want: Frankie Morales x f!pregnant!reader

Vanilla: Frankie Morales x f!reader **smut**

Pumpkin Guts: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Frisbees and Cherry Trees: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Over Easy: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Changes: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Maze (Changes AU): Frankie Morales x f!reader

The Triple Frontier Boys and Kittens

The Triple Frontier Boys and Spiders

House Comes With A Bird:

Ephemera: Nico (House Comes with a Bird) x f!reader.

Surrender: Nico (House Comes with a Bird) x f!reader

Nautical Twilight: Nico (House Comes with a Bird) x f!reader

Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own: Nico (House Comes with a Bird) x f!reader

Nico NSFW Alphabet

Somnophilia with Nico

Crowdstrike: Nico (House Comes with a Bird) x f!reader

The Last of Us:

In The Light They Both Look The Same: Joel Miller x f!sexworker!reader

Spinner: Joel MIller X F!reader

Forever’s Gonna Start Tonight: Joel Miller x F!reader

Year of Kisses:

Closing Time: Marcus Pike x f!reader

Glory: Ezra x f!reader (Prickle’verse AU)

The Shallow: Din Djarin x F!reader

Tessellation: Ezra and Cee

Threefold: Ezra x f!reader w/Cee

Gravity: Ezra x F!reader

We Came Along This Road: Frankie Morales x F!reader

Fan Art:

Fae King Ezra

Haunted Din

Naga Oberyn

Nico on the rooftop in a sunset made beautiful by smog

Selkie Cee

Original Art:

Art thing(webcomic IDK what the actual title is yet):

Panel 1 comms array

Panel 1 progress vid

Panel 2 control console (in progress)

J!TheMando:

J! as a Mandalorian:

used this Halloween photo as reference:

j!TheMando progress

j!TheMando progress 2

j!TheMando progress 3

j!TheMando progress 4

j!TheMando progress5

j!TheMando progress so far

Moodboards:

Rainer Maria Rilke

aesthetic game

queen of poisons

Azra Tabassum (Ezra vibes)

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 4 years ago

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🌅SUNSET PT.2🌅

Prompt: Continuation of the Sunset drabble

Word Count: Ugh, long!

Pairings: Seth Rollins x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, angst, physical assault, cursing.

Tag: @marlananicole , @theworldofotps , @new-zealand-chic , @yungbludjazz360 , @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan

Notes: Ok, I’m officially in love with Azra 😍! Continuing the saga: “Gaby is in her Seth Rollins’ phase” Here’s the second part of the Sunset drabble.This kind of wrote itself, so here you go...If you would like to know how this story begun, check out the first part on my Masterlist. Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) You can check them out on my Masterlist. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“Y/N? What are you doing out here in the rain?” Seth asked

“I-I didn’t know where to go”

“Hi, prince charming” Azra waves at him from his front porch where she stood with a now, 5 months old, Amal.

“Hello, princess” He smiled at her and asked me “What happened?”

“He’s a bastard, that’s what happened”

Seth’s eyebrows raise in surprise to hear me talk like that about my soon to be ex husband

“Let’s go inside”

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It was now 11 p.m., way passed the kids bedtime so they ended up sleeping on Seth’s couch with his dog, Kevin by their side

“They’re out” He chuckle

“Yeah, it was a hectic day”

“Why don’t you go take a hot shower, take off your wet clothes and we’ll talk about what happened? In the meantime I’ll take them up to the guest room so they can sleep more comfortably” He asked and I nodded

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Seth placed his own cleaned clothes on the countertop for me. A black t-shirt, boxers, grey sweatpants and a pair of white socks.

When I leave the bathroom he’s already waiting for me in the leaving room with two cups of hot chocolate for us.

“Thank you” I mumbled softly, sitting on the couch

He smirked “No problem, baby”

I decided to ignore the tingling his sweet words caused in my stomach and asked what has caught my attention since I entered his house

“Where’s your wife? I want to apologize to her for the inconvenience”

“I don’t know where she is” He shrugs

I give him a quizzical look

Seth laughed “She’s not my wife anymore. That’s why I don’t know where she is”

“Oh” I gasped in shock “I’m sorry to hear that”

“Nah, it’s ok. I did us both a favor. I love somebody else and so did she...who were we fooling but ourselves? The only difference is that she gets to be with the love of her life and I” He looked at me “Hope one day I’ll get to be with mine too” Seth gave me a weak smile before asking “So, what happened?”

“He cheated on me and she’s pregnant. But according to him, it meant nothing.” I scoff

“What? You’re kidding me?” He asks in disbelief

“To be honest I think I saw that coming...he changed, a lot! Especially with the kids...I guess it was just the calm before the storm”

“Do you know who that girl is and if she’s really pregnant?”

“No and I don’t care. The minute he slid his dick into someone else without even thinking about me or the kids or even the fact that he could bring some kind of STD home from whatever whore he’s fucking, I don’t care if she is or not pregnant. That’s his problem not mine!”

“That’s dangerous Y/N. Tomorrow morning we can go get you tested if you’d like”

“I already did, thank you” I smile in appreciation “I’m clean, thank God”

Seth sighed in relief “What are you gonna do now?”

I shrugged “I think I’ll go back to my parents house. I don’t really have a place to go so I figured that would be the best thing to do... But it’s just for a while, until I can get my life back together and then who knows?”

“Or you can stay here with me” He offers

I look at him in shock

“Seth, I-I really appreciate your gesture but I can’t accept it.”

“Why not?”

“Well, since I had Amal I’m unemployed, I wouldn’t be able to help you pay the bills plus there’s the kids and-“

“I didn’t say I wanted you here as a roommate to help me pay the bills, Y/N. I want you and the kids here as my guests! I don’t want you to worry about anything financially, I just want you to stay for as long as you need and once you figure everything out, you can leave if that’s your wish. Although I wish you won’t”

“Seth, are you sure? I don’t want us to be a burden for you”

“You could never be a burden to me, baby” He winks

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It’s been 4 months now, since we moved in with Seth. Azra is helping me to separate the chopped bell peppers by color order, so we can get dinner started while Amal stares from the kitchen door on his little baby jumper.

I sing with Azra an old Arabic song when the front door opened, making Amal scream in joy to see Seth.

“Hey buddy, where is our girls, huh?” He asked him, placing his duffel bag on the floor and going to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Seth grabs Amal from the jumper and heads to the kitchen island.

“SETH” Azra screams, quickly jumping from the island to hug Seth’s legs

“Azra! We don’t jump from other people’s furniture, that’s not polite!” I reprimanded her

“Sorry, mommy” She said hugging his legs

“It’s ok, Y/N” Seth chuckled “Hi, princess. How are you?” He squats down to grab her up in his free arm

“Good, but I missed you” She mumbles with her tiny face buried on the crook of his neck

“Aww, I missed you too, sweetie. So, so much!” He kisses her forehead

“Did you really?” Azra hopefully asked, looking into his eyes “Daddy never said he missed me” She said, hurtful

My heart hurt in anger to hear such words filled with disappointment from my daughter’s mouth. I’m gonna kill Jonathan as soon as I get the chance!

“Don’t mind him, princess. The important thing is that I missed you. And I love you so, so much!” Seth bumped his nose with hers “I love you, Azra. And you, Amal” He looks at him, making Amal giggle joyfully “And I love, mommy” Seth winked at me

“Can I call you daddy?” She asked

“Azra!” I reprimand her once more

“Of course you can, baby!” Seth smiles, kissing her cheek

Azra claps her tiny hands in happiness and says “You see, Amal. Seth is our new daddy!” She caresses Amal’s short blond hair “You have to call him daddy from now on, ok?” She asked and Amal mumbled.

With a voice full of love, Seth asked

“So, what’s for dinner?”

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After dinner, Seth puts the kids down for bed and reads them a bedtime story. Azra’s all time favorite: Aladdin.

In the middle of the story they’re fast asleep and he comes down to the living room. Sitting on the couch beside me.

“You didn’t had to do that, you know?”

“Do what?” He asked

“All those things you said to Azra! Mainly the daddy thing. That was unnecessary, Seth. I already have to kill Jonathan for hurting her like that, I don’t want to have to add you to the list as well” I spat

“Do you think I was lying about that?”

I gave him a cynical look

“So you think I let you and kids stay here with me just because I want to have the pleasure of kicking you out someday? Really, Y/N? I’m not Jonathan! You know me better than that”

I opened my mouth to say something when the doorbell rang.

Seth opened the door and the last person I was expecting to see, bursted in like the house was his.

“Where is she?”

“Hey, hey! Where do you think you’re going?” Seth stopped Jon “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? I don’t recall saying you could come in, get the fuck out of my house” Seth shove him away

“I’ll only leave this house with my wife and kids! Do you think I’m dumb? Do you think that I don’t know she’s here?” Jon stepped closer to Seth “Do you think that I don’t know that you still have the hots for my wife? Give up, pal! She’s mine, I won. Now get the fuck out of my sight, so I can take my wife and kids home”

“That’s cute” Seth chuckled lightly “But not gonna happen. Get the fuck out before I kick your ass”

“Oh, you’re that committed to get that pussy, huh?” Jon laughs

“Don’t talk about her like that” Seth snarled

“She hasn’t fucked you yet, has she?” He stares at Seth for a few seconds “No, she hasn’t! That’s why you’re so desperate, right?” Jon leans forward “I gotta say though, if I were you, I would also be desperate. I mean, such a good pussy like Y/N has and to never be able to have it” Jon grinned “Would drive any man mad”

And then it happened.

Seth’s fist connected to Jon’s jaw and the most horrendous bar fight started. I ran to the front door to try to stop the fight.

“Seth, please! He’s not worth it”

“Hey doll” Jon bloody smiles “Missed me?” Jon moves his tongue in licking motions.

Seth growls punching him more vigorously on the floor

“SETH, DON’T!” I screamed

“DADDY” Azra yells, crying from the stairs and running towards the fight

“Azra, no!” I run to stop her

“Please, daddy. Stop!” She sobs

And to our surprise, she delicately places her small little hand on Seth’s arm

“Please, daddy! I don’t want you to go to that place where they keep bad men locked away” She begged

Seth quickly got up from the floor, scooping her up in his arms

“I’m sorry, sweetie. I didn’t mean to scare you” He whispered

“Please stay with me, daddy? Don’t leave me, please” She cries

“I’ll never leave you, baby. I’ll always be here with you. I love you, remember?”

“Daddy? What the fuck?” Jon tried to approach them but stopped as soon as he sees me grabbing the fire poker

“What are you doing, Y/N?” Jon asked, slightly scared

“Get the fuck out or I swear to God I’ll kill you right here!”

“Y/N, you’re not thinking straight, doll. He brainwashed you”

“You have five seconds to leave or the next thing laying around the floor is going to be your brains”

“Kitten, please. Just hear me out-“

“You’ve been warned, Jonathan. And you know I’m crazy enough to do it! One, two-“

“No, let’s talk about it” Jon shook his head

“Five” I whispered and fastly swung the fire poker up making Jon run out the door.

I close and lock the front door and ran upstairs to check on Amal, who was surprisingly still asleep.

I meet Seth and Azra on the kitchen. They are talking while Seth holds her in his arms and makes her some chamomile tea to calm her down.

“I don’t want him as my daddy anymore. He’s mean and scary! I want you as my daddy” She sobs

“And I am, sweetie! I’ll always be here to protect you, Amal and mommy from him or any other bad men. Ok?” He asked and she nodded

“I love you” Seth hugs her tightly, kissing her temple.

“I love you too, daddy” She answers, with her arms tightly closed around Seth’s neck

“Here, baby” He gives Azra her light blue Frozen bottle with the tea on it “Drink it, so you can go night-night”

......................................................................

“It took her a while but she’s sleeping now” Seth sighed “I’m sorry, Y/N. I-“

I interrupted him with a passionate kiss. Seth’s hands quickly locked around my waist, sitting me up on his en suite bathroom countertop.

“I love you” I whispered

Seth smiled “Say it again”

“I love you, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me! I love you, Seth”

He sighed in relief “I love you too, baby. Always have! Since the first day I laid eyes on you”

“Show me?” I ask

“All night long, baby” He chuckled, picking me up in his arms, taking us to his bed.

Where he kept his promise and showed me all night long why this was a choice I’ll never regret making it...

Please if you’re comfortable with it, let me know your thoughts on this? Feedbacks are always appreciated 🥰😘

#seth rollins fanfiction #seth rollins x reader #seth rollins #seth rollins one shot #seth rollins imagines #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe one shot #wwe fanfiction

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coffee-and-geto · 3 months ago

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“HAVE YOU SEEN MY PANTIES?”

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader

summary: in a lazy, hot summer afternoon, it’s your boyfriend’s turn to do the laundry. but why doesn’t he respond when you’re asking where’s your panties?

warnings: +18, smut, nsfw, gojo is your boyfriend, needy! gojo, cute! gojo, fluff, nipple play, panties sniffling, masturbation (m), oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, sex (p in v), also based on a @/yunonoai’s comic!

wc: 2,128

“Babe, can you do the laundry? I have a call.”

“Sure,” Satoru replies, standing up from the couch where he was lazily lying down, chilling out in front of some tiktoks.

He steps towards the bathroom, the laundry hamper waiting for him to be emptied and washed. With a resigning sigh, he looks down at the heap of dirty clothes. One of them overhangs them all: your favorite panties — the one he bought you last month.

The lace surrounds with finesse the satin fabric of your favorite color.

So how can he not be hard at the only sight that reminds him how long you both haven’t had sex?

Fuck.

His breathing becomes heavier, each inhaling being a trial to not pay attention to the prominent bulge swelling down his gray jogging pants. Of course, the memory of your whimpers will always be like music to his ears, the fwap sounds of his cock buried deep, so deep, inside of your wet pussy, and his balls, so much filled with his cum and tightening when he's about to climax, slapping against your ass at each pound into you.

He is grouching now, at the edge of whining in need of your full attention — but of course, you needed to have a call at this very moment.

His hand twitches to his crotch, palming his already hard erection through the soft fabric of his pants, electricing at quiet moans, Satoru’s beautiful face wincing in pleasure. He swallows thick, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and gives in. With messy movements, he lifts up his black shirt to grab the hem at his watering mouth and muffle his cute sounds between his clenched teeth and jaw. The fresh air blow at his hard abs, making him tensing his belly with scorching skin.

His big, calloused hand fiddles with his erection, so ready to free himself from the torturous sensation of your pretty panties, which he holds between his fingers and brings to his nose to inhale your scent, which makes him like a little puppy for you. Satoru utters a desperate whimper and finally buries his hand under his clothes to release his quivering cock.

It’s much bigger than usual, beads of precum glistening on the angry red tip, and veins sinuating the flesh. Of course, it’s perfect. That’s why it will never seem strange to anyone to see him stroke himself. He lazily fucks his tight fist, picturing your sweet pussy as he closes his eyes, beads of sweat leaking from his temples a flush spreads all over his cheeks.

His length girth throbs between his digits, coursing waves of lust through him as Satoru quickens the pace, as the same as his heartbeat. Saliva damps the fabric of his black shirt, and the idea of substituting the hem of his shirt with your panties carries out straight away, increasing his arousal until it’s twitching in a maddened way. With each stroke, the pre spreads along his shaft to allow it to be lubricated, at the point that if you all of a sudden show up in the bathroom, you both can skip the foreplay but damn!

“Toru? Did you see my panties?” Your voice echoes through another room.

But he doesn’t answer anyway.

“Fuck,” he grunts in a quiet whine, “miss you so much, babe.” His balls tighten, following the next moment — and it doesn’t take that much time he expected, because a few seconds after he twists his wrist in an upstroke movement — the exact way you’d do to him — he’s already cumming on the heap of laundry, dirtying them even more they already were, puddles of a viscous liquid, spreading out in droplets as the orgasmic peak subsides.

Panting heavily, he doesn’t hear you burst into the bathroom as you exclaim, “Satoru? You serious? Look at the state of the laundry now!”

With a swift gesture, he removes your panties from his mouth and turns his head suddenly towards you. He’s unable to justify himself and simply watches your disapproving pout ruffle your pretty lips. “Sorry babe, I'll clean it up.” He also notes how your mere presence makes him hard immediately despite having softened a moment earlier with the moment of “relief” he wished to provide for himself.

“Where are my panties?” you ask a second time as you rummage, eyebrows furrowed, through the basket of dirty laundry.

Satoru rubs the back of your neck nervously and hesitates to hide your underwear in his palm. “Uh... here,” he murmurs softly, slightly discomfited as you pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation.

“You’re that much needy?”

Satoru looks down, a little boyish pout on his lips that breaks your heart. “Sorry...”

Your frown softens. “Oh, um— No, Toru, please don’t gimme that look,” you whisper, walking over to him, your hands instinctively cupping his cheeks to make him look down at you. “I’m sorry, my love. You need to tell me when you need me, okay?”

Satoru nods slowly, still guiltily pouting. “Can I have you? Please? Just one round, I swear I’ll be gentle,” he murmurs.

His request makes your lips curl up. “My boy does want me? You’re cute, almost begging like this.” You graze a kiss on his cheek. “Get on your knees.”

“Like that?” His knees make contact with the floor, his cock still outside his dangling jogging suit. He so fucking cute, listening to you so obediently.

“Good boy,” you coo, sliding pants down your thighs. Your black panties hug the swell of your hips, your intoxicating scent spreading toward Satoru’s nostrils.

He moves towards you using his knees to grip your hips and sniff your scent once more. The action makes you giggle so much that it makes you suck in a breath when he pulls down your underwear to kiss your groin. “Love you,” he whispers. “I want to taste you, please.”

“Satoru, just wait I—” But he cuts you off, darting out his tongue to lick a strip enough to feel your bundle of nerves. A moan escapes your lips, driving your breath as crazy as he’s doing with his skillful mouth.

“You’re dripping,” Satoru comments, kissing your lower lips swiftly before grabbing you by the thighs and lifting you up, dropping you off the washing machine. “Spread your legs,” he mumbled, all needy and flushed to eat you out.

And how long he hadn’t—

It’s like he’s drunk on you, ignoring your moans and whimpers as he rests his cheeks on your inner thigh to wrap his wrist around your thighs. His fingertips dig into the flesh of your thighs, trapping you firmly. “Keep ‘em spread, baby,” he purrs, lapping your soaked core and sensitive, puffy clit. “It tastes s’good, I’ve missed you.”

His dick twitches and throbs afterward, your sweet sounds re-hardening him and making him more swollen than he was even after the few rubs he did to relieve himself.

“Hmm, ah, Satoru, you—” you trail off, throwing back your head against the wall, your hands grabbing the washing machine’s edge until your knuckles turn white. “I’ll be close, I—” you babble, and the realization of how much not having sex with him for so long is turning you into a virgin-like. And also, the clenching feeling of your pussy, lips parting and closing around nothing hits you so hard.

You need to cum on his cock.

“Satoru, stop,” you gasp, your fingers snaking gently through his white lock and tugging them carefully.

He stops the moment after your whine reaches his ears — a sound ringing like music to his ear. “But… I haven’t made you come yet,” he murmurs, rubbing your clit slowly with his forefinger and middle finger. His cute pout is now begging you to give him grace.

“I want to cum on your dick,” you clarify, leaning in, your lips pressing down a gentle, loving kiss on this beautiful forehead of him.

“You sure? I haven’t stretched you beforehand.” He rises from his former crouching position and holds his sensitive length closer to your core.

“I don’t mind, I just want you right now,” you blow out, kissing his free hand.

Satoru blushes — and oh, how can anyone fall in love with this cute little face you want to madly shower with cuddles and kisses? “Can we put it in while I kiss you?” he requests, bringing his lips closer to yours.

You let out a little laugh, pressing a first kiss on his lips. “You’re so cute.”

But something makes your eyes drop lower, and you feel it. Satoru’s hand holds his shaft enough well to tap the tip and the length below on your core, teasing your squelching cunt.

“C’mon, don’t tease me, I want you n— Ah!” He shuts you down by crashing his lips on yours and sliding himself easily in you, stretching you impossibly wide. “S-Satoru, you’re bigger than usual,” you whimper.

Your hands grab his broad shoulder, nails sinking in his compressed black shirt, lips moving on their own to taste yourself on his wet lips. His tender tongue asks to enter you, and you allow him, soft strokes on each other’s tongue.

Satoru moans in the melting kiss, waiting for you to adjust, and starts gentle back and forth hips moves, hissing through his teeth by the sweet, delicious tightness of yours. “You feel so good,” he squeals between kisses. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You gasp, swallowing hard because of the different paces your brain can’t focus on — stolen kisses and perfect pounds into you. It’s so deep, so mastered, that it’s driving you mad and making you see stars.

Breaking the kiss, Satoru wraps his muscled arms around your back and encircles you flush against him, your heartbeat matching with his, and your fingernails slide down his back as you almost lose strength and balance every time his tip brushes against your cervix, etching red scratch marks for sure on his back as soon as he will remove his shirt.

With another buck before pulling out fully, he slides back in and manages to reach your deepest point, making your back arch and cry out. “Satoru, please, I’m so close,” you whine, wincing because of his hips rocking in you faster and harder.

The washing machine sways to the same rhythm, threatening to give way under your weight. Your heavy, ragged breaths fill the air in a kind of steam room. Blood beats at your ears, your gummy walls clenching around his long, big dick without ceasing and have mercy for you.

But as if that wasn’t enough, Satoru slides your top off with a swift movement of his hand to free one of your breasts and taste the nipple. He sucks hard, tongue pulling and swirling at the nub like no other. The action makes you roll your eyes, the overstimulation engulfing you like a wave would.

He then uses his head to tease your nipple with a gentle tug, his cerulean-blue eyes captivated by your curve. You squeal, your walls swallowing up his thrusts inside you, tightening more and more until he gives in and takes you back into his arms, but this time with a hand under your thigh to lift it up and enable him to reach an even more precise and deep angle, making you scream out his name.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” Satoru warns you, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, and his jaw tense from clenching. “Please, where—”

“Inside me, Satoru,” you whimper in the hollow of his neck, closing your eyes before the following ride crashes the two of you.

Pussy clenching around his length, you squirt on him with a small cry, and Satoru does likewise, twitching as he grunts and his hips jerk to reach your womb and fill you up with his cum.

Muscles trembling from the aftermath, you pant against him, as weak as after an intense workout. “I’ve missed you so much,” Satoru whispers in your ear, in the same state as you. His large, quaking hands stroke your hair, soothing you.

White strings escape from your full, swollen-lipped pussy, the sound of trickling filling the silence of the room.

“I promise I’ll do the laundry, but please, can we have cuddles?” Satoru demands, blinking down at you with puppy-dog eyes.

You rest your cheek on his shoulder and nod, a smile stretching your lips, as you reach out to stroke his cheek.

“Of course, my baby.”

DING DONG.

The ringing of the front door echoes in your ears and a memory pops into your head, slapping you in the face.

“Wasn’t Suguru supposed to come to borrow the washing machine here because his is broken?”

Satoru froze, flickering his eyes. “Huh?”

a/n: feelin to write something cute and smutty haha! i think writing things easy like this is unwinding me.

see how he’s so cute? 🥹 pls God give me one…

tags: @ssetsuka @zara-zara11 @bearwithmoo @elliesndg @lymsfm @mutsu422 @whathappenedtobees @drippymcdrippison @koshhin @v31v3t

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another-lost-mc · 1 year ago

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HEADCANONS masterlist

★ headcanons feature a gn!reader unless otherwise stated

➤ SFW Headcanons

When It's MC's Turn to Cook For the Demon Brothers

Dining With the Dateables

Snacks with Thirteen and Mephisto

Shopping For Beauty Supplies ↳ Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus, Beelzebub

When High-Achiever MC Struggles at RAD

When MC Misses Their Sibling ↳ Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Luke, Solomon

When MC Dies and is Reborn in the Celestial Realm

When MC Is Rich AF

When MC Feels Emotionally Numb

When MC Faints/Has a Panic Attack

When MC Makes The Dateables a Kiss Shirt

Going to the Movies

When Movies Make Them Cry

What They Wear To See Barbie

If The Demon Brothers Were Chubby Demons

Caring For MC's Descendants ↳ Demon Brothers | The Dateables

How the Little D's Act When MC Is Dating Someone ↳ Demon Brothers | Barbatos

Shadow-Walking with MC

When The Demon Brothers Hurt MC By Accident

When MC Is A Professional F1 Driver ↳ Demon Brothers | The Dateables + Mephistopheles

The Wild Side ↳ Demon Brothers + Karasu | The Dateables + Azra

When MC Is Scared of Snakes ↳ Leviathan, Barbatos, Mephistopheles

When It's MC's Birthday

Sharing a Birthday with MC

When MC Has a Reversible Mood Plushie

Sunday Routines ↳ Leviathan, Asmodeus, Barbatos, Solomon & Simeon, Mephistopheles

When MC Needs Surgery

The Worst Goodbye: When MC Disappears (Part I)

Welcome Home: When MC Returns (Part II)

➤ NSFW Headcanons

When MC Needs a Little TLC [ gn! + afab!Reader ]

When They Go Down on MC [ afab!Reader ] ↳ Demon Brothers | The Dateables

When MC Gives Them Head ↳ Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Beelzebub

When MC Helps Them With Their Heats [ afab!Reader ] ↳ Demon Brothers | Diavolo + Barbatos | Mephistopheles

When MC is Quiet in Bed

When MC Has a Creative Block ↳ Simeon x Reader x Solomon

When MC Steals Their Clothes ↳ Leviathan, Solomon

When MC Sends Them Audio Porn ↳ Demon Brothers | The Dateables + Side Characters

Would They Use a Love Potion on MC? ↳ Demon Brothers | The Dateables

Got Milk? Lactation Kink Headcanons ↳ Mammon | Levi, Asmo, Beel, Belphie | Solomon ↳ Lucifer, Satan, Diavolo & Barbatos, Simeon, Karasu

Their First Kiss with MC

When They Say "F*ck Lucifer"

When They Find Out MC Has a FWB ↳ Demon Brothers | The Dateables

When Solomon Is MC's FWB

Dating a Chubby!Reader ↳ Thirteen | Solomon | Karasu

Late Night Cravings (For MC) ↳ Leviathan, Belphegor

How They Mark MC

When MC is Shy in Bed

Going on a Road Trip with Driver!MC

When They Have a Size Kink ↳ Older Brothers

When MC's Lover Has Wings

Watching the Movie Se7en

Shower Thoughts: Their Bathing Habits

➤ Return to: Obey Me! Masterlist

#jes.admin #masterlist #obey me masterlist

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tasksweekly · 8 years ago

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[TASK 033: TURKEY]

Shout out to anon for inspiring this task! There’s a masterlist below compiled of over 130+ Turkish faceclaims categorised by gender with their occupation and ethnicity denoted if there was a reliable source. If you want want an extra challenge use random.org to pick a random number! Of course everything listed below are just suggestions and you can pick whichever character or whichever project you desire.

Any questions can be sent here and all tutorials have been linked below the cut for ease of access! REMEMBER to tag your resources with #TASKSWEEKLY and we will reblog them onto the main! This task can be tagged with whatever you want but if you want us to see it please be sure that our tag is the first five tags!

THE TASK - scroll down for FC’s!

STEP 1: Decide on a FC you wish to create resources for! You can always do more than one but who are you starting with? There are links to masterlists you can use in order to find them and if you want help, just send us a message and we can pick one for you at random!

STEP 2: Pick what you want to create! You can obviously do more than one thing, but what do you want to start off with? Screencaps, RP icons, GIF packs, masterlists, PNG’s, fancasts, alternative FC’s - LITERALLY anything you desire!

STEP 3: Look back on tasks that we have created previously for tutorials on the thing you are creating unless you have whatever it is you are doing mastered - then of course feel free to just get on and do it. :)

STEP 4: Upload and tag with #TASKSWEEKLY! If you didn’t use your own screencaps/images make sure to credit where you got them from as we will not reblog packs which do not credit caps or original gifs from the original maker.

THINGS YOU CAN MAKE FOR THIS TASK - examples are linked!

Stumped for ideas? Maybe make a masterlist or graphic of your favourite Turkish faceclaims. A masterlist of names. Plot ideas or screencaps from a music video preformed by a Turkish artist. Masterlist of quotes and lyrics that can be used for starters, thread titles or tags. Guides on Turkish culture and customs.

Screencaps

RP icons [of all sizes]

Gif Pack [maybe gif icons if you wish]

PNG packs

Manips

Dash Icons

Character Aesthetics

PSD’s

XCF’s

Graphic Templates - can be chara header, promo, border or background PSD’s!

FC Masterlists - underused, with resources, without resources!

FC Help - could be related, family templates, alternatives.

Written Guides.

and whatever else you can think of / make!

MASTERLIST!

Note: If you’re using this masterlist for casting purposes please do further research before casting any of the following, it was difficult finding sources for most of these and don’t know if they’re ethnically or nationally Turkish. Many thanks.

Female:

Nebahat Çehre (72) Turkish - actress

Turkish (71) Turkish - actress, screenwriter & director.

Demet Akbağ (57) Turkish - actress

Aydan Şener (54) Turkish - actress

Hülya Avşar (54) Turkish / Kurdish - actress, pop folk singer, businesswoman, columnist, fashion designer, magazine editor, professional tennis player & former beauty pageant titleholder.

Zerrin Tekindor (52) Turkish - actress & painter.

Vahide Perçin (51) Rumelian Turkish - actress.

Vendela Kirsebom (50) Turkish, Norwegian - model actress.

Meltem Cumbul (47) Turkish - actress & TV personality.

Lisa Marie Varon (46) Puerto Rican / Turkish - professional wrestler.

Anna Silk (43) English, Turkish, Cypriot - actress.

Tina Kandelaki (41) Georgian, Greek/Pontic/Pontian Greek / Armenian, Turkish - journalist, public figure, TV presenter & producer.

Fadik Sevin Atasoy (41) Turkish - actress.

Songül Öden (40) Zaza - actress.

Nurgül Yeşilçay (40) Turkish - actress.

Ahu Türkpençe (40) Turkish - actress.

Ceyda Düvenci (39) Kırklareli / Thessaloniki - actress.

Maya Jupiter (38/39) Mexican / Turkish - rapper, songwriter & radio personality.

Özgü Namal (38) Turkish - actress, singer, songwriter, director & screenwriter.

Mine Tugay (38) Turkish - actress.

Selma Ergeç (38) Turkish-German - actress, beauty pageant titleholder, model, designer, philologist, psychologist & doctor.

Ayda Field (37) Turkish / possibly English - actress.

Çağla Kubat (37) Turkish - Turkish model, actress & windsurfer.

Zeynep Beşerler (37) Turkish - actress.

Burcu Kara (37) Turkish - actress.

Aslı Tandoğan (37) Turkish - actress & harpist.

Sibel Kekilli (36) Turkish - actress

Demet Evgar (36) Turkish - actress

Nehir Erdoğan (36) Turkish - actress

Nur Fettahoglu (36) Turkish - actress.

Cansu Dere (36) Turkish - actress, model & beauty pageant runner-up

Ayse Tezel (36) Turkish / Anglo-New Zealander - actress.

Sedef Avcı (35) Turkish - model & actress.

Deniz Çakır (35) Turkish - actress

Azra Akın (35) Turkish-Dutch - actress, dancer, model & beauty queen.

Tuba Büyüküstün (34) Crimea / Crete, Turkish nationality - actress.

Belçim Bilgin (34) Turkish - actress.

Didem Balçın (34) Turkish - actress.

Bergüzar Korel (34) Turkish - actress.

Erin Kaplan (33/34) Turkish, Dutch - model & television personality.

Meryem Uzerli (33) Turkish / German - actress & model.

Aylin Tezel (33) Turkish / German - actress.

Beren Saat (33) Turkish - actress.

Bade İşcil (33) Turkish - actress.

Naz Elmas (33) Turkish - actress.

Saadet Aksoy (33) Turkish, Egyptian, Greek - actress.

Pelin Karahan (32) Turkish - actress.

Birce Akalay (32) Turkish - actress.

Funda Onal (32) Turkish - model & dancer.

Berrak Tüzünataç (32) Turkish - actress.

Aslı Enver (32) Turkish - actress.

Seda Güven (32) Turkish - actress

Eda Özerkan (32) Turkish - actress.

Daphne Öz (31) Turkish, some Circassian / Italian, Irish, Cornish, Swedish, Swiss-German - auther & television host.

Alice Greczyn (31) French, Japanese, Polish, Chinese, Korean, German, Irish, Native American, Scotch, English, Greek, Hungarian, Turkish, Swedish and Czech - actress & model.

Hadise (31) Turkish - singer, dancer, songwriter & television personality.

Hande Doğandemir (31) Turkish - actress, TV host & sociologist.

Fahriye Evcen (30) Circassian, her paternal family are Turkish who immigrated from Kavala - actress.

Elçin Sangu (30) Circassian - actress & model.

Selen Soyder (30) Turkish - actress, activist, model & beauty pageant titleholder.

Ezgi Asaroğlu (29) Turkish - actress.

Merve Boluğur (29) Turkish - actress.

Ceyda Ateş (29) Turkish - actress.

Sinem Kobal (29) Turkish - actress.

Atiye (28) Turkish / Dutch - pop singer.

Xenia Deli (27) Moldovan / Turkish - model.

Leyla Lydia Tuğutlu (27) Turkish - actress.

Farah Zeynep Abdullah (26) Turkish - actress.

Hazal Kaya (26) Turkish - actress.

Serenay Sarıkaya (25) Turkish - actress and model.

Neslihan Atagül (24) Turkish - actress.

Gizem Karaca (24) Turkish - actress & model.

Lara Melda (23) Turkish / British - pianist.

Hande Erçel (23) Turkish - actress.

Melisa Şenolsun (20) Turkish - actress.

Sude Zulal Güler (?) Turkish - actress.

Male:

Halit Akçatepe (79) Turkish - actor.

Şener Şen (75) Turkish - actor.

Metin Akpınar (75) Turkish - actor & comedian.

Çetin Tekindor (71) Turkish - actor.

Kadir İnanır (67) Turkish - film actor & director.

Ferhan Şensoy (66) Turkish - playwright, actor and stage director.

Haluk Bilginer (62) Turkish - actor.

Altan Erkekli (62) Turkish - actor.

Erkan Can (58) Turkish - actor.

Ferzan Özpetek (58) Turkish - film director & screenwriter.

Serhat (52) Turkish - singer, producer & television presenter.

Fikret Kuşkan (51) Turkish - actor.

Yılmaz Erdoğan (49) Kurdish - filmmaker, actor & poet.

Erdal Beşikçioğl (47) Turkish - actor.

Halit Ergenç (46) Turkish - actor.

Nejat İşler (45) Turkish - actor.

Necati Şaşmaz (45) Turkish - actor.

Engin Günaydın (45) Turkish - actor & comedian.

Yiğit Özşener (44) Turkish - actor.

Burak Hakkı (44) Turkish - actor.

Cansel Elçin (43) Turkish - actor.

Cem Yılma (43) Turkish - comedian, actor, musician, filmmaker, scenarist & cartoonist,

Kenan İmirzalıoğlu (42) Turkish - actor and former model.

Mehmet Günsür (41) Turkish - model, actor and producer.

Haluk Piyes (41) Turkish-German - actor.

Hal Ozsan (40) Turkish-Cypriot - actor.

Okan Yalabık (38) Turkish - actor.

Murat Yıldırım (37) Kurdish / Arab, Turkish nationality - actor.

Engin Altan Düzyatan (37) Turkish - actor.

Mehmet Akif Alakurt (37) Turkish - actor & model.

Mert Fırat (36) Turkish - actor & screenwriter.

Engin Akyürek (35) Turkish - actor.

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Legends of Myriad: Arc One - Chapter 20: The Soul Mage

Chapter 19 | Chapter 21

Arc One Masterlist

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“It is good to see you, Professor Quinn,” Bartholomew said, welcoming his newest guest with a firm handshake and a twinkle-eyed smile. “I hope your journey was not too uncomfortable.”

“Strange, but not troublesome,” Azra assured him.

“Your mentor had expressed great admiration for your skills.”

“I will do what I can to live up to that,” the soul mage promised, following his host deeper into the laboratory. He gaped at the vibrating equipment that sustained the professor’s work and the peculiar plants that crowded the garden at the far end. His eyes tracked the room’s magnificence up to the balconies, where he spotted the elegant flow of a long-backed coat and the harmonised aura of crimson and lavender. With a book in one hand and the other teasing the tip of her braid, Lilith wandered aimlessly above. She still concentrates the same, he thought.

Acutely aware of the attention aimed at her, she paused in her placid pacing and turned in his direction. In a gesture of surrender, he bent his head, a silent plea for some sign of clemency. When he rose again, the balcony lay bare, and Lilith disappeared up a winding staircase in a flutter of thin fabric and hurt. Though he was tempted to go after her, to talk to her before she stubbornly attempted to avoid him, Bartholomew’s assertive voice prompted him to focus on the more pressing matter of the storm.

Azra’s inner turmoil passed unnoticed by Bartholomew as he excitedly recounted the knowledge he had gained from researching past explorers of similar weather phenomena. “Am I right in assuming that you have been studying soul magic for some time now?” he questioned.

“Yes,” Azra said, distracting himself by an unusually large cluster of zedite. “Almost as soon as magic returned to Solgarde, I found myself drawn to the connection between the living soul and raw magic.”

“Ah, well, I would like to hear of your findings. Much has changed, and I am keen to learn about any fresh developments.”

“Altair kept copies of all of my published papers. I’m sure he’d be happy to share them.”

Bartholomew’s fascinated grin remained as he rose from the sheet-strewn surface of the desk he leaned on. “Before you begin your examination of the storm, would you like a tour?” he asked.

“I would appreciate that,” Azra answered. “While Professor Bevan provided me with some explanation as to what is going on outside, there are a few things that I need to clarify.”

“Of course. This way.”

Their voices fading, Altair ensured the double doors beside the compact botanical garden had swung shut before he trudged up the meandering staircases to the highest level. He slowed once at the top and approached the pensive woman as he would a boiling vial.

“A trio of professors,” Lilith grunted. “Just what I need.” She fought the compulsion to pick at the skin by her nails, clenching and unclenching her fists until the urge passed. Farina would only scold her for it if she saw the flakey mess. ‘A mage must take good care of their hands,’ her guardian always admonished when she noticed the dry blotches by her fingernails. ‘They are the bridge between you and magic.’

Altair relaxed his defensive expression. While in the past he may have reprimanded her for the snarky comment, he understood her current situation left her agitated. After the war, she had been resolute in her refusal to meet with Azra again, and although he was saddened by the rift between them, he respected her wishes. He tried to convince himself that this was different, the nine worlds relied on all of them working together, but the regret of breaking that promise to her still lingered.

“Why don’t you return to Solgarde for a little while?” he suggested, reminiscent of the fatherly manner he used to calm her when she tearfully admitted her doubts. “I am sure Farina would be delighted to see you and learn of your adventures.”

“I promised Bartholomew I’d help him wake The Core,” she sighed. “Until that is done and Myriad is safe gain, I must remain here.”

“Lilith.” Altair dithered by the railing, hoping that she might turn to him, but her violet gaze persisted in chasing the steady rotation of the holographic map below them, as though the twinkling golden glow would pacify her pain. “The purge is over. Azra wanted revenge, not to hurt anybody. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t consider the same if the opportunity arose.”

Lilith’s eyes blazed with a purple fire as she rounded on him and hissed a firm “no.” With a hard swallow, she straightened her posture. “I would rather spend an eternity in a nightmare than betray everybody I love. I’d never do what he did. He… he made a choice, he went against us, and… and I don’t want to talk about it.”

“One day you’re going to have to, otherwise it will consume you. Azra did what he did for his own reasons, and in the end, he realised the error of his ways and helped us win the war. He asked for forgiveness, he took full responsibility for his actions, and you cannot stand there and pretend you have lived a blameless life.”

Bristling under her skin, his words crawled and burst like firecrackers, barbed ashes sprinkling down to scorch her. He thought he had all the information, but he was missing crucial details she possessed. And as much as she wanted to correct him, to horrify him, she wouldn’t, if only to protect herself.

“People are dead because of him, people I loved,” she said.

“Azra used to be one of those people,” Altair replied, doleful and trying. “There was talk of union bells and-”

“Those rumours were nothing more than speculation,” Lilith asserted. “And this is not your choice to make. It isn’t up to you, or Farina, or the councillors, or anybody else for that matter what I do in this regard. If I wish to live the rest of my life hating that man, then I will.”

“Hate?” A sorrowful note crept into Altair’s voice. “Dearest, I may not have witnessed as many wonders as some, but I know more about matters of the heart than you realise. Hate and love are both born of passion and can be mistaken for one another. I have seen you hate before, and it did not look like this.”

His eyes fell to the criss-crossed floor as he took a step away from her. “But you are right, and I apologise for pushing the subject. I only want to speak with you about it because I see you are both in pain, and I wish to help you heal in any way I can.”

The fury waned. Stood before her, Altair’s distant demeanour appeared so meek and mild that a pang of regret mounted in her chest, not only for how she’d spoken to him, but for everything he had been forced to endure due to his association with her. Every time they met, she discerned the conflict within him as he tried to balance his loyalty to her and his former apprentice. It couldn’t have been easy to be someone who could fix complex machinery and equipment, but not the clash between the two people he cared about the most.

“I know,” she spoke measuredly, “but you must let it be. Some things just can’t be repaired, and it’s better to leave them alone than keep trying and make them worse.”

Altair expressed his understanding with a nod and a comforting smile that she gratefully returned. “Just promise to take care of yourself while you’re on your adventures,” he said earnestly. “Solgarde can be dangerous enough at times, but the worlds out there… stars above only know what awaits you.”

“As careful as I have always been,” she affirmed.

Altair’s bushy eyebrows arched. “You know,” he sighed, joining her by the balcony railing, “that is not as comforting as you think it is.”

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The lab felt like a refuge as Bartholomew shut the door on the shrieking wind and ash flurries. He removed his gloves and goggles in one swift motion and threw them onto the shelf by the coat hooks.

“Azra is evaluating the storm,” he said, dusting the smoky specks from his waistcoat. “You have taught him well, Professor Bevan.”

“The credit is not solely mine,” Altair admitted. “He has nurtured his mind and been persistent in his education. Did I ever tell you how we met?”

Turning away, Lilith suppressed a roll of her eyes, knowing his golden student would have flushed to the tip of his nose if he were within earshot of the gushing praise. Azra had always loathed the spotlight that Altair’s proud speeches brought. In the past, she might have steered the conversation to protect him from unwanted attention, but instead she left the professors to their discussion and sidled over to the window, perching herself on the flat sill to watch the murky world outside.

Spirals of ash twisted in erratic oscillations as clumps rose and descended. She tried following one cluster, but it quickly clashed and split into several dizzying bundles. Those particles were once people. Withered and worn, their lives had become nothing more than specks in the weeping wind.

Azra’s magic pulsed within the swirling mass, edging out and up in deliberate, methodical shifts. Precise crimson forks injected life into the gritty cloud. If the war had taken a different turn, she may have been out there with him, trading sarcastic comments that left him smirking and blushing in a way only she knew how.

The mournful welling in her chest swarmed, and she pressed back against the glass, hunching over to control the unsteady bounce of her legs. She couldn’t keep doing this. She needed to stop dwelling on the past and pondering how matters may have turned out if certain decisions had never been made. He had chosen his path, and she had chosen hers. There was no going back now.

Deep in the recesses of her remorse, she wanted to forgive him, to return to the unity they had shared all those years ago. Try as she might to envision a life with him, the weight of his betrayal and the crushing heartache it left in its wake persisted. She still saw him stood with the enemy while her friends burned, while their home was hacked apart and families separated forever.

‘I have seen you truly hate before, and it did not look like this.’

It grated on her nerves that Altair was right. While she had vowed bloody vengeance against others she despised, she struggled to bring herself to think of Azra in that way. She didn’t know if she ever would, and the uncertainty gnawed at her.

“You seem rather deep in thought,” Altair observed as he seated himself at her side. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to pry again. Lesson learned.”

A smile crossed her face, and in response, the professor of magic grinned warmly. “Sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to be so-”

“I take full responsibility for pushing,” he assured her, bearing his palms up in apology. “Sometimes my mouth runs away with my heart.” He squirmed on the hard and unforgiving wood beneath him, time-worn bumps digging into his thigh.

“Are you all right there?” Lilith asked. “Would you like me to fetch you a cushion?”

“No, thank you. I…” Altair huffed and ceased wriggling. “May I ask for your view on something?”

Intrigued, she shuffled to the edge of the broad windowsill and leaned toward the man who had guided her through her early adult years. He often sought her opinion, but this time his demeanour seemed different. More skittish than usual. “Go ahead.”

“I have been thinking about what I’d like to do once our situation with The Core has been resolved. Before and during the war, I had a purpose on Solgarde and I was honoured to use my skills for the betterment of our home. But now…”

Lilith’s attention fell to the professor’s wrinkled hands, wringing and trembling in his lap. “Something has changed?”

“It has.” The hologram of the nine worlds gradually rotating mesmerised Altair as he stared at the gentle spin, civilisations passing him by in a hopeful glimmer. “In the books here, I have studied what this planet looked like, how it used to function, and how vital it was to Myriad. I want to be a part of restoring it.”

“You want to stay here?”

“Not permanently, but for a good while. I think I could be of use, but with home still recovering from the war and our own people needing-”

“Stay,” Lilith told him, almost a whisper in the churning buzz of the room. “If this is where you wish to be, then you should stay. There’s nothing stopping you from helping Solgarde from here.” At the hum in agreement and the thoughtful tilt, she sensed the cogwheels in his mind turning, contemplating the future and his place in it. “You will be missed, but that’s inevitable.”

“It gladdens my heart to hear you say that,” Altair replied. “Wherever we both end up, you must promise to visit.”

“Oh, I’m not sure,” she said, feigning a dramatic sigh. “I shall be incredibly busy getting into all sorts of trouble.” She glanced at him with mischief dancing in her eyes, and he chuckled at her antics. “I’ll always make time for you. You know that.”

“I do,” he replied. While he remained steadfastly focused on the current task in hand, he couldn’t withhold his curiosity about what lay ahead. With the gateways opening up paths for all, he knew that Lilith’s journey would take her to places he could not follow, and he only hoped his prior care and nurture would prepare her for the adventure she would embark on.

Heralded by the screech of unnatural winds and trailing dirt, Azra hurried into the laboratory in a flurry of specks and cinders. With every slight movement, his crumpled shirt scattered pale grains that collected in the seams of his trousers and puddled around his shoes.

“That is quite the storm,” he said. “I didn’t realise living ash could cause such phenomena.”

“It is a rarity,” Bartholomew replied, hanging up his jacket with care. “Which is why we need your expertise.”

“I can’t be certain how long it will take until I begin working through it, but I’ll try my best to clear as much as I can,” Azra assured him as his host led him up the spiral staircase to the upper levels.

“You are more than welcome to stay here while you work,” Professor Spark offered. “Or if you prefer, you can travel to and from Solgarde should that prove easier. For now, I think it may be best for you to clean away the rest of the ash. It gets awfully itchy.” He gestured through a set of doors to the tranquil inner passageways. “Head straight down there and take a left at the end. There is a washroom on the far right.”

Azra thanked him and followed his directions, feeling the dust particles stubbornly clinging to his hair and ruffling the roots to dislodge them. Some caught beneath his nails and he grumbled as he picked them clean, peeling at the more stubborn flecks.

He was so preoccupied with the irritating grains he didn’t have time to stop before almost colliding with the dark-clothed figure rounding the corner. He stumbled in an unsteady retreat and striking violet stared up at him.

“Lili-” He coughed and righted himself, ceasing his fussing. “Commander Cleaver.”

“Professor Quinn,” Lilith said.

Azra’s wide eyes swept over her face and the curl of midnight hair that had slipped from her braided crown. There had been a time when he would have gently nestled it with the rest, but he sensed the hurt pouring from her soul, the raw ache he had caused and failed to remedy, and held back.

His bulky form blocked the faint sunlight dribbling through the window and plunged her into shadow, the raging elements outside roiling within the glowing wedge behind him. “It seems you brought most of the storm inside with you,” she commented, unclenching her jaw and curbing the compulsion to skim the ashes from his scrunched shirt.

“I’ve never seen anything like it,” he replied.

“But you can fix it?”

“With time.”

Lilith nodded and let her gaze roam the floorboards while Azra’s guilt roved, hunting for some trace of forgiveness. In that moment, she may have given it to him if he had asked, relented just to be free of the suffocating pain. Instead, he stepped aside to allow her to pass. Finally clear, the sunlight dripped further in until it swallowed her.

“I will let you get on,” he said into the quiet remorse festering between them. “I’m sure you have a lot to do.” For a tentative second, she hesitated, and he held his breath. Say something, he silently urged. Please. Disappointment gripped him as she walked by without so much as a hum in response.

As he started down the lengthy walkway, the sound of heels clicking grew distant and abruptly stopped. He strained his ears, waiting for her voice to call back. When he peeked around the corner, she momentarily faltered, on the verge of turning in the seconds before she straightened her posture and continued her purposeful strides.

When she returned to the central hub, the churn of the apparatus and muffled voices below provided her with a comforting distraction from her thoughts. Shoving the bothersome curl aside, she made her way down the twisting steps to the ground floor.

She arrived to an avid discussion and a jumble of books spread across the far desk, the two older professors engaging in an eager exchange of ideas and counterpoints. The hurried swap of theories reminded her of her early days at the Academy, corridors alive with academic debate and classrooms nurturing thriving minds. The first normal conversation she’d had with her friend, Nissa, had been like a blessing from the stars. Pastries, she recalled, wandering over to the screens monitoring Solgarde. She talked about her favourite pastries and how they were made.

A nostalgic smile graced her lips as the memories flowed. It hadn’t all been bad. She had had moments of joy, tiny and trivial to anyone else, but to her they extended merciful hands in those bleak hours. Their unwavering love reminded her that no matter what the future held, she had people who would be there to help her. And in the deepest recesses of her heart, nestled within the writhing shadows of deceit and hurt, she knew Azra was one of them.

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satoru can be a clingy partner.

like, really clingy.

he likes having something of yours that watches over him or keeps him company when he can’t smother you between the muscles of his long arms. usually, he loves it when in the morning — before you both head off to work — you spritz on your favorite perfume, and he does the same with his. but he always craves that little piece of you.

so he almost (definitely?) begs you to spray a little of your fragrance on him. that way, he’ll have a part of you with him all day. and when that’s no longer enough, he drops to his knees in front of you, hugging you while whining, face buried into the plush of your belly.

“just one, pleeease!”

“satoru, your students are going to—”

“BOOHOOOOOO!” he cries, waterworks of tears streaming from his eyes behind his black blindfold.

so, after this morning tantrum, he’s beaming with the most adorable smile, while you pepper his face with kisses from your pink gloss, leaving shiny marks on his flawless, milky skin.

“gojo-sensei, why do you have kiss marks on your face?” yuji asks, furrowing his brows as he approaches the training yard.

satoru, his face peaceful and still dreamily dazed by your kisses, snaps out of his trance.

“haa?”

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coffee-and-geto · 3 months ago

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“HOW CAN I LOVE WHEN I’M AFRAID TO FALL?”

“I fell in love with you as soon as I saw you, as soon as you covered me from my father, as soon as I heard your laugh, saw the amazing mother you are, and realized I never wanted you to leave this house.”

pairing: CEO! satoru gojo x f!reader

summary: to your almost regret, your life as a single mother seems to be weighing more and more heavily on your worn-out shoulders. so what could be better than pretending to be the CEO’s girlfriend of the business you work for, knowing that his father is the general manager?

warnings: +18 only, smut, nsfw, her daughter is called hinata, fake dating/single mom tropes, angst, mother insecurities, fluff, reader’s ex is a jerk, unprotected sex, sex (p in v), overstimulation, pussy drunk (satoru), nipple play, fingering (f!receiving), oral (m), this fic is (really slightly) inspired from the french book ‘un printemps pour te succomber’ by morgane moncomble, including therefore small similar dialogues, (pls guys learn french only to read this masterpiece!!), fanart by @/ilameys on twt.

wc: 10,154

“Can I taste the frosting?”

Your lips curve into a smile. “Of course, angel.” You crouch down and hand the spatula coated in pastel pink frosting to your five-year-old daughter. Her little fist wraps around the handle, and joy spreads across her angelic face like rays of sunshine. “So? How is it?”

“It’s so good!” she exclaims, and you chuckle.

“I’m glad you like it.” You glance at the clock in your kitchen. “I’ll put the frosting in the fridge. While the cake bakes, go back to playing, and I’ll call you to help decorate the cake as soon as it’s ready, okay?”

Hinata nods, blowing you a kiss that you return after a moment of surprised hesitation, your lips forming an “O”. Amid delighted laughter, she skips away, and you turn back to face the bowl of cake batter.

Why does it have to be so hard?

Every birthday, you hold back tears because who said ‘single mom’ doesn’t rhyme with ‘baking your own birthday cake so your daughter can sing to you’? But what hurts more — this, or seeing your flesh and blood envy her female friends who have their dads in their arms and their mothers content with their families?

The silence of loneliness can sometimes be louder than company.

“Happy birthday! Happy birthday, mama!” your daughter sings, clapping her hands as you blow out your candles in the warm, yet dimly lit, living room. “Come on, come on! Let’s eat the cake!”

With a knife, you cut two slices, one for each of you, and it only takes a few more minutes for both your mouths to be covered in pink frosting, with laughter echoing in the room. The heartache, briefly chased away by the short-lived joy, returns later that night when your daughter snuggles up in your arms in your double bed, which seems to be missing something.

Fuck, being a single mom is tough, you think as you wipe away the tears flooding your cheeks with the back of your hand. No one to support you, all the responsibilities fall on your shoulders, and now doubts about your daughter start invading your mind: “What if she blames you later for not having a father?”, “What if she thinks you’re a bad mom?”, “Do her friends at school say anything about you being the only unmarried woman among all the parents in her class?”

These thoughts have never stopped, not even during your pregnancy, whether about the weight gained or lost, or the changes in your body. Are these regrets? But how could you regret bringing such an angel into the world? Maybe it’s more about the lousy partner who left you the second he found out you were pregnant.

Probably the second option.

°°°

“WHERE IS MY SON?!”

A male voice thunders across the entire floor of the company. You jump, turning to one of your colleagues over the small partition set up for employee privacy. “Who’s yelling like that?” you whisper, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“I heard it’s the new general manager…”

Your frown deepens. “Is that why they handed me the summary of our sales figures to drop off at the office upstairs?” To prove your point, you lift the massive stack of documents.

Your colleague presses his lips together, his eyes widening in a way that already gives you the answer. “Oh God, you’re the one in charge of that? Good luck. It’s to be delivered to the new director.”

A sigh escapes your lips.

For a start to the workweek, it seems you’re about to face the stormy mood of the new boss, who apparently brought his kid to the office. What a perfect beginning.

As usual, the upper floor is deserted, as it’s generally reserved for executives with direct ties to the company’s CEO. Few people take the elevator to reach the top floor of the skyscraper. Arriving in the lonely hallway, it should be a simple task to knock on the boss’s office door, drop off the elephant-weight stack of documents, and leave.

So why does the sound of running footsteps seem to be getting closer and closer behind you?

In a flash, a man dressed in a navy blue suit rushes past you, bumping your shoulder. He nearly topples the threatening stack of papers, but you manage, at the last second, to catch everything before you lose your balance. The young man opens the door to the women’s restroom, and before entering, he glances over his shoulder.

Never in your life have eyes made such an impression on you.

Two cerulean blue orbs lock onto yours with a mischievous aura. A smirk tugs at the corner of his thin, pink lips. From his pale skin to his albino hair, the man exudes charm and beauty from every pore. The sheer allure of his appearance leaves your brain too stunned to react, numbing it. How can someone be this handsome?

“SATORU!”

His serene and amused expression vanishes instantly, and you jump in response. Replaced by an exaggerated look of fear, he addresses you, “Cover for me. If he asks you, you never saw me!” And his tall, slender body disappears into the women’s restroom.

More footsteps echo down the hallway, this time from a second man, just as tall and physically similar to the young man you just encountered — though slightly older, with wrinkles lining his face and a mix of albino hair and silver from age. You have no time to react except to straighten up against the wall.

His blue eyes, more gray and stern, settle on you as he approaches. “Did you see a man? A tall idiot running around and flirting with any woman he sees,” he grumbles the last part, his eyes thoughtfully fixed on the light carpet.

You shake your head robotically. “No… I—”

“Never mind,” he cuts you off with a dismissive wave of his hand — as if your answer is irrelevant and he’s heard it at least twenty times before. He sighs and scratches at the stubble on his chin. “Who are you, anyway?”

“An employee, sir.” You gesture to the stack of documents that’s beginning to make its weight known in your arms. “I was asked to drop this off in your office.” The tone of your voice almost pleads with him to let you in and relieve you of the annoying burden.

“The report? Ah yes, of course.” You sigh in relief as he unlocks the door with his keys. “I suppose you’re wondering who I am?”

“The new general manager, I guess?” you reply, raising an eyebrow. You drop the heavy stack onto the desk and exhale deeply. “We heard you on every floor.” You can’t help but chuckle at your own remark, offering the director an apologetic smile.

He rolls his eyes, but a light chuckle still rumbles in his chest. “You’re right. It’s because of my son.”

His son?

You repeat the word aloud, confused, and he clarifies. “My son is the new CEO of this company, and I almost regret my decision to give him that position.” He shakes his head, his gaze drifting toward the blue sky visible through the large window, then refocuses on you. “I apologize in advance. He’s going to be a real handful.”

“I understand. I think we’ll manage to put up with him,” you add with a smile.

In the end, this new boss doesn’t seem as strict as your colleagues have been saying, and his story about his son is more amusing than anything. You cough slightly into your elbow and clear your throat, murmuring an apology.

“Are you sick?” the director inquires.

“A little,” you admit reluctantly, feeling embarrassed as you adjust the mask on your face. “Sorry. I couldn’t stay home.”

“No problem.” He crosses his arms over his chest and sighs. “Well, I think I have some work to do. See you later, I suppose.”

You don’t hesitate to leave the boss’s office and quietly step into the women’s restroom. “Is… someone here?” you murmur in a hoarse voice.

The creaking of a door answers you, and the general manager’s son emerges from a stall, looking cautious. He looks like a little boy checking to see if his hiding spot in a game of hide-and-seek has been discovered, which makes you stifle a discreet giggle. He turns to you and offers an apologetic smile. “Sorry about earlier. I didn’t hurt you, did I, sweetheart?”

The nickname catches you off guard, and warmth floods your face. “N-No, I’m fine. You’re the new CEO, right?”

“Satoru Gojo, at your service, pretty girl.” He winks, a reminder that he’s quite the flirt.

You introduce yourself in return, running out of things to say, your hands nervously clasped by your sides.

“Pretty name,” Satoru murmurs. He closes the stall door behind him and exhales, shaking his head. “Phew! That was a close one! Thanks again!” He strides toward the exit with one last charming smile in your direction, leaving the restroom and a lingering scent of cologne behind him.

°°°°

“Why aren’t you answering?”

“Damn it, you’re so annoying with this!”

“There’s no point in moving every few months, I’m going to find you.”

“For fuck’s sake, answer my messages! I told you I need you! I swear I’ll help you raise Hinata this time.”

“I made a mistake, so let me fix it by answering my fucking messages! I know you’re reading them!”

You swallow hard, your throat tight, and press the “block this contact” button on your phone. It’s the fourth time this month. He’s been harassing you with messages and finding a way to contact you no matter how many numbers he uses, even when you change yours. The same goes for your address, as apparently changing apartments is no longer enough to escape him.

You know he’s in debt — one of the many consequences of his excessive gambling, even when you were still in a relationship with him. Smoking, drinking, and of course, downing tobacco like it was water, only to charm you while hiding this lifestyle to get you into his bed, then fleeing the moment you were pregnant.

So now that he needs a woman and a child to escape his debts, he’s reaching out to you — the woman he abandoned after promising marriage (without a ring, of course), got pregnant, and deserted, only to come crawling back to you.

“Mama? You okay?”

Your daughter’s concerned little voice pulls you out of your daze. The cartoons playing on the TV haven’t had the desired effect — they’re not distracting her from the anxiety that’s been gnawing at you day by day. Maybe today, it’s showing enough for people to notice?

“I’m fine, angel,” you reassure her with a perfect smile — perfectly fake, because that’s something you’ve learned to anchor over time.

You pat the empty spot on the couch next to you, and she nestles under your arm. “If you say so…” Hina murmurs, clutching her worn-out bunny plush.

The state of the plush catches your attention, and a pang of guilt stabs at your heart. What kind of mother lets her daughter carry around a stuffed toy in such poor condition? Maybe you are a bad mother? Otherwise, why would Hina deserve such a pitiful situation? She deserves so much better than you…

“Little angel?” you murmur as she wraps her tiny arms around your waist and nuzzles into your belly. “Are you okay?”

“I love you.”

And the three little words sound… unreal.

Hot tears blur your vision, and it takes every bit of strength you have to whisper back, “I love you too, Hina.”

°°°°

3:00 PM.

In less than an hour, you’ll need to pick up Hinata from school.

Normally, you avoid lingering at work. You go through your usual routine as an employee, nothing special or fun — a hello, goodbye, see you tomorrow to colleagues without worrying about what’s happening around you or the gossip, even when it involves coworkers getting together.

The only change: now it’s you who gets stuck with the task of delivering all the documents to the general manager. According to one of your peers, he doesn’t seem to be strict or threatening when it comes to you. So this time, you’re tasked with delivering an additional file about the production of a new product on the market to both the CEO and the general manager. For the second time, you head up to the highest floors of the company headquarters to knock on the CEO’s door — it’s the closest. But no one answers.

No surprise, since the director’s son spends his time running through the hallways to avoid his father and shirk his responsibilities, right?

You’re about to knock on the Director’s door, but a familiar gust of wind brushes your face with a soft, fresh breeze. Satoru Gojo appears beside you with a charming smile and glances at what you’re holding.

“H-Hello, sweetheart. How are… you?” he greets, slightly out of breath from yet another chase with his father.

“I’m fine. Here.” You hand him one of the folders, and he takes it, pretending to read it. “The next meeting—” But he grabs the second document and, before you can react, opens the door to his office and casually tosses them inside before shutting the door.

“SATORU GOJO! KEEP IT UP, AND I’LL DISOWN YOU!” The boss’s voice echoes through the entire floor as he appears from behind the emergency exit door. “YOU!” He points a finger at you, standing right next to him. “Still bothering our employees?” He grumbles, his jaw clenched so tightly that you can hear his teeth grinding.

“That’s not true, father!” Satoru protests, feigning outrage. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer. “You’re chasing me while I’m just saying hello to my girlfriend?”

You freeze, turning your head toward him, as lost as the Director, who squints his eyes. “Your girlfriend? Since when—”

“I was going to tell you,” Satoru continues, shaking his head, his fingers squeezing your waist while you remain paralyzed. “Here’s my new girlfriend.”

“Are you lying to me and dragging some poor woman into your childish games?”

In the back of your mind, you note that he doesn’t seem to recognize you despite the last time you saw each other.

“What? I’m telling the truth! Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” And he leans in to plant an affectionate kiss on your cheek.

Your heart almost stops for a second. But you quickly snap back to reality under the insistent embrace of his arm and his hand around you. “Y-Yes…”

What kind of mess have you gotten yourself into?

“Well, if you’ll excuse us, father, my darling and I are in a hurry.” He leads you away before you have time to protest and heads toward the elevator with you.

Once the doors close, Satoru takes your hands in his and leans toward you. “I can explain everything.”

If his cerulean blue eyes hadn’t been so persuasive, you would have exploded right there and then to yell at him.

You, the girlfriend of the CEO of the company you work for? Did this really have to happen to you? You can already picture your termination letter under your nose as you exit the back of the building. A glance at your watch tells you that if you don’t hurry, you’ll be late to pick up your daughter.

“You’re in a rush?”

“I have to pick up my daughter before I’m late,” you reply curtly, “and look at the mess I’m in now!”

“I know, I know…” Satoru rubs the back of his head, right where his immaculate undercut is. “Maybe I can explain on the way? Where’s your car?” He looks around the parking lot, his eyes searching.

The question — however mundane — makes you blush with embarrassment. “I… take public transportation…” you mumble, pouting.

He furrows his brow, as if you just admitted to showering with maggot-infested soap. “Excuse me? I don’t take public transportation.”

“Well, I do.” A hint of defiance returns to protect your pride.

How could he possibly understand when he lives like a rich man, without worrying about grocery shopping, paying bills, and of course, taking public transportation during the week to avoid wasting gas because it costs an arm and a leg! But for him, that must not be part of his daily life, especially since he’s one of society’s privileged.

“Let’s take my car then.” He says this without waiting for you, as you remain standing there. He pulls out his keys and opens the passenger door. “What are you waiting for?”

“But— I— Are you out of your mind?” you burst out. “I’m not getting in that car! I’m supposed to pick up my daughter, and now I’m pretending to be your girlfriend! In front of your father!” You emphasize your words with wild, energetic gestures.

He bursts out laughing.

Cute.

“No chance. We’re going to pick up your daughter and clear this all up. And please, stop refusing to get into a car that’s way better than those buses that reek of sweat.” He rolls his eyes, and you note how much he resembles his father when he does that.

“I have an errand to run anyway,” you persist.

“And that doesn’t change the fact that I want you to get in this car,” Satoru chuckles.

Taking a closer look, the car is as luxurious as the ones you dream about at night — yours, by comparison, looks like a junk heap ready for the scrapyard. Reluctantly, you climb in, Satoru’s chivalrous demeanor not going unnoticed as he snickers at your surrender. He quickly gets in, asks for the address of the school, and sets off after starting his car, which smells just as good as he does. You feel like a piece of trash in the middle of this little universe he inhabits.

“My father bugs me every day to find a woman,” Satoru murmurs at first, one hand resting on his thigh, clad in business suit trousers, his eyes fixed on the road over his round sunglasses. “That’s one of the reasons I avoid him.”

“And why involve me?” you snap back.

“Well, to be honest, it was partly impulsive. I met you the other day, and then, in the moment, I just wanted my father to leave me alone.” He has a half-smile that makes you swallow hard, and he gives you a knowing look before returning to a serious expression. “I’m sorry for dragging you into all this.” A pause. “I just hope you’re not married, otherwise—”

“No, I— No.” You close your eyes for a moment, the innocent question burning like a fiery arrow piercing your already aching heart. Did you just hear a sigh of relief? “And your father doesn’t seem to have recognized me since the other day,” you can’t help but point out.

“The mask.” Satoru grips the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white. “He didn’t recognize you because of that. He’s always had a bad memory and poor eyesight.”

“But you recognized me.” You focus on the road’s scenery to avoid confronting his mesmerizing eyes. “I’m not going to wear my mask forever, you know? And I don’t want to keep pretending—”

“Please,” Satoru whispers, placing a hand on yours, sending a shiver down your spine. “Just until he and my family get off my back.”

“I’m sorry, but—”

“How much do you want?” He asks immediately, as if he just remembered something.

“What? No! I don’t want your money!” you protest as quickly as he did. “No, I…” And you groan, sinking into your seat.

Holy shit!

“What have I gotten myself into, seriously…” you moan, crossing your arms over your chest, a grimace distorting your features.

“Please. I know it’s a lot to ask, but I’ll do everything to make it just a minor detail… I’m only asking you to change your name in front of my father when you pass as my girlfriend, wear a mask, and change your hairstyle at work — if we want to avoid suspicion. He won’t suspect a thing, I swear.” He pulls into the school parking lot and parks quietly.

Thoughts bombard your already exhausted mind, and you massage your temples. Why does this have to happen to you and no one else?

Satoru murmurs your name, making you lift your head. “It will only be a few family events, just for appearances, nothing more. I won’t bother you any further.”

You sigh, and the sound of the bell signaling the end of classes rings out. “I need to think about it. Thanks for the ride. Have a nice—”

“Come back. I’ll take you home,” Satoru suggests, pressing the button to unlock your door.

What’s the point of refusing?

You nod, finally getting out of the car to go pick up your daughter, who runs toward you as soon as you reach the gate.

"Mama!" She jumps into your arms.

You return her embrace, heading towards Satoru’s car. “Did you have a good day?”

“So much fun! I made you a drawing!” She’s practically bouncing as you reach the car.

Noticing your daughter’s confused look, you clear your throat. “Uh… A-A friend of mine is giving us a ride home, okay?” She blinks innocently and waits for you to open the car door, which is almost as tall as she is. Hinata gets in as you do, and you cough slightly. “This is Gojo. My friend.”

“Hello, princess.” Satoru turns his head over his shoulder with a big smile. “What��s your name?”

“Hinata,” she replies, her legs gently swinging.

“Very pretty.”

“Thank you.” She blushes and tries to hide a smile.

On the way, you try to fill the awkward silences with small talk until you arrive at the supermarket.

You had promised to buy Hinata a new stuffed animal since last night after spending hours worrying that you weren’t being a good mother. Again.

“That one!” Hinata almost runs towards a bunny plushie that’s twice the size of her head. She grabs it with her little arms and gives it a hug.

Satoru and you reach the aisle, and out of habit, you check the price under the albino’s watchful eye. Your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when you see the amount, and you place a trembling hand on Hina’s shoulder. “Angel, I think it’s—”

“…Perfect,” Satoru finishes, his large hands taking the plushie from your daughter’s tight embrace to check the price tag with its shocking number. “Do you like it, little one?” he asks, looking down at her.

Hina nods energetically. “Yeah!”

“Then we’ll take it.” Satoru hands the plushie back to her and turns towards the checkout lane, already reaching into one of his pockets for what looks like… a wallet.

You react immediately, your hands finding their way around his arm. He doesn’t push you away at all and even smiles at the contact. “Gojo… No.”

“It’s Satoru to you, sweetheart,” he whispers gently. “And why not? It’s just a stuffed animal,” he scoffs. He takes Hinata’s hand so she can place the plushie on the conveyor belt.

“No, it’s not nothing to me,” you persist through clenched teeth, embarrassed that the cashier might be paying attention to your conversation.

Satoru shrugs. The cashier scans the plushie, and he uses contactless payment to pay for it. With your hands still around his arm, he places one of his on top, an intimate closeness.

“I could get used to this,” he murmurs near your ear, making you turn beet red. But he can’t continue as your daughter clings to Satoru’s leg like a koala, showering him with a thousand thank-yous for the gift. “You’re welcome, little one.” His hand gently ruffles her hair. He grins, now turning back to you. “It’s on me. You don’t owe me anything.”

Your discreet protests, so Hinata doesn’t suspect anything, come to an end when he drops both of you off in front of your home. Hinata commented that Satoru’s car looked like the one from the movie Barbie: Princess Charm School she had seen recently. He unlocks the doors as you get out of the car. Satoru’s hand catches yours, slipping a piece of cardstock into it. His contact details are on it.

“Just in case,” he mouths silently.

Nevertheless, you slip the business card into your pocket and respond just before closing the door, “I accept.”

°°°°

“And no funny business, okay? Never run in the hallways, if he tells you to wait, don’t move an inch, and—” You stop yourself as you notice your daughter is more interested in admiring the elegant decorations of the office hallways with wide, doe-like eyes and an adorable, slightly open mouth.

To your great misfortune, Hinata’s preschool is on strike for a while — which means almost all the teachers are absent. So how do you take care of your daughter when you can’t afford to miss work? By bringing her to your fake boyfriend’s office, of course! You quickly make your way toward Satoru’s office, Hinata following with her hand in yours. But just as you raise your fist to knock on his door, two large hands land on your shoulders, nearly scaring the life out of you.

“Hey, hey!” You whip around abruptly, a new mask on your face — just as the plan intended.

“Satoru…” you grit through your teeth. Hinata looks up at him and grins. You sigh.

“What do I owe the pleasure of all this lovely company?” Satoru asks, not taking his eyes off yours while giving Hinata a high-five.

As usual, he’s dressed in a luxurious suit — probably worth the rent of the apartment you live in — his slightly tousled albino hair and the familiar scent of cologne filling your nostrils. You catch yourself staring a little too long, and mentally kick yourself when his curious gaze turns mischievous.

He just realized you were checking him out, damn it!

“Hinata’s school is on strike. I need you to watch her for the day, if that’s not a problem, and since you seemed so insistent on returning the favor I’m doing for you…” you mumble, avoiding his gaze. “I see you’re spending your day roaming the offices rather than staying in yours…”

“No problem at all,” Satoru replies automatically, a pleased smile on his lips. “Ready to go to the CEO’s office?” He picks up Hina, who giggles and clings to him like a koala.

It’s your turn to smile in relief. “Thank you so much. I have a meeting with your father in an hour, and I’ll come get her at noon and again at the end of the day.” The sight of the two of them close together makes your heart melt — and for once, you don’t blame yourself for seeing Hinata happy to be with someone else.

°°°°

5:00 PM.

You’ve sent a message to Satoru asking where he was, since knocking on his perpetually empty office seems to be pointless. The meeting with the other company members about organizing the launch of a new product was particularly painful, but one thing is certain: the general manager didn’t recognize you with your more subdued hairstyle and the mask plastered on your face.

“Come to the parking lot like last time.”

And that’s the last message from Satoru (you gave him your number during lunch).

In the empty parking lot, only Satoru’s car is present, and you cast a curious glance through the windows. The two troublemakers give you a grimace — tongues sticking out and faces scrunched up. You sigh as the passenger door opens automatically.

“Satoru, you don’t have to—”

“Hina said yes and that she wants to come to my place,” Satoru cuts in with a mocking expression.

Reluctantly, you get in, your heart pounding in your chest with all sorts of panicked thoughts. However, Satoru doesn’t seem to share your reservations and starts driving as soon as you’re settled.

“So, this means you’re coming to my place,” he says, hands on the wheel and a quick glance in the rearview mirror, “and I’m inviting you to dinner.”

“No—”

“Mom! Please, Satoru is being too nice.” Hinata complains. You glance back, and she looks at you with wounded, pleading puppy eyes, arms crossed over her chest.

You grumble, slumping back against your seat as they both cheer in victory.

“By the way, I’m stopping by your place so you can pack. We’re invited to a family wedding, and my father invited us.”

“WHAT?”

°°°°

You place a box with your gift on the designated table for presents, and an arm wraps around your waist. “You look stunning,” Satoru murmurs against your neck, his lips brushing against your skin, which breaks out in goosebumps.

With a flushed face, you turn your head. “Satoru…”

“What? Just because we’re pretending to be a couple and barely know each other doesn’t mean I can’t speak the truth.” He pauses. “Well, actually, we do know each other a bit, don’t we? We’ve had dinner together.” He chuckles at your half-grimacing, half-deadpan expression, pulling you closer as music fills the wedding reception hall.

You turn your head along with him toward the back of the room, where the bride’s bouquet is about to be thrown. A tight smile curves your lips — this is one thing you’ve dreamed of. Dreams have always been just that — dreams in your life, and even when love comes knocking at your door, it’s only passing through, just like your situation with Satoru.

His father didn’t notice anything, and since Satoru lives alone in a villa, it’s hard to say no when he offered for you to stay with him until he’s settled, with your own room and a staff available 24/7. He even had a tailor make a custom dress for the wedding you were both invited to. Hinata is looked after by a lovely nurse, and you’re enjoying a life you’ve always dreamed of. So why not make the most of it despite your past?

A Satoru who’s too comfortable with you isn’t so bothersome given the time you’ve spent together lately — both at the office, acting as a couple in front of certain people, and sometimes showing affection to each other to appear believable, even though they haven’t asked for kisses yet, so—

A fluffy and soft object lands right in the middle of your face and falls into your arms. You search for what seems to be a petal in your mouth and suck in your breath at what you realize it is.

The bride’s bouquet.

A gulp forces its way down your throat as the whole room applauds because… you’ve been hit in the face with the bouquet? Not to mention the lamentations of other female cousins who had jumped with all their hopes to catch it… But why you, who hadn’t asked for anything?

“Sweetheart?” Satoru mutters, his chest still pressed against your back. His tone is so sweet, nonchalant, as if you’ve been a couple for years. “My father is watching us, and I think he’s expecting me to do something.”

You swallow and nod, dreading what might happen next. Will your heart stop beating when Satoru says:

“May I kiss you?”

Never, ever, has anyone asked you that question. Not even your ex.

So, with a nervous nod, you allow him to capture your lips in a soft, languid kiss. His tender lips taste like the cotton candy children eat at the fair. They cherish yours with every movement (which you can’t help but return in kind). Each press sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

When the kiss ends, Satoru places one last kiss on the corner of your lips and clears his throat. “This is the first time I’ve wanted to marry my girlfriend.” His warm breath ignites your body.

Has your heart exploded?

If not, why can’t you breathe?

“Awww… How adorable you are with your pretty girlfriend, Satoru!”

An elderly woman approaches you both, supported by her old cane, and you note her albino hair, similar to Satoru’s.

“My dear aunt…” Satoru smiles widely without breaking away from you.

“You make a lovely couple,” Aunt Gojo continues, giving you a wise look.

“Oh, thank you.” You immediately bow and introduce yourself. Satoru’s hands squeeze your waist, and he chuckles at your manners.

“Take good care of her, you idiot,” the aunt finishes before drifting away, a tap of her cane on Satoru’s head making him sigh and rub his sore skull.

“Well, at least we look convincing, right?” he adds.

“Yes…”

Of course, he said that because he saw his aunt before you! Don’t think he said it because he meant it or—

“By the way,” Satoru takes your hand in his and leads you to the center of the dance floor, “I meant what I said before my aunt interrupted us.”

And you’re at a loss on how to interpret his playful wink.

°°°°

“WOW! Hinata, you’re so rich!”

“Is this your dad’s castle?”

Hinata takes Satoru’s hand and faces her friends in his chic living room. “It’s my daddy’s!” She nods proudly and runs off with them toward the games and festivities organized for her birthday. The children run everywhere, scream, and burst into laughter throughout the room. The perfect atmosphere.

It’s exactly what you’ve always dreamed of giving Hina.

“You didn’t have to do this,” you murmur to Satoru, who, despite your comment, shakes his head joyfully.

“I’m glad she likes it,” he replies.

“I wasn’t talking about the party.”

He freezes and turns his head toward you. “Didn’t you tell me you’d never been married?” he dares to whisper, possibly afraid of hurting you.

“That’s true. My ex left after learning I was pregnant with Hinata.” You exhale the breath you’ve been holding, the weight of the secret finally lifted.

Maybe he won’t want to keep pretending to be your boyfriend after this…

“You can still tell me his name, you know, sweetheart?” Satoru moves closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, as if it’s completely natural for him, but there’s a tension in his touch. “I can take care of him and—”

You shake your head to dispel the tiny bit of resentment that’s urging you to say yes. “It’s okay. Thanks for agreeing to pretend to be her father. I know it’s going to be a bit of a hassle for a while, but she cares a lot—”

“Nuh-uh.” He places a kiss on your cheek, then another on the side of your neck, causing you to shiver. “She’s already talked about it in my office.”

You open your eyes wide. “What…?”

“Hinata likes you much more than you think… You’ve suffered too much,” His other hand glides over your stomach, and his thumb traces affectionate circles on your waist.

“Thank you,” you breathe, leaning into his touch. And for a moment, the weight on your shoulders completely lifts. “We haven’t had the best birthdays recently, so I’m happy to see Hinata get what she wants.” Your eyes rest on your daughter, dressed as a fairy, waving her glittery wand at one of her friends dressed as a witch. “So, thank you for everything.”

“No need to thank me, sweetheart. But which birthday are you talking about? Yours? When was it?”

Embarrassed, your mouth feels dry. “...A while ago.”

Satoru pulls you tightly against his chest, wrapping his strong arms around you, his nose buried in your hair. “You’re such a strong woman… I can take care of you if you want. You and Hina will live like princesses, and if you want to sleep with her or have your own room, that’s no problem for me.”

“What? No, Satoru, you’re joking…”

“I’m not joking,” he insists, his gaze diving into yours — and for a second, sincerity fills his cerulean eyes.

With your mouth slightly open, you whisper, “We barely know each other, and—”

“Mama! Papa! We need to break the piñata!” Hinata rushes over to you, not paying any attention to how close you are to Satoru, and grabs each of your hands.

“Yes, angel, we’re coming,” you respond to your daughter with a weary smile, before glancing at Satoru, who is no longer looking in your direction.

Why are his ears so red?

°°°°

You place the last birthday decoration box in a corner of the living room as Satoru asked and straighten up with a grimace from your aching back. “Geez…”

The upper floor of the huge house is strangely quiet, and you furrow your brows. Could they have gone downstairs?

“Hinata? Satoru?” you call out as you walk through the hallways.

The evening darkness makes it hard to see clearly, and only the faint beam of light escaping from the kitchen door guides you.

“Are you there?” you ask, gently pushing the door open, and what you find leaves you stunned.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” the two of them exclaim, holding an enormous cake between them.

A few candles illuminate the underside of their beaming faces, party hats perched on their heads. The kitchen is a huge mess, counters covered in flour and frosting, and dishes overflow from the sink, threatening to topple over.

You stand speechless as they continue to sing your birthday song. Your nostrils and eyes start to itch strangely. Why is your vision suddenly blurring? It looks like transparent waves just above your lower lashes, threatening to overflow if you dare to blink. Yet, you can’t escape it.

Not when they set the cake on the table and pull you into a hug while your nose runs, tears roll down your cheeks, and your choked-up throat is on the verge of bursting into sobs. Satoru keeps kissing your hair, never stopping for a second to comfort you with sweet and reassuring words, his hand drawing circles on your back. Hinata wipes your tears while her own roll down her little cheeks.

Seeing you cry has always been contagious for her.

The moment gives you a glimpse of what your life would be like if you had a complete family, and Satoru’s words echo in your mind. How could he be so perfect in just a few weeks of knowing him?

Once the emotion passes, a few minutes later, you eat your birthday cake with laughter and cheer, accompanied not just by the one person who now means everything to you, but by both.

°°°°

“Watch out, Hina. You have applesauce on your chin,” Satoru chuckles, his hand grabbing a napkin to wipe the excess food around the child’s mouth.

The heartwarming scene makes your heart swell. You definitely don’t regret going out with Satoru and Hinata to have a meal at a chic terrace in their company. The family atmosphere finally gives you a glimpse of the life you’ve always hoped to live. Hinata growing up with a loving father and mother, and you, loved and supported by an ideal partner. Why not reconsider Satoru’s proposal, then? He’s the first man to think of you, even after your birthday had passed some time ago.

“I’m going to the restroom,” you murmur to Satoru, who nods in response, a wry smile curling his pink lips.

But why did it have to be on this day that a man finally approaches the two people you care about just as you slip away? He clearly waited from afar for you to let your guard down around your daughter so he could show up right in the middle of the table, facing a little girl — his daughter, technically — next to a man who isn’t her father.

Satoru slowly raises his head toward him, brows furrowed and wary. “Can I help you?”

Your ex says your name. “Where is she?” he mimics asking as if he didn’t know.

“What do you want with her?”

“To talk to her. I have the right. And you’re with my daughter, just so you know.” He crosses his arms over his chest, trying to appear threatening, but Satoru remains stoic, more contemptuous than anything else in the face of such a scruffy, unshaven nuisance.

“She’s not here; you can leave,” Satoru responds. And out of protective instinct, he pulls Hinata’s chair closer to him, his eyes narrowed. Satoru understands perfectly that your ex is back to claim his rights over his daughter, just as he’s been harassing you with messages about it.

“Excuse me? When my daughter is in the arms of a stranger? I could call the police immediately and we’ll sort this out very quickly,” your ex retorts sharply. He takes a step toward a lost Hinata, her big doe eyes blinking innocently between the two men. Of course, she doesn’t recognize him.

An altercation begins between the two, which naturally attracts the attention of other diners around. And you walk into the middle of the scene, frozen in shock at the sight of your ex hurling threats at Satoru.

“She’s taking my daughter, so I’m taking her back! And it’s not a bastard like you who’s going to help her regain my rights!” your ex spits with venom. His icy eyes find yours, terrified, your hands trembling and your complexion as pale as a sheet. He’s about to address you with the same angry speech, his face flushed with rage and a vein ready to burst at his temple.

Do you get déjà vu?

“‘Your daughter’?” Satoru repeats with a deadly gaze and a jaw quivering with rage. “She’s been sitting next to me for over an hour, I’ve been feeding her for over an hour, she’s been calling me by my name for over an hour, and you’re talking about ‘your daughter’? At this point, whose daughter is she... yours or mine?”

Your ex, publicly humiliated, opens his eyes wide with hatred. “You little son of—”

“Sir, we ask that you leave the terrace; you’re disturbing our customers,” a security guard declares firmly. He’s accompanied by another colleague, and when your ex protests, they grab him by the arm and escort him away amidst his shouting and the murmurs of other customers who keep staring at the three of you.

You move closer to Satoru, who immediately stands up upon seeing you — having not realized you were there — and can only offer you an apologetic look. “Let’s go,” you silently mouth (your throat too tight to dare let a sound escape, fearing it might break before you say anything), taking the hand of a silent and lost Hinata. “I’ll pay the bill and—”

“It’s already taken care of; we can go,” Satoru gently interrupts, following you to his car.

And it’s on the silent drive back that you realize something.

You’ve officially fallen in love with Satoru Gojo.

°°°°

“Look, Mom, Dad and I made a drawing for you!” Hinata proudly holds up a colorful picture with three easily recognizable characters on it.

“Did you brush your teeth?” you ask as you take the drawing to admire it, just as much smiling as your daughter. She nods and then does a little twirl to show off her new pajamas that Satoru gave her earlier in the day. “It’s beautiful. You’re so talented,” you chuckle, leaning in to plant a kiss on her cheek.

Satoru appears in the doorway of Hinata’s room, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest, a perpetual playful smile curving his lips. “Ready to go to sleep?”

“Yes, and I showed our drawing to mama,” Hinata asserts, bouncing on her bed.

“Oh yeah? Did mama like it?” Satoru asks softly, his eyes now locked with yours.

“Mama loved it and thanks Daddy,” you whisper, your voice quivering with emotion that threatens to spill over.

Half an hour later, Satoru and you find yourselves in the hallway with a sleeping Hinata and her little lullaby snores.

Satoru wraps his arm around your waist as usual and buries his face in your neck. Your heart is already racing, and your breath catches when he says, “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” The embrace is a simple hug but with unspoken words easily guessed.

“For everything.” Satoru sighs, and for a split second, you hope he’ll let you speak, but no. “I didn’t mean to make a scene and—”

“And you think I’m going to blame you for protecting us? That I wasn’t touched by what you said about Hina?” you mumble near his ear. The closeness gives you another chance to see his ears turn red. “Is Satoru shy?” you giggle, open to teasing. He hums, hiding his face so you don’t see his expression.

“I love you.”

You blink, because you must have heard wrong. “Huh?”

“Marry me.” And he’s already on his knees before you, eyes pleading. That usually confident cerulean blue is now so submissive, so close at hand… But the sudden turn of events leaves you stunned. “I want to be your husband, not just have you as my wife. I want to raise Hina with you and give you everything you need.” Not letting himself be distracted by your stunned expression, he continues, “Want my money? I’ll give it to you. My house? It will be in your name. Want my body? It belongs to you. My heart? It’s already yours.” And he starts kissing the backs of your hands desperately. “I love you, I love you… Please, marry me…”

“Satoru… You—” you stammer, backing away, your brow furrowed. Everything is a jumble in your head, both from his touching declaration but also because it’s all moving too fast for you. “You… love me?” you manage to whisper.

He crawls to you and wraps his large arms around your thighs, almost choking with desperation. “I fell in love with you as soon as I saw you, as soon as you covered me from my father, as soon as I heard your laugh, saw the amazing mother you are, and realized I never wanted you to leave this house.” He whispers your name like a divine invocation. “I’ve fallen in love with you more than just once.”

You don’t immediately respond, and that’s okay in his eyes. He doesn’t want to pressure you, just for you to know the truth and for him to be completely transparent with you.

“It’s okay if you don’t share my feelings; I just want you to know that—” But he’s cut off by your rush toward him on the floor as you press your lips to his, pulling him into the dance of your lips that one gives to the other in a long, passionate kiss. “God… I love you so much…”

“I love you too, Satoru,” you murmur against his mouth between kisses that turn into moans as he slides his warm, wet tongue between your lips to request access to your mouth.

Both of your breaths become ragged and heavy. Satoru takes the opportunity to lift you by the underside of your thighs and lead you to his bedroom, carefully closing the door behind him without breaking the contact of your swollen, desirous lips. He gently lays you on the king-size bed with silver satin and frost-blue sheets.

With a tenderness of loving slowness, Satoru breaks the kiss. “Do you want to continue?” he asks, his voice husky. You nod timidly, but he shakes his head with his mischievous smile — finally back. “Nuh-uh. Your words, sweetheart.”

“I want it, Satoru,” you reply after a sigh of exasperation so adorable in his eyes that it makes him laugh, then he places a light kiss on the corner of your lips.

“Alright… Gonna take care of my beautiful girl, the best, the most wonderful mother, and maybe future wife—” He places a finger on your lips. “Oh no, you’ll answer that later if you want, when I have something concrete for that occasion.”

You sigh in frustration because the answer is already on the tip of your tongue, but it soon turns into a moan as he kisses the side of your neck with such deliberate slowness that you really wonder if he’s going to tease you to the limit. His hands roam over your clothed chest, exploring your already hardened nipples. His lips find their way to your collarbone, marking it with love bites and hickeys that elicit muffled moans from you.

“If you knew how long I’ve dreamed of doing this…” Satoru comments with a touch of affection, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons of your shirt. “Exactly how I would act with my wife—”

“And your father?” And he chuckles again.

“We don’t care about him.” He casually tosses your top aside to tease your sensitive, erect nipples through the fabric with his thumbs. “Such humble underwear… Would you like me to buy you something more daring?” he purrs, pulling on a strap to snap it against your gooseflesh-covered skin.

“Would you do that?” You bring your lips to his, and he immediately responds to the kiss. You also remove his black turtleneck sweater to reveal his toned, muscular torso. An adventurous hand glides over his chest, making him groan slightly, and then stops at his lower abdomen where a vein runs lower down. You place a kiss there with a small, sly smile.

For the first time, you’re about to make love with someone.

“Hmm? Satoru? Have you ever thought of me in outfits like this?” Your nimble fingers unbutton his pants, revealing a prominent bulge in his fly.

“Sweetheart, don’t—” he hisses between his teeth from the sensation of the slight friction between his erection and your eager fingers as they pull down his pants to caress and rub his dick through the thin fabric of his boxer. “Your hands feel so good…” He breathes softly, his hands stroking your bare arms with a feather-light touch.

“Answer my question…” you purr, your nails pulling at the underwear to free his hard, twitching cock. The tip is perfectly reddened, with veins coursing along its pale length of 8 inches. Almost automatically, your mouth waters, and you waste no time kissing the slit of his already glistening tip with pre.

“Babe, don’t tease…” Satoru closes his eyes and lets your hand wrap around his length, begging to be touched. “F-fuck— Yes, yes, I’ve thought about it, about buying you the most expensive and luxurious lingerie— ah!” he almost whimpers. You take a little over 2 inches of him into your mouth to stroke the base. “But also in those maternity clothes— oh god… C-can you really blame me?” He rolls his eyes and can’t help but buck his hips toward you, his body pleading for your mouth to take care of him.

You withdraw his cock from your mouth to whisper, “So you’re a naughty boy, hmm?”

“I won’t last if you keep this up— hgnn…” he whimpers completely, his dick splitting your mouth in two as you take him all in. Your head starts to bob back and forth, and he is so close that he spills moans of your name. “G’nna cum, baby, don’t—”

You hollow your cheeks, and the next moment, he cums in your mouth, long, thick ropes of his release filling your already full mouth with his shaft. You hum under his orgasm and swallow slowly. You slide his dick out of your mouth with the same rhythm to smile at a Satoru with ears as red as his cheeks.

“F-fuck, sweetheart,” he pants, his calloused finger wiping away the mixed cord of your saliva and his cum with a swipe of his thumb.

“M-hmm… You taste so sweet…” He doesn’t let you continue and crushes his lips against yours, tasting himself on your mouth. “I want you, Satoru…”

“I’m yours, princess.” He helps you quickly remove your remaining underwear so that you’re completely naked in front of him, knees resting on the expensive mattress. He kneels at the foot of the bed, and his fingers explore your sensitive, already dripping cunt.

“So wet for me… Did I do this to you just with my cock?” His fingers spread your swollen folds to gather your fluids and rub your throbbing, needy clit.

Your nails dig into his arm as you lift your hips under the sharp pleasure. “Satoru, it feels good…” you gasp in a whimper. His forefinger and middle finger spread your wetness all around your intimacy. “Please don’t tease…”

“Not tease? Weren’t you doing it, sweetheart? What a nerve,” Satoru scoffs, tapping his finger at your entrance. “Can I?”

“Please…” You wince as you move your hips down for more. And that’s exactly what he does, immediately inserting his finger into you, cursing.

“You’re so fucking tight… and so wet,” he curses, his finger moving in and out of you with careful softness. “I can already fuck you without making you cum first.” He stops finger-fucking you and looks up at you. “Is that what you want, love?”

You nod before arching your back on the bed. Satoru climbs onto the mattress and helps you wrap your legs around him. “That’s it…” He takes his length in his hand and teases your responsive cunt with the tip to get it wetter.

“Don’t tease, Toru, I swear…” And he smirks.

“Toru?”

“Sorry, I—”

His tip presses against your tight, pulsing entrance, and he grins. “I want you to moan that nickname while I fuck you, ’kay?” He grips your hips to pull you closer to him, and with one swift movement, he slides into you, a groan escaping from behind his lips as your deliciously tight, warm, gummy walls wrap around him as if you were meant for him.

The stretch causes a slight discomfort at first, and you almost cry in relief when Satoru notices. He patiently waits for you to adjust before starting a slow, deep rhythm inside you.

You widen your lustful eyes, tears forming at their corners. “Ah! Toru… Jus’ like that…” Your eyes roll back as the tip of Satoru’s dick hits the back of your cervix, making you shiver and tighten around him. “Fuck… s’deep…”

“So fucking perfect, so fucking mine,” Satoru groans, his hips rocking into you without ceasing to swell between your gummy walls. His chest rises and falls in a breath as ragged as yours, asking for more every time you moan for him to go deeper. (He discreetly rolls his eyes and babbles incomprehensible words — completely pussy drunk.)

And that’s exactly what he does. He slams back in brutally, making you cry out his name with each thrust. “Shhh… You don’t want Hina to hear us, right? So keep quiet, baby…” He helps stifle your gasps and moans of pleasure by capturing your lips with his, alternating between fast, rough thrusts and slow, gentle ones in your hole that he fucks shamelessly.

Blood rushes to your ears, a rare sensation you haven’t truly felt the last time you were with someone. It wasn’t just about carnal pleasure between Satoru and you — but about love. The fusion of bodies loving each other and providing mutual pleasure, even as they burn for each other— physically and emotionally.

One of Satoru’s hands slowly slides to one of your breasts and teases a sensitive nipple. The arch in your back encourages him to detach his mouth from yours to capture the other nipple with his wet lips. The growl he lets out sends a wave of intense shivers through you, making your eyes roll in overstimulation.

“P-please, Toru, please, I’m already close,” you whimper against your trembling palm — a feeble attempt to contain your sweet sounds as he speeds up his hip movements in your sloppy cunt — the sound of his balls slapping your skin filling the room. Your words are punctuated by the tightening of your walls around him, swearing he could cum inside you just from hearing you beg.

“Cum on my cock, baby, cover it,” he coos, giving another kiss to your abused chest. The clenching of your jaw with your teeth dug into your lower lip forces you to groan. “Want me to fill you up?” And you nod, tears showing your imminent orgasm. “Anything for you, my beautiful girl.” His hips slam against yours, and his fingers continue to tease your breast, rubbing your puffy clit.

Satoru’s own breath becomes heavier, more labored as he keeps singing praises while you gasp, his lips pressed along the line of kisses he’s placing down your jaw. “T-Toru, Toru, cumming!” you cry out as your walls spasm around his cock while he reaches his peak and fills you with his hot, liquid release, warming your lower abdomen. You see blinding stars illuminating your vision.

He hisses almost gutturally, his nails digging into the flesh of your hips. “Oh god… S-Squeezing me while I’m cumming too…” He closes his eyes for a moment, letting his peak subside at the same rhythm as yours, his forehead damp with sweat resting against your chest.

Only pants and groans escape your lips, each one accompanied by difficult swallows and the feeling of your sweaty bodies pressed against each other.

“How was it? Did I make you feel good?” Satoru asks immediately, once his breath has returned.

The concerned questions touch your heart so deeply that you lift tearful eyes to him. “Are you going to leave, after this?”

His expression falters, and he gently withdraws from you to envelop you in his embrace. “No, baby, of course not… I won’t, I swear on my life I won’t leave you… I’m not him. I’m the one who hopes you won’t leave…” he whispers hurriedly. “Don’t think about that. I’ll always be here, for you and for Hina…”

You sniffle, your eyes red. But Satoru smiles tenderly, wiping away your hot tears. “Save your tears for later, sweetheart.”

“Why?” You clear your throat.

He sighs, the aftermath of the effort from the activity settling on him, and places a chaste kiss on your sweaty temple. “Did I tell you that my father invited us to dinner tomorrow night?”

“No,” you shake your head, “but what’s the link?”

“Don’t you understand?” he murmurs in your ear, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “It doesn’t matter. You’ll understand in time.”

°°°°

“I see. So it was an unexpected encounter.” Gojo’s father nods, shrugging his shoulders. “But I wonder how a woman like you can have feelings for such a fool…”

Satoru chokes on a piece of meat he’s chewing and takes a sip of his water. You stifle a giggle, with some steamed vegetables speared on your fork, just waiting for you to devour them. For a man who appears so stern and strict, Mr. Gojo is quite a wealthy man who spends his days reprimanding his son for not doing this or that.

Yet, there’s a certain paternal camaraderie between them — a father-son relationship, if you will.

“That’s not true,” Satoru retorts, his voice still gravelly. He has an adorable pout on his lips, like a child wrongly scolded.

“Yes, like you’re not a womanizer,” his father retorts, rolling his eyes.

“It was so you’d leave me alone,” with furrowed brows, he wears a mischievous smile at his father’s incredulous expression, “but sweetheart came into my life,” he continues, looking at you with a tenderness he has rarely shown.

“I hope you manage to put up with him until… well, until you decide to marry — if that’s what you choose,” his father sighs, turning his attention back to the dish in front of him.

“Satoru isn’t a bad person, you know,” you start gently. “He is certainly a thoughtless brat with grotesque immaturity,” Satoru almost spits out his water this time, and you continue with a wry smile, “but he has a great sense of attention and unmatched generosity. I believe he will be a good husband, I assure you.”

“I must admit,” he says with a wise smile, his wrinkles less pronounced.

Satoru casually says your name, “Yeah, yeah… By the way, could you pass me the salt, please?”

You freeze, while Satoru’s father suddenly looks up with an incredulous expression. “Who?”

And you smack your forehead with the palm of your hand.

°°°°

The cries of a newborn fill the room as, breathless and on the verge of fainting, the midwives congratulate you, bringing your second child wrapped in clean blankets at your request.

“He’s beautiful…” Satoru murmurs as he approaches you, leaning down to the tiny baby with his albino hair and blue eyes — his exact likeness. “Thank you, my love, thank you, thank you, thank you…” His voice breaks as you raise a weak, exhausted hand toward him, but with a serene smile on your lips as you whisper how much you love each other.

He immediately wraps his fingers around yours, your wedding rings sparkling as they brush together like stars sealed for eternity.

a/n: how i love desperate men, hihi! 🤭 hope you all enjoyed this one-shot!

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