#and both shows have the same comforting lack of warmth

[anteroom-of-death]

To me the succession universe and the thick of it universe take place in the same one.

[shaisuki]

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗣𝗘𝗗 𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦

ft. bully gojo satoru and geto suguru

content warnings college au, heavy bullying, alcohol consumption, smut, dubious consent, humiliation, gojo and geto's pov, threats, abuse of power, not proofread. dead dove do not eat.

notes nothing eventful about this. only gojo and geto's pov and the next chapter is going to be serious for real. it might be a boring chapter to you. as always thank you for the endless support of this. a major timeskip will happen in the next chapter.

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SERIES MASTERLIST

synopsis they didn't know that would be the last time they will see you.

it's almost natural.

how your body melds against their own. filling the gaps and crevices and the comfort it brought to them. they can't help it. how your body provided warmth and the pleasure as it courses throughout their body. you were simply divine on your own. the clothing they bought for you was simply irresistible on you. they never tell you that but their actions told you.

the blue and white corset type top of they bought for you sealed the deal. flattering the shape of your body and just makes the swell of your stomach makes it more sexier than it was. the shopping trip was really the way to get you out of your boring clothes and access was made easier.

“twirl.” suguru order you to so and you spun your heel. turning around slowly for them to examine. “you look pretty for once.” geto smirks in approval. drinking in the sight of your plump figure in that top paired with that black skirt that rest in your mid-thigh showing that thick thighs squished together.

“don't be so fucking tense.” satoru's voice rumbles. annoyed by your shaking. it was the nerves. it wasn't the mocking kind of voice he uses to you instead it was harsh. chastising you for such rigid posture. “satoru, you can be so stern sometimes. go easy on (y/n). she's not used to this.” geto tuts at gojo's behavior. satoru rolled his eyes at him. “that's why she should start learning to be grateful.” shaking his head and he looks at you. shivering and cowering in the sound of his voice. it doesn't help that they were both staring at you like a piece of meat to be examined.

the duo stands up from they were seated. their tall stature towering over you and helpless you are when they surrounded you like this. “that's only for the good, baby. we're going to a party later and we need you to look best, okay?” suguru explains it to you and thus wiring your brain to believe it was only for the good. damn well you know they have the reputation to uphold. “maybe, we can help you to loosen up?” he added. “just trust us.” he says and his hands are holding to the exposed skin where your skirt doesn't cover it.

your lips are warm. smooth too as it brushes to his lips. there's also a hint of sweetness of it too. maybe that's the reason why he likes kissing you. groaning when you pull his hair as he kisses you. swirling his tongue in the expanse of your mouth while his friend kisses your other lips. he can't stop. how he can stop when you taste so good. air was being a problem too. although it frustrates him from the lack of air he needed to let go. both of you are softly panting. catching each other's breaths and gojo stares at your face. you got eyes that can rival his even it's the same as everyone else but when he say it is, it is. he stares at it. trying to find the answers you possibly hold in this life and maybe it's in there and his eyes went to your lips. the softest pair of lips he had kissed. it was like mochi. soft when you bite into it and before he could get lost to your eyes. he catches your lips again and he wishes that breathing isn't such a problem.

suguru let out a satisfied hum. your skirt are carefully bunched in your waist while his large hands holds your ass. your legs are hooked to his shoulders while he laps at your heat. flicking his tongue against your holds and sucking your cute, little bean that got you whining. muffled by his friend's mouth who got you silent. his hand possessively wrapped around your round stomach. your thighs trembled, it made him feel goddamn proud that you were so feeling good that you unconsciously grind to him. you say you don't like it but your body doesn't lie.

“ngh-mmm” geto hums as he hear you whine in the kiss. you're getting close so he sticks his finger into your dripping hole. sucking your clit while he pumps his finger to your cunt. obscene noises of your cunt squelching as he thrusts his fingers fueled him more to pump it faster until your thighs are too weak to support itself.

gojo breaks the kiss. swiping his lips with his tongue at the saliva both of you exchanged. “look, suguru. (y/n)-chan's cumming.” he said in astonishment. biting your lips as suguru push you into your release. the man below you bestowed only harsh sucks to your poor little clit. gojo laughing at your reaction before dipping to pepper your cheeks with kisses going down to your nape and to your neck. “haaa” you moan out as suguru brought you to your release. your juices gushing down and staining his mouth in which he laps up. not wasting a drop. he licks his lips and seductively licking his fingers clean. “now, it's our turn.”

eyes almost rolling in the back of their head. eyes closed as they came inside you. cocks throbbing as spurts after spurts of their cum are deeply spilled inside of your holes. satoru can't help but to curse. muttering fuck as your cunt squeezes his cock that is deeply nestled inside you and suguru bites your ear. you weren't doing good either. softly panting, sweat beading in your face from how good they have fucked you. almost limp in their hold and after the glow of their post orgasm. they carefully laid down their play toy.

suguru watches you scramble to grab the wet wipes you always have after they dumped their load inside you. running down in your thighs as their spent quickly dried upon being exposed in the cold air. he grabs the wipes from your hand and kneels in front of you. kissing your thighs first before gently wiping the stains of their cum. he wanted you to look presentable, after all you were going to a party. your first, not surprised anything from your lack of experience. people would not want to waste time to talk with you let alone invite you. you're only getting the ticket because of them.

he slowly pulls your skirt down. straightening the slight crumple of your skirt by flattening it between his fingers. he almost laughs seeing as your thighs quiver. you recover slow than the both of them. in his kneeled down position, he can see your stomach poking from that tight corset top. it really does suit you. he and satoru bought that top for you in a size smaller just to see the features you have that you are bothered it. see as you squirm and pull that tight fit clothing in your body so they just could reprimand you.

it's a damn well spent of a money. that he can't help but to say it aloud. your face turning into one of a bashful expression and he finds you so adorable and easy to play with. just say something good and you turn putty in them that it was getting difficult to let you go. satoru being the one who keeps insisting about you. yapping about you every time when you're not around. he keeps his hands holding your thighs together while satoru plays the bow in your top. enthralled by it like he was some sort of a cat. “suguru, can we have more with (y/n)-chan?” absentmindedly asking him about it. geto taps your thighs after he was in cleaning you up. suguru thinks about it but they're already running late even he still wants to. you're just damn irresistible in your new clothes. carefully chosen by them.

suguru chuckles. “idiot, we're already running late, after that we can.” satoru's expression changes into something of annoyed. what a spoiled brat. he thinks but the latter quickly agreed with him. “tch, party pooper.” he ignores the comment and moves his attention to you. he notices the look in your face. one that he knows that you're in a huge discomfort and everything bothers you. nervously chewing your bottom lip.

he grasp your jaw to look at him. “smile, this is your first real party. you're going to enjoy this.” you simply nod then his tone that is somewhat comforting changes into something more of commanding. “ditch us and you know what will happen.” he warns you cause simply you have the habit of being a stubborn bitch. known for defying orders from them and go later crying after being punished. then he simply smiles as he lets go of your jaw.

this is peak college. what really defines college is the parties. the loud music, the shouts of everybody who is simply having fun or simply getting wasted and mostly the pretty girls they can ogle at.

suguru and satoru both glances at you behind them. you look like you were going to run and cry and before you could do anything of what they were thinking. they pull you. shoving you inside with them and a smile instantly lit in their faces. they are what makes a party complete. they ignored you as the passes everybody who greeted them. girls who wants the time of their life and guys who either looks up on them or completely despises them. both grabbing their drinks and satoru caught a glimpse of that zen'in heir annoyingly coming to them.

fuck naoya zen'in. the damn guy was like a year younger than him and acts like they were equal since he insists on convincing them that they were on the same breeding and status alike. they were kings and everything is just plebians around them but satoru contradicts everything of it. his only equal was suguru and everyone else is nothing.

he made it clear and since then naoya started to hold animosity for him. well, he does. who could blame him. he's gojo satoru. he's blessed and could be god's divine creation.

“gojo you son of a bitch. you came.” naoya greeted him and although was gojo was putting a facade he did want nothing more than to wipe the smirk on naoya's face. he just greeted him the same. a way that he could pissed the damn guy.

“ah, zen'in. wouldn't miss this just i could wipe that smirk off your face.” he almost laugh as naoya's smile drops. already quipping a snarky remark until he notices you and satoru didn't like that one bit from how naoya was looking at you. naoya's demeanor turning into a flip upon laying eyes on you. a smirk on his lips. “you two in fat bitches now?” pointing at you with cup in his hands and he scoffs. “none of your business, zen'in.” shooting him a glare but thanks to the dark glasses he wore, naoya's oblivious to it. “then you two wouldn't mind me using her.” he suggested and before he can respond, he hears suguru clicking his tongue. annoyed and pissed and it was not like suguru to get worked up over this. “fuck off.” it was obvious from what suguru wants and naoya sensing the venom in geto's words, raises his hand in mock defeat and disappears in a place where they don't give a shit about.

he was just so angry that naoya could look at you the way they see you. out from anger and he sees you standing behind them. he can't stop the words coming out from his mouth. “you're an embarrassment.” he says without hesitation and he maybe did regret saying that to you after seeing you bite your lower lip and the quick blinking of your eyes that you were holding tears. adding to injury was satoru trying to calm him down. “hey, hey suguru.” gojo taps his shoulder. “let loose, don't naoya get to you.” his best friend assures him and glances down to you. his bright blue eyes peering to show you he was serious and then let the salt burn to your wound. “you're right.” he pauses for a bit with eyes cold staring at you. “find a seat, (y/n). you're embarrassing us now with you around.” he watches you slowly retreat to lick your own wounds.

fuck. he shouldn't have said that. naoya getting better to him and what the hell he is thinking. he couldn't give a damn about what you were feeling. he needed a drink and so then he left satoru and also keeping tabs in where you are. a good girl. you settle in the corner where wasted and just other students who were just to chill gathered.

this is a party and he was going to enjoy it. he quickly grabs a bottle then proceeds to talk with someone who didn't bother to remember their name. just get down to whatever nonsense he can ride on. this is better until his anger simmers down. a temporary distraction to what he really feels and satoru could fuck himself for now.

“satoru.” gojo was taking a swig of his drink when a girl approached him. calling his name like they were lovers but it was more like an ex-fling. never had a relationship with her. she was only a temporary fun. “ah, sar—ah, sayuri.” he almost curses at himself. sayuri playfully pouts at him and there it is, the batting of eyelashes. “that's mean, satoru. you already forgot me.” her lips puckers before placing a hand in his chest. if this was a another party of gojo and he really liked this girl. he briefly remembers her. sayuri — he had hots for her a long time ago.

he would have taken her upstairs but you were here. he caught you in the corner. you were like a child in awe at the people in this house. gojo almost chuckles at your cute antics but suppressed it and then a cruel idea pops in his mind. “missed me?” he asks sayuri and there was no answer needed as he crashes his lips to sayuri. his sight never leaving yours and when you caught him. he watch as your eyes widens, you lower your head in embarrassment before chugging that drink in your cup in one swig. he smirks in the kiss as he watches you wiped your tears away. he always liked making you cry.

did he kiss this chick just to see you get upset. yes, he did. your reactions are priceless and tonight you didn't disappoint. thanks to this sayuri girl. he pulls her more just to kiss her deeper out of gratitude.

this was starting to bore him and suguru dismisses himself. wanting to be in your presence again. he did promise himself to show you a good time cause this was your real party you were going to experience. he still finds you in the corner where you made yourself comfortable. instead of watching the crowd like you the wallflower you are. he finds you with your head hung low and your hands wiping the tears rolling down in your cheeks. you were used to their harsh words and you did cry in almost of them but never publicly. it was for their eyes only and seeing you in distress that you weren't ashamed to bawl your eyes out he finds the reason.

suguru is no stranger to finding satoru making out with some random girl cause he is too. whomever he finds interesting and good enough gets him, so is satoru. he taps his friend's back to gain his attention in which he successfully did. shoving the girl he was making out with earlier. “what suguru?” sometimes satoru was just simply annoying him with questions but he didn't have the strength to entertain his silly questions when there are more important matters and that is you leaving this party.

he points the door where you just left and satoru gets the message and so then they passed the crowd to follow.

it wasn't hard to find you with the students who was going in the same way with you and they were pissed that they had to get away from that crowd just to get you. you better prepare yourself they're not getting easy on you after this.

they easily catches up to you. their tall stature made it easier for them. gojo was the first one to grab you. pulling your arm harshly to stop you from your tracks and turning you around to face them. “we told you, you don't leave without us. do you really want to get punished, (y/n)-chan?” he asks you but it was weird. along with your tear stained face. you were emotionless like you were numb. something is definitely wrong and suguru knows that too but ignored it cause they were angry at you or rather disappointed.

you were really being stubborn tonight. suguru was about to help satoru to drag you but you sat in the ground. you were giving them a hard time and they were calling for both of them and not wanting to be seen in commotion with you. geto warned you. “we're going back to you later.” and they left you followed by the cheers of the everybody partying as the stars once joined them again.

they didn't know that is the last time they were going to see you again.

you disappeared that night and they left for tomorrow to give you a lesson but instead you were gone. they went to your classes. your dormitory and asked your roommate but they were clueless or where you could have gone. it continued for a week and then your dorm room was nothing. no signs of you as they cleared out. suguru searched for your whereabouts. nothing. they also went to go as far contacting your parents but also nothing. they could be lying which maybe the case but satoru finds out, they were not.

there's only a message of what happened to you. a message from shoko. their closest friend who was currently interning at a hospital not far from the university.

shoko: what have you done you idiots!?

and it was just like that.

[loveemagicpeace]

🍓Synastry Observations🔥

✨Many couples who get married or have a long relationship have connections between the moon and the sun. The moon represents emotional needs, feelings, home, security, closeness, shelter, feminine energy. The sun represents inspiration, childlike energy, falling in love, purpose, path and masculine energy. When these two planets are connected this created a very beautiful and open energy.

🍀Moon trine Mercury-they can express their emotional needs really beautifully and directly to a person. And they can always communicate their feelings no matter what. They always want some emotional conversation and clarification of things. Which is very good for relationships

💘When someone embody the energy of your 7th house, you will feel different with that person that with everyone else. So it does not mean that if a person's planets fall into your 7th house, that you will always find things in common with that person and that you will always like the person's energy. For example: 7th house in Aries and your partner's planets fall into your 7th house does not mean that you will like this energy as much because the planets can influence you too directly and the energy can be too aggressive. Let's say: you have in your 7th house Cancer and your partner has a chart ruler in the 4th house, which means that he will naturally emit such energy that you will feel safe, comfortable, and secure with him. And you will like his energy because he will give you the feeling that he cares for you and he will give you warmth. 7th house in Aries but your partner has 1st house planets. Which means that he will naturally act independently, appreciate himself, express his energy more openly and directly. And you will like this person's energy, because the person will give you something that you don't have. Sometimes it's good to have partners who have houses that you don't have because they help you with certain aspects of your life.

🍸In most cases, the 8th house can create confusion, anger, obsession, jealousy, lack of emotional attention, secrets. Especially when the moon falls in this house, it creates the feeling that your partner never satisfies you enough emotionally. Planets that are good for this house are jupiter big gain from marriage), mars ( good sex).

🩵Moon conj Pluto-emotions can be very strong and deep. Two people can feel great emotional attraction as well as physical attraction. In this connection, I noticed that the two people are constantly inclined towards each other. The relationship can be such that you have the feeling that you can never really leave. Also very transformational emotions.

🔥Venus-Mars aspects are usually aspects that have a strong attraction that manifests itself in the beginning. You find a person very beautiful and attractive. The aspect is strongly observed at the beginning of the relationship, but can later start to lose energy.

🦋Jupiter shows how your partner can make you happy, where the relationship is lucky and benefits from this relationship. It also shows how two people work in a marriage. What their marriage could be. I would say that Jupiter is an important indicator of how the relationship can progress. For example: Jupiter in 1st house- shows that your partner can make you happy by doing things for you. suggests that both partners may inspire each other to take risks, embrace new experiences, and achieve their goals.

Jupiter in 4th house - can be a strong indicator for a shared home. Two people can create a beautiful and cozy home. Especially since Jupiter is also the planet of growth, knowledge, learning and progress and at the same time travel. People can grow a lot through life together. No matter what, you always feel comfortable at home. It signifies a strong connection and a shared sense of belonging. This aspect fosters deep emotional bonds and a sense of comfort and support within the relationship. They may enjoy spending time together in domestic settings, finding joy in simple pleasures like cooking meals, decorating their space, or engaging in heartfelt conversations over a cozy evening. Both partners feel emotionally fulfilled and supported by each other's presence. There's an innate understanding of each other's needs and a willingness to provide unwavering support through life's ups and downs.

Jupiter in 2nd house- shows that you and your partner can earn a lot of money together or be successful together. You can create comfort together. They talk a lot about the feelings they have with each other. This partnership may bring financial stability, growth, and overall abundance to both parties involved. These two people are likely to bring out the best in each other and help each other achieve their goals.

🪐Saturn shows where the relationship is most karmic, stable and how Saturn can test this relationship and also where the partners have respect for each other. Saturn in the 7th house indicates the seriousness of the relationship, perhaps from the beginning a certain stability and commitment of the partner can be felt more. Saturn in the 5th house can create a more serious look when you start seeing a person, but it may not bring such great enthusiasm. Sometimes it can take away the joy. Saturn in 1st house can create the feeling that you can never open up to a person enough, or that you are always somewhat reserved in front of them.

🪻Moon in 10th house -The person can support you in your goals, career and give you great emotional support. Which in most cases is good for the house person, but the moon person can start to feel tired over time and feel that they are never emotionally noticed and their needs are not being met enough

🌸1st house synastry- is great if there are one of two planets in this house. But the stellium shows that the person sees only you, appearance, etc. in the foreground. It is not something that could lead to something more serious because there is too much focus on the person himself. The energy can be dramatic at the times. Sometimes too much self-centeredness can be felt from the other person or vice versa. But it is great position for venus because it shows passionate love and the person will always give you a lot of compliments. No matter how you look like, you will always look your best to the person. The first house is also good because the person sees part of your personality and your beauty. If there is no planets in the first house, this means that maybe person won't find you that attractive. Because the first house shows a part of your beauty ,appearance, your personality. It's also the house ruled by Mars. Which means that how you are attractive to somebody it shows only through the first house. Venus in 1st house shows greater attraction that the person feels towards you then venus- mars aspects.

💫2nd house synastry is good for the enjoyment and comfort you find with a person. Sun in 2nd house can show that the person focuses a lot on your comfort. The Sun person sees something valuable in the house person. This house represents comfort, music, food, movies, restaurants, cinemas where you can enjoy. Which means that from many angles, it can bring a lot of things.

🍃11th house venus in synastry -love can develop through friendship and shared interests. But partners can be too dependent on each other. Maybe they have a common company and things that bring them together, but the relationship maybe won't be in the foreground as much. My opinion is that you can have a great long lasting friendship with this person that never dies. 11 houses are the best for long-lasting friendships.

✨Mercury is an important indicator for communication. Therefore, if two people have good aspects with mercury and in a good position, it can create a very good relationship. People will always know how to communicate. And also you will find the best conversation and communication with someone who has the same mercury element that you have. For ex.: if you have water Mercury and the other person also have water Mercury. It means that they will feel exactly the way you feel things when you talking about things and how you express yourself and everything. You will find more comfort than with other signs.

☔️3rd house is the best house for communication and the daily life you have with the person. Short trips, supermarket, neighbors, friends. This house shows that you and your partner can do many different things together. From having long conversations to going to the cinema, shopping. You can do many things together during the day. For ex.: mars in this house means that conversations with you two become lively, thought-provoking, and filled with an infectious energy that keeps yours minds constantly engaged. You are always exploring new things and you are never bored. Venus in this house creates a pleasant and playful atmosphere, a person can feel safe. The house person appreciates your realness, and your warm and friendly tone. You make the house person happy. It feels natural to talk to each other. You both feel that it's easy to express yourselves to each other.

🍓Moon in 9th house - from my experience, the 9th house is a very beautiful house (because it represents growth, spirituality, something higher, travel, faith, marriage) so moon being in this house provides emotional support, ensuring the 9th house individual never feels alone in their quest for knowledge or during their spiritual journeys. Two people can stand by each other in difficult times. Marriage can be emotional. Their bond often revolves around a blend of emotional and intellectual activities. The emotional connection is undeniable. They can indeed be life partners if they harmoniously merge the Moon's need for emotional security and the 9th house's drive for freedom and exploration. Together, they chart a course that's both deep within and far beyond, making their relationship an expedition of the soul.

🦋12th house synastry - it can feel like a dream. You feel an energy that you may not have felt with any person before. They are emotions that come subconsciously. When you share this house with someone, you have the feeling that the person is always with you. This house represents energy more than anything else. This house is most in touch with energy that is long-term. The person goes deep into your subconscious. This can create a soul binding connection where the house person would feel like no one else can ever understand them the way the planet person can. The planet person may instinctively feel this pull or knowing that there is a softer more serene side of the house person that not everyone see's. It is the house of giving so it feels much stronger. It feels like this person can give you something that no one else can.

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-Rebekah🦋🩵

[fumekara]

ALL THE THINGS I HAVE DONE (Final part)

SatoSugu x Gn reader 

Plot: Your relationship with the strongest sorcerers in Japan was falling apart after they yelled at you and broke your heart. 

n/a: English is not my first language, there will be a final part of this writing experiment, I am not very satisfied with how it came out. I know this is probably not the ending you were expecting. 

Tw: A lot of angst, fluff, comfort, mention of sex, polyamorous relationship, mention of the death of one's pet, the reader has a cat, in this version Geto is a sorcerer. 

If you are sensitive to mourning for your pets, do not interact with this fic. 

WC: 2K

Click here for part 1 part2

You woke up blinded by the sunlight filtering through your bedroom window. Your eyes were swollen and sore from crying the night before. You felt a lack at the side of your bed and realized that Satoru and Suguru were not with you. Still groggy from waking up, you sat up and turned your attention to the bedside table to your left to check what time it was. You noticed, however, a glass of water, a muffin and a note with a message written on it that you were sure were not there the night before. You take the note in your hand and immediately recognise Suguru's handwriting. 

We went out on an errand, we'll be back soon'.

Sighing, you brought the note to your face, as if trying to get something from it, like the warmth of the people who had cradled you and held you in their arms yesterday. 

You didn't know where they might have gone, but you wanted to be with them, wanting to understand at all costs what would become of you from now on. 

You had met the boys through Shoko, who was a close friend of yours in university days and had introduced you to her friends when you had all gone out together to celebrate your graduation. Although you were a bit shy at first and talked only to Shoko when you were sitting at a karaoke table, you managed to have a rather pleasant conversation with the two boys. 

As time went by, you became more and more friendly with each other and went out more and more often with Gojo and Geto, even when Shoko wasn't with you, you enjoyed their company, you liked the fact that Gojo and Geto were so different, but still managed to find their stability in being together. They soon grew fond of you and began to be more open with you, their trust in you had strengthened and they showed genuine happiness in being with you. As a result, you could not help but have feelings for them, which gradually grew as your friendship continued. 

You had become friends and remained friends even when Gojo and Geto got together. You knew it would happen sooner or later from the way they treated each other, plus you knew their history, since they had confided in you, during one of the evenings spent together watching movies, that they had been through a lot of bad times together. You were happy for them, really, but a part of you was unhappy that you could not be part of that unbreakable bond. 

At the time you were living together, after graduation you had decided to look for a flat in Tokyo to start your career, and since they had a spare room at home, they offered to put you up. 

You were sure you would only inconvenience the couple and didn't know what your life would be like knowing you were living under the same roof as them. You hadn't told anyone about your feelings for them, not even Shoko. They assured you that they would be happier to have you as a roommate and that you could never be a nuisance, since you were a close friend of theirs, and that they would never allow you to live in a dingy cheap flat until you finally settled down with your job. 

And so you did, you went to live with them and were relieved that they both agreed to let you take Nuko with you. Moreover, living with them was great from day one. When you got up in the morning, you would find Suguru in the kitchen preparing breakfast and greeting you with a 'Good morning love', showing you his beautiful smile as always. Gojo, who to tease you would put some items on the shelves and top shelves and then laugh when you got nervous with him because you couldn't reach them, and every time he would muss your hair with his hand when he returned it to you doing his usual cheeky grin. Sometimes you would fall asleep on the sofa with your legs tangled during movie nights, sometimes both of you and sometimes you would spend evenings sitting on the sofa late into the night talking about silly things, deep thoughts about the most existential questions or the doubts and fears that tormented you. 

Even when you managed to settle down in Tokyo and in your job you stayed living with them and they were fine with that.

Everything changed the day they asked you to become part of their relationship. They had both grown fond of you and, although at first you thought they had asked you in order to offer you a friendship with benefits, you realized that the more time passed, the more your triangular relationship turned into something absolutely wonderful. The months spent with them made you feel happy and fulfilled and you felt complete. 

But now what was left, what would become of you from now on?.

________

At noon it began to rain and meanwhile you were preparing lunch while waiting for Satoru and Suguru to return. As you boiled the rice, you turned your head towards the bowl still full from the day before yesterday that lay in the corner of the kitchen floor and once belonged to Nuko. You sighed sadly and went back to work, deciding to chop some vegetables. 

Suddenly you heard the sound of keys turning the lock of the front door: they were back. 

"Hey, Y/N, where are you?" you heard Satoru call out to you. "I'm in the kitchen," you replied, continuing to cut. 

Hearing their footsteps heading towards the kitchen, you decided to turn around and not look back. "I'm making saffron rice for lunch," you said not knowing what to do in that situation. 

You turned your head slightly for a moment and then returned to what you were doing. You saw them on the threshold of the kitchen door, both slightly wet and Satoru was holding something in his hand, although you saw it in passing without realizing what it was. 

You could feel their gazes on you and you were sure they wanted to talk about what had happened in the last two days and that perhaps it would lead to you breaking up. 

"Y/N can you come here for a moment?" asked Satoru in an extremely quiet and gentle way. "I'm cutting Toru here," you replied, hoping that would be enough to avoid talking to them until you heard them approaching further. "Y/N, please look," Suguru added in the same tone.

You heaved a sigh surrendering to what now seemed inevitable and turned toward them. 

What you saw left you speechless. 

Satoru was holding what appeared to be a kitten only a few months old lying in the sorcerer's arms. Both men looked at you with an expression of regret. 

You stood for a moment confused by the scene before you. You tried with all your might to say something, but nothing sensible came out of your mouth except a series of quivering babble. "Come here," Suguru told you softly, extending his hand for you to come closer. 

You slowly approached them to get a better look, and Satoru gave you the kitten so you could hold it. You heard him meowing and that seemed to awaken you from your trance-like state, and staring at him better you saw that he had Nuko's gray fur. You were so astonished that you did not notice that both men's eyes had glazed over with tears at your reaction to their gift.

"I don't understand...," you said in a trembling voice, "why you...I...I don't...." Unable to finish the sentence, you looked up at them feeling the tears flow down your cheeks. 

At this point they hugged you and exactly like you let the tears flow.

"Y/N we are so sorry, for everything, I mean it, forgive us," Gojo said rubbing his forehead with yours as he sobbed undaunted like you had never seen from him. "We didn't mean to say those things to you, you didn't deserve it and we were so stupid to let us talk to you like that, sorry, please forgive us, sorry." You looked into his eyes before he planted a series of kisses on your face wet with your tears. 

Suguru took your face in his large hands so that you could see him face to face, and you saw him completely destroyed by the situation you had put yourselves in. "We love you Y/N," he said, "We really love you and we are sorry to have made you feel so long." . Before you could say anything, he softly kissed your lips, letting you both drift away from the intensity of the emotions you were feeling at that moment. He pulled away from you as if to get some air, before returning to kiss your face as Satoru had done. 

"We don't want to lose you Y/N, you are the most precious thing we have."

Satoru turned your head and kissed you at the corners of your lips as he wiped away your tears in an attempt to comfort you and then went back to talking. "I know this won't be enough to make us forgive each other, but know that we have talked about it and we both agree that we are both in love with you and don't want to lose you and that we will do everything to get your forgiveness and make you feel loved as you deserve. Even if it takes a lifetime, we will make sure that neither of us will come back to make you feel as bad as we do these days. We want to love you as we love you right now." 

"Don't feel obligated after this Y/N, but..." both of them left you some space "please forgive us for everything. Give us a chance to let you know how sorry we are."

You continued to cry as Suguru rubbed a hand on your back to make you calm down and Satoru took the kitten from your hands and then placed it on the ground so as not to overwhelm you. 

"You... that's why you went out this morning," you sniffed, "but how?" and leaned down to pet the kitten who purred at your attention.

"Mrs. Momaru had mentioned to us some time ago that her cat had had kittens, and we went to her to ask if there were any left," Satoru told you as they both snuggled with you. You knew Mrs. Momaru; she was your neighbor, an elderly lady with a heart of gold. 

"We're sorry about what happened to Nuko, we were hoping she could lift your spirits," Suguru told you uncertainly, "I know she won't be able to replace him, but...." 

"I love her," you interrupted him and turned toward them. Now that you had calmed down, you were ready to say how you felt, "I love you guys and I want to be with you, but it will take time before I can forgive you completely," you said and they took your hands gently. 

"We understand Y/N," Suguru whispered, kissing your hand. 

"We will make sure you never feel this way again, we promise," Satoru said, as they wrapped you again in a loving, desperate embrace and for the first time in a long time you felt at peace. 

It might have taken time to forgive them, but there was still hope between you. 

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hi!! before i spill my ask i just wanted to say how much i love your blog! i truly think you’re one of the best writers not only in this fandom, but this platform, so thank you for sharing your amazing work with us <3

i was wondering if you could write something about reader and steve falling asleep on the couch after a movie night, and steve picks the reader up and carries her to bed? extra ooey gooey for stevie <3

thank you 😭🧡

You hadn’t meant to fall asleep.

But Steve’s house was warm and so much quieter than yours, one of the upsides to the lack of parental supervision. The living room was lit by the glow of a lamp in the furthest corner, a yellow peach blanket that settled over the couch you were lying on.

Steve was a solid warmth behind you, his arm a comforting weight over the dip of your waist and his breath blew gently on the nape of your neck, a rhythmic thing that lulled you deeper into him and the sofa cushions. You weren’t sure what movie was on now, you’d lost track. You were kiss drunk, lips bitten shades of pink and red from Steve’s affections and now you were surrounded by him, swaddled in one of his old high school sweaters and a pair of his boxers he certainly wasn’t getting back.

And when his hand slipped inside of your shirt and his thumb drew lazy, nonsensical patterns over the soft of your belly, you didn’t even worry about sucking it in. You hummed, a greedy, languid sound that Steve laughed breathily at and your eyes slipped closed before the title scene was finished playing on the television screen.

When you opened them again, your vision was fuzzy at the edges, the credits rolling on a black TV. Steve was gone from behind you, managing to move without waking you but his hand on your bare ankle stirred you from sleep. He was perched on his heels on the floor, his eyes warmer than the room as he looked at you, a lovesick expression that made your stomach tumble in the most lovely way.

“Baby,” his voice was soft, scratchy and sleep slurred, like he’d fallen asleep just like you had. He had a cushion crease across one cheek, the collar of his old T-shirt stretched out to show off a collarbone. “You wanna go to bed?”

You made a noise, neither agreeing nor arguing, but you buried your face into the couch all the same, nose smushed against the fabric. You heard Steve laugh, loving the sound, adoring the way his hand smoothed up the line of your calf even more. His fingers rubbed at the sensitive skin behind the crook of your knee.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” he coaxed. “You’ll be much comfier in bed.”

Steve didn’t carry you to bed, although you were sure he would if you’d have asked. He did haul you off of the sofa though, making a show of it as you both groaned and smothered your laughter. And when you finally made it to the foot of the stairs, Steve stood behind you the entire time, his hands on your hips, your waist, guiding you into his room where your pillow lay next to his.

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Living with Thomas Shelby Headcanons

Notes: These hcs were made for an AU were Grace doesn’t reunite with Tommy.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, PTSD, some suggestive language, violence.

Domestic Headcanons

-Tommy is a man that wants his home to be a symbol of sanctuary and his hard-won wealth. Arrow House accomplished that goal. A massive manor made of brick and stone, it reminds you of Tommy in a way. Solid, cold, secretive… hollow. It takes a lot for you to get used to living there. After some time passes, Arrow House’s interior starts to reflect more of your personal tastes. It adds a warmth that was lacking. Tommy won’t admit it, but he’s grateful for it.

- The servants take some adjusting to, absolutely. Tommy actually cracks a smile when you jump at the soft voice of a maid from the doorway. He’s less amused when that jump rips you from his lap. The way Tommy acts in his home, you would think it’s just the two of you living there. He has little issue pushing you to his desk or pinning you to a wall to have his fill of you.

- If you show any sign of knowing how to ride a horse, or that you would like to learn, expect dates on horseback. These dates aren’t necessarily filled with chatter, but you enjoy them. Tommy relaxes in a way you don’t normally see. Traveling over the hills and across these wide plains with him feels so peaceful. Sometimes he talks of his heritage with you. How his mother would tell him stories of his father’s courting of her. They would ride alone, in secret. Horses are precious to his people, as is this time spent with you. A part of him likes seeing that you can live in both worlds with him. Challenge him to a race and you’ll watch the years fall from his face. He becomes almost boy like when he charges past you, perhaps even cracking a smile when he wins.

- He knows many riddles and jokes, he used to say them often. You only found out about it when he told a few silly jokes to a stable boy who had sprained his ankle while working. The boy was terrified Tommy would fire him. He sent him home with his month’s wages and told him to get well.

- When you start sleeping in the same bed as Thomas Shelby as his partner and not just his lover, get ready. His demons always catch up to him in his dreams. He thrashes some nights. Once, Tommy woke you with a scream. The Devil of Small Heath is quick to regain his composure, but you swear you saw him wipe tears from his cheeks. He doesn’t like to be comforted. At least that’s how he tries to act the first few hundred times you attempt to console him. Over time, he lets you hold him. It’s a bit silly. This man let you move in with him and share his bed, yet it took him so long to just let you see him be weak.

Relationship Headcanons

- Beneath all the new money and designer suits beats the heart of a simple man. He likes to read the paper in the mornings and (when he was still drinking) have a splash of whiskey in his coffee. Little homemade things like a lunch packed for him will fluster him. If you rush him with such a thing for him to take with him, it’ll make his day. He will try to refuse, but he doesn’t mean it. Write him a simple note with a kiss. You might just find a stack of these little notes in his desk one day.

- Tommy gets up at odd hours as his sleep is rarely if ever regular. There are mornings where you roll over and his spot in the bed is cold. You call the family office and hear from his secretary that he’s been in for hours. And the sun isn’t even up. That leaves you a lot of time alone in the house. You get to know the staff very well for this reason. Tommy sometimes looks to you to remember the names of butlers or cooks before he makes a specific request or reprimand. The servants all generally like you a lot more than Tommy because of this.

- Lingering touches and soft kisses to the cheek are frequent behind closed doors. Only. No PDA. He hates to look soft. Do not do cute things in front of his men. It will irritate him. That said, privately? He likes to take a seat on the bed you share and have you stand between his legs so he can hold you close. Stare up at you like you hang the stars. Pull you on top of him as he lays back. Perfect way to end a day in Tommy’s opinion.

- Thomas Shelby is a man who loses as much as he gains. People cannot be counted on without fear in his world. No matter how much he loves you, there will always be doubt. Doubt that you won’t survive loving a man like him. Doubt that your loyalty may be decaying with every cold word and impassive wave he sends your way. This is only one of his quirks that have you contemplating homicide on a bad day.

- Part of his fear surrounding you is that he is a man that does not fall first, but he falls harder. You may not always see it, but he would burn the world for you. He will kill for you. If you ever killed for him, Tommy would know his fears were for nothing. Head wouldn’t know what to do with himself after. He’s never had a lover that would watch his back for him like you. Tommy would never ask for you to do it again. Ever. But knowing you’re as dark-hearted as him might make him more open to strategizing with you. Make you his confidant. The Lilith to his Lucifer.

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Weather the Storm

When Satan gets angry, you have your own way of helping him blow off steam.

SATAN x afab!Reader 3.1k words | NSFW | Smut | Hurt/Comfort Content warnings: Dom/sub undertones, rough sex including marking/biting, jealousy and possessiveness, brief discussions of safeword usage and boundary limits.

Loving Satan is like being wrapped in the softest blanket on a cold winter’s day. His sweet words and gestures are like a soothing balm for your soul, and his whispers and promises against your skin warm you from the inside-out. 

The inevitable part of being with Satan is coping with his sin. His anger is a monstrous thing. He becomes a single-minded entity that delights in causing havoc and pain for others. It scared you when you first knew him. Sometimes it still does.

There are times when he desperately wants to hurt someone, to feel their bones crunch in his fist and to taste their blood on his tongue when he rips out their throat with his teeth. Satan doesn’t want to be that way all the time anymore. Not when he has family and friends to help keep him grounded. Not when he has you. 

Those that don’t know Satan very well might think you’ve tempered him a bit. He seems more relaxed, he’s happier, he’s less dangerous. What they don’t realize is that his anger is never gone, not completely. He tries so hard to keep it buried, but it’s an inevitability.

When, not if, the rage inside him bursts open like a dam, he tries to warn you before it’s too late.

School ended nearly four hours ago, and you’ve been stuck at RAD helping Lucifer and Barbatos in the student council chambers. Lucifer insisted the task was too important and it just couldn’t wait.

You had to excuse yourself so you could call Satan and let him know you weren’t going to make it for the date he had planned for you. He acknowledged your message with a single monotonous word and hung up.

You haven’t heard from him since. His silence is your warning to stay away.

By the time you get home, you’re irritable from everything going so wrong.

Maybe if you weren’t struggling with your own conflicting emotions that make your heart ache, you’d stop yourself from walking towards his room.

If you weren’t as frustrated and disappointed as he is, you’d stop yourself from knocking on Satan’s door when you know what to expect.

At least, you think you know what to expect.

He doesn’t answer, and it’s your final warning.

You let yourself inside and close the door behind you.

His room is dark, lacking the light and warmth of the lanterns and candles he likes to use when he reads. Without them, his room feels like a dungeon, cold and empty and hopeless.

You can navigate the stacks of books easily and you slowly walk towards the middle of his room. You haven’t seen a trace of Satan yet. You haven’t heard him yet either, but you know he’s here. He’s luring you into his trap, a tantalizing torture to show you that you shouldn’t have come, that it’s too late now. 

Behind you, there’s a faint metallic click of the lock on his door sliding into place.

He doesn’t use the lock to keep out would-be interrupters. The lock is meant to keep you in, to delay your escape should you try to run. It’s another reminder of your foolish choice to come here tonight.

His bed should be in front of you, just a few more steps and—

You freeze when you feel a hot breath on the back of your neck. 

You didn’t sense him approaching you, but now you feel him all around. You’re suffocated by his presence, like he’s a black hole determined to pull you down into the abyss with him.

His aura thrums with power the same way that air crackles with heat before a storm. The storm that rages inside him threatens to destroy you both.

“You shouldn’t be here.” His voice is low and rough, gritty. The words are coarse with bitterness and disappointment. It’s not a warning, it’s a mockery. He’s a monster gloating to his prey, warning you that your foolish human emotions led you down this dark path.

Maybe it’s not too late?

“Satan—“ you plead quietly, your voice a hushed whisper is the eerie quiet of his room. The only thing you can hear louder than the rumbling growl in his chest is the sound of your own frantic heartbeat.

But he’s not going to be merciful tonight. When you try to turn around and face him, he grips your arms and holds you in place. You wince when his fingers dig uncomfortably into your skin.

“You had your chance,” he reminds you, and you can hear the sneer in his voice. “You made your choice.”

He shoves you forward and you grunt when you land on his bed. You manage to roll onto your back before the mattress dips under his weight. His knees bracket your hips and his hands fist the sheets above your shoulders, effectively trapping you in place.

The demon straddling your waist and baring his teeth above you is beautiful in his anger. You love him, and you know he loves you. He’s staring at you like you’re the most scrumptious morsel, and you know he likes to play with his food. 

You offer your body to him to use, a conduit to channel his rage into something a bit more pleasurable. Will he use his claws on you tonight, or his teeth? Will he murmur his praise for you against your ear while his fingers take you apart, or will he roar when his cock fills you so full that you’re left dripping after? You don’t know. 

He’s close enough so you can see your face reflected in the inky green-black of his eyes, and he bends even lower as his weight pushes you deeper into the mattress.

“Tell me your word,” he growls into your ear. It’s not a suggestion, it’s a demand - he knows how serious this is for both of you.

You swallow around the lump in your throat. “Whiskers.” His chest rumbles against yours, and he acknowledges your choice  by licking the shell of your ear and pulling at the lobe with his teeth.

Satan’s not the first lover you’ve had, but he’s the first one who insisted you needed a safeword if you were going to be intimate together. He was concerned about his anger issues putting you at risk when you’re most vulnerable. It’s for your protection, something that will draw him back from the ledge before he goes over.

You’ve never had to use your safeword with him before. But when Satan drags his teeth along your jaw and moves further down so he can sniff at your neck and lick over your pulse point, you wonder if that might change.

The warm puff of air on your neck when he exhales is the only warning you have before the tethers snap and he begins. 

It feels like you’re floating in space, teetering on the line between pleasure and pain. Satan shreds the clothes away from your body with his hands and his teeth, exposing inch after inch of skin for him to claim as his own. The sounds he makes are animalistic as he drags his lips across your body, sucking marks into your skin while he groans with primal satisfaction. 

Your own sighs and moans are quiet compared to his, but you don’t hide them - he wants to hear you. You keep your hands raised above your head and grip the blanket so you’re not tempted to touch him; that’s not what he wants, and he’ll restrain you if you try. You want to be good for him tonight and give him what he needs. You know your own needs will be satisfied later.

One of his hands curls around your shoulder and his nails are digging into your skin so he can hold you still beneath him. Your shirt is in tatters and his lips are latched onto one of your nipples, sucking the hardened bud between his teeth and biting with the slightest bit of pressure. His other hand slides down the valley between your breasts, dragging his nails across your skin so pink streaks mark the path of his greedy fingers.

You arch into his touch when he smooths his hand over the sensitive skin of your soft belly, and you jolt when he doesn’t hesitate, going under the waistband of your pants and into your underwear. His fingers cup your soft mound possessively and then his fingers creep even lower–

“You’re so wet already,” he murmurs when he lifts his head from your breast, but you freeze at the tone of his voice because something is wrong. 

He’s not praising your readiness for him - he’s furious, but you don’t know why.

Before you even realize what’s happening, he’s prying your legs wide apart so he can kneel between them. You raise your head but all you can see is a messy tuft of blonde hair. You hear a growl that’s so close to your skin it almost vibrates inside you. Your mind goes blank and a pained scream rips from your throat when he bites the soft, meaty flesh of your inner thigh.

He’s muttering to himself when he finally unhinges his jaw and he lets your leg fall back onto the mattress. You tilt your head back and blink rapidly, but you can’t stop the tears leaking from your eyes. You whimper when the painful throbbing makes your body twitch all over.

You don’t think you can move right now, but he doesn’t need you to. He tears your pants away so he has better access, and he grabs your hips and rolls you onto your belly. He drags you back and raises you to your knees, and the only thing holding you up are his hands keeping you where he wants you.

He doesn’t give you warning when he plunges his cock deep inside you and it leaves you gasping against the sheets. You tilt your head to the side and breathe while your body relaxes around him. The rough glide of his cock isn’t painful, but you can’t come like this - and he knows that. The angle’s not quite right and the pace is too fast; you anticipate having some difficulty walking when this is over.

“Does my brother try to seduce you with that silver tongue of his when he keeps you to himself all night?” The words are punctuated by his powerful thrusts. You don’t answer because you know he doesn’t really expect you to - he’s seething, venting his frustrations to you and exposing the cause of his anger tonight.

He’ll talk to you properly after this, and you’ll work it out together like you always do. Right now, he’s using every ounce of his strength to reclaim your body and your love for himself.

“I see the way he looks at you, but he can’t give you what you need,” he snarls over your shoulder. “You’re mine.” He buries his cock as deep as he can, and you choke on air when he fills you in the most perfectly agonizing way.

Tonight’s not the first time you’ve seen him rage with jealousy before, but he doesn’t usually bite you like that. You consider using your safeword because it feels like your thigh is on fire, and the rough movements of his cock splitting you open while his hips grind against you is starting to take its toll.

The word sits on the tip of your tongue, but you recognize the telltale signs that he’s close: his pace is faltering and the rhythm is sloppy, and the noises he makes are getting louder, breathier, and even more desperate.

You think you can bear a little more.

It only takes a few more greedy thrusts before he grunts from the force of his release and he whispers your name like a mantra. You gasp when he pulls out unexpectedly and he coats your folds and the tops of your thighs with his cum. It’s sticky and warm when it dribbles down the inside of your legs. He lets go of the bruising grip on your hips and you finally collapse onto the bed, exhaling shakily with relief.

When Satan slumps over onto the bed beside you, his demonic horns and tail have gone and his naked body glistens with sweat. His eyes are bright and clear now, and they’re shining with love and warmth and concern rather than the anger from before. He puts his hand between your bodies and you lace your fingers together.

He rolls on his side towards you and nuzzles his face against your shoulder. He peppers a few quick, soft kisses on whatever skin his lips can reach before he whispers an incantation that fills the dark room with light. Your eyes sting and you groan dramatically when you hide your face in the blanket.

He chuckles and leans forward to kiss your shoulder again. “I’m sorry, love, but I need to make sure you’re alright.”

His hands glide over the smooth skin of your back, pausing over lingering scratches or hints of bruising he left behind. You can feel his lips brush over the marks he made. He murmurs to himself and you know he’s making a list of potions or healing spells he thinks might help.

He nudges your side gently and helps you roll onto your back. You throw your arm over your eyes - the light is still too bright for your liking - and you hear his breath hitch. Most of his marks were left on the front of your body, but he seems surprised by his own enthusiasm. When his hand lingers on your leg, you know what he’s looking at.

“I don’t remember biting you this hard,” he says quietly while he inspects the mark gently with his fingertips. His voice is sad, and you lower your arm so you can meet his gaze. There’s regret lingering in his emerald eyes.

“It’s the only one that really hurts,” you tell him, kindly but honestly.

He gets up from the bed and looks for his clothes. There’s a healing potion in another room that he says will help heal your bite wound and dull the pain.

He picks up some of your clothes by accident - what’s left of them, anyway - and his mouth drops open in shock. “Oh, I think I owe you a new pair of pants.” He holds them up for you to see, and he sticks his fingers through the holes his teeth made in the fabric. You both laugh when he wiggles his fingers towards you.

“That pair was getting worn out anyway,” you say with a lazy grin. “All I ask is that the replacements you buy me have pockets.” 

“I’ll buy you whatever you want,” he promises. He tosses the ruined clothes aside and slips out the door to fetch the supplies he needs to treat your leg.

Only seconds after he’s left, a muffled buzzing noise on the floor distracts you from Satan’s absence. You lean over the edge of the bed while you look for your D.D.D., hissing at the pain when you accidentally put too much pressure on your leg. 

Lucifer: I don’t need the details, but do let me know whether or not you’re alright. I heard you earlier.

He must’ve been waiting for Satan to leave the room so he could check on you discreetly.

You: We’re both fine.

You: But you owe him an apology tomorrow.

Lucifer: Very well.

You drop your phone back on the floor, and Satan returns a few minutes later with a bundle under his arm. He hands you a potion to drink and a bottle of water. He even brought your private stash of human world painkillers, though he’s not convinced they’re very helpful. Within minutes, the ache in your leg is barely noticeable and he assures you there should only be a small bruise left by morning.

He sits on the edge of the bed and starts washing you with a warm, damp towel. His touches are gentle and he takes his time. By the time he’s finished wiping away the mix of slick and cum that stained your folds and thighs, you’re sleepy and in desperate need of cuddles. He must feel the same because he dims the lights and crawls onto the bed to rejoin you.

“You didn’t come tonight,” he mentions off-handedly. He rests his head on your chest so you can play with his hair. Your legs are tangled together, and every once in a while his arms around your chest hug you just a bit tighter.

Even though you’re not usually in the mood for more once he’s done, he always makes sure that he’s not leaving you wanting. “I’d rather stay like this right now. Surprise me with something sweet tomorrow.”

You’re both too tired and emotionally drained to have a longer conversation about what happened. For now, you do tell him that you’re sorry you had to cancel plans with him and you’d like to make it up to him later. He apologizes for the disappointment and jealousy that set him off and caused tonight's outburst.

“I nearly used the safeword,” you admit quietly after a few minutes of silence. He tilts his head up so he can see your expression more clearly.

“The bite?” he guesses knowingly. Your pants are what probably kept him from drawing blood, but he startled himself with the viciousness of it.

“It was tolerable at first but it hurt more the longer it went on.” You smile and brush his hair back. “I know you weren’t trying to hurt me on purpose.”

He sighs quietly and doesn’t speak for a moment. “No, even during the worst of it, I never want to hurt you that badly. In the haze of it all, it’s easy to underestimate the power I use but I try not to get carried away.” He squeezes you tightly. “I love you. Please stop me if I do something like that again. I don’t want you to suffer with that sort of pain.”

After a few minutes of whispered conversation and featherlight kisses, you nudge him off you and roll onto your side. He clings to your back and puts his arm around you so he can hold you close and nuzzle into your neck.

“Maybe we should get you a mouth guard?” you ask him with a hint of amusement, stifling a yawn as you close your eyes.

“I’ll add it to the list along with your new pants,” he quips, chuckling into your hair. You don’t respond, but he smiles when he hears you snore not long after.

He lays awake and holds you close, pressing his ear to your back so he can listen to your heartbeat until he falls asleep.

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Your MBTI, Your Relationship With JJK Characters Part 2.

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a/n: Currently working on the other requested mbti types, they'll be included in the coming parts ✨.

Thank you @goofbye @wakatsukikanae @zoldyi for requesting INFP, and @lostmymarblesstuff for requesting ISTP. I really really hope you like them though. 😭🫶🏻💖.

INFP:

Choso Kamo = Fiancé

Both of you find solace in each other's arms, you don't need to vocalize your love since your energy alone is capable of conveying the love, admiration and respect you have for each other. He appreciates the idea of becoming a family and building a home together filled with familial warmth. He's also a good listener whenever you vent. You accept each other for who you truly are without faking anything. You are both authentic and genuine. You show your love through acts of service, so he enjoys cooking your cravings for you.

Toji Fushiguro = Enemy

You have no respect for people who lack empathy or compassion, and Toji is one of them. He's vile, hostile and manipulative. He is the complete opposite of you. You have a strong sense of justice, fairness and sensitivity so Toji's actions trigger a strong negative reaction out of you. He is a threat to your values and peace, so you can't help but develop an enmity. He sees you weak for including your emotions so he always tries to change you into his liking or simply provoke you.

Toge Inumaki = Bestfriend

Most of your Hangouts are at home where you sit comfortably enjoying the peaceful quietness. You understand each other's emotions and troubles. He provides a safe space for you to express yourself, he takes your feelings into account and never judges you. He enjoys sitting comfortably while you talk about your dreams and thoughts. You inspire him a lot and he appreciates that you trust him enough to share personal things with him. He makes you feel that it's okay to be different as long as you are true to yourself.

Megumi Fushiguro = roommate.

You respect each other's personal space and that what made you good roommates, living under the same roof peacefully without any obstacles. At first you found difficulty to get into conversations or just hang out together at home; given that both of you are introverts. So you just limited yourself to small chats, but you grew to enjoy each other's presence and chill together. Both of you share similar standards for cleanliness so you divide tasks to keep your shared space tidy. Despite growing closer and more comfortable, the boundaries that both of you had set are still sacred. It is easy to live with Megumi.

ISTP

Toji Fushiguro= Husband.

The powerful duo, a thrill-seekers. Toji is the perfect match for you. You have mutual qualities such as using the power of mind, pursuing financial success and enjoying the spontaneous adventures. You have a healthy marriage life, following a pragmatic and rational approach. He is attracted to your determination and mindset, even after being married for too long he still looks at you with the same admiration and love he has for you since the first time he had laid eyes on you. Flirts a lot with you and drowns you in compliments. Your honeymoon was a thrilling and exciting experience literally risking your lives but you enjoyed every bit of it. You are attracted to his straightforwardness and cleverness also to his teasing and playful side. At some levels he doesn't take life too seriously but instead he faces it with humor and mockery. He is the perfect husband for you.

Yuta Okkotsu = Has a crush on you.

He would find himself uncontrollably attracted and drawn to you. The way you reasonably handle things, issues and conflicts impresses him. He also admires your independence and self-sufficiency, you are mentally strong and intelligent. And despite being introvert and reserved he would be surprised by how quick you can adapt to different situations and how you enjoy the thrill of new experiences and adventures. It leaves him blown away and intrigued by you and without hesitation he would develop a powerful crush.

Nanami Kento = Colleague.

You equally share a mutual respect for each other's skills. Both of you hate working overtime so most of the time you blend your competences to get done early with the work. You have a formal and professional kind of relationship which is task-oriented. Your emotions are put aside while working together. What matters is that you succeed in reaching your goals or solve problems. You are an effective team and can work in harmony.

Maki Zenin = Bestfriend.

You feel comfortable enough around Maki to enjoy engaging with various activities with her. Most of the time you train together. Maki has a strategic planning so she always comes up with interesting plans for both of you to enjoy, on the other hand you are a spontaneous person, so you make life more fun and full of surprises. You make each other even more stronger; both emotionally and physically. You keep each other stable and on track, focusing on your goals. Both of you are independent so you only provide emotional support, words of encouragement and comfort.

This piece of writing is just for fun, also it is imo, so it's not necessarily accurate 🫶🏻

[tawfu]

warnings: nsfw, sub diluc, dom reader, gn reader, praise kink, slight teasing, light angst, pining, hand jobs, established relationship, very soft

wc: 2.4k

Summary: You pamper Diluc.

Getting Diluc to this point would seem impossible to anyone looking in from the outside. He’s always so grumpy, so serious, and despite being the biggest bachelor in Mond, he never seems to display an ounce of the same interest that is presented to him. In your hands though, he’s but a sweet, pliant lover, and a man deserving of no less than everything the world can offer. 

Diluc is known for being hard working, and no matter the circumstance, he takes care of the city and the people he truly cherishes, despite the seemingly lack of enthusiasm that’s evident in the grunts and sighs that leave his mouth when taking part in a conversation. After all, he isn’t obligated to entertain anyone while knowing he comes off as a boring individual, is he? Nevertheless, behind this attitude is a tint of playfulness that when caught and retorted, always leaves him scoffing and turning his head away in embarrassment. 

 

To break down Diluc’s walls would prove to be a most difficult task, but how can he resist the love that he’d yearned to feel once more for years, one that he’d forgotten about while neglecting his needs and drowning himself in work, when finally provided with it? 

 

There’s an odd feeling that bubbles in his chest each time you take care of him, like when you indulge his sweet banter, or the evenings spent together, eating dinner with him in a comfortable silence, with occasional hums leaving your mouth at the delicious taste your tongue is graced with. Having said that, the late, exhausting nights he returns from his duties only to find you waiting for him, ready to take care of the body he abandons when the plaguing feeling that he’s unworthy and undeserving of it overtakes him, provides the strangest feeling of them all. A night such as this one. It’s a feeling that, despite seeming like an intrusion, is addictive. 

 

On your end, there’s no one more worthy of worship than your partner. And even as he stands before you, bare and vulnerable, eyes cast downwards and hands awkwardly hovering over his abdomen, you can’t help the need that overcomes you. A need to reassure him, to cherish every inch of his being and show him the extent to which your sheer love and adoration for him goes. 

 

No matter how many times you find yourself in this position, Diluc’s bashfulness in his exposure never ceases to steal a chuckle from your lips. You wonder out loud if it’s his inexperience that always gets him like this, or if the capable Darknight Hero can be reduced to a shy mess this easily. However, your teasing doesn’t earn you any comebacks when he’s in this state, instead only the scoffs he makes in an attempt to feign annoyance are present.

 

With a smile plastered on your face, you beckon Diluc to your lap, your hands guiding his own to rest on your shoulders as he hesitantly moves to straddle you. He’s tense, you note, and it only serves to prove how hard he strains himself for the sake of others. You move your hand to cup his face, the other smoothing over the wrinkles between his furrowed eyebrows, and you feel him leaning into your touch, letting out an exhale he didn’t know he was holding in. 

 

You can’t resist pulling him into a tight hug, running a hand along his back and gently grazing it with your fingernails as both of your bodies begin to relax and your nose fills with his mesmerising scent. The silence breaks when you nuzzle into his neck to whisper words of reverence into it, causing Diluc to shut his eyes and hold you impossibly closer to the warmth of his body. 

 

He’s aware of his strength and the resources he puts into what he does, including his own body that he pilots like a machine, but he doesn’t understand why his body shudders when it’s acknowledged, and why there’s a hot feeling settling in his gut when you pull away from the hug to look at him with adoration and a hint of worry in your eyes as you trace the scars littering his body, worshiping even the ugliest parts of him that are accompanied with memories he’d like to forget. 

 

To you, it’s nothing but a reminder of what he puts himself through, the things he does without ever asking for anything in return, and to him, the kisses you leave along the scars on his collarbone, down to his arms and hands, feel like they’re overwriting every bit of pain he felt when he received them. 

 

Diluc isn’t unfamiliar with being desired, after all, he’s a rich, popular figure around the nation. But to feel adored, cared for, and needed leaves him in a haze, especially when he can feel your body so close to his own. He’s always strived to be someone useful, and he’s so starved for the loving touch of another that he can’t stay composed when your kisses move to his lips, all the while your fingers move downwards to leave feather-like touches on the sides his waist. Once your fingertips graze his stomach, you smile into his mouth when you feel it draw in. So sensitive, your Diluc.

 

A few pecks soon turn into sloppy, desperate kisses, and his hand moves to grip one of yours in an attempt to stay composed. Even that proves to be challenging though, when your own need is so evident in how your tongue evades his mouth to deepen the kiss further, or perhaps it is a part of your grand plan to steal his breath away.

 

He’s trying, he really is, to not grind up into the soft skin of your tummy that is just barely grazing his dick. He curses at himself for how he’s already so painfully hard, but he wants to be good, so he tries to keep his hips still despite their involuntary twitches and instead focuses on the intoxicating feeling of your lips and tongue on his own. You, however, know Diluc inside out, and you know that once he attempts to muffle the desperate whines that spill out of him into your mouth, he’s holding back from asking you for something. 

 

So you reluctantly pull back from his now plump lips, now stained with your saliva, and he gasps dramatically to fill his lungs with air before instantly trying to pull you back to latch onto what felt like his lifeline, your mouth. You allow him to bring you closer, and rub your thumb across his knuckles, a gentle gesture that shows him that it’s okay, that he didn’t do anything wrong, and that you’re not going anywhere. In turn, he loosens up and you lean in to rest your forehead on his, catching your breath.

 

You hate it when Diluc represses himself, as if his feelings are being tested. But you don’t mind telling him over and over again, that your sole intention is to make him feel good and that you want to repay the kindness he gives out so freely. You want him to express his desires to you without guilt absorbing him, but you know it’s not an easy feat, so you settle for returning the gentle look he’s giving you as you request him to show you what he wants.

 

He’s a bit reluctant, but slowly, he moves his hands to your wrists, contemplating a little before guiding them downwards to rest on his thighs as his eyes avert from yours in embarrassment. His cheeks are dusted with pink and his lips have curved into a frown, unsure of whether or not you got the message. 

 

Simultaneously, he feels his stomach swirl in fear, wondering if he’s even living up to your expectations of how a man like him should be in bed, or if he’s being too bold. You, on the other hand, are delighting in the sheer cuteness that is radiating from his actions. He’s so teasable, and you attempt to hold back from doing just that, knowing just how serious he is about these moments of intimacy. Alas, you’re only human, and you can’t help but give in to your urges.

 

So you opt for moving your hands lower to settle on his inner thighs and give them a soft squeeze. That catches his attention, and he turns his head to face you once more, but nothing happens. Your touch lingers on his sensitive skin, and your eyes are boring into him with that saccharine look which suddenly makes him feel awkward. That’s when it dawns on him just how defenseless he is in this position, and it makes him want to crawl in on himself. 

 

But in this bubble, within your safety, he feels secure, and his entire body is already aching for your touch, so Diluc decides to abandon his pride to lean into your ear and mumble pleas for you to touch him where it hurts. Though barely audible, it makes the pits of your stomach swirl. Such a pretty voice, and it’s even prettier when it’s all breathy and laced with desperation. Of course, when you voice your thoughts, all he can do is grunt and continue to pretend that it doesn’t make him shy. You know he likes it though, and way his dick jumps at the praise is incredibly apparent.

 

Though it’s something he used to be ashamed of, he can’t help but feel the warmth spreading across his entire body when put in an embarrassing position, especially if it’s in front of you. It feels so good, and he can scarcely admit to himself that he actually craves more of your teasing. It’s like a forbidden pleasure he can only experience once he shreds himself of the aloof, powerful image he forces himself to keep up.

 

At last, you comply, letting your soft hand wrap around him, and his whole body shudders. He lets out a deep, shaky breath he had been holding in from your teasing, but it only made the relief that much more pleasurable. Your other hand reaches for his, fingers intertwining as you run your thumb over his slit, already drooling with pre, to gather and spread it across the head before starting to thumb at the frenulum. It rips out a small groan from your lover, and he looks at you with puppy eyes as if to remind you he’s sensitive there, but what are you supposed to do when the glimmer in his eyes simultaneously begs you for more?

 

You kiss his scarred hand in response before gathering saliva into your mouth and spitting it out on his dick. Diluc scrunches his face at the vile sight, but you think it’s justified. It’s to make your job easier, after all. In spite of that, his thoughts are instantly thrown out the window the moment your grip on him strengthens and you finally start to stroke him fully. You set a rough pace from the get go, and it makes Diluc’s body cave in on itself as he leans down to capture your lips, attempting to mumble thank you’s in between his moans and desperate kisses.

 

You let go of his hand and he whines into your mouth, causing you to giggle. He’s a clingy little thing when he isn’t thinking straight, and you treasure every second of it. Diluc’s protests are quickly silenced when your hand moves to cradle his balls, tugging and fondling them to your heart’s content. Your lips appear to have a mind of their own as they travel down to his collarbone to pepper wet kisses on it, your warm breath lingering on his skin.

 

He’s just so beautiful, so strong and kind hearted, and there’s nothing more you want in this moment than for him to let go and succumb to the base desire he’s always seen as a bothersome chore. As for him, your gentle words combined with your touch, the two things Diluc has been so starved of, only serve to bring him closer to release. He lets out a pitiful whimper while arching closer into you, hands gripping your shoulders as he starts fucking into your hand to match your pace. 

 

All he can do is muffle his cries into your neck and hope that you’ll be merciful enough to let him off the hook. But Diluc wants to make you proud, so he musters up the courage to speak, to beg once more for you to give him the permission to cum, and for you to take the reigns for everything, including his orgasm, so that he can only finish when you order him to.

 

You watch his thrusts turn erratic and uneven until he’s almost unable to handle it, and for a moment, Diluc thinks you’re going to deny him like you’ve done before. The thought alone makes his stomach turn, and it elicits the fear in him that he didn’t work hard enough to earn your approval. However, he’s at a point where all he can do is bite into your shoulder and squeeze his eyes shut, trying to hold back, because he can barely think about anything else other than the filthy slick sound of your fist pumping him and the bliss you’re already granting so graciously.

 

In reality, he couldn’t be further away from the truth. You’re so proud of him, but despite how pleasurable it is to see him almost tip over the edge, you don’t want to cause frustration when your motive is to help him unwind. So while he desperately thrusts into the warmth of your hand and you pick up your speed, you beckon him to open his eyes and finally whisper the words he so badly needed to hear, the permission that coaxes him into a relieving orgasm accompanied by a long, drawn out moan as you slowly stroke him through it.

 

You wish you could capture Diluc’s face when he lets go like this. How his body trembles from the intensity of the pleasure he rarely indulges in, the way his pale cheeks turn into a crimson red that rivals the color of his hair, and how well the look of pleasure suits him. His body slumps over yours as he tries to regulate his breathing, and you use your clean hand to scratch at his scalp, mumbling praise into his ear as he relaxes into your embrace.

 

You hold every moment of this comfortable silence dear, wishing that time would stop so you could cherish it forever. Contentment washes over your body as you think about how you would give the world for this man, and that he would do the exact same for you.

[taeghi]

fleeting summers by park sunghoon | (m) *TEASER*

RELEASE DATE : SUNDAY, JANUARY 28TH, 2024

♫ song : sunsetz by cigarettes after sex

summary : meeting park sunghoon in the small town your dad moved into this summer is as vibrant as the sunsets you witness. but, as summer fades away so does your time together. hopefully when the next summer comes your paths cross again under the same sunlit skies.

genre : smut, fluff, angst, sadness????? mDNi

▶ play song?

part of the enhypen series playlist

as the car winds its way through the quaint, sunlit streets of the small town, you sit in the passenger seat, your gaze fixated on the passing scenery. the town, a popular summer destination, boasts charming storefronts, and colourful welcoming banners and the air is tinged with sea salt and flowers. yet, despite the picturesque allure that surrounds you, there’s a palpable sense of reluctance lingering around you. this town, now your temporary residence for the summer, feels both enhancing and isolating.

since your parents divorce earlier this year, your dad had decided to move to this idyllic escape town that might be a dream for him, but definitely not for you. this town is a separation from the familiar comforts of your home and friends. you wish you could have spent the summer with your friends like usual. your traditions having to be failed this summer since you’ve been shipped away to stay with your father for almost two months.

the car finally turns into a narrow street lined with old wooden houses, and your new home comes into view. its rustic charm stands in stark contrast to the modern, more beachy houses that line the rest of the town. you can’t help but feel a sense of apprehension about spending the upcoming months in this solitary abode with only your dad for company.

this town may be beautiful, but the prospect of a summer away from the people and places you hold dear casts a shadow over the otherwise vibrant scene unfolding before you.

the creaking sound of the door echoes through the old house as you step inside the house, hearing your mother’s tires screech on the road as she avoids your dad. the air feels still as your dad hugs you and shows you around. you’re glad to see him, not being able to see him for months, but still, the dread of the long summer ahead of you ponders through your mind that your smile fails to show.

you walk into the room that is now yours for the next couple of months. its wooden floor echoing with every step, so different from the fluffy carpet of your bedroom back home. the walls seem to sigh, bearing the weight of countless lives that have lived here before your dad.

your gaze falls upon the bed- a new sanctuary of yours even though the mattress beneath your fingertips feels unfamiliar. it lacks the soft indentations that cradle you in the warmth and comfort of your own room. you lower yourself onto the bed, the lonely squeak of the springs accentuating the silence of the room. the sunlight filters through the thin curtains, casting a glow on the faded quilt your grandma had knitted you when you were a child.

as you lay there, staring at the wood ceiling that matches the wood walls and wood floors, a sense of displacement settles within you. the room, though quaint, holds no trace of your essence. you close your eyes, attempting to reconcile with the alien sensation of this bed that will be your haven for the upcoming weeks. there’s a certain hollowness of the room that you aren’t sure you will get used to.

the distant murmur of the town outside is a reminder that you can’t lay in this bed all summer. and that you had promised your dad you would be down for dinner soon. you sigh, filling the new, silent space that is now yours.

amidst the lively chatter and laughter that enveloped the beach, you at in solitude, your eyes tracing the rhythmic dance of the waves. the distant sounds of games and talking washed over you, but your attention was anywhere but. you had become quite good at ignoring everyone around you.

but as you glance to your left just once, your attention is drawn away to the presence of a lone figure sitting under a beach umbrella. a boy, seemingly ignoring everyone around him as well was immersed in the world of whatever book he was so intently reading.

he sat on a faded beach chair, an air of quiet confidence surrounding him as he turned the pages of the book that was sprawled open on his lap. The sun cast a gentle glow on the tendrils of his dark black hair, and the slight furrow of his thick browns hinted at the intensity with which he absorbed the words on the pages. his isolation mirrored yours, a shared desire for solace amidst the lively backdrop of the beach.

intrigued, you asked your dad who the boy with the book was.

you noticed his hesitant pause as he acknowledged the boy, his eyes briefly meeting yours before averting away, “that’s park sunghoon,”

you hum, “what’s he like?”

“he’s quiet, keeps to himself. but his family is nice, and well, they’re super rich.”

a smirk spread across your face in amusement at the hesitant introduction.

“and why doesn’t he hang out with the others?”

your dad shrugged, “he’s just like that, likes to be by himself.”

you go back into your own world until dusk starts approaching. as the sky starts to become painted with hues of amber and lavender, you reluctantly withdrew from the solace of your thoughts on the beach. walking alongside your dad, the grains of sand clung to your bare feet as you made your way to the diner once again.

glancing back towards the beach, your eyes inadvertently met those of the boy named park sunghoon. a mild surprise tinged your otherwise inscrutable expression, his gaze unwavering as you held it. a silent acknowledgement passing between you two. his eyes, dark and unreadable, seemed to mirror the guarded emotions you concealed with your own.

you held eye contact until you turn away, your dad seamlessly diverting your attention to the impending decision of dinner plans. park sunghoon’s face remained in your head for the entirety of dinner, having to restrain yourself from asking your dad more about park sunghoon and his family.

RELEASE DATE : SUNDAY, JANUARY 28TH, 2024

[happykinzz]

Brian Thomas x Tim Wright Headcanons

This was kinda written erratically cause I'm sleep deprived lol, enjoy!

-They first became friends when they were assigned as dormmates in College-

-They started talking and hanging out more ( kinda hard not to do when you live in the same place), and it didn't take long for Brian to realize that Tim had a lack of social experience-

-So he takes Tim everywhere, Aquariums, Zoos, Museums, restaurants, places Tim didn't go to often as a child-

-He doesn't judge Tim for not knowing social cues or how certain things work, even if Tim asks what would be an obvious question to most people, Brian will reply with that sweet smile and a helpful answer-

-Anyone who ostracizes Tim for how he act or behaves will most certainly be getting more than a mouthful from Brian-

-In return, Tim also teaches Brian many things, and sticks up for him when Brian won't stick up for himself-

-He introduces Brian to tacky horror flicks, and gets Brian interested in dark literature and woodworking, things Brian would come to like a lot!-

-If anyone is being a d!ck to Brian (*cough cough* Alex *cough cough*), Tim will not hesitate to let that person know how he feels and demand an apology from them-

-They both do lots of acts of service for each other, Tim makes lunches for Brian, and Brian always likes to do hard labor like mowing the lawn / fixing their car for Tim ( even though Tim can do it himself and always argues so)-

-Brian confessed to Tim at a Frat Party, while they were on the roof of the house, looking at constellations in the sky-

-While Tim has been pining for Brian for awhile, he felt reluctant at the start but pretty quickly opened up to the idea of dating Brian-

-They're both head over heels for each other-

-They date privately for at least a year though, cause y'know, it's Alabama-

-The first person they come out to is Jay-

-Then eventually Jessica, Amy, Alex, and Sarah, in that order-

-While on school vacation, they take trips together across the state-

-They always stop for roadside attractions, and take their time looking at everything they see, they're in no hurry-

-Brian takes a lot of photos of Tim, on his laptop he has a whole folder dedicated to photos of him-

-Whenever Brian takes Tim out on date, he is the sweetest gentleman ever-

-One time he even put his coat down over a puddle for Tim to step on-

-Tim got so flustered over it and could only mumble things like "you didn't have to do that" and "oh stawp it you"-

-You know they're gonna spoil each other on Christmas, Birthdays, and Valentines Day-

-The only difference is that Tim starts crying because he has never had anyone show him so much love and kindness before-

-This definately throws Brian off the first time it happens and he's so worried that Tim didn't like his gift and offers to get him something better and all that-

-They rent and watch movies a lot together, the people at the movie store know them as "the two guy friends that always come in and sometimes smack each other's ass"-

-Tim eventually opens up to Brian about his past and his condition, which further motivates Brian to do good in his Psychology class so that he can help Tim somehow ( don't forget he's a Psychology major girlies)-

-Tim likes the sound of Brian's heartbeat, whenever they cuddle Tim is always on Brian's chest-

-Brian doesn't mind because he loves being able to run his fingers though Tim's smooth hair and being able to kiss his temple-

-Tim is also very warm too, and Brian is cold all the time so needless to say they cuddle a lot-

-Brian's main way of showing affection is through physical contact, and Tim is suuupper touched starved so it's a match made in heaven-

-Tim thinks Brian is like the Sun, always bringing warmth and happiness with him wherever he goes, while glowing with a radiance that brings you comfort and makes you feel secure-

-Brian thinks Tim is like a pearl, a coveted rarity that everyone desires, standing out in a crowd of oysters. If they were ever to get married Brian would totally propose to Tim with a ring that has pearls in it-

[iliketangerines]

Hello! I can’t help but notice the extreme lack of Geras related stuff online, especially tumblr. I don’t know if you write for him (if you don’t feel free to ignore this). But if you do then could you write something for him? He’s (in my opinion) extremely underrated which I guess makes sense considering he’s kind of an underused character in the franchise compared to characters like Johnny (love him but wow!)

Also sorry if this request is worded weirdly at all, I’m fairly new to this app and this is my first time using the request feature. Your writing is gnarly and I hope this is okay! I’m just so desperate for anything related to Geras, I’ll take anything at this point. I really love him in both mk11 and mk1 and I feel like you could write him pretty well.

to long for you

a/n: i lied, i only want the hurt of hurt/comfort

pairing: geras x gn!reader

warnings: ANGST

Geras stares at you from across the training fields next to Liu Kang, watching as you train with the others, bantering with Johnny, smacking Kung Lao in the head for stealing your food earlier

he stares down at his hands and then back up at you, clenching his fists and letting out a short huff of breath as he looks back at you

sometimes, the construct wishes that he was less than what he was, to be a human, to live out his life in the village or the city and just live

to not have to constantly worry about the universe collapsing and that anything could go wrong at every second, to not have to always be on alert and look for any possible threats

sometimes, he craved to just have an empty mind, clear of any thoughts or stress or despair or work, to just float in an empty space of nothingness

he craved being able to hold someone in his arms, to feel their warmth underneath his fingertips and to feel what so many described as love

and he wanted that person to be you, warm and bright and happy and so loving

you gave it away so freely, rolling your eyes at Johnny and forcing extra food onto his plate, kicking at Kung Lao before giving in and massaging his aching muscles

everything you did may have hid underneath a facade of irritation, but you loved, loved so freely and openly even if it could break your heart

even if you didn’t have a smile on your face, you always strived to make the others laugh at least once, and you never once treated Geras like he was a god

you poked and prodded at him, made jokes and laughed with him, gave him an extra bowl of food that you had ‘accidentally’ made for a midnight snack when you passed by his place of work

his temple was on the opposite of the entire complex, isolated and lonely so that he and Liu Kang may concentrate on their work in silence

and yet, almost every week, sometimes multiple times a week, you would show up with two bowls of food past midnight and eat with him and watch him work in silence

Geras didn’t need food, had never needed you, hunger was a strange emotion to him, and yet he found himself craving food when you hadn’t come one week

he found himself craving you, your warmth, your bright face watching him work, the fullness in his stomach and the slow curl of something in his body

and when you came the next night, he had wanted more than for you you to just sit a few feet away and watch him eat and work through the night until you went to bed

he wanted you to sit with him, talk with him, do everything with him, he wanted to explain his work, to just be with you

it was unfamiliar to his mind and yet it consumed him all the same, the flames of his want for you only blazed and roared, craving and howling for you

Geras started going to the training field just to watch you, to just be around you even if all you did was wave at him

he always left before you finished, too frightened that you wouldn’t approach him afterwards

and then only a few days ago, you had come up to him while taking a break and handed him a cup of clear fresh water and sat down to talk with him

not Johnny or Kenshi or Kung Lao or Raiden

but him

he wishes he could just love you back the way you loved him, so full and warm and comforting, like the gentle licks of a fire or the soft sand spilling between his fingers

however, as much as Geras wanted you, craved you, you were only human, and he was an immortal construct

you would die eventually, and even the thought of that pains his heart, sends something so cold and barbed into his very being that it rips him apart

he could not get any closer to you, could not risk caring for you any more because one day the grief and pain would tear him apart until he ripped apart universes to find you again

if only he was human

but now, when you wave at him from across the training room, Geras does not wave back, he only stands up and walks away from you

it was the best course of action for you, for him, for everyone, and Geras takes in a breath and crushes the threads of his being screaming at him to go back at you

he would only ever long for you, to never hold you in his arms, to never kiss you softly and sweetly, to never love you like you loved him, and he would just have to live with it until the end of time

[loveemagicpeace]

🌙Moon in Synastry🌙

🌒Here is a description of the moons that fall in the houses. A person whose moon falls in a certain house feels this way around the person of the house. Keep in mind that there are also other connections here, which can then make the connection different than it is🌒

🎸Moon in 1st house- with this person, you will feel as if they can see your feelings and that you can express them. You feel that you can express your emotional nature through this person. You feel comfortable opening up the this person and sharing your personal side with them. You have an instinctual feeling that they “get you,” and that they'll be there for you.

💄Moon in 2nd house- you can feel that the person values ​​your feelings or gives you security. You will feel emotionally stable. This couple is going to have an interesting combination of unique financial insight and a stable financial base of operations. You find each other valuable. Maybe you can find many things to enjoy with this person.

💐Moon in 3rd house-with this person you will feel that you can say how you feel without thinking about it. Maybe talking with this person can help you a lot or give you the feeling that the person helps you a lot with emotional expression. They can talk a lot and exchange many topics. This can also create a friendly atmosphere. Or you can see this relationship as if this person is like a brother/sister to you.

🧸Moon in 4th house-you feel at home with this person, he makes you feel at home. You feel that he cares for you and that he loves you and you get a lot of warmth from him. It creates a very comfortable expression of emotions and at the same time it is also private - you want to create a special bond with this person. You feel deeply bonded to each other. The Moon person may feel like a parent to the 4th house person. With this overlay, both partners feel that your roots together go very deep. U feel deep bond to this person. And it can remind you of your childhood. You get the feeling that this person already knows you and you know them.

🌠Moon in 5th house-you will enjoy the company of this person and he can get a lot of fun out of you. Whenever you are with this person, you feel happy. They can do a lot together and have fun. At the same time, you can feel the romantic energy. You just feel like the house person is perfect. You feel an emotional connection. You especially seek them out for fun and pleasurable activities. Your dates and outings are fun.

🎇Moon in 6th house- you often feel productive and organized with this person. Many times you feel that this person brings out the best in you, which is for your health or routine or helps you build it. But you can sometimes feel that they may be criticizing your feelings or behavior. One of you tries endlessly to help and support the other. You may enjoy the feeling that you’re doing the right thing. You can also do a lot for this person. Or the person takes care of you and brings you everything you need.

🧜🏼‍♀️Moon in 7th house-you feel that you are building a beautiful relationship with this person that is permanent and long-term. Many times you can rely emotionally on this relationship. You can feel good about expressing your feelings and sharing them with this person. For both partners, being together simply feels natural to you. You may want to be together all the time. You complement each other: one of you ebbs while the other flows. The two of you are open and accepting of each other.

🦋Moon in 8th house-you may feel that the person sees your deep feelings or that your relationship is deeper and more real. At the same time, you can feel trapped by the feelings you have for this person. It's like you don't want to show or share them with that person (many things can be hidden). You may feel that you are never emotionally fulfilled, even though the person does a lot for you, but you don't always see it that way. It can also create a lack of trust. 8th house is intense house and it will always feel like obsession, jealousy or possessiveness. Because you feel that the person is taking away your power.

🐚Moon in 9th house-it creates a very positive atmosphere and with this person you feel as if he is always inspiring you and giving you new information. But you can also idealize a person. The Moon person brings out the best in the house person. The house person senses this, and they may become emotionally attached to the Moon person. But you can feel optimistic, fun with this person and they can bring out the fun side in you.

🩵Moon in 10th house-means that you and your partner have a powerful bond that connects you where it matters most—emotions. The Moon in the 10th House in synastry represents values and security in one’s life partner. It is the desire to create something that will outlast one’s lifetime; hence, “build a legacy” with their partner. This aspect takes on greater significance in synastry. It can indicate a shared family background or an immediate family connection between the partners.

🪴Moon in 11th house- this moon is very good for friendships. With this person, you will feel that you can create a good atmosphere. You can share similar dreams and goals with this person. You can share friends or people in common. With this person, you feel that they give you freedom and at the same time accept you as you are. You instinctively feel at ease around the house person. The house person sense this, and then also feels very relaxed around the Moon person. Both of you feel that you can be yourself in this relationship. This placement is the most comfortable for you to feel that you can be you with the person.

🫧Moon in 12th house- this person makes you feel spiritual and dreamy. Sometimes it's like things aren't real. It can be a very beautiful bond that you feel with a person (like some kind of connection that you can't even explain yourself). But it can create a lack of trust and security. There may be no logical basis for a lack of trust, but your gut feelings keep you both uncertain of each other. Pain can go very deep. Because you are not aware of how you feel, you can only find out later how you feel. Sometimes emotions can be covered up or you have the feeling that you feel something, but then you realize that none of it was true.

-Rebekah🎨🧸🫧

[fumekara]

MORE THAN ANYTHING 

Kento Nanami x Gn reader 

n/a: English is not my first language, besides, this Fic comes from a draft taken some time ago. I hope you enjoy it. It is my first time back to writing in a long time. 

Tw: Just pure fluff and soft sfw, I would like to specify that this post does not contain any type of sexual content. The title is inspired by HH's song. 

WC: 1.1K

That night you could not fall asleep.

After turning yourself several times on the sheets of the bed, on which you had lain a couple of hours before, you looked at the half-open door through which a dim light filtered from the living room, giving the bedroom a thread of light in the darkness of the night.

You hoped your man would decide to drop the papers and paperwork he often brought home from work and come to bed with you, wrapping you in his arms so you could finally sleep in complete bliss as you usually did.

"I'll be right with you, it won't take long," he had told you when you proposed to sleep with him after you both went through a long day at work.

However, this was one of those evenings when Kento would spend hours on the kitchen table filling out paperwork late into the night. Although he hated office work, he was always diligent and meticulous when it came to completing his tasks.

It was a characteristic that made you feel proud of the man you loved, yet no matter how responsible and careful he was in managing his time and energy, you were sure he was beginning to place less importance on his rest. You wanted so much for him to give up those silly practices and take the rest he deserved.

After staring at the ceiling for an hour, you sat on your side of the bed, shivering from the sudden cold due to the lack of blankets, and looking at the bedside table you saw that 00:50 was written on the screen. And even today he worked late 

You got up and, making as little noise as possible, took small steps towards the living room.

Kento was writing something on his laptop, surrounded by a pile of papers divided into folders of various kinds lit by the light of the monitor and the lamp you kept in the corner of the kitchen.

He noticed your presence and gave you a small, tired smile, giving your heart some warmth.

"Are you still awake, love?" He asked as he leaned against the back of the chair.

"I could tell you the same thing," you replied a little sleepily, returning the smile and moving closer to the blond. As sorry as you are that he was exhausted from work, you couldn't help but think about how handsome he was. Even though you'd been together for a few years, the love you felt for this man had always had that effect on you. I've been waiting for you,' you said, heading towards him. 

You sit on his lap and he wraps his big arms around you, you notice that the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up and show off his forearms, something he always did when he came home. Leaning his head on your shoulder and inhaling deeply, he loses himself in your scent and warmth. Suddenly all the tiredness he had put aside to work on his papers came over him like a wave of a stormy sea, but the fact that you were there with him gave him a feeling of comfort.

He always felt at home with you. 

"I'm sorry Y/N". He rubbed his head in the crook of your neck "I was late again without me noticing" he said, planting a chaste kiss on an exposed spot on your shoulder.

Gently you brushed his hair back with one hand, while with the other you closed the laptop he was working on just now, making it clear that it was time for him to take the rest he so richly deserved.

"Come to sleep, Kento, it's not good for you to stay here late and I miss you," you said as you rested your head on his soft hair on your cheek.

"I know, you're right," he lifted his chin, placing a kiss on your neck, "I don't like leaving you alone either."

Lifting your head slightly, you turned to stare at him, touching his cheek lovingly as you looked intently into his eyes.

Pure love

You couldn't have found any other words to describe the way he looked at you whenever you were in situations like this, alone, with no one else to interrupt you, without Gojo, just the two of you. He made you feel loved, important, and you often thought back to the moment you realized you had fallen in love with him.

As a result, Nanami couldn't understand how he could have you in his life, how lucky he was to have you and how much he regretted making you go through nights like this when he left you alone. He felt selfish and the only thing he wanted at that moment was to go to bed and wrap you in his arms with your head against his chest. 

You remained in that position for a long time, a wonderful feeling for both of you. He placed his face on yours and then gave you a kiss on the cheek savoring the aroma.

Without saying anything, you got up from his lap, took his hand without taking your eyes off his and, after switching off the lights, slowly guided him towards your shared bedroom.

"I'm sorry I don't spend much time with you," he said as he shed his work clothes, "I don't want you to stay up because of me, but I appreciate you doing so." After slipping into his sweatpants, he settled next to you in bed as you wrapped him with the quilt.

"You don't have to apologize for working so hard, you have done and are doing a great job. I just want you not to overdo the work, everyone deserves a break and you especially." After turning off the lights you lie down beside him and feel him encircling your waist with his arm "Don't think you are being mean to me Kento, you always do so much for me, you show me that every day and remind me every time you look at me." 

In the darkness you could glimpse his small smile that made your heart melt.

"Come here," he told you as he felt butterflies in his stomach, as if he had managed to fall in love with you even more than before.

More than anything. 

You felt his grip envelop you even more as you brought faces closer and met lips in a chaste, soft, pure kiss. 

When you pulled away, you rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes.

"I love you Y/N."

"I love you too, darling." 

You both fell asleep wrapped in bliss.

[fairysluna]

SINNERS — Chapter 2

After Maegor finds out his beloved niece is to be wed with her own brother, he absolutely loses his mind. He can't just let her go.

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Pairing: Maegor I Targaryen x Fem!OC.

Summary: The sudden departure of Aenelys and Maegor leaves the Queen and King with their hands tied, the rumours of their sinful relationship grow with their absence while they both are too busy getting used to their new home to see the consequences of their actions.

Tags/TW: incest, age gap (9 years), cursing, profanity, manipulation, violence towards oc, mentions of rape, the faith being a pain in the ass.

Word Count: 4.6k

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Her big doe eyes were filled with curiosity and admiration as she was trying to look everywhere at the same time, not wanting to miss any little detail of the gorgeous palace where they were walking through. The decorations were paintings, vases, sculptures and other valuable things that were worthy of everyone's attention. 

Maegor was holding her waist, keeping her close to him as they walked, whoever saw them might think he was scared of someone pulling her out of his arms and taking her away. They were being escorted by a group of guards, Aenelys deduced that they were a group of Unsullied, for they barely looked at them while they were guiding them through the hallways. 

They took a turn, and Aenelys stopped for a second after being witness to the decoration in the walls. Maegor immediately noticed this small action, and he looked down at her without even noticing her red cheeks. 

"Come on, dove," he softly said, as he started to push you forward to continue. 

A blush ran to her cheeks once her mind made sense of the shapes of the tapestries; erotic figures of couples in different positions that woke her curious mind and took her to wonder how those things would feel. Some of those positions seemed uncomfortable, painful even. Her lack of knowledge in the matter had her feeling flustered, which became worse once her innocent curious eyes fell on the masculine shape of her uncle's body. 

She felt her breath hitch once her mind played tricks on her, showing her images of her and Maegor in situations similar to those hanging from the wall. She imagined his big hands roaming around her tiny body, touching those places of her skin where not even her dared to touch. She imagined his lips pressing against her warmth, kissing her everywhere. 

She forced herself to look away from him, now feeling the guilt of having those thoughts involving him in such a compromising way. 

When she least expected it, they arrived in a room where a tall and sturdy old man was waiting for them. He was wearing a kind smile and looking at the both of them with gentle eyes. Aenelys looked at his clothes and that was enough to realize that this man was disgustingly rich; his robes were made with the most divine and exquisite silks of Essos, his white hair and beard were perfectly trimmed, and his neck, fingers and wrists were wrapped with bands made of pure gold. 

He was just a few inches shorter than Maegor, but he was still taller than her. 

Aenelys stopped her pace and Maegor stood in front of her. The unknown man gave them a small bow and then he spoke, 

"My prince," he started, "dear friend of mine, how glad I am to finally have you back in my home." He stretched his arm, and Maegor took his hand shaking it in a formal way, but his treatment seemed to be more friendly towards him now. The words of the old man left quite clear that it was not the first time they have seen each other. "I see you came with company… Who's this gorgeous young girl?" 

Maegor took a step aside, presenting her to his old friend. She felt all the eyes falling on her body, and she looked for her uncle's hand for comfort; just as she used to do when she was a child. Maegor smiled, pleased with that action. 

"This is my niece, princess Aenelys."

Aenelys looked at the floor, she tried to lie to herself and say she was not disappointed with the way he introduced her; she was expecting something else, some sweet words that would help him claim how dearly he loved her, or perhaps something that might have shown his intentions to actually marry her. Instead, he said that; words that were pronounced with a neutral voice, showing no feelings nor emotions. 

Perhaps she was living through false and unrealistic expectations, but she didn't know better. 

"It is my greatest pleasure being in front of you, my princess," the old man said, bowing to her now. "Allow me to introduce myself; I'm Ser Vyros Nahar, but please just call me Vyros." 

He grabbed her hand and pulled it closer to his lips as he left a soft and elegant kiss on it. A gesture that visibly bothered the prince, who softly frowned after being witness to that small action, especially after she smiled kindly back at the old man. 

"The pleasure is all mine, Vyros…" she spoke softly. 

"Allow me to introduce you to my son, Draqos, who would be more than pleased to be your guard during your stay in Braavos, my princess."

The young dark haired man took a step forward and leaned over to grab the princess' hand. Before he could even touch her, Maegor stepped in between them and frowned upon the man, who was slightly taller than him, but slimmer. Aenelys looked at her feet, showing herself submissive towards the action of her beloved uncle; Draqos had no choice but to step back. 

"That will not be necessary, Vyros. I'm capable of protecting my niece."

Maegor looked at Draqos with a deadly stare that would perfectly threaten anyone, but he did not bend. Draqos stood tall as his deep green eyes turned to the princess and a small smirk appeared on his handsome face. The prince took this as an insolent action that did nothing but anger him more. 

"My prince, I'm sure you will not have time to take care of your niece at every moment," he explained, "the nights are dangerous in this part of the city, beautiful girls like your niece might be at risk if she's not well protected."

Those words seemed to cause some kind of distraught to the prince, who stared at his friend with complete anger after he doubted his ability to protect her. His jaw clenched, and his back straightened as his tone changed to one somewhat sterner. "Do you not see me fit to protect my niece, friend?" He spoke angrily, almost grunting. A tone that Aenelys had heard him use many times to multiple people, except for her.

"I mean no offense, my prince. You're a fine warrior that is certain, but I've known you for years, your nights will be quite different from hers, you will not be here to protect her."

Aenelys knew what those words meant. She was not dumb or stupid to ignore the fact that her beloved uncle had needs that needed to be satisfied. She knew perfectly well that there would be nights where she would see her uncle surrounded by women with giant smiles, and voluptuous bodies; but some part of her wished and thought things would be different. She thought that she was going to be his only company, as well as he was going to be hers. 

Oh, such a silly thing to think. 

Maegor took a deep breath as he turned around to see his beautiful niece already looking up at him. He stared at her violet eyes, staring at him with the same devotion as always. Maegor thought of her as someone loyal, someone who will never disappoint him; he knew she was deeply in love with him, and he knew that no man in the world would be able to take her heart out of his hands, not even this gallant man called Draqos, who seemed to be quite interested in the princess, for his eyes never left her angelic features. 

He grabbed her face with the same delicacy he saved only for her. Aenelys leaned towards his touch, almost purring at it. Maegor found himself convinced about his thoughts, she already belonged to him for eternity and that subtle gesture of hers was enough proof to know it certainly. She was his, only his. 

"Would you like that, dove?" He whispered as his eyes locked with hers. Aenelys' puppy eyes glistening with the sight of him. Gods she was so lost on him, "is it fine for you?" 

Aenelys nodded softly, a subtle movement that Maegor only perceived because he was close enough to see it. He leaned a little, just enough to brush his nose against hers and make her feel the closeness of his lips. She basically drooled, so enamored by him that it looked pathetic. 

The multiple pair of eyes looked at them unimpressed by that action. Ser Vyros even smiled tenderly as he stared at them. Aenelys did not let that slide, she noticed how there was no disgusted look on their faces after seeing such a scene, something that would definitely happen if they were in the West side of the world. It was in that moment when she thought she had made the right choice, escaping from the judgmental stares of the Westerosi people who were too blind to understand it; to understand them. Aenelys knew that this new era in their lives would lead towards her much desired happy ending, away from the people that would frown upon a relationship they would never empathize with. 

She thought about it, being Maegor's wife was her long time goal in life since she had memories of her childhood. She knew the customs of her family would make it easier for her to marry him, even when he already had a wife… but it was a woman that he did not love, a woman he did not even like. 

Now there was their chance —her chance— to prove to him that she will be able to make him happy, to satisfy him. They were free of discernment, no one would say something about them and the weird relationship that had been so questioned back at home. 

Aenelys smiled at the people around her, and she was determined to make this place her new home. 

Across the Narrow Sea, things were crumbling into pieces inside the Red Keep. Queen Alyssa was raging once the news of her beloved daughter's absence reached her ears, completely lost in the despair of not knowing her whereabouts. 

“This is your fault!” She would scream at her husband, “if you would’ve exiled him before, our child would be here with us!” The tears were falling down her face as she was panting, “Now she’s out there, with your brother! Only the Gods know what kind of atrocities he would make her do…”

My poor child, she thought, wiping and crying out loud as she walked around the room in despair. King Aenys was trying to be serene, but the threatening words of his brother came back to his mind as he saw this as Maegor’s revenge for wanting him out of the castle. Aenys did not want to share that piece of information with his wife, because he knew that all this happened because of him.

He could have done many things to prevent this mess from happening, but he did nothing more than underestimate his young brother. Now these were the consequences of it, his daughter kidnapped by her uncle in foreign lands where she has never been. 

But when the guards arrived, King Aenys knew he was wrong. He had misjudged his brother, and his daughter. 

“Gaelithox is nowhere to be seen, Your Grace.” One of them spoke, the Queen walked closer to the group of guards, her eyes widened with confusion. “Neither is Balerion.”

“It is quite rare that he kidnapped her and let her take her dragon with them.” Aenys pointed out. 

Alyssa looked at him scandalized, with an horrified stare. “So you’re suggesting that our daughter willingly left King’s Landing with that… uncouth man?” She spat the last words, rage running down her veins, “How can you even suggest such a thing? She is our girl!”

“She is a woman, my Queen.” He softly spoke, “She is not a girl anymore.”

“We shall look for her.” Alyssa said. She turned to the guards and looked at them with despair in her eyes. She would completely deny the fact that her daughter might willingly leave her side. It was impossible, Aenelys would never do that. “Please, reunite the tropes and prepare the ships. I want you to go to Essos and look at every piece of land you see… I want my daughter back and the head of Maegor be put on a spike.”

“You shall not do such a thing.”  Aenys said, the guards and the Queen looked at him with disbelief. 

Queen Alyssa walked towards him, her eyes red with tears as she was breathing fast. She could not believe her husband did not care about the safety of their first child, and let her be out there without help. She might be in danger, Maegor was a ruthless man. As far as the Queen knows, he might have done indescribable things to her daughter by now.

“We must do something!” She insisted, “Bring my daughter back!”

“There is a big possibility that Aenelys left King’s Landing because she wanted to do it.” Aenys said, “If we tried to go and get her, we do not know what Maegor is capable of doing.”

Then it hit her. The Queen stared at her husband with her jaw clenched after hearing those words; words that made her realize what was actually happening here. The mere thought made her scoffed while she shook her head in disapproval, her lips forming an ironic smile that contrasted with her soaking cheeks.

“You are afraid of him…” She claimed, “You are not scared of what he might do to Aenelys you are scared of what he might do to you if you dare to pull our daughter away from him.”

“Alyssa, my dear-”

“He threated you, did he not?” Alyssa interrupted. His silence did nothing but to prove that what she had thought was true. “How can you even call yourself a king?!” She yelled, blinded by rage and distress, “How are you planning to protect the Seven Kingdoms when you barely can protect your own daughter?!”

The guards did not even dare to move after such an altercation, and Aenys looked at her shocked; not angry, not mad, just shocked. Of course he knew he had to do something after Maegor threatened him, but he never did because he never thought his own brother would do something like this. He trusted in him too much that now he was facing the consequences of it. 

Queen Alyssa soon left the room, fuming and crying desperate for her lost daughter. A couple of guards followed her, and when they were far enough from the King, she stopped them and spoke.

“I want a ship leaving for Essos in the morning. You will find my daughter and bring her here, where she belongs. Understood?” The guards nodded obediently.

When the next day arrived, a group of guards left Westeros in a fleet of three ships. King Aenys never found out.

The rumors around the castle were echoing louder with each hour passing. The absence of Aenelys and Maegor was noticeable, and the servants did not take too much time to spread the word to the entirety of King’s Landing. People were whispering in the hallways that Maegor kidnapped the Princess to rape her, to force her to marry him; others said that the Princess left willingly in her dragon in order to marry him. The other theory is that she was with child, and her own parents had sent her away to avoid the disgrace that those news would bring to the family.

Whatever the truth was, the Faith did not take long to find out about the situation, and the ravens started to fly across the continent from Oldtown to King’s Landing. The Grand Maester Gawen was the one delivering the news; the Faith had given a warning to the King, to stop the rumor of her daughter being a sinner, or else the Faith will take justice with their own hands. The High Septon did not allow incest, claiming it was an abomination that was going to ruin the Seven Kingdom. Sister and brothers, uncles and nieces or aunt and nephews marrying each other should be punished, for the Seven would never allow this kind of profanity. The King had his hands tied, even if he gets Aenelys back, his new husband would be her brother… and that was not a solution for the Faith. 

Soon, the small folk, who once loved their King, started to blame him for the disappearance of their beloved princess. The servants and the spiders within the walls were responsible for misleading the information and after a few days all of King’s Landing were claiming that the King had given away his first child, Princess Aenelys, to his brother Maegor in order to keep him in line. Of course that was far away from the truth.

And that is how everything went to pieces. His daughter had begun something that soon was getting out of control. King Aenys started to lose his allies. The people who once loved him started to hate him for a lie, and the Faith was starting to chase him for the same thing. A week after the disappearance of Maegor and Princess Aenelys, the Faith declared war in the name of the Seven and the weak King started to decay. 

Across the Narrow Sea, however, Aenelys was oblivious of everything that was happening back at home. In Braavos she had found a new home that had the same accommodations that she had back in Westeros. Maegor had made sure that she had a good group of servants and maidens that would keep her company in the days where he was not able to be by her side. 

But now Maegor was sitting on a large sofa. He was drinking a cup of exquisite wine while he was watching Aenelys on the balcony of their new home. She would be there every evening, watching the city and the sea that was beside it as she drank her tea. She was asking herself how her family was doing… a part of her was missing them terribly, but the other part of her was content that she was able to be with Maegor, even when it wasn’t what she was expecting at all.

When Aenelys arrived in Essos she had the dream that her uncle would have the intention to marry her or at least to make her a woman. She is no fool, she is actually quite curious, which is why she has come across a few books that speak about pleasure and marriage… she was expecting something as such. But, in reality, Maegor has not changed his treatment towards her. He has not kissed her, he has not even touched her beyond a small hug. Aenelys tried not to show her disappointment, but it was clearly visible sometimes, Maegor just decided to ignore it.

The only thing that has changed, is that now they share a bed, but still Maegor would not even hold her close to his body at night when the coldness and the freezing wind of the East made her shiver between the sheets. There were nights where he would not even sleep in the bed at all, for he was spending his time in brothels or with hired whores in other rooms of the palace where they were staying; they were a gift from Ser Vyros. 

Aenelys came to realize how thin the walls were; for she was able to hear during the night how her uncle would pleasure those women without shame or intentions to hide his profanity. Her heart would ache, her body would curl up in the bed as she cuddled with the blankets and silk sheets, closing her eyes and trying so hard to ignore the sound that those women would make. They were tortuous nights, filled with nightmares and subtle tears that would soak her rosy cheeks; feeding the imminent jealousy that would grow inside her chest. 

She found herself in the balcony once again, the midday sun rays hitting on her milky skin and making it look paler than it already was. A white dress she was wearing, Maegor would always make her wear that color, claiming that it made her eyes look even more beautiful. There was no cup of tea between her hands now, for her mind was too busy repeating the previous nights as a constant poison contaminating her senses and making her upset. Her lip would quiver every now and then as the itch on her nose would announce the upcoming tears that she would miserably try to hold back. Her discontent was visibly obvious to everyone who possessed at least one working eye; she was being miserable… too heartbroken to even realize about the presence of her uncle in the room. 

Maegor immediately perceived something was wrong with her, usually the smell of his cologne would be enough for her to turn around and flash him with the most innocent and gorgeous smile. This time, there was nothing as such, he found her naked back and her unbraided silver hair instead of her pretty, doe eyes. 

He cautiously walked towards her, his heavy shoes being dragged on the floor carpet which muffled his steps. He grabbed one of the chairs close to the entrance of the balcony and sat there, his thick legs spreading open as his hand, which was carrying a glass of fine Dornish wine, remained on the armrest. He cleared his throat, and saw how the girl sank in her position after hearing the sudden noise that ended the silence. 

“I can perceive you are not content this morning, my beautiful dove,” he began, his eyes examining the small frame of his niece. “What troubles you? Are you missing home already?”

She looks at her bare feet, shaking her hand as she, inevitably, steps closer to him. It was as if she was unable to keep herself apart from him when they were in the same room. 

“There is something that bothers me a bit,” she confessed, shyly, her voice sounding as soft as a caress. 

Maegor leaned back, and Aenelys looked at him up and down. A thin, loose, white shirt was covering his wide and thick chest. The blonde, almost invisible, hairs were decorating his skin. The poor girl felt the blush running into her cheeks at the sight, especially after having intrusive thoughts about him. Lustful ideas flood her mind making her weak in the knees.

“Tell me, dove,” he asked her, gently reaching for her hand and pulling her closer to him. She was standing between his legs as he hand went now to her hip. 

Aenelys took a deep breath that came out too shaky for her taste. She was nervous not only because she was about to confess something to him, but also because his big hand was touching her. It barely let her think, she felt embarrassingly dumb. 

“What- what you do with those women,” she told him, “I don’t like it.”

Maegor frowned, “what thing?”

The next words caused her some struggle as she fought the shyness within her to be able to pronounce them. “Bedding them,” she murmured. 

The man chuckled, “you don’t like it?” He repeated her previous words with a playful smirk on his devilish features. She nodded. “Why?”

“It’s not-” she interrupted herself, taking a deep breath and using it as an excuse to think about a proper answer. “I don’t like the idea of them… touching you.”

“And you wish for me to stop doing it?” He asked. She nodded once again. “But, darling, if I don’t practice with them, how am I supposed to know how to please you?” 

Her eyes widened with surprise, her breathing becoming unsteady. “Me?” 

Maegor smiled, a mischievous gesture that had her drooling all over again. He pulled her even closer, and in a sudden movement he lifted her up to make her sit on his lap. It was a quick, agile move; he barely put effort in such an action. Aenelys was unable to hide the rouge on her cheeks, feeling the hands of the man she loved sneaking under her dress to caress her thighs. Her eyes became blurry as she dreamed awake. Would he finally claim her as his?

“You are supposed to give me children once we marry, my dove, and during the process I want you to feel the same amount of pleasure as I will feel.”

He felt how she subtly shook under his touch, sighing as if he had just told him the greatest news of her life. Her lilac orbes being clouded by the so usual dreamy glow.

“Marry me?” She asked in a whisper, “you… you plan on doing so?”

“Well, of course,” he shrugged, “why else do you think I brought you with me?” 

“But wouldn’t it be better if you practice with… me?” she doubtfully said the last word. To which Maegor’s smile started to vanish. 

“Oh, my sweet dove,” he cooed. His hands moving dangerously close to her core, his thumbs rubbing against her inner thighs. “You’re not ready for me, yet. You’re far too innocent and perfect for me to ruin you now.”

“But-”

“Uh, uh,” he quickly silenced her, and she pressed her lips. “You will be a good girl, and you will wait for me.”

“But I don’t want you to be with those women anymore,” she quickly claimed. Her lips pouting as her eyes became teary now. 

Maegor closed his eyes as he scoffed, he was starting to lose his patience. His big hands squeezed her thighs a bit too harsh; her response was a gasp of surprise as one of his hands reached her jaw as he forced her to look at his eyes without escape. Aenelys frowned upon this odd gesture towards her, and her doe eyes soon turned into ones filled with a mixture of confusion and fear. Maegor was not able to control his strength, causing a bit of harm in the delicate skin of his niece.

“Stop this, Aenelys, stop acting like a child,” he whispered, his heavy breathing hitting against her quivering lips. “I will not accept orders from you, I have already told you my reasons; you may or may not believe me… but just stay out of what does not concern you.”

She let out a shaky breathing before pushing herself away from him. Aenelys stood up with her knees trembling and the tears soaking her cheeks. Her eyes stared at him with a new light, Maegor noticed it almost instantly, and that is when he knew he had ruined his plans. He had scared her. The poor girl’s hand went to touch her sore jaw, which now had the fingertips of the man printed on her delicate skin. 

“Aenelys…” He said, standing up and trying to reach for her. She just took a step back, making him sigh. “Aenelys, please-”

“I should’ve stayed,” she whispered. Her voice was broken and filled with hurt. 

Maegor laughed with irony, “you have a dragon, if you want to leave, then leave. I am not forcing you to be here.”

His words only broke her more. She had to bite her lip to avoid a sob to escape her, it was too painful. 

She did not say anything else. She just turned around, still covering her jaw with her hand and she just walked away from him. Maegor rolled his eyes as he sat back on the chair, drinking his wine in one sip. The empty cup soon was thrown across the room, causing a thunderous sound that echoed in the room. 

“Fuck,” was the only thing he said. 

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mariii, i’d love it if you wrote something with post-outbreak joel, if possible, in jackson, where you two go on patrol, you have a thing between you, like — you act like an already married couple but you aren’t actually married, and in that little patrol, you two go together and can’t keep your hands to yourselves? 👀

like, you’re riding your horse and he can’t keep his eyes off you and your hips, he finds you alluring and sexy in everything that you do.

Post outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: I love this so much 🥺

• when Joel got to Jackson with Ellie, he didn't fit it right away with people, it wasn't surprising at all, not only because of his private nature and the social skills he seemed to lack, but also because it was kind of difficult to adapt to normality after two decades of living through hell

• so it was expected he would struggle at that matter for a while, but when he didn't approach anyone through the months that followed his arrival, it was clear he wasn't one to socialize and that was fine, Jackson people had more to worry about other than finding Joel Miller friends

• and yet, for some reason, he just let you in; in the beginning he was distant, it could seem he was being cold or rude, but that wasn't really the truth, deep down, under all the layers of hurt and trauma, Joel Miller was still a southern gentleman at heart and he would never treat a pretty lady as roughly as that

• but the moment you were both assigned to patrol together, eventually you both got to know each other a bit better by chatting, sharing some bits of personal information here and there and overall hanging out

• turns out Joel was a lot nicer than you had previously thought, he was including a little sweet - to you at least, and to be honest, that was all that mattered because you couldn't give a shit about how he would treat other women

• in reality, you were already jealous of the possibility of Joel liking another woman, and showing her the same kind of warmth and affection, but you wouldn't admit it anyway

• so it was natural your friendship went beyond your patrol shifts, as you very often spent time with each other around town, whether taking a shift together at some other job or spending your free time together as well

• and it didn't take very long for you to hang out at each other's place; Joel didn't mind fixing things up for you here and there, and you also didn't mind cooking him and Ellie dinner, making some real meals so they'd eat something else other than sandwiches and of course, spoil them a little by baking cookies, bread or anything you could find really

• you didn't mind washing his clothes just as he didn't mind helping you fold his and yours as well, you didn't mind dusting his furniture just as he didn't mind sweeping the floor

• and you both didn't mind keeping each other's gardens neat, fruitful and beautiful

• whenever you were out on patrol or just looking for supplies, you would always find small gifts and treats for each other, or for Ellie, which melted his old broken heart even if he didn't admit it

• it came to the point both you and Joel simply couldn't imagine your lives in Jackson without each other; it was just so natural, so good and comforting to have each other's backs and Joel came to the realization his old broken heart wasn't that broken anymore, not since he met you, because it hit off differently, and he liked it

• and as he'd always been attracted to you, ever since he realized that maybe he didn't think you were *just* pretty, and he wasn't sure that all that affection he felt was *just* w regular friendship, he started yearning for you

• at the same time he was afraid of ruining your relationship because honestly, what could assure him you liked him the same way? maybe you were doing all that just because you were nice or he was a little insecure

• so he kept his feelings for you, at the same time he barely could hide it, always caressing you, looking for excuses to touch you and be close to you

• and you both behaved like a couple, which was adorable to be honest

• and when you were out on patrol, Joel couldn't keep his eyes off you: your body, your back, your hips, your hair, everything about it was so beautiful to him

• while you two were on resting during a break, Joel offered you a bottle of water, sitting next to you and telling how pretty you were that day, which made you blush, because even if he was always gentle and sweet, he'd never talked to you like that

• you thanked him and replied by saying he was handsome and you two were a little flushed but the conversation went on until he finally took courage and stole a kiss from you

• and you kissed him back

• and that was just the beginning of the beautiful romance you shared with Joel, after only a few months dating, he decided to propose even if marriages weren't really a thing in the apocalypse, it was a thing for you, because you were his wife and he would love you and cherish until the end

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