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Thuis - 2023-12-25 - Christine's dream
#thuisedit#thuis#thilly van santen#christine leysen#lauren muller#daphne paelinck#thuis 20231225#thuis spoilers#christine x thilly#femslash related stuff#when the light turned on!#and we realize this was all just christine's very very thirsty dream#her imagination is so bold#desperate to see how thilly feels about this
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my martha knight au in a nutshell:
Danny/Martha: see up here?
Danny/Martha: *taps skull*
Danny/Martha: intense psychological damage
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Danny/Martha: *upon finding out she's pregnant*
Danny/Martha: oh my god i cant be a mom, I'm fifteen and homeless--
Danny/Martha: im going to be a terrible mother--
Danny/Martha: i live in a cAR--
Danny/Martha: what if the baby inherits my powers? Oh no--
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Danny/Martha post giving birth: i've only had Bruce for a minute and a half but if anything were to happen to him i won't even need to fuse with Vlad, I'm razing this goddamn planet to the ground myself
Danny, to Baby Bruce: you are the last remaining thread of my sanity. I'm going to give you the world :)
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Danny/Martha prior to getting pregnant: Fuck it, if everything in my life has led to this moment, i'm allowed to make one stupid decision. I'm getting drunk and getting laid
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Danny/Martha while Bruce was a toddler: i swear to fucking god i am going to kill the next person who talks to me--
Bruce: hi mommy!! i brought you something!!!
Danny/Martha, immediately flipping on a dime: hi baby!! what do you have?
Bruce, a weird child like his mother: a spider :)
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Danny/Martha, talking to Falcone after he made an unsavory comment at her and Bruce: If you ever come near me or my son again, I will dig up your shithead father's corpse and make you eat his skin.
Danny/Martha: do you understand me
Falcone:... crystal, ma'am
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Danny/Martha new in Gotham: *getting mugged*
Danny/Martha: *grabs man's arm*
Danny/Martha: I AM GOING TO BREAK YOU IN HALF LIKE A TWIG, FUCK BOY, DO YOU HEAR THE WORDS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH--
(she then proceeds to terrorize Gotham's night life for the next extended period of time, mostly unintentionally)
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Danny/Martha: Danny Fenton?? No. you must be mistaken, my name is Martha Knight.
Danny/Martha: this here is my littlest knight, Bruce.
Danny/Martha: I made him all by myself :]
#if martha could become the joker in one timeline if bruce died then she had to have SOMETHIGN going on up there mentally. im all for it#im a 'martha wayne may have been secretly batshit' truther. subscribing to bruciemilf's portrayal of the wayne parents#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dpxdc#fem danny fenton#female danny fenton#martha knight au#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc crossover#dpxdc au#dp x dc au#dp x dc#giving danny fenton psychological issues since 2022 folks#points at marthadanny: she's a hot mess with unprocessed trauma and psychological prblems. she's hanging on by a thread#LISTEN TO AFTER ALL BY CHRISTINE EBERSOLE THAT SUMS UP MARTHADANNY ENTIRELY#bruce your mom is even crazier than you. how is that possible. her trauma has trauma.#marthadanny: i dont wanna talk about my feelings OR my trauma i want to raise my son. go away#martha: who knew that being a child hero without any support would result in deeply rooted psychological issues and paranoia in spades#marthadanny: im fine (<- experienced liar. is not fine. please god someone restrain her before she claws someone's eyes out)#she has eyebags the size of the savanna and wields red lipstick like a weapon. she's going to rob a rich man blind. she has a baby to feed#what would a mother not do for her child? what heights would a mother not climb.#and you're shaken to your soul with an ache that you cant erase. like the tears you never cried but still keep scrubbing off your face.#there's a pain you cant imagine. the little talk that keeps you wide awake that somehow turns to bold determination that you wont ever make#the same mistake. so you've got to feed your little future and ensure her talent poise and charm might just grow up and save you after all#fun fact bruce and danny's birthdays are exactly one week apart. danny is Feb.12 and Bruce is Feb.19. take that as you will :)
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Your Secret Admirer
Female Yandere x Reader
Part 1
The story of your secret admirer and how she fell in love with you.
[tw: suicidal ideation] - it's vague but it's there.
Part 2
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She'd been alone for some time.
Her father traveled for work, she could count the number of times he'd been home and seen her in the last ten years on one hand. Her mother had been more attentive when she was younger, from what she could remember, but that stopped pretty abruptly when her younger brother had been born. He had a lot of health problems and spent a lot of his childhood in and out of hospitals, their mother stayed by his side. She didn't really know him, and he didn't know her.
Between her father's job and her brother's health, she had attended a new school every couple of years. When she finally felt settled, every time, they would pick up and move again. She stopped trying to make friends fairly early on.
She made sure to never cause trouble and worry her family. She was always the perfect daughter. Never underfoot or in the way, even when she wanted her family's attention more than anything.
No one to cry with when things got hard. No one to nurse her back to health when she was sick. No one to celebrate her birthdays with her. No one to say good morning or good night to.
No matter how good her grades were or what she achieved, they never looked her way. They didn't need to check in on her; she was their healthy child, the one who never caused any trouble, who could take care of herself. She knew they loved her, but she couldn't remember the last time they had actually told her so, or even showed her. Her mother had her brother and her parents had each other, there was no one who was only hers.
She had always been on her own.
Even when she'd started college, every day was still so meaningless... nothing really mattered. She never found anything she wanted to be or do... She found herself just going to her classes day after day, never speaking to anyone, just because she was... supposed to, to stay out of the way.
Then, that day, she was walking to her classes when everything just... stopped.
She couldn't take it anymore. Why should she keep going? There wasn't anything for her to look forward to anyway... She couldn't bring herself to take another step. What was the point? In any of it?
If she were to disappear, how long would it take her family to notice? There wasn't anywhere meant for her... no one to look to... and a future that was getting harder and harder to picture herself in.
If she walked off and kept on walking... would anyone even notice? She wanted the world to stop so she could just... breathe.
She was so empty, it physically hurt.
The world slammed back into motion when she was suddenly knocked to the ground. There was a stinging, throbbing pain on the side of her wrist.
And there you were.
You were apologizing over and over, saying you weren't watching where you were going. You hovered with a worried look as she got up, she was still kind of out of it.
When you saw that she had scraped her hand on the concrete in the collision, you reached out without thinking. When you took her hand in yours, she couldn't breathe. You led her to a nearby bench and sat with her, getting into your bag. You got out a surprisingly cute bandage and stuck it on, still apologizing and fussing, but all she could focus on was your touch.
It jolted everything awake inside her. She was hyperaware of everything. The way the sun hit your eyes, the smell of your shampoo, the nervous lilt in your voice as you kept on apologizing.
And your warmth. She was in awe at it; it had been so long since she'd felt another person's warmth. A kind voice, a comforting look in their eyes.
Everything about you filled that empty space.
You asked her if she was okay, and those words finally broke through.
"Yes." she nodded, suddenly aware of how rude she might've seemed. "Thank you... for helping me... um?"
You just smiled and told her your name. It sounded so... right.
She told you hers back, and to you it was something so inconsequential. An accidental meeting between two strangers not likely to ever meet again.
But to her, it was everything.
You flashed one more warm smile and gave one last sincere apology before standing, and it took everything in her to not ask you not to go. But that would be strange, right? She was just a stranger to you, you didn't owe her that. But she wanted so badly for you to stay.
And when you were gone, all she wanted was to see you again.
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The next day, you were on the same route. She watched from a ways away, trying to figure out what your day looked like, when would be the best time to come and see you again... But the longer she watched, the more she found herself... nervous? She'd never felt this way before.
If she said the wrong thing, or made a bad impression on you, she was afraid you would look right through her, like everyone else did.
Look at me.
It became her mantra. It repeated over and over in her head as she watched you, she uttered it again and again like a prayer as she fell asleep to thoughts of you. She poured the words like a blessing into everything she made for you. It became her fondest wish.
She had daydreams of you. Always of you seeing her again. In some, you smiled and called to her. When you said her name again it would fill her with such warmth. In others you looked at her with disgust and fear at discovering how she'd been following you. She was surprised to find that he latter option gave her such a strange thrill.
As long as you were looking at her, it didn't matter to her with what intention.
She left you gifts. Little things to guide you back to her, when the time was right. She wrote her thoughts in love notes she would slip into your bag or leave where only you would find them. She left a bookmark with pressed baby's breath flowers in the book you checked out from the library. They were small and didn't stand out among other, brighter flowers, but staring at their tiny, delicate blossoms made her feel... something. She wasn't quite sure what. She'd taken flowers from the same branching stem, set them in resin, and made them into a necklace as something like a matching set. It made her feel close to you, in her own way.
You used to spend what felt like forever looking over the things she left you, sometimes with a smile, sometimes with surprise or confusion, but always something behind your eyes that made her heart skip a beat.
But after a while, you started to ignore the things she left you. No surprise or raised eyebrows, or funny little smiles at her clumsy poetry. Not even annoyance or disgust at finding yet another trinket she'd made you or the all-too-personal fantasies she'd left in a note. Just...
Nothing.
You just left them where you found them and kept going about your life, like it didn't matter. Like she didn't matter.
You couldn't see her anymore.
It left her feeling sick.
She cried and screamed in that empty house, where no one heard her. Just another place where she wasn't really... there. You'd become such a comfort to her, but now all she could do was sit alone with her thoughts. She skipped her classes, she couldn't eat, she couldn't sleep, but there was no one to notice. No one to care. She was spiraling down into something awful. She started thinking of all the ways she could get your attention again, none of them as pleasant as the gifts and notes like before.
Love her or hate her, anything was better than the cold indifference that stabbed through her heart, ripping out every piece of you and making her empty again.
She couldn't go back to that. She refused to feel that horrible ache again. She made a plan. It was time for you two to reunite, no matter the consequences.
"Just you wait..." she smiled, holding her necklace tight, gently caressing the smooth surface under her thumb. She held it to her lips as her mantra ran through her mind over and over again.
"You'll finally see me..."
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an anon asked for a longer story for The Secret Admirer yandere girl
Original Yandere Girl Types post
#female yandere#yandere girl#yandere#yandere imagines#female yandere x reader#female yandere x y/n#The Secret Admirer#slight retread of her bit of the yandere girls post#now with more backstory#part 2 will be here before long#it was actually written first and just needs a little editing#im not up for actually using y/n in the text just yet#one day i will be so bold#but that day is not today#maybe in Part 2#yandere x reader#minty writing
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I haven't finished the quests from 2.4 just yet, but I have already so many thoughts that I can just barely keep contained especially about Huaiyan, Yunli, Yingxing and just sm too much in fact, I'm dying rn
#expect some rants#in particular an exploration of the actual state of Huaiyan and Yingxing's dynamic#bc a lot of people i see in general are perceiving it as purely amazing and awesome and perfectly happy#and i simply disagree and i want to explore how i think the state of their dynamic was#additionally ive seen people comparing how both yunli and yingxing are very bold confident individuals#and i essentially want to go in depth about how while they both have that characteristic it is still very very different#a very different kind of confidence between them#and lastly just how i imagine a yunli and blade encounter might go#bc the yingxing she envisions is an ideal version that her grandpa has told her thats part of why she still thinks of him by the name her#grandpa told her over what he himself has chosen to go by now#so i wonder how her expectations might be shattered upon meeting him#Ahhhh#i love this update so far#might also talk about how much i really like yunli and yanqing dynamic and how fun it is that shes pulling this side we havent seen from him#but thatll all be once im fully and finally done#so o7#hsr#honkai star rail#hsr blade#yingxing#huaiyan#yunli
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Lucius and Gibeon old man yaoi drama is great, but I also like the old people drama shown through Diana and Hamber.
Diana and Hamber going a long way back, Diana still seeing something worthwhile in Hamber despite the fact that he is part of the organization that went after her granddaughter, Diana still referring to him as her "old friend" and citing Hamber specifically as the reason she wanted to look into the Explorers by herself, maybe to understand what happened to him after all this time.. It might be too late for Lucius and Gibeon to settle things personally, but maybe Diana still has time to do something about Hamber and knock some sense into him.
#tbh both lucius and gibeon drama and diana and hamber's are compelling for different reasons and make me insane#maybe lucius wanted to do something about his friend while he was still alive and couldn't#(if we assume lucius and gibeon were friends back in the day and had a falling out)#something about diana and hamber knowing each other for so long feels a bit intimate even#they probably knew each other before diana even had her own family. that's a long time#separated by life but found their way back to each other#something something about how diana is independent and acts for herself#while in contrast hamber serves others (gibeon and amethio)#i wonder if maybe hamber admired diana's bold side (since he isn't really like that in comparison from what we've seen)#maybe he fell for her at some point back in the day because of this ww#it's entertaining to imagine#i hope we get more info about their past#i can picture them having tea time together post canon w#diana#hamber#character notes
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I have to say that although Matt Smith is the perfect Daemon for me (book!canon wise too), the combination of Holliday Grainger (who is perfect for Rhaenyra! Both young and older versions (she is 35 so the older version is the one she could realistically play) and Sam Reid has me swooning. It's a thing I like about fancasting that sometimes the actors are actually good for the role and could fit together.
I am curious, do you have any fancast for Viserys I ? Mine is Amza Pellea, he is a great actor and really gives me the vibes of Viserys (when he has the moustache and grey hair is when he resembles more what I imagine Viserys looked like).
And have you ever imagined any particular jewels or dresses for Rhaenyra? ( I am obsessed with fashion, so to imagine the clothes and accessories for a character like Rhaenyra who was said to dress richly is very very entertaining). Or for any clothes for Daemon? ( The fashion for men is worth discussing too I think).
Anyways thank you, and I really like your blog even if we don't share every opinion you are always very nice.đđ
I'll admit Matt Smith didn't work as Daemon for me, but then again I can count with my fingers only 3 actors who I genuinely enjoyed in the show and think they match the characters they were given to play despite the writing.
I fell in love with Sam Reid when I saw him acting in the iwtv. His performance as Lestat gave me so many book daemon vibes. The way he portrayed the obsessed, intelligent manipulative, short tempered lover? Simple chef's kiss.
I truly wish I was telented enough to find some way to edit him more as book daemon
As for Viserys I, I loved your fancast! I'll admit I haven't thought of Viserys much so my only fancast so far had been Clive Wood (for older Viserys obviously).
Now âš fashion âš
I'm definitely not an expert but I have imagination. Daemon can be prideful and vain so he definitely cares about his appearance and understand the power an image can have.
I picture him wearing expensive fabrics and leathers with lots of embroidered doublets. Later in life i can imagine he might have adopted some of Rhaneyra's coloring into his as a power move and to show his support.
Meanwhile for Rhaenyra we know from the book that she dressed richly, favoring purple and maroon velvets, golden Myrish lace in intricate patterns, and her bodice often glittered with pearls and diamonds. So safe to say, the woman knew how to steal a show.
For her riding clothes I imagine something similar to dany but with the targaryens colorings of red and black, like this one below. Tight fitting and practical but not void of drama.
She was a big girl, so I imagine she boldly chooses cuts that compliment her shoulders and chest
Otherwise if everything had to be covered, she'd make up with interesting and patterns, embodiment. I imagine her skirts would be long and the sleeves either long and wide or slashed
As for her hair, i know she canonically wore them long and braided similarly to Visenya but I always pictured she was experimenting with it in a similar fashion as she did with her clothing. I think she'd play around with braiding her hair, wearing them sometimes in half or full updo
I'm not good with jewelry but multiple rings on her fingers is a must and her crown was probably something beautiful like this one:
sidenote: this is the shipper in me doing the thinking but given the amount of extravagant gifts daemon sent her. I can totally imagine him sending her Myrish lace that rhaenyra could either make it blend in her clothing or wear it as a veil like this:
ps: thank you for your kind words đ„ș and of course I'd love to also read your ideas if you feel like sharing. â„
#rhaenyra targaryen#canon rhaenyra targaryen#daemon targaryen#babygirl was the fashion icon of her time!#I can definitely imagine she added color and boldness throughout the years#asoiaf#asoiaf fashion#f&b#I had the hardest time uploading these images đ#also thank you for bring nice anon! â„ I think all of having different ideas is cool because we can exchange so many things we have in mind
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I just read somewhere that Afghanistan gets earthquakes and now I canât stop thinking about Jack experiencing an earthquake for the first time with Mac in the Sandbox. Like are they out? Are they on base? How does Jack react? How does Mac react?
I can just of the idea that Macâs been living the aftershocks of an earthquake his whole life(James leaving)
Dudedudedude like
Imagine them being out and Mac is actively disarming something but itâs not like a big quake and Jackâs over the radio like
Ya feel that? Somethin go off somewhere to make the ground shake? Musta been something big
Pretty sure that was an earthquake
Earthquake? I thought that was only for you Cali boys
No, thereâs lots of places that get much worse ones, but California is kinda like the stereotypical thing everyone equates it to
And itâs not a big deal but a bit later the actual quake hits and itâs like big big
Jacks in his nest not really knowing what to do because he hasnât experienced an earthquake like that, let alone an earthquake at all. Likeâ should he leave and check on Mac? Should he stay still? He knows the basic of what should happen if he was like in a house but this was out in the desert full of hostiles
Even better than that, he remembers Mac saying that that particular bomb had a motion sensor, so of course he starts to freak out because oh no this is bad
Alternatively, a little bit of a funny of them being at base when a big quake hits, I dunno maybe theyâre in mess with a couple other guys and it happens and they all freak but Mac and a few others are calm or excited about it and they just laugh because it was completely unexpected
#bro like#I LOVE when earthquakes happen#itâs just so unexpected and chaotic#and I feel Mac would appreciate them#BUT BUT IMAGINE#a dumb little conversation of like#âdonât think Iâve been on ground this unsteady since the farm flooded when I was a kid. how bout you?â#âthe grounds always kinda been unsteady since my dad leftâ#and THAT opens up a whole can of worms and whoa boyâ#this idea will go in the eventual series of âMac vs. Mother Natureâ#sorry this took a sec I was at my sisters for her birthday#BUT ANYWAYS#lailuh speaks#macgyver#macgyver 2016#ask#answer#hello thank you i love you#bold and nosy
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Anon: Hey, can I ask if the wiki has spoilers for anything after the latest localized volume?
Me: Bold of you to assume the entire wiki is updated to the latest localized volume.
#Baccano! Wiki#Author: Rev#Post: Chat#January 23rd 2023#By 'bold' I mean 'kind' / 'sweet' / 'optimistic'#(apologies for using tired old meme instead of original wording)#Perhaps over the years some of you have been lulled into a false sense of security by having someone still around with the keys to the wiki.#'She has 'wiki admin' in her Tumblr bio; the wiki's in good hands' you say contentedly. 'so much is getting done--one imagines.'#Me: 'Oh thank goodness. None of you have visited the wiki in ages. Shame: alleviated slightly.'#I must away and somehow condense 22 volumes' worth of content for [major char]'s chronology in one hour. Totally doable. With references.
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G3nshin players never beating the not playing the game allegations
#I keep seeing twt discourses n omg it getting so annoying cuz u can tell how many ppl don't got critical thinking/#Failed media literacy with their hot takes or 'gotcha' takes#Fanon rotting the brain so bad u take it as canon despite not being able to remember what canon was (which isn't bad but being so bold to#Argue somebody sourcing their argument while you use random comment on a tiktok vid of somebody going 'trust me bro' is insane)#Idk what f0ntaine done to make certain group of player suddenly have no thought in their heads but it like rlly bad#Like first implying n3uvill3tt3 does not care at all about fur14 is insane when u got him tuning traveller out n then him implicitly being#'i really really don't want to hurt her can we not hurt during this plan' moment with everybody n then closing his eyes cuz he couldn't bar#To see fur14 cry n then when saving f0ntaine he obviously was thinking about fur14 sacrifice n started crying in that cutscene#It one thing to argue fur14 doesn't like neuv but it another to say he doesn't like her#N even fur14 doesn't hold a candle if u have her n done the events she n neuv r in it obv she doesn't hate him lmao#Like u gotta be blind n deaf while playing the game to not see she has forgave him like n4v14 n clor1ne#U know who she hasn't forgave tho? arl3 :)#New twt g3nshin discourse r shippers going how is arl3fur1 toxic n not the new archon n c4ptain0#N I just omg OMG#I know ship wars r a thing but typically I don't care but seeing a take going like#'so arl3 attacks fur1 n that bad but c4ptain0 attacks m4vu but that not toxic đ€š..' I just felt my head explode omg#WHERE THE MEDIA LITERACY OML#it literally in fur1 voice line about the kn4v3 that she hopes to forget her n arl3 did attempt a murder on a fur1 who at the time had no#Powers!!! It not the same as what happen in n4tl4n!!#Also what with trying to imply m4vu is weaker than c4ptain0 since she a woman đ€šđ«” don't get mad that Ur ship heavily relies on fanon n#That the het ship has a more equal footing with each other#Crazy thing is I Def like canon arl3fur1 better than other ship just cuz I find the other boring but omg OMG#What w declawing the ship just cuz u don't like it being toxic or the fact one part of said ship has a negative opinion of the other...#That what makes the ship so interesting!!! That despite the effort arf3 may try to reassure fur1 she forever scarred by that moment orz#There multiple non toxic wlw ship u can have if shipping a toxic ship is too much but don't fall into sexist thinking cuz a het ship#Has a more healthy/equal canon dynamic#I'm ranting but seeing a take implying that m4vu is inherently weaker than c4ptain0 CUZ SHE A WOMAN???? CRAZY INSANE idk what type of rotte#Brain but there definitely maggots in you noggin#M4vu not cowering at the sight of c4ptain0 nor is she unwilling to fight him hell she wish she could have fought him while they both were i#Their prime... Imagine thinking like an incel cuz Ur ship is more toxic than another <o>
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my mother just came home from work 2 hours early, said nothing and went to sleep...
#i have to imagine that something happened that really proves she shouldnt be making her own decisions#bc she's never made a good one that im aware of and the frequency and boldness of her decision making is getting worse#also she wont read words that are in her field of vision. she's buying stuff at the store she doesnt want bc she cant/wont read the label#never edits the speech to text she always uses to text so its all a bunch of gibberish#its almost like she's legit lost the ability to read. which she prolly wouldnt divulge#bc i would definitely question whether she should be operating an automobile when so clearly losing function#and already being just dogshit at decision making- on the fly or with time to sleep on it it doesnt matter
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- gojo satoru x reader // zen'in naoya x reader
you are an empress perfect in every way... until your husband suddenly casts you aside for his expecting mistress. but you won't be dethroned just like that, because the newly coronated western emperor, gojo satoru, sets his sights on you, and thus your revenge against your ex-husband begins...
genre/warnings: 18+ suggestive contentâminors do not interact!âmight be ooc, kinda slowburn, angst to eventual fluff, divorce, marriage of convenience, heavy pining (from gojo's part), childhood friends trope, mentions of infidelity, misogyny, infertility, explicit smut
note: loosely inspired by and taking some elements of manhwa remarried empress (but i promise you, it's different). my god, for the past month this is all i can think about *sobs* wc. 10.5k ! this is the longest thing i've ever posted here, and if you'd give it a chance, then i'll be really, really thankful!
credit header goes to @/gojokko in twitter!
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âI accept the divorce.â
Your perfect life was done for. Everything you had worked hard towardsâ it was now in shambles and tatters.
You, an ethereal, revered empress... someone untarnished in the face of public and private, had just agreed to the emperorâs blatant request of separation.
âMy god... how can this be!?â
âYour Majesty! Please reconsider!â
Emperor Zenâin Naoya of the Eastern Empire, your husbandâand companion for more than ten yearsâsmirked as he looked down at you, paying zero attention to the uproar in this courthouse.
But then you heard that kind, velvety voice from the back of your head:
âIf you become my empress⊠that will make me the happiest man alive.â
This place has turned into a whopping circus ever since you and Naoya stepped inside anyway. And so, having nothing worthy left to lose, you declared, âAnd I demand an immediate approval for my remarriage.â
Your boldness once again stirred a wave of clamor among the crowd, and even Naoya was glaring at you in disbelief now. âA remarriageâŠ? How dare youâ!â
âWell... is it the time for my grand entrance?â
Deep from behind the curtains, suddenly he emerged, dressed in the most lavish robes befitting his own throne, outshining everyone in the room as if he was the one owning the place.
âHeh.â His low chuckle stunned even the mass as he took big strides towards where you were.
This would seal your fate. From now onwards, you would no longer be the perfect empress. Your messy divorce and remarriage will relegate that image to history.
âMy goodness, thatâsâŠâ the woman in the front gasped. âWestern EmpireâsâŠâ
âGojo⊠Satoru?â Naoya's eyes lit with genuine fury as the other man took his place by your side. âYou couldn't possibly meanâŠ!â
You interrupted him regally. âYes, he is the man I wish to remarry.â
This event was going to blow up tomorrow, with scandalous titles no less than The Deposed Empress Remarries! And there was no going back, ever.
How did your pristine life turn into such a shameful debacle? None of these turn of events would be imaginable for you several years prior...
SATORU, THE CROWN PRINCE OF WESTERN EMPIRE
To Satoru, you were more than just the eastâs breathtaking empressâyou had captured his attention long before you ascended to that role.
Seven years ago, you were the renowned noble lady, the paragon of perfection sought after by many lords and monarchs alike.
You were both cunning and fair, pretty in the face, came from an illustrious family known for birthing famous empresses in either western and eastern empires. You were the quintessential template that mothers advised their sons to seek in a wife.
The fairest in the landâthat was how people called you. And Gojo Satoru is always and only interested in the best.
âSuguru... look at her.â His eyes would soften at the sight of you as he nudged at his closest ally and confidant, the duke. âShe is so... pretty, isnât she?â
Unfortunately, you had been promised to the Eastern Empireâs crown prince from a long time ago too. There was little that the outsiders, including himselfâeven if he was the heir apparent to his own throneâcould do to sway your heart.
âThere's more to women than their faces, Satoru,â Suguru sighed, thinking that what he had was a mere lust. âMoreover, sheâs engaged to the Zenâin... and they have a very good relationship. Nothing you can do about that.â
âHmph.â
To be honest, he couldnât fathom what you could possibly like about that murderous Zenâin spawn. He was a pompous human being, no less.
How on earth could you stand someone like that? Satoru had always wondered⊠especially when it was well-known to the land that you and him were on good terms despite your arranged marriage.
âand once, he thought he knew who you areâŠ
. . .
Satoru swallowed the bitterness rising in his throat as he attended the royal wedding of you and Zenâin Naoya. Despite hating the circumstances, he had to admit it was a fairytale weddingâalbeit with the wrong groom.
You were the epitome of picture book princess. In his eyes, and in the eyes of the attendees of your wedding.
Oh, and he made headlines too, that dayâ
âMy princess, may I have this dance?â
Two hours hadnât even passed by after you swore your vows as Naoyaâs bride, and there he was, asking for your first dance, in your own wedding ball, right in front of your newly wedded husband.
Everyone bet on you turning him down and making a fool of himself, but instead, to spare his feelings, you put your delicate hand in his, and with a wide, shy smile, you said, âYes.â
Satoru thought it was his greatest achievement then. To have made Naoya red-faced, to have made him watch as he put his hands on your waist, twirl you aroundâ and come one breath away from your face.
âPrincess, youâreâŠâ his breath caught as he pulled you close, staring straight at your faceâand suddenly he felt like life was so unfair to him as the slow melody of waltz was all he could hear.
How could you be this close... and yet so far by being somebody elseâs wife?
And yet he forced the words out, with sincerity he had never showed anyone else before, even as his heart bled and shattered. âYouâre so incredibly beautiful.â
Your eyes widened, sparkling with wonder, before you thanked him with the loveliest of smiles. âThank you. Youâre too kind.â
Satoru was certain... you had ruined him, because no one else would ever be able to turn his world with just a smile like you did, even as you broke his heart too into a million pieces.
. . .
Ever since that day, everyone had branded him as a prince in search of scandalâcoveting the princess married to Zenâin clan.
What everyone didnât know was that it went beyond that. His obsession of you went beyond your beauty and charms and wits. Rather, it goes a long way back.
YOU, THE CROWN PRINCESS OF EASTERN EMPIRE
As inconceivable as it was, once upon a time, you and Naoya were a truly, happy couple.
Handpicked by the late emperor to become his sonâs wife, you couldnât be more proud. With you being the next empress of the Eastern Empire, your clan once again proved itself that it was always worthy of a seat in the monarchy.
But beyond that, you were elated that it was Naoya that you ended up marrying. Your own childhood friend, who often led you around his palace by hand and filled your days with many joy and laughs.
âOne day soon, when we are the emperor and the empressââ younger Naoya was always someone who had big dreams about ruling his nation. âWe will create a nation in which no one can do anything as they please! Weâll establish order, and anyone who goes against it will be punished! That way, itâll encourage fairness!â
Not knowing it yourself, you had given your heart wholly to him. You had agreed to all his dreams and visions. You devoted yourself to them all, even more so after your marriage and coronation, as he promised you an ever after.
âFrom now on, itâs going to be me and you, Empress.â
YOU, THE EMPRESS OF EASTERN EMPIRE
âYour role is to give an heir to the throne, Empress.â
Your title had never sounded so heavy to you before now, especially when Naoya was the one saying it.
You sighed, gathering your wits and scattered feelings before levelling your calm gaze on your husband. âI understand that, Your Majesty. But it is not something that I can do on my own.â
This year would mark the fifth year of your marriage to Naoya. You understood that the fact you still werenât able to be with his child would raise questions from the court, but still, must you be reminded of this fact over and over?
Your husbandâno, the emperorâbarked a satire laugh.
âOh, really? As I understand it, being infertile is not something I can help you with.â
That hurt. It was a searing pain, like being branded with a red-hot iron. And it felt as if he had torn through your chest with his fist alone.
âIâm not infertile.â Your eyes gleamed with pure defiance as you lifted your chin, facing him in his audience chamber.
It dawned on you that lately, one of the few ways you could speak to him was by requesting an audience as opposed to your usual midnight talks in your private chambers.
When did it start to change? Or was Naoya this kind of person right from the very beginning and you were just blinded by love back then?
"Oh? And what would you call being childless for five years then?" Naoya sneered at you from his dais, placing one hand on his jaw. "Bad luck? You must be terribly cursed with misfortune then."
You fisted your dress, summoning all your strength to hold back tears. Don't you dare cry. Not in front of him.
It wasn't as if you didn't want to carry his heir. For many women, holding their baby in their arms is a cherished dream, and when they hold a position of power like yours, it becomes not just a desire but a duty.
You tried everythingâcalling in the best doctors, consuming horrible potions, even consulting with the oracle. And they all said you were perfectly healthy and fine. You were at your wits end too.
The irony. You were celebrated in public for your competence, while privately, you suffered your husband's cold detachment and cruel remarks.
. . .
"Empress, where should we put the welcome gifts?"
You studied the floor plan of the banquet hall for your annual New Year's ball with a thoughtful hum before pointing at the entrance.
"Place it here. We want our guests to know that we are generous, and it's easily accessible since the parlor is the first area they reach after arriving."
You loved planning festivities. It was therapeutic in a way, and it gave you little time to think of anything else.
"Oh, and I want to have a welcome arch and flowers placed at the entrance too. This is the grandest event of the year, second only to the Emperor's birthday... we must display the grandeur that befits such an occasion."
Your head maidservant, Hanabi, placed a hand on her abdomen and nodded with a warm smile. "That's a very clever suggestion, Your Majesty! I'll ensure they arrange everything just as you wish!"
As she scurried away, you watched her with an assessing gaze. Hanabi had been with you throughout the five years of your marriage, always at your side, assisting with day-to-day matters and serving as your confidant. She was a great aide.
And you were observant by nature... so of course you noticed things.
...and if you were correct, then she was most definitely with a child.
The thing is... she is unmarried. You hesitated to jump to conclusions without evidence, yet the timing struck you as more than coincidentalâit nagged at you for weeks now, suggesting a connection you hoped did not exist.
Because if they really did... then...
You didn't dare to think, because it would be more than a nightmare. But you weren't able to let this go either, so you did what was necessary.
You planted a note in Hanabi's chamber, and then you waited in the gardens, the chilly midnight air wrapping around you like a shroud.
You had done everything you could. Five years ago, you let go of everything and had decided to spend your life with your first loveâNaoya.
Because you truly and devotedly love him. You give your all for himâfor your life together.
"Ooh, Your Majesty~! It's so cold out here, why not in our usualâ"
Hanabi's voice faltered as soon as she saw your crimson gown, feeling like the world had collapsed on her. And you rigidly turned towards her, feeling more or less the same.
And yet, what you had received from him is the greatest betrayal.
SATORU, THE EMPEROR OF THE WESTERN EMPIRE
He first realized something was clearly wrong with you during the New Yearâs ball that you hosted.
Satoru had just been crowned emperor during this time, and though rulers typically sent envoys to such grand celebrations due to concurrent festivities in their own lands, it had been several months since he last saw you. He wants to see you.
A meritless action, but he wanted to, regardless.
But that day, you were a fantastic actress in this stage called banquet hall and nobody was the wiser⊠but he would know, because you mattered a lot to him.
"Your Majesty, you don't seem well." He approached you with a glass of champagne, affixing a friendly smile. "Is there anything amiss?"
Taken aback, you didn't expect such close proximity that you took a step back. His smile almost faltered, but he kept it up.
"Emperor Satoruâ"
"Ah, none of that, no. Address me just as you usually do, hmm?"
A smile finally tugged at your lips. "How is that fair, when you address me so formally?"
Satoru chuckled. "You, my queen, deserve all the finery and grandeur there is. And I will see to it that you do."
That was his nickname for you ever since you ascended the throne. Both of your countries refer you as âempressâ, but he loves addressing you as âqueenâ instead.
There was a shift in your expression, and he thought you looked melancholic. It bothered him, stirring a desire to erase that somber look from you. Because above anything and everything, you had to be happy and smiling.
"You're still a flirt, I see, Satoru," you remarked, throwing him a soft smile. "It won't do you good if you're seen with me most of the time, you know."
No, Iâm doing this just for you. He wanted to tell you that, but he sighed instead. "You've got it wrong. When I'm in the company of the most beautiful woman in the lands, what's there to be ashamed of?"
Perhaps hearing that finally melted you a bit as you freely giggled this time, and Satoru was glad that he made you laugh even a little.
"You would think that, huh..." you fondly mumbled. And then your expression crumbled, and he could've sworn something painful flashed in your eyesâ
What happened to you? He so desperately wanted to ask, but then he saw that preying gaze on both of you. Zenâin Naoya. Satoru clicked his tongue as he watched him weave through the crowd, his gaze locked ominously on both of you.
âSeems like we donât have much time, after all,â he began, urgency sharpening his words. âBut rest assured, whenever you want to talk to me, just send a little birdie my way and I shall answer.â
âHuh?â you blinked at him questioningly, totally not getting what he meant.
He winked, then took your hand and placed a kiss on it, eliciting murmurs of surprise from the crowd at his bold gesture. âAnd chin up, my queen. You have nothing to fear, and if it makes you feel better...â
He leaned in to whisper in your ear, âTo me, a diamond is most beautiful. And you⊠are one that sparkles above all.â
âNaoya, unhand me this instant!â
You were tired of this shit, of Naoya always manhandling youâof him always having a total control over you.
After seeing how close you got to Satoru, Naoya practically saw red. Still, in the prying eyes of public, he remained unperturbed, but his vice-like grip on your arm was sure to leave bruise as he unkindly led you out of the ballroom.
"Naoya!" you raised your voice this time, even louder than before, uncaring even when the wandering eyes of the servants curiously followed the two of you.
You were not made an empress just to follow him. And with that conviction, you forcibly pulled your arm away from his grip right after he shut the door to the drawing room close, not even wincing at the stinging feeling.
His eyes shone with anger. âYou insolentâ!â
âNoââ You stood your ground, and suddenly you got very irate and burst out, âHow dare you, Zenâin Naoya!â
He looked at you with equal surprise and mortification, clearly unprepared for your righteous tirade.
"You have made a mockery of our marriage! You have insulted me and your own throne by carrying on withâ with the help! My maid!" you screamed at his face, pure anger coursing through your veins. "How could you!?"
Naoya took in your outburst with eerie silence, a sneer slowly forming on his lips. "You get riled up over that? Have you forgotten emperors are free to take mistresses, especially when the empress isn't capable to bear any heirs?"
A burning arrow shot straight to your heart at his response but you willed yourself not to show it. "Regardless, you could've done better and not put our throne to shame by fucking a servant."
"I've told you time and time again. A woman's duty is to bear children, and since you've proven yourself beyond barren, I did you a favor."
"A favor...?"
"As soon as Hanabi births that child, you can raise him as your own," Naoya frankly stated unabashedly, as if proud with his idea. "Saves you the trouble and I get my heir, a win-win solution, no?"
Raise him as my own...? Saves the trouble? You could've sworn that throughout your entire life, you had never been so insulted before now, right in this moment.
"What I do, I always have my throne in mind. And yet you..." his eyes narrowed into unsatisfied slits. "What are you trying to achieve by whoring yourself to that rake, Gojo Satoru? Are you telling people of the ton that you're having an affair?"
His voice made you want to throw up. The realization that everything you thought you had together might have meant nothing to him at all made you feel sick.
And so, hiding your trembling hands and swallowing you unshed tears, you responded to him with a clipped toneâ
"You're most despicable, Naoya. And you are a complete fool if you think even for a second that I'd want to raise your bastard!"
He seemed taken aback by your rejection, but you didn't falter. "And oh, since you want to make use of that lowly maid so much, feel free to take her back and track her down yourself, because I've sent that wench away."
With that, you turned your back on him, striding out with your head held high, even as your life crumbled into dust.
Days after your full-blown argument with Naoya, your situation only worsened. By now, even the palace servants knew you had incurred his wrath, while Hanabi had won his favor by carrying his childâpossibly the heir to the throne.
The child she was carrying was no threat to your position. After all, you were the empress. A child of your blood would trample over any bastard.
However, you'd be damned if you shared a bed with him again, and Naoya made it clear that his mistress would be elevated to the rank of royal consort. Given the current trajectoryâand history's tendency to repeat itselfâemperors often divorced or banished their empresses in favor of their mistresses.
Bah. You could only scoff at your laughable predicament. You came from a prestigious clan and were revered, yet now you were no more than a scorned woman.
Dark thoughts consumed your mind for a timeâyou couldn't deny that you had considered leaving the palace for self-imposed exile or even ending your life. However, reason always prevailed.
You wouldn't give Naoya what he wanted most: your compliance. And around the time when you resolved to do that, a finely decorated envelope arrived at your study, with no signature whatsoever.
Intrigued, you opened it to find an intricate dried rose bookmark and a folded letter nestled inside.
Greetings to you, my queen. Yeah, it's me. Hope you won't be too surprised. But if you do, know that I always mean well.
Satoru. You weren't expecting this. A small smile tugged at your lips. How long had it been since you last smiled so freely?
I've heard you love reading, hence the bookmark. Fun fact: I made it myself, with Shoko's help. She is sooo bad at explaining though so if the flower is wrinkled... please blame her.
This time, you giggled. He was an emperor, for god's sake. Should someone of his station write so informally like this?
Now... I'm no oracle, but even I know that you must be having bad days. And so, let me entertain you with several tales from my kingdom. So, the other day, my good friend Suguru, the dukeâyou must've heard of him surely (they said he is the most handsome bachelor in the West but they must be missing an eye for saying so because clearly I'm more!)âjust fired a pair of his servants because he caught them in a thirst! He is so uptight! Why can't he let two people in love be!?
Before you knew it, you found yourself chuckling at the lines upon lines of anecdotes Satoru had penned in the letter. The way he wrote, it was as if he was right here, saying all of this to you in real-time. For a while, you were completely absorbed in the world of the Western Empire he described, and all your worries and anxieties seemed to fade away.
Okay, that's it for now. This is just a teaser actually, so if you want to subscribe to more tales of my humble little country, you can always be my empress reply to this letter! :D Look out for a white cat near your windowsill during the hour of snakeâhe is my trained pet, and put your message in his little backpack. Don't worry, he's cute and doesn't bite!
You were so giddy by the end. His message warmed your heart so much that your eyes grew misty. In the aftermath of Naoya's betrayal, you were certain your life would be filled with much sadness to come.
Yet, your friendship with Satoru might just be the thing that would save you.
No matter how much his friends Duke Geto and Countess Shoko urged him to see reasonâthat you were no longer available and occupied with your duties as the empress of your own empireâSatoru couldn't help but still cast an eye your way.
You were clearly unhappy, and to him, someone as radiant as you should be happy.
And so, that was why he took his quill and started writing that letter to be sent to your place, along with a rose strapped inside.
He knew that, being the kind person you were, you would most likely respond, but still, the moment his cat arrived back with your reply, he was elated beyond measure.
Of course I knew it right away! I omitted your name because who knows who might catch your cat on the way. Anyway, I hope Mr. Cat will arrive back to you safe and sound. Firstly, thank you for your letter. I must say I'm so happy to receive it :) I haven't had best days so reading it made me smile. And secondly, of course I'll subscribe to your stories of Western Empire. I've been wanting to visit it myself but just haven't gotten the chance to... so if you will continue it, I shall be happy to read :D
If anything he wrote brought you joy, then Satoru was content. He had achieved his goal then.
And it was his own little secret that... by corresponding with you, it allowed him to savor the feeling of having you as his own, if only through words.
Mr. Cat's name is Sugu-chan after Suguru but you can call him whatever you wish. And don't worry, he is strong and can fight if necessary! And don't be too formal with me, my queen. We have known each other forever. Anyway do tell me, what is your favorite color now? Let me guess, is it still that specific shade of crimson?
You name your cat after your best friend...? And you're making it hard for me to be less formal when you always address me as queen! Hmm, I suppose so. I love burgundy. I've even had my study designed with that exact color scheme. It just gives me the confidence I need, you know.
So you still love burgundy... I'll keep that in mind ;) Frankly, any shade of crimson suits youâyou're always a vision in them. Back then and especially during your coronation. I love blue, so I think we're a match? :D
Back then...? Hmm, surprisingly yes, red and blue would make a good match... Anyway, I believe you promised me unusual tales from your 'humble little country', so please indulge me!
You've forgotten it already? Around the time we first met, back when I was still known as "the cursed prince"? It holds such importance for me but sadly it seems like it was just a passing moment to you :( Oh, yeah, I haven't forgotten about it! So, this time let me tell you about the time when Earl Nanami got wasted . . .
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Amidst the turmoil of your marriage, exchanging letters with Satoru became your sole respite. His stories regarding his own empire amused you, and sometimes it got you to wonder what it was like to live there.
However, running away from your problems would never solve them. Writing to Satoru may have helped you to cope, but still, your real issue with Naoya wouldn't vanish simply just by ignoring him.
. . .
"Your Majesty..."
For a good one minute, you stood still. Your lady-in-waiting had delivered an earth-shattering newsâbut admittedly, a possibility you thought was in the cards the moment you went against Naoya.
"His majesty has summoned the high priest to his study," the elderly woman added, close to tears. "But it is very likely that he has submitted the petition forâ" her voice faltered when she caught sight of the emptiness in your eyes, unable to continue.
A divorce. Naoya had been considering a divorce. And by now, he was set on it.
"I'm so, so sorry..." she choked out, her voice breaking with sorrow to mourn you, but you remained expressionless, lost in your thoughts.
The last time an empress of Eastern Empire was divorced was more or less a century ago, because she had committed a grave treachery against a royal consort by poisoning her. She was sentenced to death by hanging afterwards.
The irony. You were in similar situation, only that you weren't vengeful enough to resort to poisoning Hanabi. Speaking of her, her baby was due in another four months, and now she was living happily in Naoya's quarters.
"Don't be. I'm perfectly fine."
To consolidate his illegitimate child's position, Naoya used the most effective way. Since you wouldn't listen to him, and Hanabi must be a far delightful companion rather than you, he was more than willing to cast you aside in favor of making her his empress instead.
You thought it would hurt more, and yet what you felt the most right in this moment was white-hot anger. This is unacceptable. It was the greatest insult to you both as a woman and as the empress.
Now, all you could think of was how to uphold your dignity and plot your exit from this palace with your head still held high.
If I can't be the empress here...
And after a sleepless night, you came to a daring solution. And your planâ
...I'll be one somewhere else.
It was an invitation, Satoru thought, almost in disbelief. Or it sounded a lot like one, didn't it?
Heart beating a little faster and blushing, he reread the latest letter you had sent him.
It's only the beginning of summer, and the heat is sweltering... I'm considering treating myself to a trip to the winery village on the border between the east and west. I think it'll be nice if I have a companion...
Winery village was right in the middle of the western and eastern empires, and it was a safe zone. Vineyards were vast and thick, but it wasn't exactly a popular vacation spot. So, it intrigued him why you would want to go there.
Just as he was about to reply to you that it was a very good coincidence that he too wanted to pay a visit to the said village, suddenlyâ
"Gojo! Gojoooo!" Shoko suddenly burst into his study, startling him.
"Shoko! What the heck?!"
Lady Shoko might be a countess, but she, Satoru, and Suguru all attended the same royal academy. Despite their prestigious titles now, Satoru insisted that in private, both Suguru and Shoko address him just as they did before he ascended the throne.
Still, she was ruder than Suguru in many ways. Satoru gave her a stink eye, but his confusion grew as she seemed to be delivering momentous news.
"Gojo, have you heard that Naoya will divorce Y/N?!"
"Wha?" it felt like a ton of bricks suddenly fell down on his head. And then his friend proceeded to tell him everything she knew.
"It wasn't made official yet, but even the townsfolk have been talking about it. They also said that Naoya have taken a mistress, and that she was formerly the empress' maid."
Satoru listened to her in silence, but the moment he heard that the Zen'in spawn planned to divorce you, anger flared within him. And to add insult to injury, he two-timed you with a servant?
The fucking bastard. He never deserved you at all. How crushed must you have been, enduring all this shit?
"Now, I wouldn't normally encourage you this," Shoko took out the cigarette she stashed in the folds of her dress and sighed. "But since you never let go of that weird fixation on her, should the royal divorce happen..." she shrugged as she took a seat in front of him.
"No matter how laughable it is, you might have a chance."
She is so right. These long years of longing for your affections and dreaming of having even a minute more of your time... there was now chance to turn it to reality.
When you arrived at the winery village for your vacation to breathe in some fresh air, honestly, everything was still in shambles.
You couldn't forget the horrified looks from the court when Naoya announced the divorce. Most were shocked and pleaded with him to reconsider. Some from your circle of ladies even sobbed, openly stating that you didn't deserve this fate.
âEmpress... His Majesty shouldn't be that harsh...â Hanabi had said to you afterwards, seemingly concerned for you. âYour legacy here⊠Iâll make sure to carry them on.â
Sometimes you didnât know whether Hanabi was pretending to be dumb or indeed she was. One thing you knew though...
âI wish you luck on that, Hanabi.â You looked down at her with eyes as cold as ice. âBeware, the Emperor is fickle, be sure to not run out of entertainments.â
You knew you deserved a better fate than being the empress of the Eastern Empire, but seeing those who still cared for you made you solemn. Your loyal maids, those who supported you... and what about organizations you've spent time and energy to?
âMy queen, ah, there you are.â
Satoru's voice from behind startled you, interrupting your daydreams. He quickly came beside you and extended his hand, asking for yours.
You offered him your right hand, and he promptly pressed a kiss on it, his bright blue eyes gazing up at you.
It wasn't as if you just noticed how pretty his eyes were, but now that there was no ballroom and scrutinizing eyes around you, you couldn't deny that the way his eyes sparkled as he gazed at youâsolely and purely on youâmade you breathless.
What... would it be like to have this man... to be your husband instead?
"I missed you. I know we talk daily through letters, but seeing your beauty firsthand is always a sight for sore eyes," he cheekily commented as he let go of your hand. "Now, I get to see you without your pesky husband around, and yeah, you never fail to make my silly heart race."
You chuckled. "You always flatter me..."
He only gave you a toothy smile, and you two strolled the vineyard. For a while, you talked about nothing of importance, like where your ladies-in-waiting were, how things were from his side.
"How do you find being the emperor?"
"It's tiring! It's boring too to look through accounts and oversee those trivial state affairs! And not to mention how many people have been nagging me to take a wife soon!"
"Oh? You haven't been on the lookout already?"
"Nah. No one is good enough, I need someone already familiar with state affairs and such," he said, wrinkling his nose sourly at the thought. But then he cast his eyes on you.
"And frankly, you are my standard," he fixed you a meaningful smile. "No one comes close. If you weren't betrothed to the Zen'in back then, I'd have proposed you in a heartbeat."
Thump. Thump. Thump. Your dead heart suddenly came to life. Gojo Satoru had just confessed his affections for you so candidly, and it got you thinking how much easier your life would be with him. He would love you, take care of you...
And beguile you.
His eyes fondly crinkled at you. "You are everything I desire in a woman to be my wife."
He adores you so easily, so fluidly... and yet, Naoya, who has you fully, is throwing you away.
Satoru observed how your face fell once again, just as it had during the New Year's ball. And now he knew, it was because you were facing your impending divorce.
But he wasn't going to tell you that, instead, he would willingly be your confidant and offer you his very being. He was about to crack a joke to lift your spirits, when you blurtedâ
"What if I said... I want to be your empress?" you kept your pace, not looking at him at all. "What if I said... I'll leave everything and come to you?"
Huh? What�
That was loaded. Have you entertained the thought too? Satoru had craved the very idea for so long he didnât even miss a beatâ
âThen Iâd marry you.â His voice was straight and true, shooting straight to the most tender part of you that Naoya had torn to shreds. âIf you become my empress⊠that will make me the happiest man alive.â
No hesitation. It almost reduced you to tears. You stopped where you stood, willing yourself not to tremble. There is still one person who sees this much value in you.
âThen Iâll be yours,â you breathed out. âIâll be your empress, Satoru.â
Satoru could've sworn time had stopped. If one moment ago, you looked like you were about to shatter, now you were a vision of the dignified and perfect queen he had always known you were.
âIâll be your queenâ your everything.â You declared, locking eyes with him, the intensity of your gaze not escaping him.
How many years had he dreamed of this moment? How many long nights had he endured, yearning for you, knowing you were beyond his reach?
Finally, finally... Satoru grinned, swearing to all the divine beings out there that he had never known how liberating it was to finally have what he wanted. âThat would be my greatest honor.â
He drew you closeâyou let himâand after one second of taking in your enchanting eyes, he crashed his lips against yours.
His lips started soft and gentle, then became fiery as his tongue met yours. He pulled you closer, one arm around your waist and the other holding the back of your head. You responded eagerly, pressing against him, fingers tracing his neck and feeling the lines of his undercut.
One is finally having the woman he had wanted for so long, and the other was plotting her escape from her misery.
You were using him. He knew it. Yet, he didn't care. Hidden behind bushes and vines, you shared your very first heated kiss, aware that this moment would leave its mark as both the greatest stain and triumph in your lives.
And when he finally pulled away, lips swollen and wet, with a wolfish grin, he promised you once againâ
âGive me everything that is yours... and I swear on my life, I will do everything to turn your life into a living dream.â
âEmpress, your husband His Majesty the Emperor, has requested a divorce.â
It was how your once pristine life transformed into the scandal of the century inside the courthouse.
"If you accept this petition, then you will no longer be the Empress of Eastern Empire. You will lose all the rights you have as a senior member of the imperial family..."
You donned your finest attireâthe intricate crimson and black dress you had designed and commissioned the dressmaker to create. Today, faced with Naoya's divorce decree, it would be the last time you adorned the colors of his empire.
"The ties that bound you together as husband and wife would be severedâ"
Good riddance, you thought.
"If this is not what you want, you have the right toâ"
"I accept the divorce."
Your voice cut through the heavy solemness of the witnesses and turned them into a mass of disbelief. You disregarded Naoya's smirk and held the priest's gaze. "And I demand an immediate approval for my remarriage."
The crowd was in for a second wave of uproar when you boldly stood your ground, and they erupted into clamors once again when Satoru made his grand entrance and took his place beside you.
"Youâ!" Naoya was so furious that he roared. "This is my empire!"
"And?" Satoru challenged with a dauntless smile. "I'm here to propose, and since she accepts your divorce request, I believe she has no relations with you any longer and is free to marry someone else."
You remained motionless, until your cold fingers met warmth when Satoru linked his hand with yours reassuringly.
"This is treachery! I won't fucking permit it!" Naoya hollered as he faced the high priest, who had a grim face while observing this three-way headlock between the three of you.
"Emperor Naoya, that matter falls into the jurisdiction of the church." The high priest let out a sigh and then turned to you, assessing your calm gaze.
Regardless, Naoya paid him no mind. "I refuse to grant you any permission to remarry! You will be banished to the cold palace until the rest of your pitiful days! Not only do you fail miserably by being barren beyond help, you also dare to whore yourselfâ" he was now rambling curses at you before everyone in the court, and it pierced you deeplyâ
Until Satoru tugged you behind him, so that you wouldn't have to see his face any longer.
"High priest!" Satoru's voice blared as he clenched his jaw, irate at the string of profanities directed at you. "Do you still truly believe that the deposed empress can't remarry? When she has suffered through this man's downright betrayal?"
Your head was spinning. You wanted this whole ordeal to be over already.
And thankfully, even the high priest saw reason, that you were undeserving of this debacle. In the end, his words held more weight than anyone else's, even Naoya's.
"I accept Empress Y/N petition to marry Emperor Satoru!"
In the chaos of the courthouse after the high priest granted your wish, Naoya shook his head in disbelief, looking at both of you with intense disdain.
"You've always wanted that wench, haven't you, Gojo?" Naoya cackled with a malice you would never have expected from someone who had been your husband for ten years.
You had tuned out all the noise. This dumpster fire was too much even for you. But then, you felt a strong arm enveloping you, sealing your fate as the match made in this courtroomâ
"I have, yeah," Satoru replied with a smug grin. "And now that she is mine... it's just the beginning of your downfall, Zen'in."
Your wedding banquet in Western Empire lasted a week long.
True to his promise, Satoru spared no effort to make you happy. The moment he brought you to his palace, he ordered immediate plans for wedding celebrations. Make it grand, make it unforgettable... he took charge himself.
And on the final, seventh day, as you were about to be formally crowned as the empress of the western lands, you were stunned.
"This is your coronation dress, Empress," your new lady-in-waiting, Shoko, said with pride. "Gojoâ I mean, His Majesty, specifically has his late mother's dress altered to suit you."
You promised yourself that you would no longer wear any shades of crimson. As much as you loved the color, it reminded you too much of your homeland and Naoya. No matter how much you despised him now, once upon a time, he was everything you loved and more.
And you thought you couldn't possibly love another color until you saw the extravagant navy dress in your chamber. Made of luxurious satin and adorned with literal diamonds, it shimmered under the light and flowed gracefully with layers of brocade cascading to the floor.
To give you something so valuable... You had expected to enter into a marriage out of necessity, but your new husband had no intention of ceasing his ways to win your heart.
If it's with him, maybe... just maybe...
Today is the day.
Satoru sat on his throne before his court in the grand hall of his audience chamber. His hair was pulled back, and he was dressed in his official attire, robe of silk and a crown made of pure gold.
Next to him, another resplendent crown adorned with jewels and diamonds shimmered in the lightâthe empress' crown. Your crown.
Today was the day this empire would truly acknowledge his queen. He stole a glance at you on his other side, and his breath was taken away.
With your hair tucked into an elegant updo, you were the very vision of a fairytale queen. You were incredibly stunning, almost otherworldlyâ shade of blue suited you as much as crimson did, just as he thought.
This day would go down in history. But before that, he would ensure that the news would reach Zen'in Naoya. He would spite him so hard.
"Today marks a momentous occasion. We gather here to celebrate not only my marriage and my new wife's coronation," Satoru glanced at his audience with a smirk, his expression widening as he spotted his best friends Suguru and Shoko. "But also the start of her reign... and as we know it already, her fame and beauty are second to none."
The crowd burst into giggles, clearly aware of his scandal at the Eastern Empire's courthouse. And even you smiled.
Satoru shrugged, playfully rolling his eyes. "Spare me, I'm a newlywed, after all. Anyway..." His gaze shifted to the intricate crown, a relic of his late mother's, and then back to you. "Come."
You knelt before your new husband, bowing your head. The whirlwind journey from the East, your remarriage to Satoru... It had all felt surreal until this moment. Now, the weight of reality settled upon you, almost shaking your very coreâ
But just as the thought crossed your mind, Satoru placed the crown upon your head. As the jewels settled into place and you rose to face the crowd, his voice cut through the air:
"And here I present to you, your new empress!"
The room erupted in applause, the cheers echoing around you. Everyone congratulated you without fail, and your breath was taken away.
It was a sight beyond belief, as they chanted your name, over and over againâ
âALL HAIL THE EMPRESS!â
"I have something for you!"
You wouldn't expect that you would ditch your last night of wedding celebrations along with your husband, and yet here you were, led by the hand by a very giddy Satoru.
"Where are we going?" you questioned him, your pretty dress sweeping the halls in a rush.
He turned to you to send you a wink. "Trust me, sweetheart. You'll love it."
Somehow the way he called you made your heart thump a little faster inside your ribcage. This man is really, truly, your husband now.
He was such a refreshing person, it almost made you let go of everything that molded you into the perfect empress in the east, and be just... you.
"Here." Both of you stopped in front of a grand door, and he ushered you inside. "Come, come~"
A study, you realized as you stepped inside, but then a gasp left your lipsâ
"How do you find it, hmm?" Satoru put an arm around your waist, proud of how the burgundy walls and mats enveloped the entire space, creating a tranquil sight that perfectly matched your taste.
It was so much like your private study in the Eastern Empire's palace. You might now hate that place, but your private study was filled with the memories of smiles while writing back to Satoru's letters and waiting for his cat to come. And to have this now in your new home...
"You remembered..." you looked up to him, almost tearing up.
"Of course I do," he pressed a kiss on your temple. "I said that so long as you're with me, I'll turn your dream into reality, didn't I?"
This man really treasures you, or at least that was what his actions had proven so far.
"You're everything I've ever wanted and more," Satoru said, wrapping his arms around you from behind in a warm embrace. "You might not realize it, but I've been in love with you since you first visited western lands."
"What?" you turned to him with genuine confusion. "How?"
"That blind boy who you led by the hand... he had no friends," Satoru sighed against you. "The first and only person who asked him if he was lost... is you."
Suddenly, you were thrown back in time to your first encounter with Satoru many years ago. He was known as "cursed" for being born with peculiar eyes, had been blind for a period of his childhood, before he awakened the true extent of those brilliant blue eyes and brought his clan to power by wielding them.
Back then, you thought it was wrong for him to be left alone, so you took him by the hand and escorted him back to the palace, unaware that he was the infamously cursed crown prince.
"You made me feel less lonely. And I thought then... someday, somehow... through some sort of miracle in which I regained my eyesight and could see you... I'd immediately ask for your hand."
But you were named the crown princess of the Eastern Empire. The thought of how crushed Satoru must have felt upon hearing the news pricked at your heart.
You felt soft, you felt loved, and most of all, you felt an overwhelming certainty that with this man by your side, you would finally experience the genuine love that had been missing from your life for so long.
"You have me now," you whispered in response.
Unlike your first kiss in the winery village, this time, you were the one who faced him and pulled him into a searing kiss.
Be it impulse, overwhelming feelings or something else... you didn't care. You just want him.
And wouldn't you know, your new husband... is also a wonderful, dashing lover.
"You're so... fucking beautiful..." Satoru's lips were on yours, claiming them with a fierce passion that left you breathless. His hands roamed your body, tracing each curves and lines.
You moaned into his mouth, clutching his robes. He captured your wrists with one hand, using the other to tilt your head back so he could leave bruises on your neck in the process, making you moan.
"Keep making that sound, yeah?" Satoru rasped, his hot breath giving you goosebumps. "Keep me going with your voice."
As he gripped your waist, it dawned to him once again that you were here, with him.
Seeing his colors on you ignited desire straight to his cock. His empress was stunning, more so now than ever, more than any woman Satoru had ever seen.
He led you to the bed, his movements urgent yet tender. The air was thick with desire as you lay back, pulling him down with you. You arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him, craving more.
This wasn't your first time, yet you had never been this excited before. From heated kisses until somehow managing to get rid of your underwear and left you in your dress... your body nearly thrashed in response.
"Look at you... An queen of two empires, yet rendered putty in my hands," Satoru wickedly grinned as he slipped a hand under your dress, rubbing his thumb teasingly over your clit. You let out a soft sigh at the prodding. You were getting wetter by each second... and Satoru felt his cock straining against the tight material of his dress pants.
"More..." you pleaded, arching your hips. "More...!"
Any of your wishes would be his command, so he pushed two fingers inside you at once, and you let out an erotic gasp. Satoru was so close to tearing his pants off by seeing how tight you clenched around his digits.
Breathy moans fell from your lips with each harsh brush of his thumb over your clit, his fingers fucking you fastâ
"Satoru...!" you shuddered, gripping his shoulders as you became limp and came into his hands in spurts.
"My queen..." he then captured your lips in a brash kiss, and you reciprocated it. He pulled away only to press his forehead against yours in an attempt to calm his raging heart. "No matter what."
His watery, sparkling eyes was mesmerizing to you, and you took one breath before you crashed your lips into his, tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.
"As pretty as you look in this, I'm going to take it off," Satoru murmured with a meaningful smirk, slowly undoing the laces of your dress. "I want to see you completely naked... just for me."
Soon, you laid bare, and the cold air made your body shiver. Satoru clenched his jaw tightly at the scrumptious sight.
It was almost difficult for him to take in all of you at onceâyour flushed cheeks, swollen lips, erect nipples, and legs spread wantonly for him. Satoru had been here so many times in his dreams, and to see it becoming reality...
"If back then, you had chosen me insteadâ" he sounded almost heartbroken, which startled you. "I would have treated you right from the startâ"
You looked up to him. "You would..."
"Don't you know how many years... I've been just thereâ watching you and that bastard? Knowing I can do even more than him?"
"Mhm..."
You rose, tugging him closer, before you unclasped his robe, letting it fall to the floor. "Satoru... right now... I'm yours."
He allowed you to undress him and soon he too was out of his stuffy royal attire. Your eyes wandered on each part of his body you touched. His chiseled body, snow-like skin, and then the hardened bulge that sprung out the moment you undid his pantsâ
The sight of his cock alone only turned you on even more. You gently gripped the glistening head, running a thumb over the tip before gliding your hand towards the base of his length. With a gentle rhythm, your hand moved from base to tip in a slow, teasing motion... before pecking his head.
"Yeah... you're right." His eyes never left yours, admiring you as if you were the most precious gemstone, before catching you off guard. While you rubbed him, he snaked a hand around your waist, pulling you so that you tumbled on top of him.
You moaned loudly as his cockâbig, both in length and widthâentered you, his hands gripping your thighs to spread them apart so he can shove himself deeper.
You felt so, so full, as you pulled Satoru to you tightly, groaning into his shoulder. And he started to set the pace, moving against you.
"Ahh," you moaned out shakily, fingers clawing into his back. To him, the sounds you made drew him in like a siren's song, it made him throb inside you. "Ahhâhngh!"
"Feel good?" he asked, voice sultry and deep, as he thrusted into you particularly harder, causing you to stifle a moan. "Let it outâhahâsweetheart... I want to hear you, hmm?"
And you did. You felt hot. Your unabashed, nasty sounds with each thrust drove him to the edge. With every lift of your hips, you squeezed him so tightly it almost made his head spin. His breaths came in short pants too.
"You fit me so damn well," he groaned, holding your hips hard enough to leave imprints of his fingers. "So fine..."
One woman. It took just one womanâyouâto unravel him like this.
"Satoru, harderâ" You commanded, wrapping your arms around his neck even as you trembled. "N-not enough... harder!"
He actually had to swallow, because you and your pussy felt so damn tantalizing. "As you wish, Your Majesty."
He slammed his hips against yours twiceâno, thrice the previous speed, and you incoherently squealed. The squelching sound of your hips slamming against each other, and the immense wetness coming out where you two were joined... it was clear: you were addicted.
"Did Naoya ever make you feel as good as I do you now?" he drawled, sinking into you impossibly deeper, squeezing your left mound and flicking your right nipple at the same time. "Did he... ever make you ride him like this?" And then he instantly regretted his words.
Because the moment he said that, you felt cold, reminded of nights in which Zen'in Naoya grabbed you just to forcefully breed you. You winced, and Satoru caught it.
"I..." you shifted your gaze away from him, and he could've sworn that it was sorrow he saw flashing in your pretty eyes. "I-I... don't want to talk about him..."
Feeling remorseful, Satoru reached for the back of your neck and pulled you to him, kissing your lips softly. "I'm sorryâ"
"You don't have toâ"
"Tonight, I'll make you scream my name so hard you'll forget him," he promised as he pulled away from you, his eyes darkening. "Tonight, give me everything and I'll show you how a man truly loves his woman."
And he followed through. He worshipped you meticulously, treating your body with the reverence one might bestow upon delicate glass. He peppered kisses on every inch of your skin he could reach, lips and tongue trailing down, his relentless thrusts so well-paced and brutal at the same time.
"I'mâ close!" You whimpered, and yet still grinding your hips against him. He was watching your every move, every wave of pleasure that was evident on your faceâ committing it to memory for those moments when he couldn't hold you close.
You gaspedâas a mind-blowing orgasm then ripped out of your very being, your hips faltering as you surrendered to ecstasy with a cry of his name, coming all over him. "Satoru... Satoru! Ahhh!"
And Satoru kept his gaze on your face as he too busted inside of you hard, feeling himself filling your womb with his essence, his hands kept your waist steady, memorizing the way your lips part and the way your body went limp into him with satisfaction.
Dear heavens, I love you. The sight of you was nothing but perfection, and with everything he had, he was very sincere when he saidâ
"You're flawless, sweetheart."
2 MONTHS LATER
"If you give me a son, I'll throne you as the empress right on that very day."
The Eastern Empire's palace was bustling as the royal consort's screams echoed through the halls. The day Naoya had been eagerly awaiting had arrivedâhis mistress was delivering his heir.
Yet unbeknownst to him, whispers in the dark suggested the royal baby was arriving suspiciously early. Many, still mourning the previous empress who had been dethroned so abruptly, were not exactly thrilled with this turn of events.
"My lady, just a little bit more!" the maid encouraged. Hanabi strained once again as the pain peaked and her body spasmed, letting out the loudest wail as the baby finally slid out of her.
"W-what... is it?" on the brink of passing out, Hanabi asked anyone who might hear her. She had to know, for she was so close to obtaining her throneâ
"It's a girl, my lady!" the midwife announced.
What?
Her world crumbled at that very moment. A girl? A girl can't be the heir!
She wanted to sob, to utterly mourn, and right at this moment she was full of fear, because if Naoya knewâ!
Like a curse, he suddenly made his presence known in the birthing chamber. His face scrunched in distaste at the scent of blood filling the air. He took one look at Hanabi, tearful and frazzled after the ordeal, then turned to the midwife, who was trembling at his presence.
"A baby girl, Your Majesty."
In that instant, fury flashed through him. He shot everyone in the room a glare before his eyes settled on his consort, full of spite.
"You useless tramp."
Your life with Satoru in Western Empire was wonderful.
He was everything Naoya was not. Satoru adored you, prioritized your well-being and happiness, often humored you, and made your days an endless delight.
And dare you say... you had begun to return his affections as well.
How could you not? Everything he did, he did with you in mind. He eased you into your position so seamlessly, and soon you found your place comfortably at court.
"He is mixing pleasure with his kingly duties," Suguru grumbled, watching his best friend order the gardeners to plant more blue roses simply because you mentioned finding them beautiful earlier. "Empress, you have to keep a tight grip on his leash."
"Well, at least he's happy." Shoko shrugged and nudged you. "Can't you see by now? How much of a loser he is for you?"
You did see himâa man who showed you everything he had. He had given you everything you unknowingly needed.
And you just wished... you could return the same for him. It still made you bitter, knowing you might never be able to give him heirs due to your condition.
. . .
"Sweetheart... what's on your mind, hmm?"
You looked up to him as he pressed a kiss on your cheek, an arm securely around you, sweaty and panting after your steamy session.
With his hair down and messy after you yanked him earlier, your lips curved into a genuine smile. "You look hot like this, you know?"
He clicked his tongue. "Hmm, I am, of course. But no use in changing topics, I know you well enough now."
Your bare body was pressed against his chest, fingertips tracing gentle lines on his skin.
"There's a possibility that... I can't give you any children." You almost felt ashamed saying this to him, unable to look at him in the eye. "I-I... I've failed for many yearsâ"
"Hush," he silenced you with a finger to your lips, his expression firm. "No thinking that, yeah? I don't care."
"Butâ"
"Children are gifts," he said then, caressing your face tenderly. "It's not up to us to control how it'll take or not. And I married you not because I want heirs or suchâI love you, you know?"
Your glassy eyes met his, and you willed yourself not to shed a tear.
He grinned cheekily. "Besides, you've felt it yourselfâmy sexual potency is undeniable. And I don't believe for a second, that you're what that bastard claimed you to be. I bet he's the one who is impotentâ"
"Satoru! You're so obsceneâ!" you giggled freely and poked his chest.
At that time, you were just relieved that he didn't mind. Though it was still weighing in your mind on some days, you felt a newfound sense of liberation compared to when you were still in the Eastern Empire.
But you were in for another plot twist. Perhaps Satoru is correct, and your doubts are unfounded...
"Ugh..."
Your stomach churned in discomfort, a sickening nausea that seemed to twist your insides and threaten to force its way up. This had happened for days now.
You wanted to find a physician before Satoru was aware of your state. You didn't dare to hope or speculate, because you were tired of it by this point. You just wanted clarity.
Yet, the physician's words left you speechless.
"Your Majesty... it seems that you are with child," he remarked in wonder as he assessed your vein. "Yes, definitely. You are with child."
It was a revelation you hadn't expected. For years, you had been convinced that you were unable to conceive, but now...
You were carrying a new life. Yours and Satoru's.
You felt like bursting with joy as you made your way to his study. Your heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of happiness. Above anything else, you were eager to share this news with himâ
...until everything you had known turned on its axis once again.
Right before you went past the ajar door, you saw a glimpse of your husband and his most trusted confidant, overhearing snippets of their conversation:
"Satoru, however you look at it, this is tantamount to declaring war," Suguru sighed, clearly at odds with his perspective. "It's not wise."
"We can finally put an end to them this way," Satoru's tone was steely as he moved a chess piece across the map, positioning it on the border between east and west. "No better time than now."
"The Empress will face the greatest backlash from this. They'll accuse her of being vengeful enough to provoke an attack on her home countryâ"
"On the contrary, her presence will encourage those still loyal to her to defect. That's why I have her here. We need defectorsâ"
You let out a choked gasp, backing away from the door in shock. For one good minute, you refused to comprehend what Satoru was implying.
. . .
. . .
Did your new husband... marry you for his own hidden agenda?
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Warning âș bottom male reader. Reader has a cock and is mentioned to have slept with girls and boys. No set character, this is an OC, but you can imagine anyone
Plot âș basically just this idea I had but expanded
Kinks âș manhandling, accidental creampie, cross dressing, lite feminization, mirror sex, hint of dom/sub relation
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To say you were a playboy was an understatement. New girl every week was you being nice. Now, as a senior, you didnât care as much anymore.
Which led you to your current predicament.
Youâd practically ran through the entire school by now and you were⊠bored.
The first years didnât interest you. And youâd already gone through the pretty people in third and second year. It was looking like youâd have to start branching out to schools nearby.
A sigh left you as you plopped down at your seat, flicking at a lint of dust on your desk. It was lunch time and you werenât feeling hungry. Well you were hungry for sex but not for food.
âMan, (L.Name), view this as a good thing! Itâs lucky you havenât gotten an STD by now.â Your friend, Ryun, said as he ate from his bento box. You only gave him a huff.
âI use condoms. They work, 99.9%!â
âSure. Iâm surprised none of the girls have gotten pregnant yet.â
Ryun let out a howl as you kicked his knee underneath the desk. âI fuck guys too! You should be wondering if Iâm pregnant.â
âWhaâ(L.Name), you canât get pregnant.â
You shrugged. âYou never know.â
âAre you insane?â
âShould you really be asking the resident slut that?â A voice cut in. Your eyebrows rose as you turned to see who was so bold to call you that only to see it was another one of your friends.
âSanaâŠ! Thatâs so mean! Iâm not a slut.â You whined as she plopped down at the desk beside you. She only gave you a knowing look before digging into her own bento.
âRyun!â You looked straight at him. âAm I a slut?â
âDo you really want me to answer thatâŠ?â
âGAH!! Ryun~~~!â You whined, pouting heavily as you rubbed at your face in annoyance. The two ignored your childish behavior as you finally began to start eating your bento. It was a comfortable silence for a moment before a ding popped in your head.
âOh noâŠâ Ryun muttered, knowing that look in your eyes.
You leaned in close, grinning. âGuys.. This senior year, I should go for someone special!â
Sana sighed. âWho? Who havenât you fucked by now?â
A teasing grin pulled on your lips as you motioned for them to come closer. As they pulled in, you looked around to make sure no one was ease dropping and giggled in excitement.
âIto Yuki.â
A pin could be heard as Ryun and Sana stared at you for a moment. Their faces slowly contorting into something of pure disgust and disappointment.
âHim?! Student Council president, Ito Yuki?!â Sana whispered yelled.
âMhm. Iâve never even noticed him before until now! You shouldâve seen him. He still has those ugly glasses but heâs buffed up! Whatâs he training for?â You joked, laughing loudly in the quiet classroom.
Ryun groaned. âNo way. Ito doesnât date. Ever since he got âbuffâ he has had girls tripping for him. But heâs turned them down! Every last one of them.â
Sana nodded in agreement. âYeah. No way heâd get with youâespecially with your reputation of dumping people after a week!â
âBut thatâs a good thing!â You cried. âIf heâs never dated before, that means heâs a virgin!! Inexperienced!! Those are the best, especially in boys!â
âGross, (L.Name).â The two said in unison.
You pouted. âAah! You guys donât understand!â
âIâd rather not,â Ryun countered.
âYouâre just really perverted, (L.Name). And so weird. You wonât even let us call you by your first name.â Sana said, rolling her eyes.
âBut he has no problem letting someone see his flat ass.â Ryun chuckled.
âMy ass is not flat!â You gasped. âIâll prove itââ
ââNO!!!â
You sat back down with a huff. Yeah, you were weird. Sana and Ryun, your friends since diapers didnât use your first name. Only your mother and father did but you didnât even like them saying it either. For some reason, it just sounds.. off hearing it from people.
There didnât seem to be a real reason. You just didnât like it. Though youâve been hoping that one day someone would say your first name and you wouldnât immediately grimace.
Oh well. You had more pressing matters.
And that was Student Council President Ito Yuki.
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âHow are you going to ask him out?â Ryun asked, pulling out his bento. Itâs been a week since your declaration to take Ito Yukiâs virginity but you havenât really done anything. Mainly because heâs always doing student council president shit. Always so busy.
âLike how I ask everyone out.â You said, popping a grape into your mouth.
âSerious?â Sana gasped. âThat unromantic shit you do? Gosh, people here have such low standards. I hope he rejects you.â
You gave her a tight glare and threw a grape at her, grinning when it hit her right on her nose. You werenât unromantic so to say. But⊠your proposals left much to desire. You had a a short and sweet line.
âHey, youâre hot. Wanna make out?â
You thought it was romantic but Sana believed the students here just didnât have enough self respect. Both were probably true.
âWhy would anyone reject this?â You sensually pull down your blazer to show off your collarbone and give Sana a flirty lip bite. She gagged immediately.
Ryun hummed. âI can think of many reasons why someone would reject you.â
âAck! You two suck! Whereâs the motivation?! âAh, (L.Name), youâre so hot!! Who would ever say no to you?!â Like huh??â
âYou donât need anymore compliments. Your head is about damn near jelly from your narcissism.â Ryun said.
You rolled your eyes. Tough crowd. The three of you continued on with lunch when there was a sudden shrill voice. You looked at Sana and Ryun before moving to the sliding door of the classroom, sliding it open and looking out the hallway.
And there he was.
Student Council President Ito Yuki.
A soft mop of jet black hair with over grown bangs. Mono lid eyes that resembled a fox eye. A beauty mark right underneath his right eye. Plump lips. Cheekbones. He still had those stupid circular glasses. His body, though. His body was insane. He wasnât crazy buff but he certainly put on weight compared to his stick thin body from first year. He practically had boobs (pecs) now!
He was taller too. Maybe 182 cm�
A group of girls followed behind him, all holding letters that they waved to try and give to him. Huh, was today? Fuck, it was Valentineâs Day!!
You cursed as you watched Ito Yuki continue to walk and ignore the girls, passively pushing away any one that got too close. You didnât have shit to give him.
Also it wasnât White Day so it wouldâve been weird if you did⊠but boys can do Valentineâs Day too..? Right?
Ah, fuck it.
â(L.Name)?!â Ryun whispered as you stepped out into the hallway, right as Ito Yuki come close to passing your classroom.
âWhat are you doing??â Sana yelled, covering her mouth when a few students looked at her in surprise.
You squared your shoulders and stood up tall, only now noticing you only came up to his chest. Ah, you were a perfect height to suck on hisâ
Not now, (L.Name)!
Even in your thoughts you didnât even use your first name. You let out a sigh and gave Ito Yuki your signature flirty smirk. Your eyes peering up at him, giving yourself a cute look. You had multiple ways of flirting, especially when it came to boys or girls.
A true bisexual playboy!
âIto-San.â You said, blinking slightly to flutter your eyelashes. Ito seemed to be focusing on something else in his mind despite his eyes on you. Well you canât have that.
You leaned in closer, resting your hand on his arm. You felt him visibly twitch at your touch, earning a slight grin on your lips. Too easy. There was whispering happening around you but you didnât care. Youâve asked out people in public spaces loads of times.
This⊠was a piece of a cake.
âIto-San⊠youâreââïżŒïżŒ
ââhot?â
You blinked, staring up at him in shock. Did he just? Your lips parted as you short circuitedâshould you continue or just come up with something on the fly? A slight gasp left you as his hand reached up and grabbed the back of your head, bringing you closer.
The crowd erupted into gasps, even Ryun and Sana looked absolutely shocked. You couldnât even think. Someone.. was taking control? Youâyouâ??!?
His breath tickled your ears as your eyes clinched shut, your hands digging into his blazer as you let out a stuttered breath. You couldâve sworn you heard him chuckle.
âSure. Letâs make out.â He said, loud enough for only you to hear. With that, he pulled away, his hand gently rubbing the back of your head before dropping. His face was stoic, his lips straight but you could almost see a slight smirk on them as he walked past you.
It was hushed whispers as everyone dispersed as soon as the school bell rang, signaling lunch was over. Ryun and Sana ran over to you, Sana gripping your shoulders as she shook you.
âHey, what the hell was that?!â She cried.
You only let out a whimper, looking at the both of them in pure shock. âIâŠI donât knowâŠâ
âWow. Ito Yuki changed. He put (L.Name) in his place!â Ryun laughed, patting you on the back. âSo? He rejected you?â
Right. They didnât hear him. You paused, almost wondering if you should tell them. Would they believe you? Sana and Ryun looked at you expectedly.
âYeaâŠâ You muttered, laughing slightly. âHe rejected me.â You looked down as Sana rubbed your shoulders in a comforting manner. Ryun just patted your head as they steered you back to the classroom.
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âI..Ito Yuki?!â
You glanced up as you heard your classmates exclaim in shock. Ito⊠Yuki? It had only been a week since that incident happened and you hadnât seen Ito a lot. But that was to be expected. He was in 3-A, smartest of the third years and c student council president.
Sana and Ryun were geeking out beside you as Ito walked into the classroom, heading straight towards you. You felt weird. Not uncomfortable but odd. Like your body was⊠scared of him? But it wasnât a bad scared. It reminded you of going on a rollercoaster.
The fear during but the ecstasy afterwards.
â(L.Name).â
Oh. Thatâs a first. You didnât like hearing him say that. Huh.
âH..Hello, Ito-San.â You muttered, your grip tightening on your bag as he looked at you. His gaze was intense, even with his overgrown bangs. You wished those bangs covered his eyes more.
âLetâs go on a date.â
The classroom erupted into screams at his words. Date?! Date with you of all people?! No one even cared that Ito was surprisingly into men. No, it was surprising he would go for someone like you. The school campusâs proud playboy that was barely passing through school!
You didnât even get to answer as his hand grabbed your wrist and began tugging you along. Your eyes met Sana and Ryun who looked at you with pure shock. You couldnât blame them.
Youâve never really gone on dates before. Sure, at the beginning in first year when you were starting out your slut activities. But by second year, anyone who dated you knew that you mostly wanted them for sex. So to have Ito Yuki, of all people, coming to date you was⊠shocking.
Also fake. It had to be fake.
Yeouch!
Not fake. Not fake at all.
This was how youâd soon find yourself in a movie theater. Ito had something about liking movie dates and there was a movie he wanted to watch. A horror movie maybe? You couldnât pay attention. You sat down beside him, staring off into space as the movie began playing.
It was an American movie, judging by the fact you couldnât understand them. You glanced up at the screen, seeing the subtitles on the right. Ah, a slasher. Youâve seen multiple slashers so you knew the format like you knew blowjobs.
But you didnât expect Ito to be interested in this type of stuff. You glanced over at him, watching as he stared straight at the screen, occasionally taking a sip from his soda. Huh, heâs zoned in.
You sighed and decided to get comfortable. Lucky for you, most slashers knew not to over stay their welcome. So you began watching, occasionally glancing at the other moviegoers who decided to watch a slasher at 5:00 pm on a Friday.
Mainly older couples. A few high schools students. And what you could assume some college students.
A hand grazed your thigh which caused you to let out a loud gasp. Luckily a jumpscare drowned you out. You looked down to see the arm rest pulled up that blocked you from Ito and his hand resting just an inch from your thigh.
Huh. What did he..?
You didnât get to think any further when another loud jumpscare filled the theater. Your attention turned right as a poor woman was sawed in half. Oh, what a way to die. There continued to be gorey deaths that you forgot all about Itoâs strange decision to pull up the armrest.
Not until the movie cut to a random couple having sex in the car. Ah, you knew kills like this. Directors seemed to love having naked women run for their life after their boyfriend is killed.
Thereâs probably something wrong about that.
Before you could delve deeper into this question you felt a hand rest on your thighs. Just as you were about to even look down, the hand moved to your crotch and squeezed. A gasped left you that was coincidentally timed with the actressâs.
Has Itoâs hands always been this big? You let out a sharp shudder as you watched him grope your crotch. Really, you shouldâve pushed him away. But you were just shocked that someone like Ito would be doing this.
And in a weird way, you did⊠like it? But it didnât last long, just as the actress was killed by the killer, Ito pulled away. You couldnât help your slight whimper as you glanced over at him. He didnât even spare you a look.
Jerk.
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âYou went on a date?!â
You sighed as you rubbed your eyes, staring at the two clowns in your room. Ryun and Sana had a spare key to your homeâthanks mom!âso they didnât even need to wait for you to open it. It was the next day after your date with Ito. It ended a bit unsatisfactory.
He just walked you home and waved goodbye. He didnât even give you his number.
âYea⊠he literally said that yesterday after class.â You whined, wanting to just plop back down and sleep. You masturbated all night last night, wishing he had touched you more. Which was a fucking first. You usually never have a wet dream about your partners.
âWow⊠maybe, Ito-San likes you?â Ryun muttered, biting his lip as he sat down on your bed.
âIto-San and (L.Name)?! Thatâs crazy.â Sana exclaimed. âBut Ito-San isnât someone to prank around.â
You couldnât help but smirk. âMhm~ maybe this sexy body has him curious.â You teased, sending a flirty wink to Ryun. He looked at you with pure disgust.
âYeah, right.â Ryun grabbed a pillow and threw it at your face. âIf he does, I owe you dinner for a week.â
âDeal!â
âOh,â Sana suddenly muttered. âWouldnât yesterday be the start of the week? So youâll break up with him next week Friday?â
You pursed your lips. Yeah, she was right. But why did you suddenly hate the idea of leaving him? You only gave a noncommittal nod and get out of bed, wanting to just take a shower and wash off the masturbation from last night.
Ito had to have know about you. He knew your usual phrase when asking someone out.
Well, you had the rest of the week to find out what he wanted from you.
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Technically you didnât. Because it was already next Friday and he didnât come for you at all. It wasnât like you could call him eitherâyou didnât have his phone number. Sana and Ryun could tell it was affecting you but you didnât even know why.
Youâve dealt with this. Sometimes the weekly partner ended up being just one night. And sure, you got a bit upset the next day but youâd bounce right back right after. You didnât understand at all.
â(L.Name).â
You glanced over to see Ito Yuki staring down at you. Your classmates seemed able to not scream like last time. But their phones were out and were whispering to each other.
âI..Ito-San..?â You slowly stood up, looking up at him in shock. You shouldâve been mad but you felt your heart flutter. Wow, you mustâve really wanted his dick.
âLetâs go to my house.â He said, which earned a round of gasps. Sana and Ryun looked like deers in headlights. You could only nod as he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the classroom.
Damn, Ito Yuki. Heâs probably the only partner that ever had you this bad over dick. And you havenât even had it yet! Shame it was the last day.
Once you reached his house, you were shocked at how big it was. âWow⊠Ito-San, are your parents rich?â You asked, slipping off your shoes as you walked behind him.
âYuki.â
âHm?â You replied, grunting when you bumped into him.
âWeâre dating, no? So call me by my given name. Thatâs what couples do.â ItâYuki said nonchalantly, moving to go to the kitchen. You followed right behind him, unable to hide the growing heat on your face. This.. this was a first.
Would he do the same� You hoped he would.
Much to your surprise, Yuki began making dinner for you. It wasnât anything difficult, just chicken Katsu curry. You tried to help but he quite literally manhandled you to sit down at the dining table. If there was a growing bulge in your pants you quickly decided to ignore it.
After he finished, he placed a bowl in front of you and sat down beside you. You ate in complete silent. It was a bit uncomfortable because you werenât used to dinners like this but it gave you perfect view of Yuki.
He looked so pretty? You werenât sure. He had pulled his bangs back with a cute hello kitty pin and you couldnât help but wonder who gave him that. He didnât seem like the boy to like cute stuff. You were able to see his eyes better nowâfox like eyes staring right at you.
You coughed slightly and looked down at your curry. âHm, this is good curry, Yuki. Who, uh, taught you how to make it?â
âMy mom.â
âOh. Whereâs your parents?â
âTheyâre out for the weekend.â He said, his eyes trailing down your face, right to your lips. âThey wonât be back until Monday.â
Oh? A slight shudder left your body as your back straightened. The whole weekend? Did he not want this to last the week?
âBut today is a full week?â
Yuki hummed. âSince we started dating? Yeah, do you like those type of things?â
âEh?â
âKeeping track of how long weâve been together? Do you like doing that? I can do it for you.â He said, finishing his plate off.
âUhââ
âSorry I couldnât meet you during the week, I had to help plan the festival coming up.â He reached over and grabbed your plate. The plates clinked together as he carried them to the sink, gently dropping them in.
Before you could stand up, you felt Yuki rest his chin on your shoulder. You flinched at the touch but calmed down as his nose nuzzled your neck. A giggle left your lips at the ticklish touch. He pressed a kiss on your collarbone before pulling away, motioning for you to get up.
âDo you,â he muttered, reaching over and grabbing the back of your head. âwant to make out?â You didnât even think before eagerly nodding, looking up at him expectantly. He pressed his lips against yours with ease. His glasses pushed against your face but you didnât find it in yourself to care.
Your hand slowly reached up his body before resting themselves on his shoulders, fingers curling at his button up. Your lips locked with his, easily moving in tandem without pulling apart. Breathing didnât seem important at the moment.
You hadnât even noticed you were standing on your toes until the pressure on them began to hurt. A struggled gasp left you as you pulled away, needing to catch a breath while also resting back on the balls of your feet. But Yuki immediately chased your lips, sacrificing his back as he bent down.
His hands gripped your waist, his thumbs digging into your skin. When did he even pull open your shirt? You didnât get to think with how eager he was kissing you. It felt like you were the inexperienced one with how easily he was taking control.
âY-Yuki.â You managed to moan into his lips, pulling away to breathe. A giggle left you when he subconsciously chased after your lips again but you pressed a finger against his. âWait a minute.â
It was differentâbut in a good way. You were always the one in control during make outs. People were the one to pull away after you made them breathless. It was exciting for it to be the opposite.
âAre youâŠ?â You whispered, wanting to make sure.
Sure, you were a degenerate who liked having sex with virgins, but you always toned yourself down when you did. Treat them like glass unless stated otherwise was your motto!
Yuki hummed. âVirgin? Yeah.â
âDo you know howâ?â
ââIâm a virgin, not an idiot.â
You pouted. âI was just checking. Your first time needs to be good.â
âItâs already good.â He whispered, a slight smirk on his lips when you looked away in embarrassment. âBut it could be better.â
âHm? Better how?â
For the first time ever, you saw Yukiâs lips pull into a full smirk. Oh no.
Oh no indeedâŠ
In front of you on the bed was a dress. A cute dress. But a dress nonetheless. It was white with a black bow on the chest. Frilly ends on the sleeves. Paired with white stockings.
The outfit reminded you of something but you didnât know what.
You dated a lot of people. Youâve done strange shit because of peopleâs kinks. This, was tame. You shuddered at the time you dressed like a dog. Not even just dog ears and a tail⊠a full on dog.
Honestly this was a breath of fresh air. So you huffed and slipped out of your clothes, putting on the outfit with ease. Hm, it fit perfectly. You briefly wondered if Yuki somehow had your measurements.
âIâm dressed, Yuki.â You called, slipping on the last stockings. There was a mirror on the closet door. You moved over and couldnât help but twirl. The dress really was cute. You took in the detailing of the dress and noticed a slight stain on one of the sleeves. But how could it have gotten a stain? Did Yuki make other people wear this?
That left a bitter taste in your mouth. Just because he was a virgin didnât mean he hadnât fooled around before. Which you couldnât judge. That was your reputation!
A pair of arms wrapped around your waist causing you to flinch. Yuki hummed as he looked at you from the mirror. You couldnât tell what he was thinking, his face still stoic. But the way his hands gripped your waist and body as it trailed around you.
âIt still fits.â He suddenly muttered. âI was worried you wouldâve grown too much since then.â
âHuh? Grown?â
âYou donât remember it?â His hands gripped your waist as he easily spun you around to face him. âFirst year. School festival.â
Festival? You stared at him confused for a moment before gasping in disbelief. âNo way! You kept this?! I thought I threw it out?!â You said, pulling at the fabric in pure shock.
In your first year, your class did a maid cafe, but instead of girls, it was boys as the maids. You played as the head maid because you looked more girlish compared to everyone when you wore the wig. It was fun but you didnât see the use in keeping the dress after so you threw it up.
Apparently Yuki found it.
âYou did. I just grabbed it before they took out the trash. I wouldâve saved the wig too..â he muttered, a slight pout on his lips.
You couldnât help the slight scoff leaving you. âWig? Do you want me to be a girl?â
âNo. You just looked⊠cute. I like cute things.â He said, shrugging. âYou just look cuter feminine.â
âBut I donât even remember you at the festival.â
Yuki hummed. âHow could you? I was shorter than you back then. But I remember you. The cute head maid flaunting his cute little dress in front of everyone.â
You blushed. âI wouldnât say I flaunted itâŠâ
âReally? I think you were a lot of guys awakening that day. So many eyes on you.â His hands tugged at the bottom of the skirt. âHm, you grew in height. Itâs much shorter now.â
You reached down and noticed that it was resting just at the end of your ass. Certainly shorter than in first year when it was closer to your knees. Well at least you can say you did have a growth spurt⊠just nothing compared to Yukiâs.
âSo, you want to have sex with me in it?â
âMhm. Iâve masturbated to you wearing it for years now.â
You sputtered in shock, watching as Yuki moved away to possibly grab a condom and lube. This Ito Yuki was nothing to the one you thought you knew back at school. The way he could say it so casually made you feel some type of way. But you couldnât explain it.
Gosh, youâd assume youâre the virgin.
With a slight pep talk in your mind, you squared your shoulders and stormed over to Yuki. He looked over at you and tilted his head, opening his lips to ask something but you pushed him down on the bed. Though you had to use a lot of strength for thatâjeez, how tough was he?
You straddled his hips and grinned, looking down at him. âDonât worry, Yuki~! Iâll make your first time special.â You whispered, gently rubbing your ass against his growing bulge.
Yuki seemed to want to say something but you kissed him, helping him pull off his pants. You knew what to do. Youâve done this so many times it was practically second nature. When you slipped off his boxers, you almost whimpered at the sight.
It was bigger than any youâve seen before. That stereotype of slender men having bigger dicks didnât seem like an internet lie anymore. You wondered if it looked bigger when he was thinner and didnât have the lean muscle he had now.
Shit.
âAre you ready for your first blowjob?â You asked, smirking slightly. You expected him to finally start acting like a blushing virgin but he looked more so bored? Huh?
âAnother time. I wanna be in you.â
You felt your cheeks flush. He wanted you quickly, huh? Thatâs a first. There were even times guys just wanted a blowjob from you and nothing else. This was, interesting to say the least. You gave him a hum and pulled down your own boxers, pulling up the dress.
You felt his eyes zero in on your body as you grabbed the lube and squirt some on your fingers. This was the best. Having someone watch you as you got yourself ready for them. You didnât waste anytime, easily slipping in two fingers inside your hole. A grunt left you but you kept going, easily stretching yourself out.
If Yuki wanted to be inside, heâd get it. Besides, who doesnât like a little bit of pain?
The dress was sticking to your skin already and you hadnât even got his cock inside you yet. It was thin and a bit cheap in material but it certainly knew how to make you warm.
You reached over and grabbed the condom on the nightstand, easily tearing it open with your teeth. The slight eyebrow raise from Yuki made you smirk. It was a habit that you gained from sleeping around so much. Also past partners said it was sexy so you kept doing it.
What works, works!
After finally slipping the condom onto his cock, which surprisingly fit, you moved up to level your ass with his cock. You gave him a slight smile and rest your hand on his chest.
âYou can always tell me to stop, okay?â You whispered, making sure he heard you. Yuki only gave you a nod, a look of impatience in his eyes.
Not wanting to make him anymore restless, you wordlessly began to sink down onto his cock. A short gasp filled the room as your fingers gripped his shirt. He was huge but feeling it inside was a whole different experience. You havenât slept with a guy in a minute so you certainly felt a bit nervous than normal.
But it was fine.
The sight of Yuki was pretty to say the least. He still had on his stupid glasses, the hello kitty pin that held back his bangs. His face was already sweaty while his lips pulled into a slight grimace.
Ah, you knew the face well.
You leaned in close to himâyour noses touching.
âGood? Itâll get better from here.â You grinned, leaning back as you slowly rolled your hips.
Except it didnât really..?
It had to have been maybe ten minutes and Yuki hadnât cummed at all. You came once which was embarrassing since you werenât used to cumming before your partners. But you thought maybe he was just nervous so you kept bouncing on his cock.
But by the ten minute mark, he looked bored.
You thought you were imagining it but no, you could tell he was zoning out. His eyes were focused on you but he wasnât reacting. Even when you picked up the pace, he didnât even grunt.
A wave of embarrassment mixed in with anger flared within you. You stilled your hips to a stop, finally earning Yukiâs attention as he blinked and actually paid attention to you.
âSeriouslyâŠâ You grunted, rolling your eyes. âIf Iâm that boring, you take over!â You were so used to being in control that you actually didnât want him to take over. Really you wanted to go home, fully embarrassed that in the first time in forever, your partner wasnât satisfied.
The hands that once laid on your thighs without any grip slowly moved upwards, digging itsâ nails into the free upper thigh that wasnât covered by your knee socks. You let out a surprised grunt at the pain but you didnât even get to say anything about it before they trail up and grip your waist.
A gasp leaves you when you feel his hips slam up into you.
âWhâ?â
Colors blur as you feel yourself be pushed down onto the bed, your head bouncing slightly from the fast movement. Your legs are grabbed and pushed up, almost knocking yourself in the face.
âYuki..!â You managed to cry out at his manhandling but he doesnât seem to care at the moment. You can only watch as he takes off the hair clip and carelessly tosses it away. His bangs fall over his eyes and to your dismay, you canât see them this time.
Doesnât help the bedroom is only lit by a small lamp on the nightstand. The shadows practically cover his upper face beside his lips. You can see a slight glint in his glasses but he soon removed them as well, gently resting them on the nightstand.
Itâs weird. Your stomach starts to feel weird again. That same feeling when he pulled you close on Valentineâs Day. What was this?
A quick slap of skin bleeds into the room as your thoughts are jumbled before you could even think. You couldâve sworn you heard a cryâlike a high pitched voice. Was that?
Yeah, it was you.
Your back arched as Yuki slammed his cock inside you in a constant rhythm. There was cries and whimpers coming straight from you in tandem with his thrusts. Youâve never sounded like this beforeâyou didnât even think you could make a sound like this.
Your eyes began to water as you pressed your hand against your lips, wanting to muffle the new strange sounds coming.
âHeyâŠâ Yukiâs thrusting slowed down as he reached over and grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away. âDid I say you can do that?â His fingers tightened around your wrist, earning a slight squeak from you in pain.
A laugh filled the room. A boyish smile appearing on Yukiâs lips. He looked so scary like this. No eyes for you to look in. Just the sight of his lips being your only way of knowing how heâs feeling.
âYouâre so cute. Like a little hamster.â
âH..Hamster..?â
âMhm.â His thrusting began again, filling the room with the sounds of squelching and skin slapping. âCute little hamster. Squishy.â
âSquishâ!â
A whimper left you as your toes curled. Shit, you were cumming already?! You let out a grunt and turned your head to the side, wanting to just bury it in the soft bedsheets beneath you.
âTwo already.â Yuki said absentmindedly, his hands releasing your thighs as he slowed down his thrusting. You glanced over at him, seeing his hands trail up your body. They were veiny. Larger than yours. He could hold both of your wrists with one hand. You shuddered at the thought.
âDonât make fun of me.â You whispered, hoping he would just cum already.
Yuki hummed. âIâm making fun of you?â He asked, genuinely confused. You wish you could see his eyesâjust to see a glimpse into what heâs thinking. But all you get a little smile.
âIâm not making fun of you. Iâm keeping count.â His hands reached the top of your collar, slowly tightening around it. You hummed, wondering what he was about to do. âSo I can give you more next time.â
âGive me more?â
âMhm.â
The sound of fabric tearing caught your attention as you glanced down and saw your dress being torn apart by Yukiâs hands. It started off slow, as if he was fighting the seams before easily pulling it apart once he reached the middle.
A strangled moan left you at the show of strength. Oh man. How could you survive any longer with this guy?
âYuki!â
âIâve always wanted to do that.â He said, leaning down as he pressed kisses on your bare skin. Your toes curled as you gripped at the bed sheets beneath you. âIâll buy you prettier dresses.â
A breathy whimper left your lips. âThereâll be a next time?â
âWhy wouldnât there be? Youâre my boyfriend.â He pulled out his cock and easily flipped you to rest on the side of your stomach. He plopped down behind you and raised one of your legs, slotting himself easily back into your tight heat.
âY⊠You actually like me..?â You muttered, gasping as he begins a slow and steady pace, resting his chin on your shoulder.
Yuki simply hummed. âI wanna fuck you. We can talk later.â He said bluntly. You shrieked as he captured your lips into a kiss and began fucking you in a harsh pace.
The sounds of skin slapping and your muffled moans filled the room. Your fingers digging into the bed while his dug into your skin. There was a slight burn on your thighs and you werenât sure if he possibly broke your skin from just how hard he gripped you.
You pulled away from the kiss, needing to catch your breath when you noticed why Yuki had put you in this position. The fucking mirror.
Damn pervert.
You couldnât really hide yourself, not with his arm holding you up. All you could do was kiss him again, not having to see your fucked out expression. It didnât take long for you to reach another orgasm with ease, the cum coating your stomach in a sight of white liquid.
A whimper left your sore throat as Yuki maneuvered you to rest on your knees as he continued fucking into you. Finally, you buried your face into the sheets, biting them to muffle your moans.
âIâm close. Just a little more, (Name)-Chan.â
Yuki let out a surprised grunt when he felt you tighten around his cock. You whimpered in embarrassment, squeezing your eyes shut. No way. No way that your body just did that.
A slight chuckle left Yuki as he draped his chest against your back, his chin resting on your shoulder. âSo cute, (Name)-Chan.â With that, he pulled away and gripped your hips as he chased his own release. It didnât take too long, his grunts mixing in with your cries.
His hips slammed against your ass as he groaned, finally reaching his orgasm. You hummed before feeling something wet coat your insides. Yuki pulled away and hummed.
âIt broke.â
You turned around, seeing him hold a broken condom. âIt broke?!â You cried, moving to sit up only to wince in pain. âYuki⊠why are you so calm?!â
âItâs fine. It looks pretty.â He said, pointing at the cum slowly leaking from your ass.
âPervert!â
âMhm.â He pushed up his sweaty bangs and sighed, his eyes finally meeting yours. âShower?â
âYeah. Uhm, are we⊠a couple?â
âYeah.â He got off the bed and leaned over to you, a slight smirk on his lips. âIâm the only man you can be a slut for from now on.â
âIâm not a slut!â
Yuki only gave you a shrug before walking away to start the bath. Well, it looked like you werenât a playboy anymore.
But it felt good.
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First fic back!! Way longer than it needed to be⊠hope yall like Yuki. I kinda want to make him into a full OC, but Iâll see.
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first time for everything â
virgin!ellie x virgin!reader
cw: scissoring, some fingering, cuteness! ellie and fem!reader just being silly and sexy
today was the day.
you had showered, styled your hair, shaved, lotioned, the works.
a lacy set of lingerie was laid out by you, the thought of ellie seeing you in it making your heart flutter.
after putting it on, you stood in the mirror.
you admired your choice, the sheer floral pattern on the bra adorning your breasts and covering up just the right places, leaving a perfect amount to the imagination. a delicate silver heart bedazzled from the center of the bra, sparkling in the light of your bathroom. the bottoms were cheeky, completely see through fabric save for the gusset and a black heart in the same floral pattern at the center of the crotch. the straps on the thong were bedazzled, matching the sparkly bra.
satisfied with how you looked, you put your outfit on and texted ellie you were on the way.
when you arrived, you were nervous. sure, it was just a movie night, but you were secretly planning so much more.
âyou look cute,â ellie greets, kissing you softly and bringing you inside. âwhatâs the occasion?â
you flush red. âwhat, can I not dress up nice to hang out with my girlfriend?â you say with a laugh, taking off your shoes and settling into her bed.
she rolls her eyes in response and sits next to you, arm over your shoulder as she picks up your legs and drapes them over her own.
âletâs watch a haunting in venice! heard itâs good.â ellie says excitedly. she eagerly puts the movie on and pulls you even closer, making your heart beat faster.
the movie starts, but you arenât interested. you turn to ellie, admiring her face. you felt different this time, the warm feeling of love that typically stayed in your heart beginning to bloom somewhere else.
âwhat is it? do you wanna watch something else?â ellie asks, noticing how you havenât once looked at the screen. you meet her gaze before flicking your eyes down to her lips, then back up again. she does the same, leaning in for a kiss.
eagerly, you reciprocate, your hand rising to cup her face as the kiss begins to intensify quickly. tongues sliding against the others own, sloppy smacking, a desperate whine from you as you began to be needy for her. you position your legs and sit up, straddling ellie as you two make out. her hands rose to your body and gently squeezed your upper thighs.
you felt bold, beginning to grind down on ellie. she broke the kiss, pupils blown wide and breathing heavily as a string of saliva connected your swollen lips to eachother.
âwhatâŠfffuuuckkâŠ.what are you doingâŠâ ellie said, watching as your hips rutted down into her own, her clit throbbing.
âiâŠim ready. im ready to go all the way, if you are..â you said nervously. she looked up at you, lips parted slightly.
âare you sure? iâŠâ she starts, searching your face for any signs of doubt.
anxiously, you take hold of her hand and tenderly place it on your clothed breast. ellie flushes red and squeezes softly, causing you to let out a breathy whine. you lean down to her neck, kissing gently at first.
ââs this okay?â you mumble against her skin.
âyes.â ellie responds, leaning to the opposite side to expose more of her hot skin. you began to pepper open mouthed kisses on her skin, suckling and leaving soft purpley marks behind. ellie moans quietly, your cunt absolutely dripping at her sweet sweet sounds.
her hands began to grope at your body, hesitant but needy, traveling from your plush, gyrating hips to your tits, squeezing at them. you moaned against her neck, the grinding not providing the friction you desperately craved.
you pulled away from ellieâs neck, which made her whine quietly at the loss of contact.
âshouldâŠcan we start undressing?â you asked nervously.
âpleaseâŠâ ellie responds.
you grab the end of your shirt, stepping off the bed and staring into her lush green eyes, batting your eyelashes as you slowly took it off. she watched intensely, almost like if she turned away for just a moment you would disappear. you unbuttoned your jeans as well, sliding off the denim. her greedy eyes traveled down your torso, face turning red at the sight of your lingerie set.
âwere you planning this?â ellie asked, kissing your collarbone.
âmaybe.â
she draws in a breath, heart beating faster as the tension in the room grows.
âyour turn.â you say, looking into ellieâs eyes once more.
ellie takes off her tank top, her chest bare underneath. her small but perky breasts, now exposed to you, pale, freckled, and perfect.
âsorryâŠtypically i donât wear a bra.â ellie said nervously, raising an arm to cover her bare skin.
you stopped her.
âdonât cover up, youâre perfect.â you said softly, kissing her after. ellie melted into the kiss, kissing you back desperately as she pulled you impossibly closer. your tongues slid against eachother sloppily, lewd smacking sounds echoing in the dim room.
ellieâs hand tenderly slid from your hips to your inner thigh, her thumb rubbing the softest circles on your clit through your panties.
âcan i do this?â she asked softly against your reddened lips.
you bit your lip, a soft whine trying to break from your lips. âyes.â
ellie kisses you roughly, slightly increasing the pressure on your swollen bud through the sheer lace. you whimpered against her lips, pushing into her thumbs pushing.
âmore..â you mumbled into the kiss.
ellie pushed you into the bed, slotting her knee between your legs and pressing it against your damp panties.
you moaned on her lips, rutting your hips on her knee. her hand groped your breast, lips kissing from your cheek to your neck, then your chest.
âcan I take this offâŠ?â she asked.
you nodded in response.
she fumbled with the clasp, brows furrowing in frustration as it wouldnât unhook.
âah fuckâŠsorry, this is so bad..â she apologized, finally unhooking the damn thing.
you giggled in response.
âyouâre so cuteâŠâ
she blushed.
you discarded the bra, breasts now exposed like her own. ellie stared at them for a moment before connecting her lips on your hot skin, sucking dark marks into your flesh as her tongue swirled around your perky nipple.
her hot tongue pressed against your skin drove you insane. you moaned softly, arching into her mouth. her hand slowly trailed down your body and once again began to apply slight pressure to your swollen clit through your lingerie.
you bucked your hips against her hand, a sharp whine breaking past your lips at the quick burst of pleasure that gave you. you started grinding on her hand, desperate for her touch.
âfuckâŠâ ellie said quietly, her own clit throbbing beneath her jeans and boxers. she watched you getting off on her hand, lips slightly parted.
âneed youâŠâ you mumbled. you dropped down to ellieâs hand and shoved it beneath your panties, shivering at the touch of her cold fingers on your warm slick. she froze.
âareâŠare you sure?â ellie asked awkwardly, heart beating fast.
âi need you ellie. pleaseâŠ.â you said, kissing her.
she quickly fumbled her jeans and boxers off, removing your own underwear as well. she pressed her chest against your own, hand making its way back to your sloppy cunt and-ohmygod sheâs inside-curling her long, cool fingers upwards.
you nervously reach for ellies cunt, fingers awkwardly rubbing her puffy clit. she bucks her hips forward, whimpering softly at the sudden contact.
âbabyâŠi need to feel youâŠâ she said, catching your eyes. your heart beats faster, clenching down on her fingers.
âfuckâŠ,â ellie whispers under her breath. âsoâŠtight..can I?â
you nod in response, parting your legs as she slips between them and settles on top of you.
âare you sure?â she asked quietly, staring into your eyes.
you drew in a breath, blushing. admiring the beautiful girl infront of-well more like on top of- you, freckles decorating her toned body.
âim sure ellie.â
she looks downwards and begins to grind into you slowly, exhaling softly as your slick mixes with her own. you buck your hips, awkwardly trying your best to match her rhythm. her hands grip your legs as she speeds up, grunting occasionally. she didnât care how out of sync it was, you felt so fucking good pressed against her clit and fuck sheâs close-
âbaby fuckâŠâ she moaned, picking up the pace again. lucky for both of you, you were able to catch on. your body trembled as your clits aggressively rubbed together, sloppy wet sounds echoing between the two of you.
your chest lifted and sunk rapidly, careless whines and gasps escaping your lips as you stared at the girl on top of you.
âiâŠi love you, i lo-fuck-love you so much, ellie.â you moaned, eyes closing in pleasure as you neared your peak. âim so close, donât stop.â
ellie grunted in response, hips shuddering as she continued her pace.
you both managed to find the perfect rhythm, the pressure and synchronization driving you both over the edge. you moaned her name, and she whimpered yours, both of you coming down from your highs pressed against the other.
she unhooked her leg from your torso, eyeing you up and down with a soft smile and loving look. you pulled her close, her sweat and scent mixing with your own.
âthat was soâŠoh my god! haha..â you said with a giggle. ellie blushed.
âi uhâŠi learned a thing or two from porn. youâre also my first.â she confessed. you kissed her sweetly, the feeling of her lips on your own being one of the best things youâd ever known.
well, second best now.
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Overtime
Summary: Sometimes, working overtime isnât all that bad.
Pairings: Loki x Female Reader
Warnings: Smut, 18+ minors DNI, sex, cunnilingus, teasing, light bondage, office romance.
Series: Overtime (I don't have a masterlist for this, but if you enjoy these idiots, check out Daylight, a sort of sequel).
A/N: This was largely written prior to season 2 and posted right before episode 4, so itâs not entirely canon compliant and the parts that are may be compliant by accident.
Also, @give-me-a-moose and I were on a similar wavelength about Loki angrily reading romance novels and I would strongly recommend checking out her fic The Imagine Nation if you too are enthralled by this idea.
You donât think that Mobius intended to keep Lokiâs desk behind yours.
âItâs temporary,â he tells you apologetically. âHe just needs somewhere to go for now, until I figure out what to do with him.â
âYouâre talking about him like heâs a stray cat that you found,â you say.
âYou wonât even know heâs there, I promise.â
âYouâre still doing it.â
Mobius sighs and puts on his most sincere, earnest expressionâthe one that he always uses when heâs about to ask you for a stupidly massive favor.
And itâs only because you almost never, ever see this look from him that you back down.
âOkay, fine,â you say. âBut heâd better be on his best behavior.â
Mobius puts his palms together and tips them toward you. âThank you. You will not regret this, I promise.â
You sigh and shake your head. âJust remember this next time youâre budgeting for raises.â
But thenâin a move that you certainly donât expectâLoki ends up sticking around. And, in the subtle way that the stray youâve been feeding slowly turns into your cat, Lokiâs temporary desk becomes his permanent desk. And strangely enough, Mobiusâ assurances turn out to be more correct than not: Loki does a lot of fieldwork and is often away; when he is at his desk, it tends to be because he is working on more complicated missions, the ones that require poring over mountains of files looking for patterns and trying to untangle the slippery mess of time itself.
Your work is decidedly less glamorous than Lokiâsâalmost no fieldwork, lots of files. Endless files. Some days you feel as though you must have seen every file in the TVAâs extensive library and then youâre immediately proven wrong by another wing of filing cabinets that you swear wasnât even there before.
Although he is generally well-behaved as your desk neighbor, Lokiâs presence has a way of distracting you. Even if you didnât know who he was, your gaze would still naturally drift his way, lingering on those regal cheekbones, that ink black hair, that cunning smirk. The way that the fabric of his dress pants clings to his thighs certainly doesnât help, to say nothing of how his forearms look with his shirtsleeves rolled up. He can make your heart start to race with no more than a casual glance in your direction and god help you if he gives you one of those devastating smiles. Luckily, you donât think he takes that much notice of you. You have the sort of pleasantly dull exchanges of coworkers who donât really know each other and he is almost painfully polite to you. Itâs a strong departure from the way he interacts with othersâwith others, he is bold, charming, sarcastic, talkative, a far cry from the more subdued, almost courtly tone he strikes with you. Itâs a difference that is so stark that you canât help but attribute it to some sort of negative feeling on his end.
âHowâs it going with Loki?â Mobius asks you during a one-on-one meeting a couple of months after Lokiâs temporary desk becomes his permanent desk. âHeâs behaving himself, right?â
âItâs been fine,â you say, âthough truthfully, I donât think he likes me all that much.â
âWhat? Of course he likes you,â Mobius says. âWhy wouldnât he like you? Youâre lovely.â
You shrug. âI dunno, heâs just different with me than he is with everyone else. LikeâŠoverly polite. Itâs like he thinks Iâm going to send him to the principalâs office or something.â
âLet me get this straight,â says Mobius. âFirst you were worried that he wouldnât behave himself and now youâre worried that heâs too well-behaved?â
Privately, you realize he has a point. Outwardly, though, youâre not going to admit it. The sardonic tilt of Mobiusâ mouth suggests that he knows this.
âNo, I justâŠI donât think he likes me all that much,â you say. âAnd heâs entitled to that. People donât like each other all the time, itâs not a big deal.â
This is also a little bit of a lieâyou do wish he liked you. Loki is so magnetic itâs hard not to want his attention. And with the matter of your silly little crush, wellâŠthat doesnât help either.
Mobius sighs. âI think youâre overthinking this. He likes you, sometimes it just takes him a little time to warm up. Heâs a bit of a prickly guy.â
You bite down the urge to point out that youâve seen him warm to other people almost immediately. This conversation has already gone on longer than you want and you are edging dangerously close to having to admit that you care so much because you have a big stupid crush on him, which is obviously unacceptable.
âWell, the point is that itâs fine,â you say quickly, trying to project an aura of cool confidence. âI donât have any complaints, he seems like heâs settling in, so letâs move on. Did you have any feedback on my recent report?â
The furrow between Mobiusâ eyebrows deepens just slightly, the only indication that he doesnât fully believe you. But for whatever reason, he decides to let it go and follows your change in topic without further comment.
This is one of the reasons you like Mobius as much as you do: he always seems to know the right moment to push and the right moment to bend.
Youâre not sure if your relationship with Loki would have changed had it not been for the problem of Charles Berlitz.
The joke around the office is that after Mobius convinced Loki to work for the TVA, he needed something new to obsess over and Charles Berlitz was the next best option. Itâs hard to say exactly who Berlitz is, as he has a tendency of showing up, wellâŠeverywhere. He is quite literally in every timeline, at least as far as anyone can tell. Sometimes he is an author, penning serious, scholarly essays on outlandish theories like the Bermuda Triangle and the Philadelphia Experiment. He seems to have a fondness for all manner of schemesâhe was responsible for introducing both homeopathy and multi-level marketing to no fewer than sixty different timelines. His ability to peddle bullshit naturally led him to politicsâpick any rebellion, coup, or campaign on any given timeline and thereâs a good chance youâll also find Charles Berlitz.
Scammers and con artists are not atypical in your line of work, but what makes Charles Berlitz an enduring mystery is that he has never been found. You can have reputable documentary evidence that Berlitz was present at a certain time and location, but if you show up to investigate, he is never there. There have been some glimpses over the yearsâa shadowy face in the back of a crowd, the hem of a cloak disappearing behind a cornerâbut nothing concrete or substantive.
âOur ghost in the timeline,â Mobius had said in one of his more poetic moments at an all staff meeting, his voice overly hushed and dramatic. You had seen Loki roll his eyes and you had to fake a coughing fit to hide your laugh.
Time moves differently at the TVA, so itâs hard to say how long Mobius has been working on this case when he makes a breakthrough, but itâs not terribly long after your conversation about Loki. A campaign button had been found in an apartment that Berlitz rented for two years in the French Quarter. That particular campaign button could only have existed in one specific timeline and its distribution was limited. You arenât entirely clear on all of the details, but Mobius seems to have a plan.
And unfortunately, that plan involves you giving up most of your weekend to work.
Itâs near quitting time on what passes for a Friday at the TVA. Loki has been in today and you can hear him starting to pack up. Technically, heâs got twenty minutes of work left, but youâre not about to tell him that.
You doodle absently on your notepad. Technically, youâve also got twenty minutes of work left, but realistically: nothing is happening.
âOh, great, youâre both still here.â
In general, this phrase has never meant good news for you and when you look up, you see Mobius with a sizable armful of files.
Also not a great sign.
Mobius plunks the stack of files directly on your desk. âThereâs been a development with Berlitz. I need you both to review these now.â
âItâs Friday,â says Loki, affronted. âSurely it can wait until Monday.â
âNo can do. I need this done by Sunday at the latest,â says Mobius. âThis is an all hands on deck situation.â
Loki glances pointedly at the office around you, which has already started emptying out for the weekend.
âAll hands on deck, but most hands are already in the field,â Mobius concedes. âWhich is why I need the two of youââ He points to you. âYou because youâre goodââ He gestures to Loki. âAnd you because youâve got desk duty.â
âI beg your pardonââ begins Loki.
âHeâs grounded,â Mobius says to you in an exaggerated stage whisper.
This is not surprising to you: you had heard a rumor last week about an incident that had occurred on a mission to the inauguration of Richard Nixon and you suspect that these two events are likely connected.
You look at the pile of paperwork on your desk. You could probably get through it on your own in a couple of hours, but if Lokiâs helping, maybe you still have a shot at having Saturday to yourself. You bite back a sigh. âWhat do you need me to find?â
âAnything that mentions anyone from the Lucchese crime family or Nero Variant N2815,â says Mobius. âIâll go get the rest.â
Your heart sinks. Farewell, Saturday. âThereâs more?â you say.
âItâll be triple overtime, I already got it approved!â he calls over his shoulder
You sigh and glance at Loki who is scowling at the pile of files as though theyâd wronged him personally.
Thereâs a long moment of silence before you speak. âIs there any truth to the rumor Iâve been hearing about the Nixon inauguration?â you ask.
âIf it involved a hot air balloon, then yes,â he says rather tonelessly.
âWell.â You pause as you stare at the pile of papers. âAt least it was worth it.â
That at least earns you a hint of a smile.
*
Several hours later, your stomach is growling and youâve developed a rather impressive crick in your neck.
You lean back in your chair, stretching your neck to the side and rubbing the knot that is pulsing in your upper trapezius. Office work has done nothing positive for your posture in general, but tonightâs work has you hunched over more than usual and your neck is aching.
You and Loki have made good progress, but your pile of finished and sorted files is scarcely comparable to the full cart that Mobius had brought in. Back when the evening was new and you werenât quite so tired, youâd been optimistic about possibly having half a Saturday free from work; that hope has slipped away the longer the evening has dragged on. Now youâre hoping that youâll still have a bit of Sunday to yourself and even that feels unlikely.
Your stomach growls again. You should probably eat somethingâyouâd worked through your regular dinner hour in a fit of misplaced optimism. The cafeteria is closed this time of night, but thereâs a vending machine not far from your office that has shitty coffee and mostly edible sandwiches.
You stand and stretch, stifling a yawn as you turn around. âIâm gonna grab a coffee and some dinner,â you say. âDo you want anything?â
Loki looks up at you from the file in front of him, blinking somewhat dazedly and running a hand through his messy curls. âIâd like to stretch my legs a bit, if you donât mind the company.â
You honestly didnât expect him to want to join you. Itâs a pleasant surprise, certainly, but also a little nerve wracking in the way that interacting with Loki always is. Heâs so handsome and aloof and youâre not quite sure how to talk to him without acting like a total fool.
But youâre also not about to say no, either.
âOf course,â you say, âI donât mind at all.â
The TVA is unusually quiet at this time of nightâthe steady hum of fluorescent lights and the murmur of distant voices is all that accompanies the tap of your shoes on the linoleum. It only heightens the jittery, nervous feeling you get from Lokiâlike your stomach is filled with drunk, lightning struck butterflies.
âAre you finding much?â asks Loki as you enter the hallway together.
You shrug. âA bit. Mostly on the Nero variant. Iâm not having as much luck with the Luccheses.â
âIâve got all of their property transfers, I think,â he says. âRenato Lucchese never met a vineyard he didnât like.â
âOr racehorses, from what I understand,â you say. âI think thatâs how he lost most of his money.â
You arrive at the vending machines. Loki looks at the vending machines and then back at you, a somewhat puzzled and troubled expression on his face.
âThis is what you meant when you said you were going to get coffee and dinner?â he says.
You shrug. âYeah, whatâs wrong with this?â
He points at the coffee machine. âMobius calls that machine Satanâs coffeemaker, does he not?â
âYes, but I know how to trick it into giving me something thatâs almost palatable,â you say.
Loki gives you a rather dry look. âSomething thatâs almost palatable?â
âI mean, Iâm just trying to manage your expectations. Itâs still pretty shitty coffee, it just tastes less burned.â
He looks at you for a long moment before tilting his head toward the hallway. âCome on, letâs go.â
Itâs your turn to look skeptical. âWhat are we doing?â
âWeâre going out for dinner.â
*
He takes you to a twenty-four hour diner called Frankâs thatâs maybe a five minute walk from the TVA. Itâs one of those places with yellowing Formica tables and big booths covered in red faux leather patched with the occasional square of duct tape. It smells like coffee and grease with a faint odor of cigarette smoke despite the prominent no smoking signs.
âI wouldnât have thought this kind of place was your style,â you say as you sit down in a booth next to the window.
âIâve expanded my horizons,â he says, sliding into the seat across from you.
An older woman with greying blonde hair approaches your booth. She wears a nametag reading âConnieâ in big capital letters, a sticker of a pink cat stuck on the space next to her name.
âHow yâall doinâ tonight?â she says as she hands you each a laminated menu. She looks at Loki. âYou want your usual?â
âPlease,â he says.
âYou got it.â She turns to you. âHow âbout you, hon, can I get ya started with something to drink?â
âCoffee would be great.â
âAll right, Iâll be right back with your drinks.â
You raise your eyebrows at Loki as she walks away. âYou eat at diners and you have a usual order. My expectations are being completely upended.â
He returns your pleasantly amused expression. âAnd you have vending machine coffee for dinner. Itâs a revealing night.â
âI mean, I donât actively seek it out,â you say. âItâs a convenient option that I exercise only when I have no other choice.â
âNo other choice?â A sly smile curls at his lips. âDo you not have the entire array of space and time at your fingertips?â
âWell, first of all, we arenât supposed to use TemPads for personal errands without a supervisorâs approval.â
âTechnically.â
âNo, actually. Itâs in the personnel manual. Like verbatim.â
He raises an eyebrow. âYou would put yourself through the egregious physical suffering of vending machine coffee simply to appease the capricious whims of our cruel overseer Miss Minutes?â
You bite back a laugh. âYou know sheâs not actually our boss, right?â
âI canât discount that possibility. She wields a concerning amount of power within the organization.â
Connie is back with your drinksâcoffee for you and tea for Loki. âSunday Special?â she asks Loki as she sets a metal teapot and empty mug in front of him.
âPlease,â he says.
âYou got it.â She looks at you. âDidya get a chance to look at the menu or do you need a minute?â
Youâre feeling a little daring. âIâll try the Sunday Special as well.â
âAll right, two Sunday Specials cominâ right up,â she says, collecting your menus.
âSo, whatâs in a Sunday Special?â you ask Loki as you take a sip of your coffee.
âBoiled fish eggs, mainly,â he says, pouring the hot water into his tea mug.
âLiar,â you say promptly.
He raises an eyebrow. âYou didnât even look at the menu, how could you know?â
âPlaces like this donât serve fish eggs,â you say. âWay too unusual and definitely the wrong price point.â
âI suppose youâll just have to see,â he says with a playful glint in his eyes. The easy charm that youâve seen him use with the others is on full display and itâs enough to make you giddy. Maybe he doesnât dislike you after all.
âWell, if itâs fish eggs, youâre picking up the bill,â you say, âand Iâll be getting something else instead.â
âYouâd really hold me responsible for your impulsive dinner selections?â
âYep. And I donât even feel bad about it.â
He raises an eyebrow. âI didnât realize you could be so unforgiving.â
âWell, you donât know me all that well.â
âTo be fair, you keep to yourself quite a bit.â
âA little bit,â you say. âBut also to be fair, you havenât really asked.â
âOn work time?â he says, widening his eyes in mock horror. âThat would mean write ups for both of us, I couldnât let that happen.â
âI think I know enough about you to know that getting in trouble is not one of your primary concerns.â
He gives you a sly smile, like youâve caught him out and he likes it. âThatâs a diplomatic way to put it.â He takes a sugar packet from the dispenser on the table and tears it open before pouring it into his mug. âWell, weâre on break now, so you can safely tell me something about yourself.â
You drum your fingers on your coffee mug. âWhat do you want to know?â
âWell, this canât be the only part of your life. Who are you outside the TVA? What did you do before this?â
That giddy feeling comes to a screeching halt and you take in a long, slow breath. Itâs a simple question, one that most people can answer to some degree. For you, though, itâs a bit more complicated.
âWell,â you say. You take a sip of your coffee, mostly to give your hands something to do. âI donât actually knowâI chose not to remember when they gave me the option.â
Youâre surprised by how gentle his eyes are when you look up. âMy apologies,â he says, âI didnât realize.â
âItâs okay,â you say and you really do mean it. âYou couldnât have known.â
Usually, you say something like this and then gently redirect the conversation, but something about the way heâs looking at you makes you want to continue. Like maybe he understands difficult things and doesnât mind hearing about something that others would shy away from.
âWhen they told us everything and said they could fix our memoriesâŠâ You clear your throat and focus your gaze just above his shoulder. âItâs weird, but I just had a feeling that it wouldnât be good for me to knowâŠthat something really bad had happened. So I asked Mobius to check for me, just to be sureâŠâ You swallow, blinking hard.
You remember how sad Mobiusâ eyes were, how heâd gently placed a hand on your shoulder and said, âI think youâre making the right call, kid.â
âItâs not really okay, is it?â Loki says softly.
You shrug. âI mean, itâsâŠit is what it is.â
âYouâre a terrible liar, you know.â
âItâs not a lieââ
He raises a skeptical eyebrow and you remember that he is, in fact, the god of lies.
âItâs more likeâŠI canât really miss what I donât know, but at the same time, the reality of that absence hurts a little. So maybe not exactly okay, but not exactly not okay, either.â
Thereâs a lot of kindness in his gaze and you have to look away because it makes your head spin and your breath catch in your throat. âIâm not really sure if that makes sense,â you say.
âIt does.â
Thereâs a silence between you, but itâs not uncomfortable.
âDo youâŠdo you think youâd want to forget if you had that option?â Youâre not entirely sure what prompts the question and you regret it almost as soon as it leaves your mouth. âIâm sorry, thatâs probably too personal.â
He shakes his head and thereâs a warmth in his eyes that you donât expect. âI rather think I owe you one.â He pauses, running a finger around the rim of his mug. âSometimes I do,â he says finally. âIt can be quite painful remembering.â He worries his lip between his teeth. âBut Iâm not sure who I would be without the knowledge of my past, either.â His gaze flicks back to you. âWhatâs it like for you? Do you feel like you know who you are without those memories?â
Itâs a good questionâone youâve never been asked. âI mean, itâs hard to say for sure. I think I do,â you say. âSometimes I wonder if I was different in my timeline. Maybe I was kinder because I had different experiences that made me more empathetic. Maybe I wasnâtâmaybe I was worse. Maybe I had a villain arc.â
He chuckles. âThat doesnât seem likely.â
âI dunno, maybe it explains the vending machine coffee and my fish egg related threats,â you say and you feel almost giddy when he returns your smile. âOr maybe Iâm the same and all those experiences that shaped me are just scars I canât see.â You shrug and take a sip of your coffee. âAt the end of the day, though, that timeline is gone. Iâm all thatâs left. Itâs sad, but itâs also freeing, in a way.â
He nods. âMobius has said much the same.â
You smile slightly. âOur philosophies are similar, I suppose, though I think there are probably more bits of his past self in his present self than he realizes.â
Loki grins. âItâs the jet skis, isnât it?â
âI mean, I just donât think most normal people spend that much time expounding on the reliability of the Yamaha engine versus the pure, raw power of the Kawasaki.â
Loki holds up a finger. âBut have you gotten the lecture about Yamahaâs braking system?â
âI think I have that memorized at this point.â
ââThe perfect choice for families.ââ
ââYou just tap the brakes. Just tap them. Perfectly smooth stop every time.ââ
ââReliability meets affordability.ââ
ââYou canât say no to that.ââ
You think you probably could have riffed on this for a bit, but youâre interrupted by the arrival of Connie with your dinner.
The Sunday Special turns out to be a fairly traditional breakfastâeggs, hash browns, two fluffy pancakes, sausage, toast, a little bowl of strawberries.
âDefinitely lots of fish eggs in this meal,â you say to Loki after Connie leaves.
His smile is small, but genuine. âYou havenât looked under the pancakes yet.â
You feel it then, but you donât fully understand until later that this dinner has unlocked something important between the two of you. After months of awkward, stilted conversation, itâs like you finally understand how to talk to each other. And youâre surprised to find that even outside of your big stupid crush, you actually like Loki. You like his sly smiles and his dry humor and how easily the two of you fall into a routine of playful banter. You click in a way that surprises you, in a way that makes you mourn the lost potential of all those awkward, stilted months and feel giddy about the possibilities ahead.
Dinner is over too soon and you walk back to the TVA feeling revived from the coffee and the conversation.Â
Disaster awaits you back at the office, though: youâd left a stack of the Nero variant files on your desk and evidently the construction was too precarious, as the entire pile had tipped off your desk and spilled to the floor, contents scattered everywhere.
âFucking hell,â you sigh, running a hand through your hair. Youâre not sure whether you want to laugh, cry, or scream. Possibly, itâs all three.
âHere.â Loki is bending down on the floor to gather the files. You studiously try to not ogle his ass or thighs. Or at least not obviously. âClear off some space on your deskâIâll help.â
Twenty minutes later, youâve set up an entirely new systemâLoki has dragged his chair over to your desk and the cart of unsorted files sits between you, like a surly metallic chaperone. And even later when youâve sorted out all of the files from the floor, he remains parked at the end of your desk, a stack of new, unsorted files in front of him. Admittedly, itâs a lot more efficient for you to work like this: privately, though, it gives you a warm glow that has nothing to do with workplace efficiency.
âIâve invented a new game,â he says some time later.Â
âWhatâs that?â
âEvery time either one of us finds documentation showing Renato Lucchese losing money on a racehorse he was told was not a good investment, I get to have a drink.â
You look up at him. âLook, I know youâre a god and everything, but I am pretty sure that will kill you.â
He sighs and tosses the file into the Lucchese pile. âI think it would add a little excitement to the evening, donât you?â
You raise your eyebrows and look back at the file in front of you. âYou mean this isnât your idea of a fun Friday night?â
âMy idea of a fun Friday night includes far fewer files and a lot more debauchery,â he says, taking a new file from the cart.
You glance at the clock. âWell, itâs only eleven. I donât usually start body shots until after midnight.â
âWhat are body shots?â
For one horrifying moment, you think that youâre going to actually have to explain this to him, but then you get a good look at his expression.
Heâs teasing you.
âYouâre an ass,â you say, swatting him on the shoulder with the file youâre holding.
He wags a finger at you. âThatâs workplace violence. Iâm going to have to report that.â
You lean back in your chair and return to your file. âIâm pretty confident that youâll be put off by the amount of paperwork that process requires.â
He shakes his head as he returns to his own file. âUncontrolled bureaucracy is how bad actors escape accountability.â Thereâs a brief pause. âAndâŠthereâs another racehorse.â
You continue on like this for the rest of the evening, occasionally chatting and Loki proving definitively that the Renato Lucchese racehorse drinking game could not be played without resulting in a fatality. Itâs nice, though. Yes, itâs sorting files and yes, itâs not the most intellectually riveting task youâve ever done, but spending time with Loki is nice. Itâs because of this that you find yourself trying to stay awake, pushing past your looming exhaustion.
But around two, you canât quite fight the heaviness of your eyelids any longer and you doze off in the middle of a report on the sinking of the Lusitania.
âHey.â Loki is gently shaking your shoulder. The way he says your name in that deliciously deep voice makes you want to swoon and youâre glad that you have the ready made excuse of sleepiness to explain any embarrassing behavior on your end.
âI think youâd better call it a night,â he says gently. âGet some sleep and come back with fresh eyes.â
âWhat about you?â you say. âAre you going to do the same, or are you just all talk?â
He smiles at you and it warms you to the very tips of your toes. You could bask in that smile like a cat in a sunbeam.
âIâm starting to fade a bit myself,â he says
âVery convenient,â you say and he grins at you.
âCome on, Iâll see you back home.â
Part of you wants to protestâthereâs really no need for him to walk you homeâbut a larger, louder part of you wants to let it be, prolong the magic of tonight for just a little longer.
Thereâs a comfortable silence between the two of you as you walk out of the office together.Â
âWhat time do you think youâre going to come in tomorrow?â he asks as you approach the residential wing. âItâs probably sensible to coordinate our efforts a bit.â
âYeah, thatâs a good point,â you say. âI was thinking nine, but that will be dependent on how much coffee I have.â
âYes, about that,â he says. âI cannot stand idly by and watch you torture yourself with vending machine coffee.â
âWell, the cafeteria will be open, so I was going to torture myself with cafeteria coffee, which is at least thirty percent less over brewed.â
He clicks his tongue. âYouâre not making a compelling case for yourself.â
âTo be fair, itâs quite late and Iâve been staring at files for hours.â
âAll the more reason to get decent coffee,â he says. âWeâre going out for breakfast.â
You raise an eyebrow. âOh, we are?â
âConsider it an intervention,â he says. âIâll come collect you at eight.â
Youâre not quite sure if this is just his natural confidence and swagger coming through or if heâs flirting with you and this counts as a date.
âWhere are we going?â
âI know a place.â
*
The place in question turns out to be a food cart in Central Park in 1998.
âShould I even bother asking if you have supervisor approval for this?â you say, looking skeptically at the time door glimmering before you.
Loki scoffs. âI donât have a supervisor.â
âYou do. Itâs Mobius.â
âThat canât be right, weâre peers.â
âYouâre absolutely not. Did you read any of the onboarding materials?â
He ignores your question. âI donât see why Iâd even need a supervisor, honestly.â
You snort. âNeed I remind you of what happened at the Nixon inauguration?â
He spreads his hands in front of him. âItâs not my fault that Iâm the only one with a sense of humor.â
âIâm not entirely sure that was the problem,â you say. âGerald Ford is never going to be the same, from what I understand.â
Loki waves a dismissive hand. âHeâll be fine, the tail isnât permanent. Now, are you coming or not?â
You roll your eyes at him and make a halfhearted complaint about proper protocol, but you know that youâre walking through that time door and not looking back. You knew that before he even posed the question.
The food cart is owned by a man named Samir who has a wide smile and booming laugh. He talks to Loki like heâs a friend and he tells you that you have the prettiest eyes heâs ever seen. You are fairly certain heâs exaggerating, but you stuff a few extra bills into the tip jar anyway.
âI canât believe you fell for that,â says Loki as you walk away, each carrying a coffee and a brown paper bag with a breakfast sandwich.
âFell for what?â you say, batting your eyes at him. âI do have beautiful eyes.â
âIâve heard him say that on at least thirty separate occasions.â
âYeah, but this time he really meant it. I could tell.â
He rolls his eyes and leads you to a park bench overlooking a wide, grassy field. The leaves are just starting to change and the air has a little bit of a bite to it.Â
You sit down on the bench and take a sip of your coffee.
âIt is good coffee, Iâll give you that,â you say.
âSee,â says Loki, âyou canât go back to that vending machine sludge after this.â
âI mean, if itâs eleven oâclock at night and Iâm on a deadline, I can.â
âDarling. You have a TemPad.â
âLoki. Read the personnel manual.â
He wrinkles his nose. âItâs not really my genre.â
You roll your eyes and take out your breakfast sandwich. âWhat is your genre?â
He raises an eyebrow. âIs that a serious question?â
âOf course it is,â you say. âI love talking about books.â
He gives you a slight smile and takes a sip of his coffee. âA little bit of everything, honestly,â he says. âPhilosophy. Magical theory. History. Politics. Anything from Asgard, really, though it can be a bit more challenging getting some of those titles.â
âIâve had pretty good luck with the Library of the Sacred Timelineâhave you checked there yet?â
He frowns. âIâm not familiar.â
âOh, youâd like itâitâs on the eighteenth floor. Itâs intended to be a collection of the greatest works of literature from as many branches of the timeline as possible,â you say. âIt started as a research project, but people liked it and it just kind of evolved into this huge collection. Theyâve actually got a pretty sizeable collection of books from Asgard.â
Itâs like youâve told him that his personal paradise had been located on the eighteenth floor this entire time. âWill you show me?â
He is practically vibrating with the sort of anticipatory, manic energy that you typically would associate with Christmas morning right before you tear into presents. Itâs sweetly endearing.
âOf course.â
Ten minutes later, youâre leading him through the winding hallways on the eighteenth floor. Youâre not surprised he hasnât heard about the libraryâitâs a bit out of the way and the eighteenth floor is so poorly designed that itâs not terribly easy to find.
The design of the library is a sharp departure from the rest of the TVA. The shelves and floors are made of the kind of dark mahogany that you typically see in the kind of estates that look like something directly out of a Jane Austen novel. Worn oriental rugs muffle your footsteps on the creaky wood floors and the air smells faintly of dust and paper.
Thereâs a subtle change in Loki when you walk through the doorsâalmost like a muscle in his shoulders finally relaxes and he seems truly at home for the first time since he arrived.
You touch his hand. âThis way.â
You lead him into the stacks, back to the far corner, right after the books from Alfheim.
âYou can borrow whichever ones you like,â you say softly. âThereâs a sign out sheet at the front desk.â
He nods, though you donât think he really hears youâhe only has eyes for the shelves, his gaze sweeping across the spines like theyâre old friends. Youâre about to excuse yourself to give him a little privacy when his brow furrows and he exhales sharply. âOh, you canât be serious.â
âWhat is it?â
They have the entirety of the finest Asgardian literature at their disposal. Untold centuries of the writings of our greatest mindsââ he plucks a book off the shelf, ââand they choose to include this?â
The title looks fairly innocuousâa red, leather bound book with the title The Cloistered Heart embossed in gold script on the front. You take the book from him and open it. âWhatâs the problem with this?â
âItâs inconsequential fluff, literary pablum of the highest order.â
This is the Loki that youâre more familiar with and a smile curls at your lips. Almost on cue, you flip the book open to a chapter titled âThe Wedding and Bedding of Aloisa.â
You bite back a laugh and look up at him. âItâs a romance novel.â
âPrecisely my point,â he says. âTo think that this is on the same shelf as Nielsen and Auber.â
âThatâs kind of how libraries work,â you say, flipping further into the book. The phrases âthrobbing lengthâ and âeager moansâ draw your eye and you have to tamp down another laugh. âOh, and itâs a sexy romance novel.â
âIt appeals to the lowest common denominator, yes.â
âWhat, so youâre too good for a bodice ripper?â
He scoffs. âI prefer to do the bodice ripping myself, not read some overwrought description of it.â
You are glad youâre looking at the book because youâre pretty sure youâd disintegrate if you had to make eye contact with him while he delivered that line. âOh spare me,â you say lightly, snapping the book shut and drawing it to your chest. âIâm gonna read this.â
He blows out a puff of air. âItâs a waste of your time.â
âIâve got lots of time, I can afford to waste it,â you say cheekily. âBesides, Iâm curious to see what kind of book turns the god of mischief into a pearl clutching prude.â
Loki sputters. âPrude? Darling, let me assure you, Iâm no prudeââ
âIâll leave you to browse,â you say with a grin as you turn away from him. âCome find me at the front when youâre ready to go.â
Youâre a few chapters into the book when Loki rejoins you at the front of the library, a small stack of books tucked under his arm.
You close your book with a snap. âThis book is a delight. I think your real issue is just that youâre no fun.â
He scoffs. âIâm very fun.â
âCouldâve fooled me.â
You bicker playfully back and forth as you check out your books and leave the library. A quick glance at your watch tells you that you spent much more time there than youâd planned. You canât quite bring yourself to worry about that, though, not with the memory of Lokiâs wonderstruck expression burning so bright in your mind.
Thereâs a bit of a lull in the conversation as you wait for the elevator.
âThank you,â he says softly.
âFor what?â
âFor showing me that.â
âOf course. Iâm sorry you didnât know about it sooner.â
He looks at you, lips parting slightly like heâs about to say something. His tongue swipes briefly over his bottom lip and you would swear that his gaze drops to your mouth for just a second.
For just a secondâone heady, slightly irrational secondâyou think he might be about to kiss you.
The ding of the elevator arriving breaks the spell, startling you just a little. You run a hand through your hair, trying to give off the impression of composure even as your heart beats wildly in your chest.
Loki gestures to the elevator doors. âAfter you.â
There is a group of analysts in the elevator already, chatting animatedly and completely obliterating any chance you may have had at recapturing that moment.
You try not to dwell too much in contemplating what ifs or timeline branchesâoften, it feels too much like work, something Mobius might assign you.
But you know that the possibility of that momentâwhat if the elevator had been a hair slower, what if those analysts had taken a different route, what if you were braverâyou know thatâs something thatâs going to haunt you for a while.
*
You wouldnât give up that time in the library for anythingâitâs one of those moments that feels formative, something that youâll return to again and again for one reason or another.
But itâs also true that itâs time that you probably could have used for sorting files and as Saturday ticks on, you canât help but wish you had a way to pull another hour out of somewhere.
âWeâre not going to be able to make this deadline, are we?â you say with a sigh.
Itâs getting late into the evening and the cart of files still to be sorted still remains depressingly full, despite the fact that youâd brought both lunch and dinner back to your desk so you could continue working.
Loki eyes the remaining files. âI think we might. We made good progress today.â
You rub your eyes. âMy brain feels like itâs about to leak out my ears.â
Loki takes the file you are working on and sets it back in the stack of unsorted files. âI think that might be a sign itâs time to turn in,â he says.
âThereâs still so much left.â
âThereâs still tomorrow.â
You reach for the file. âWell, let me justââ
He pulls your hand away from the pile. âYou can come back to it in the morning. Besides, if youâre this tired, youâre not going to do good work anyway.â
He squeezes your hand and drops it. Itâs brief enough to still be friendly, but unusual enough to make you wonder and send your mind racing back to that moment by the elevator.
You shake the thought away. Itâs late and youâre tired.
You heave a world weary sigh and slump back in your chair. âI hate it when youâre right.â
To his credit, he only smirks a little. âCome on. Iâll walk you back.â
Once again, thereâs no reason for him to do this, but once again, youâre inclined to let him.
You pack up for the evening and walk out of the office side by side. Youâre trying very hard not to think about the fact that this is likely the last night that youâll do this, that tomorrow the assignment will be over.
As you near the residential wing, you start to hear distant shouts. If you inhale deeply, you catch a very faint whiff of explosivesâyouâre not sure what kind.
âI think someone brought work home,â you say with a sigh.Â
This happens from time to timeâthings get out of hand in the field or something happens when retrieving an asset or a target and all hell breaks loose at the TVA. Mobius had once referred to it as âbringing work homeâ and the name had stuck.
âWasnât there an incident in this wing not long ago?â asks Loki.
âYes.â You sigh, running a hand through your hair. âI had to call off the next dayâI got no sleep that night.â You listen carefully, trying to determine the source of the noise and the status of the problem. âBut maybe itâs almost over,â you say with an optimism you donât fully feel. âSometimes these things are resolved really quick.â
Your heart continues to sink the closer you come to your home. The acrid burn of explosives only increases and you think you catch the low, dull roar of something not quite human.
And indeed, when you turn the final corner, you are immediately stopped by an electric blue barrier being monitored by a hunter. G-21âyouâve worked with her on a couple of missions before.
âAre you fucking kidding me?â slips out of your mouth before you can stop yourself.
âThereâs an ongoing incident in this area,â says G-21 and you almost want to laugh because no shit.Â
âHow long do you think itâs gonna be closed off?â you ask.
She shrugs. âWeâre at a code 54 right now, but itâs probably gonna escalate.â
With pitch perfect timing and before you can even try to remember what a code 54 means, thereâs an almighty crash and a low bellow.
âGo!â she yells before running toward the commotion amid frantic calls for backup.
Loki is grabbing your wrist and pulling you into a run.
Your standard issue work shoes are comfortable enough on a day to day basis, but you certainly want to have words with whoever decided that leather soled shoes with absolutely no grips were a good choice for a building floored almost entirely in linoleum. In a low stakes situation, itâs meant occasionally you wipe out in the cafeteria and hurt nothing but your pride. In this situation, it means that Lokiâs firm grip on your hand is the only thing keeping you upright.
But thereâs a small mercy in that while you can still hear distant crashes and shrieks, whatever is happening down that hallway doesnât seem to be following you and eventually, you both slow to a brisk walk and Loki drops your hand.
You havenât even had a chance to consider where you are going to sleep tonight. You could probably curl up on that terrible couch in the office and just plan on getting up early enough to run back to your place for a quick shower and a change of clothesâŠassuming the incident resolves by thenâ
âYou can stay with me,â says Loki, as though he can hear you trying to sort this out.
âOh, thatâs okay, Iâll justââ
âIf you say youâre going to sleep on that terrible couch in the office, I will personally take you to the most boring governmental proceeding I can find and leave you there until you come to your senses.â
âSounds like a great place to fall asleep,â you say.
His eyes glint, but his tone brooks no arguments. âYouâre staying with me tonight.â
You sigh, but you canât think of a counterpoint. âWhen did you get so bossy?â
âDarling, Iâm a prince,â he says with a bit of a wry smirk. âItâs my birthright.â
Loki lives on the opposite end of the residential wing and his place looks quite a bit like yoursâheâs got an extra window in the kitchen but the floor plan is otherwise the same. A lot of his furniture is standard issue, but there are little details that make it seem more personal: an area rug with a bit of fraying on the edges, a painting of what you think is an Asgardian landscape, a vase filled with dried flowers so delicate they look like they might disintegrate if you were to touch them. And booksâso many books. Books on shelves, stacked on the coffee table, tucked into the little rack that you know is meant to hold magazines. Hardbacks, paperbacks, leather bound, dog-eared, well-worn and brand new. Itâs no wonder he was so excited about the library.
âHave a seat,â he says, gesturing to the couch. âIâll get some things for you.â
You sit down and he disappears down the hall. You idly examine the books stacked on the end table next to you. Many are quite clearly from Asgard and it sparks a pang of sympathyâitâs like his homesickness is on full display in his living room and thereâs something sweet and sad about seeing that vulnerability laid so bare.
He returns a few minutes later with a pair of pajamas, a toothbrush, and a hand towel.
âHere,â he says, handing you the pile. âBathroomâs just down the hall. Iâll make up a bed for you.â
âThanks.â
In the bathroom, you realize that the pajamas heâs given you arenât the standard set you can order from the TVA. These are made of a dark emerald silk that ripples over your skin like water, and somehow, that makes it feel a thousand times more personal than if heâd loaned you a standard set. They donât fit quite right on you, but theyâll work well enough for tonight.
You brush your teeth and attempt to get through as much of your evening routine as you can before collecting your clothes and exiting the bathroom.
When you return to the living room, you expect to find that heâs made up a bed for you on the couch. These living units only have one bedroomâit would be quite reasonable to have you sleep on the couch.
You do not expect to find a pajama clad Loki stretched out reading on the couch, a blanket over his lap and his head propped up on a pillow like he intends to sleep there.
You exhale slowly. âPlease tell me you are not giving up your bed.â
âDonât be absurd, of course I am,â he says without even looking up from his book. âThe point of this was to prevent you from sleeping on a couch, not simply put you on a couch in a different location.â
You wish you had something to throw at him. âYou donât even fit on that couch.â
âLuckily, my knees bend. Besides, youâre a guest,â he says, as though that settles it.
You roll your eyes and plunk yourself down in the armchair across from the couch, setting your pile of clothes on the floor. âIâm not moving until you give up the couch.â
He finally looks up from his book. âYouâre really going to do this?â
You examine your fingernails, flicking away an invisible speck of dust. âIâm not the one being unreasonable. Iâm simply meeting you at your level.â
âIf you think that Iâm being unreasonable and youâre also saying youâre meeting me at my level, does that not mean you are admitting that you are being unreasonable?â
âItâs nearly one oâclock in the morning. Iâm not arguing semantics with you.â
âFine.â His eyes glimmer as he sets his book down and slowly rises to his feet. âBut youâre still not sleeping on the couch.â
âOh, youâre going to be so disappointed when you realize how wrong you are,â you say. You think you see your opening and you try to play it cool.
Heâs walking toward you, leaving your path to the couch wide open. In your head, you can see exactly how this works: youâll spring from your chair and dart around the coffee table before diving onto the couch like a baseball player sliding into home plate, soundly defeating Loki. Easy peasy.
Instead, what happens is that you spring to your feet and Loki moves with inhuman speed, grabbing you around your waist and pinning you to the front of his chest, stopping you in your tracks almost immediately.
âI suppose I should have expected that,â he says. Your back is facing him, but you can almost hear the dry, sardonic look heâs giving you.
âProbably,â you say. âGod of mischief and all.â You struggle fruitlessly against his iron grip. âYou can let me go now.â
He laughs. âIâm afraid I canât. It was clearly a mistake to trust you. I wonât be making that error again.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â you say, trying again to squirm away from him. âLet me go.â
âThe interesting thing about all of this is that youâve made a rather substantial tactical error,â he says, continuing as though he canât hear you.
âYouâre bluffing,â you say with more confidence than you feel.
âFascinating theory,â he says, âbut I donât think itâs going to work out for you.â
With that same ridiculous speed, heâs suddenly spinning you around and lifting you, tossing you easily over his shoulder.
âHey!â you shout in protest.
âI warned you,â he says, his voice full of mirth as he carries you toward the bedroom.
This is not exactly how youâve imagined being carried off to bed by Loki.
Though, admittedly, you do have a nice view of his ass.
âThis is ridiculous,â you say.
âYou brought this upon yourself.â Heâs walking into the bedroom and a moment later, heâs lifting you from his shoulder and tossing you unceremoniously onto his bed.
You scramble to your feet and try to lunge toward the door, but heâs clearly expecting that. Before your feet even hit the floor, he catches you around the waist and hauls you back to the bed. Your back hits the mattress and you try to leverage the momentum to propel yourself back onto your feet.
He catches you immediately and you find yourself back on the bed again.
âI donât mean to be patronizing,â he says, failing to bite back a laugh, âbut itâs adorable that you think you can outmaneuver me.â
That is deeply offensive and the only way you can earn my forgiveness is by letting me take my rightful place on the couch.â You canât quite keep the laugh from your voice.
He grins. âNot a chance.â
You attempt to dive off the opposite side of the bed, only to have him grab you by the ankles and pull you back. You manage to dislodge him and lunge in the opposite direction, only to be immediately thwarted.
It becomes increasingly hilarious the longer it goes on and soon your sides are aching from laughter. Loki is laughing too, but it doesnât seem to affect his strength or speed at all.
Eventually, he wrestles you back down onto the bed and you are fairly certain thereâs no way out of this oneâheâs got your wrists pinned above your head and his legs locked around yours. Youâre both a little out of breath.
âYield,â he says.
You shake your head. âNever.â
His gaze flicks to your lips and back to your eyes. âYield.â
âNo.â
Something has changed. Thereâs an electricity and intensity that crackles in the air between you, possibilities blooming in both of your gazes. It feels a little like that moment by the elevator, but youâre afraid to hope, afraid to even wish because the idea of him wanting you still feels as impossible as capturing smoke with a net.Â
But the way heâs looking at you, the way his gaze keeps drifting between your eyes and your lipsâŠthatâs not nothing.
âYield.â
You lick your lips, your heart beating wildly. âNo.â
Is it just your imagination, or did his breath hitch when you licked your lips?
âYield.â
God, heâs so close and you want him so badly.Â
âNo.â
He looks again at your lips and this time, he closes the distance between you.
They call him Silvertongueâyouâve heard the jokes, youâve rolled your eyes at all of them. But as he kisses you, you realize that thereâs an element of truth there because only seconds in and youâre ready to sign away your soul to live under the power of Lokiâs tongue. The slow, warm slide of it against yours, the way he guides your mouth against his, the way he lets out a soft sigh as he tastes youâyou would give up everything if it meant you could stay like this.
âYield,â he breathes against your lips.
âNo,â you say.
He deepens the kiss, catching your lower lip between his teeth and gently tugging until you whimper and arch against him.
He still has your hands pinned against the bed, his grip unyielding when you try to wrestle them away.
âLet me touch you,â you say when he draws back. You want to touch him everywhereârun your hands along every muscle youâve admired from afar.Â
âThen yield,â he says with a grin, his eyes flashing with devilish intent.
You consider this for a moment. You could give inâthere arenât really any stakes at this point and youâre pretty sure youâre both going to end up sleeping in his bed tonight anyway. But that glint of mischief in his eyes also promises some intriguing possibilities if you stand firm.
âNo,â you say.
âSuch a pity,â says Loki, though his expression is one of hungry delight.
His hands slip free of your wrists then, but they stay pinned to the bed by some invisible force.
âCheater,â you say.Â
âI think this is only fair,â he says, his hands sliding to your hips. âIâm clearly the victor, am I not entitled to my prize?â
You shiver. âYour prize?â
âYes.â He kisses down the column of your throat. âMy lovely, lovely prize.â
âHow can I be your prize if Iâm also your competitor?â
âYou think too much,â he mumbles against your neck.
âYou say that like itâs a bad thing.â
âGenerally, itâs not.â He sits back on his heels between your legs, looking you over with satisfaction. âBut in this case, itâs distracting you from more pressing matters.â His hands creep under the hem of your shirt, stroking the small of your back, thumbs tracing teasingly along the waistband of your pajama pants.Â
âHave I mentioned how much I enjoy seeing you in my clothes?â he asks. Thereâs a husky depth to his voice and a hunger in his eyes that sends a flood of arousal to your cunt.
âYou have not,â you say.
âA casualty of too much thinking,â he says solemnly, his thumbs gently grazing the skin at your hipbones. âYou look utterly delectable. I almost want to leave them on.â His eyes glitter with mischief. âAlmost.â His hand strays to the bottom button on your pajama top. âMay I?â
You nod. âYes.â
He slips the button free and slowly makes his way up until your shirt is open. He carefully pushes the fabric aside, baring your breasts to his sight and touch.
Youâve never felt more beautiful seeing Loki stare at you, lips slightly parted, eyes wide and hungry. He trails one hand up your stomach and rib cage and slowly brushes a thumb over your nipple. You gasp and the sensitive skin puckers and stiffens as he palms your breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
âGorgeous,â he murmurs as he lowers his mouth to your breast, his tongue and lips taking up the role of his hand, while his other hand moves to cup your other breast. You whimper, wishing you could run your hands through his hair. âThatâs it,â he purrs, âI want to hear all the sounds you can make, my love.â
You rock your hips forward and arch your back as he lavishes attention on your breasts. Itâs the most delicious kind of torture, having him so close, but not being able to touch him.
Heâs taking his time, which you both love and hate. He feels so good, but you need him to touch you, you need to touch him, you need him inside of you. You wait until you canât take it any more and breathe his name like itâs a prayer.
You wonder if this is what he was waiting for because with little more than a brief smirk and a wicked look, he starts kissing his way back up your chest and neck. You whimper when his lips meet yours and you can feel him grin as he kisses you. He fits his hips against yours, angling himself so that his cock rubs up against your clit just right and you moan into his mouth. You can tell that heâs big and part of you wants to savor the anticipation even though you feel like you might go mad if he doesnât fuck you now. You rock your hips against him, trying to feel that friction.
His large hands frame your face, one hand sliding to cradle the back of your head so he can draw you deeper, the other trailing from your cheek to your throat.
Both hands soon stroke down your sides, lingering teasingly at the waistband of your pajama pants. He hooks his thumbs underneath the waistband and you lift your hips. He slides your pants down maybe an inch and you can feel him smiling as he kisses you. You lift your hips again and your waistband creeps down another inch.
âLoki.â His name falls from your lips with a sigh.
âWhat is it, my love?â
âTouch me,â you breathe. âPlease.â
You lift your hips again and this time, he pulls the fabric fully down and off your legs. He guides your legs apart and stares appreciatively at your bare cunt, his teasing expression replaced by a rapt awe.
âBeautiful,â he murmurs.Â
You believe him.
His hands stroke your thighs, seemingly in no hurry, despite your pleading whimpers and the way you arch against the mattress. He draws his thumb gently along your slit, barely grazing your clit.
âDo you know what an utter distraction itâs been sitting behind you?â he asks, tracing your clit in the slowest, lightest circle.
You arch upward, hands still bound by his magic. âTell me,â you breathe, your hips rising to chase his hand.
âEvery time you stood up, I could only think about bending you over the desk.â
You manage a sly smirk. âAnd here I thought you didnât like me much at all.â
His thumb presses a little more against your clit and you moan.
âIâve wanted you from the moment I saw you,â he says, rolling his thumb in a slow circle. âI kept you at armâs length partly as a matter of protection.â
For who?â
âYou,â he says. âIâm not fully redeemed in some eyes and you being involved with a dangerous variantââ
âYouâre not,â you say.
âSome would disagree.â
âWell, theyâre wrong,â you say. âYouâre not a dangerous variant. Youâre Loki Laufeyson and I want you just as you are.â
Thereâs something unreadable in his expression and it makes you wonder how many people have told him that he can just be himself.
âYou should be careful saying such lovely things to me, you know,â he says solemnly.
You raise an eyebrow. âOh really? And why is that?â
âBecause it makes me want to do very wicked things to you.â
Youâre surprised youâre not shaking, you want him so badly. âWhat kinds of wicked things?â
âOh, all manner of wicked things.â He presses a kiss to the inside of your knee, his tongue swiping briefly against your skin. âThings with my mouth...â His thumb rolls over your clit again, his index finger teasing your entrance before retreating. ââŠmy handsâŠâ He drags his gaze over your naked form before locking eyes with you. âMy cock.â
A shiver works its way up your spine. âSo if I talk about how I think youâre really clever and funny and I find it unbelievably sexy, what sort of wicked thing would that merit?â
The intensity of his gaze makes you shiver again. He crouches down and presses another kiss against the inside of your knee, slowly moving upward. âIf you keep talking like that, Iâm not going to let you leave my bed for days.â
âYou know thatâs not a disincentive, right?â you say, sucking in a sharp breath as he nips at the soft skin of your inner thigh. âIâve wanted you for such a long time, Loki.â
âIâll make it weeks if youâre not careful.â
âAgain, not a disincentive.â You gently tug at your bound wrists and find that theyâre still firmly secured. Itâs exhilarating, even though you really wish you could run your hands through his hair, especially if he ends up where you think heâs going.
âWhat else should I tell you?â you muse as he continues his agonizingly slow path along your thigh. âYou know, half the reason I kept to myself was that I wanted you so much I was certain that Iâd make a fool of myself.â
That earns you a few circles of your clit with his thumb, but his progress up your thigh remains slow. You have a theory about what might move the needle, though.
âI know you like to act like youâre this sort of barely reformed villain, but I think thereâs more good in you than youâd like people to believe.â
This time, he moves up to the crease where your thigh joins your hip, close enough that you can feel the heat of his breath ghosting along your labia. His tongue traces a line along your skin and you briefly wonder if youâll be able to hold it together enough to deliver the last part.
âAnd,â you say, trying to keep your voice steady, âyesterday and today made me want you even more because I feel like I finally saw who you really are and youâre even more wondââ
Your words abruptly give way to a breathy moan because his perfect, skilled tongue has finally found its way to your clit.
You had a plan from here, but whatever it was has dissolved into nothing under the skilled caress of Lokiâs tongue. You suspected he would be good at this from the way that heâd kissed you earlier, but you could not have imagined that it would feel like this.
âOh my god, Loki.â Your thighs are already quaking. You tug again at the invisible bonds on your wrists, but they hold fast. Something about the way the bonds are keeping you gently stretched along the bed combined with how his large hands have your thighs spread open seems to heighten every sensation. Thereâs no wiggling away from him or adjusting yourself so that you feel more or less of the onslaught of his tongue on your cunt. You are completely at his mercy and youâre not entirely surprised that you fucking love it.
He slides a finger into your aching channel and your cunt shudders around the thick intrusion. The warm, roiling center of your orgasm starts builds in your hips with every stroke of his tongue, spinning faster and faster, like ocean winds whipping up into a hurricane. Your back arches and his tongue presses flat against your clit, and suddenly you know that this is going to be what takes you over the edge.
Loki seems to know it too, at least from the way that he presses his tongue more firmly against you, one arm slung across your hips to hold you in place. His other hand slides two fingers inside you, rocking and curling against that aching, tender spot.
You whimper, your hips bucking wildly. Itâs so good and so much and you are almost there.
You look down at him then, his hair wild, hollowed cheeks flushed pink as his tongue works you over, his eyes closed like he couldnât imagine anything more blissful than being in between your legs while you come undone.
This is ultimately what tips you over the edge. The storm that has been forming inside you is finally let loose and you arch your back and cry out in a wordless scream as your climax crashes into you.
Only then do the bonds around your wrists release and your hands fly down to grab his hair as your body shakes with pleasure.
It takes a moment for you to get your breath back and reacquaint yourself with the concept of speech, but when you do, you find Loki looking up at you, his expression pure mischief.
âAnd to think you wanted to sleep on the couch.â
âIt wasnât that I wanted to sleep on the couch, itâs thatââ Your voice cuts off as his tongue starts stroking your clit again.
âItâs what?â he asks in between strokes, his smirk obvious in his voice. The lingering ripples of your orgasm are coalescing around the path of his tongue, tightening that coil in your belly again.
âFuckâyouâre not playing fair, you canât justââ You lose your sentence to a low moan that rises up from your chest. âYou canât justâfuck, yesâyou canâtâŠoh god, yes, just like that.â
His laughter rumbles against you as your hips start rocking against his mouth. How are you already so close?
âYou canât justâfuckâwin an argument byââ
Youâre trying to say that he canât expect to win an argument by making you come and you think he might understand this based on how determined he seems to be to prove you wrong. His fingers curl again until he finds that soft, tender spot that is so often the key to your unraveling.
You have stopped trying to complete that sentenceâyou moan, your hands tangling in his hair, urging him on as the swell of your climax rushes up, inevitable as a tidal wave looming over a seaside village.
You cry out as it crests and breaks, falling down over you in a rush of tingling pleasure that feels like champagne and fireworks all at once.
âNow, what was it you were saying, my love?â he asks as he releases your clit a moment later. âSomething about how I canât just win an argument by making you come? I couldnât quite hear you over the sound of you coming completely undone on my tongue.â
âOh, you think youâre so smart,â you say, giving him a stern look as he crawls up your body.
âYou know what I think?â he says, settling himself on his side next to you. âI think you liked submitting to me.â
You shiver before you can even think about hiding it and his smile turns decidedly vulpine.Â
âYou did, didnât you? You liked having your hands bound and being completely at my mercy while I licked your pretty cunt until you came undone in my mouth.â
âYou are enjoying this far too much,â you say.
âI am enjoying it the correct amount.â
You realize your hands are now free to explore his body and you tug at his pajama shirt. âI think youâre wearing too many clothes,â you say.
He gives you a wicked grin as he lets you pull his shirt over his head. âYes, perhaps itâs time we even things up.â
You pull the shirt away and rake your eyes over him greedily, your hands following the path of your gaze. He is as perfect as you imagined, unfairly beautiful in the dim light of the bedroom.
You hook your thumbs into the waistband of his pajama pants and lower them an inch, a cheeky parallel of how he teased you earlier. His lips curl into a sharp smile when he realizes what youâre doing.
âInteresting strategy.â Thereâs a bit of a growl in his voice, a rough desperation that makes your cunt clench. âBut I think you forgot that I have the upper hand here.â
He raises his hand and with a twist of his wrist, his remaining clothes dissolve in a shimmer of green and he is bare before you.
Your breath catches in your throat. His cock commands your immediate attention, nudging up against your thighâheâs big, as you suspected, but completely bare and rock hard, he somehow seems longer and thicker than he had when he was grinding against you.
He pulls you into a slow kiss as you reach for his cock. You wrap your hand around him, delighting in the silky hardness of him, the way he throbs in your hand and the low groan he makes as your hand moves from base to tip and back, the way his hips thrust along with you. Your cunt clenches in anticipation.
After a moment, though, he places his hand over yours, slowing your movements.
âI need to be inside you,â he rasps.
âYes,â you breathe.
He rolls on top of you and youâre not sure that youâve ever felt anything quite as wonderful as the heat of his bare skin and yours pressed together. This feeling means intimacy, a closeness that youâd longed for but never expected even in your wildest daydreams.
He pulls you into a kiss, slow, soft, and languid, like you have all the time in the world and he intends to take it. Itâs decadent and dreamy and perfect.
But the heavy weight of his bare cock resting against your stomach combined with the ache between your legsâan ache that would be so perfectly soothed by the hard column of flesh currently throbbing against youâproves to be a force too powerful to resist for very long.
You cant your hips against him, snaking one leg around his waist, hoping heâll get the hint.
He does.
He braces himself on one hand, the other sliding between your bodies to rub his cock along your slick folds. He positions himself at your entrance, waiting for your breathy plea to begin to ease himself slowly into you.
He fills and stretches you in the most wonderful way, but even more than that, he feels like home. The thought strikes you quite suddenly and youâre not entirely sure about everything it means, but you know itâs good and right.
He pauses for just a moment, seeming to savor the feeling.
âYou feel better than I ever imagined,â he says.
You quirk an eyebrow at him. âYou imagined?â
He gives you a hungry smile as he leans in to kiss you. âLike I said: it has been an utter distraction sitting behind you.â
His rhythm is slow and easy, like he wants to take his time learning every inch of you and memorizing how you react to his touch. His mouth moves over yours in a slow kiss thatâs somehow both languid and demanding, his tongue gliding in and out of your mouth in the same rhythm of his hips rocking into you. His cock bumps up against that sweet spot inside of you that his fingers had teased earlier, each stroke inching you closer to bliss.
He shifts the angle of his hips so that his pubic bone grinds against your clit and it feels so good you almost see stars. You can feel your orgasm building, your cunt growing slicker and tensing around his thrusting cock.
He draws back to look at you, eyes hazy with a loose, dreamy kind of pleasure.
âDo you have any idea how good you feel?â he breathes.
You are shaking. âLoki, Iâm gonna come.â
âI know you are,â he purrs. âLet go for me, let me feel you, my love.â
With two more thrusts of his hips, you unravel.
He groans as you tremble around him, but mostly, he watches your face, rapt by the way you throw your head back against the bed and gasp his name like itâs the only thing that will save you.
âYouâre beautiful when you come,â he breathes. âAbsolutely stunning.â
He waits until you catch your breath before he kisses you again, slow and sensual. His hips are still rocking in that beautifully slow rhythm and you donât know how it can still feel so good.
He keeps moving against you, his touch and his low murmurs of praise invoking a symphony of sensations. He presses deeper and your body sings with every thrust, your muscles tensing and tightening around him like you never want him to leave. Your climax swells again and you come with a whimper, your whole body shaking as he fucks you through it.
You want him to come, want to hear the sounds he makes and feel his sweet, hot release burning inside of you.
âI want you to come for me,â you breathe.
He grins at you. âOh, I will, but not yet. Youâre not done yet.â
You whimper. âLokiââ
âTwo more, my love, two more and then Iâll come for you.â
Somehow, you give him three. By the second one, heâs panting and his words have become rough, his voice a growl as he utters some of the filthiest praise youâve ever heard. The third builds quickly after that and you know instinctively that youâre going to take him over the edge with you this time.
You fight to keep your eyes open against the tidal wave of pleasure blooming again in your hips. You need to see him come undone.
As in everything else he does, heâs unfairly beautifulâhe throws his head back, letting out a low groan that you can feel all the way to the tips of your toes. His cheeks are flushed, a few ink dark curls plastered to the light sheen of sweat on his forehead. You can feel him emptying himself inside you, his release hot and hard won.
It seems to last a long time and itâs another minute before his hips slow to a halt. He kisses you, so soft and sweet it would almost seem chaste were it not for the fact that his cock is still throbbing inside of you.
After a moment, he slowly eases out of you, rolling over onto his back, his arm snaking around your waist and pulling you to him like he canât bear to be parted from you even for a moment.
You curl up against his side, your legs tangling with his. He takes your hand, lacing his fingers with yours before resting your clasped hands on his heart.
You could fall in love like this, you think sleepily to yourself.
You donât know it then, but youâre right.
*
Time moves differently at the TVA, but a couple years later, thereâs a ring in a box on your desk.
Loki likes a spectacle and youâd daydreamed about a traditional wedding, but when you talk it over, you both agree that you want to do something different, something quiet, something just for the two of you.
âI do think we should tell Mobius beforehand,â you say to Loki.
âIsnât the point of eloping that no one knows until after itâs done?â says Loki.
âYes, but I feel like we could make one exception,â you say. âIf weâd done a full wedding, I would have asked him to give me away.â
Lokiâs gaze softens a bit then and he pulls you close. âAll right. But we only tell him right before we leave. The man canât keep a secret.â
But Mobius doesnât seem terribly surprised when you tell himâin fact, he seems far more concerned about your wedding gift.
âI didnât have a chance to wrap it yet,â he says. Heâs retrieved a large picture frame that had been propped against his desk, though he keeps it turned away from you. âSoâŠthis also requires a bit of an overdue confession for context.â
You raise your eyebrows. âA confession?â
âA confession,â says Mobius.
âWill I be angry about this?â asks Loki at the same time you say, âIs this like a go to jail confession or a misdemeanor confession?â
Mobius gives a good natured chuckle, shaking his head slightly. âGod, the two of you. Always so dramatic. No wonder you ended up together.â He takes what feels like an unnecessarily long drink from the coffee mug on his desk. âItâs not bad, I promise.â Another sip of coffee.Â
Loki sighs. âHe always does this,â he says to you. âHave you noticed? Whenever he has something that you want to know, he stalls and drags it out just to torment you.â
âOkay,â you say, âbut you jumping in to bicker with him probably doesnât help.â
âIâm not bickering,â says Loki. âIâm simply pointing out that heâs stallingââ
âWhat was it you were saying, Mobius?â you say brightly, nudging Loki with your elbow.
Mobiusâ eyes twinkle. âSee,â he says to Loki, âI always liked her. Itâs a good match.â
You donât have to look at Loki to know heâs rolling his eyes, though he also makes a point of surreptitiously pinching your ass, a detail you hope Mobius doesnât notice.
âAnyway,â says Mobius, taking a deep breath, âit was pretty clear to me from the start that you liked each other. And you also seemed absolutely determined to get in your own way.â He points to Loki. âEspecially you with your whole stilted Asgardian prince thing.â
Loki frowns. âWhat are you talking about?â
Mobius sighs. âAnytime you like someone, itâs like your brain gets a factory reset and you get all overly polite and courtly.â
Loki scoffs. âI donât do that at all.â
âYou do. Itâs deeply weird. Youâre like a mannerly robot.â
Loki turns to you. âDarling, tell him heâs being absurd.â
You reach over and squeeze his hand. âYou did call me âmy ladyâ a couple of times in the early days.â
Loki sighs and looks back at Mobius. âWhat was your point in mentioning this?â
âWell,â says Mobius, âyou seemed pretty determined to get in your own way, so nothing was happening. And eventually I got sick of all of the pining, so I decided to take matters into my own hands.â
âWhat do you mean?â
Mobius pauses, a hint of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. âThere wasnât a breakthrough with Berlitz that weekend. What there was was a surplus in the overtime budget and a high priority indexing project for Archives.â
Your lips part as your brain slowly puts the pieces together. Mobiusâ eyes twinkle.
âWait,â you say, âyou lied to us?â
âI did not lie,â says Mobius, his demeanor suddenly becoming very serious. âThat would have been wrong.â He nods at Loki. âAlso, it wouldâve tipped him off and that would have ruined the whole thing. I simply failed to mention that the cart of files that I gave you needed to be sorted for indexing for the Archives department and I peppered in a couple of unrelated things about Berlitz.â
âBut the office was empty that weekend,â says Loki.
Mobius snaps his fingers. âRight. I did make some adjustments to the schedule that weekend.â
âAnd the disturbance that prevented her from returning home on Saturday night?â
Mobius spreads his hands wide and grins. âAll me, buddy. Paid G-21 five hundred bucks for that one.â
Loki pauses for a moment and then looks at you. âI donât think I can be mad about this. Iâm genuinely impressed.â
âI mean, I canât argue with the results, but Jesus, Mobius, you couldâve just set us up on a blind date,â you say.
âAh, but thatâs not as fun,â Mobius says. âPlus, it wouldnât have made for as good a wedding gift.â He turns the frame around and hands it to you both.
Itâs both your timecards from that pay period, neatly framed side by side. Your eyes well with tears and Mobius smiles.
âHonestly, Iâm just relieved itâs not a jet ski,â says Loki.
âHe's deflecting,â you say to Mobius in an exaggerated whisper.
âI know,â he whispers back.
But you canât help but notice that Lokiâs eyes are brighter than normal.
âOkay, now get out of here,â says Mobius. âYouâve got a wedding to get to.â
Twenty minutes later, youâre wearing a simple white dress and standing with Loki in front of a time door, your hand clasped in his.
âTechnically, we donât have a supervisorâs approval for this,â you say with a wry smile.
He looks at you, eyes dancing with mirth. âI had Mobius sign off on the paperwork while you were getting ready.â
Your heart swells and your smile is so wide that you feel like your face might split in two. âThen hurry up and marry me, Laufeyson.â
He grins and tugs you through the time door.
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Male Yandere Lawyer x Female Embroider Reader (a lady who works as a tailor is fine too)
Imagine a man falling head over heels for that newly employed lady who hand embroiders beautiful handkerchiefs in a luxury shop he visits to get his custom suits! And he just trying to coax her into dating him, marrying him, and becoming his stay at home wife (and mother of his children eventually) đ„°đ€
Age difference? I need some DILF Daddy energy more in my life (but donât make him an actual fatherâŠyet)
P.S. I adore your OCs and writing. And your artwork is way too fucking good! Youâre art is just *chefâs kiss* infuckingcredible
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Ooh, you know what this reminds me of? I have a yaoi volume from Scarlet Beriko, âQueen and the tailorâ, about an interior designer that visits a legendary tailor whose suits will supposedly help you achieve success. The tailor turns out to be a scary looking, blunt man but nonetheless extremely talented. I liked the premise a lot, so itâs definitely interesting to try out a different perspective.
In this case I have the image of a patient, soft-spoken reader and a hurried, short tempered lawyer. Comically different but in a way that eventually works out, you know? Also thank you for the kind words!
Yandere!Lawyer x Embroiderer!Reader Headcanons
Featuring a Reader that is blissfully unaware the lawyer she just stared dating has their entire life together already sorted out.
Content: female reader, age gap, older yandere, obsessive behavior
Your eyes begin to hurt mildly, so you look out the window and blink repeatedly, trying to refresh your poor sight. Such detailed works always strain you terribly, but you love seeing the finished result. Others must, too, given your handkerchiefs are often sold out the very same day. Right before your needle pierces the silk canvas anew, the door opens with a burst and you jolt. An older man in a suit, arguing loudly over the phone. Heâs drumming his fingers over the counter, eyes darting around in search for an attendant. You know the type quite well, so you hurry over with the hoop still in your hand. âMight I help you with anything?â You mouth discreetly. He turns to you, stares for a couple of seconds, and promptly ends his call.
Out of all the places, he certainly didnât expect regretting his rusty, unpolished flirting skills in a luxury tailor shop. Yet here he is now, clumsily mumbling something about his new suit heâs come to pick up and wondering how to connect that with your number. The nameâs the easy part, as itâs neatly and conveniently printed out on the little badge pinned to your collar. Everything else, not so much. You excuse yourself and return moments later with his order. Shit. You tilt your head, confused by the delayed response, worrying whether you forgot something. Next time. Heâll figure it out for sure next time he comes here.
If thereâs one good thing about his career, itâs that his eyes have been trained to spot every detail. For example the embroidery hoop you gently held while speaking to him, so he knows exactly what his next custom order will be. Truth be told, he didnât anticipate your popularity and long waiting times, but a calculated raised tone with a sprinkle of intimidation has convinced the employee to assign him to you as earliest priority. Whether he can flirt remains to be seen, but arguing with others? Childâs play.
âThank you for coming again today.â You bow slightly and extend the gift bag. âAlthough, I must sayâŠIâve never seen you using these before. What has caused your sudden interest in handkerchiefs?â Rather bold of you to begin such conversations, but your curiosity is too great. No matter how hard you try, you canât imagine why a blunt, nonchalant man like him would abruptly become passionate about embroidery. A lover? You smile faintly at the idea. Whoever it is, theyâve taken quite the challenge upon themselves. The lawyer frowns at the inquiry. It seems youâre just as observant as him. Maybe this shall be the pretext he can finally cling onto. So he presents it in the factual truth youâd hear in a courthouse: itâs his excuse to see you. You raise your eyebrows in surprise. Well now, isnât it just silly? He couldâve simply asked. Buying countless expensive handmade items instead of plainly confessing his intentionsâŠHe stumbles, flustered. The same man whose ruthless reputation has even reached your humble ears is anxiously awaiting your response with a deep blush on his face.
The childlike innocence doesnât last long. Youâve agreed to date him and thatâs great, but heâs a man with little time that has known exactly what he wants for many years. When he laid his eyes on you he didnât imagine cheesy coffee dates as you discuss your favorite color and cautiously breach the topic of intimacy. Whatâs the point? Heâs already certain heâll spend the rest of his life with you. Skip the unnecessary steps. On the other hand, youâre not as cooperative as heâd wish. Truly, the tangible proof that opposites attract. Youâre always calm and take your time with everything. Itâs almost frustrating how easygoing you are. When asked when youâre moving in with him, you just smiled and wondered out loud what could be wrong with your small studio above the shop. Marriage? Good question, you never thought about it.
Oh, the irony. Last time a client was being particularly difficult, your lawyer boyfriend pulled him out by the collar under the mortified stares of the other attendants and shoppers. The exact attitude he himself wouldâve shown before, yet this time itâs different. Of course it is, it involves you. His thin patience runs out if itâs you. Thatâs all there is to it. Can you blame a man for following his heart? They say you should always chase your dreams; he prefers hunting them down efficiently, and the shotgun is pointed in your direction. His sweet, exquisite prey he can never get enough of.
Finally you agree to move in with him. Your hesitation was maddening and heâd started coming up with downright psychotic alternatives to convince you, such as your studio burning down after a vicious attack of some unknown hooligans. So it was rather wise of you not to push someone that knows the law like the back of his hand, even if you arenât aware of it yet. He enthusiastically guides you around your new forever home, omitting unimportant details. The spare office he emptied for a future nursery? Youâll get to that later.
He canât wait to spoil you. See, thatâs the advantage of dating an older man. Heâs gotten his life sorted out a long time ago. All that was left was finding you. You just need to be a darling and behave. He knows you will. After all, youâre his talented little embroideress that wonât have to worry about anything else ever again.
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How to gain followers as an influencer according to your Midheaven
Aries MC:
These influencers are blunt and say whatever that comes to mind. They have a confident aura to themselves and a lot of people gravitate towards them because of how infectious their personality is. Aries MC as influencers are competitive, bold, and outgoing. They also can have a cute and bubbly nature due to Aries being the youngest of the zodiac signs. In order to gain followers or success an influencer - speak your mind. Post pictures of yourself in the gym, dancing, or playing sports, Aries are known for their athleticism and people admire the amount of energy they possess. Aries MC do best in their career as an influencer when they are energetic and thriving in life. Their following might go down if they talk about losing or show a significant change of attitude in their content such as accepting defeat. Fans can emphasize with them if they open up about trauma and abuse.
Loren Grayâs most viral video is when she transitioned from blonde to brown hair. Making bold choices such as a change in hair color, makeup, or fashion style will attract more attention.
(Ex: Tana Mongeau, Loren Gray, Lisa)
Taurus MC:
The misconception of Taurus MCs is that they are always perceived as classy or being ârefinedâ in their aesthetic. When the most famous Taurus MCs influencers are the exact opposite. They have this âuntouchableâ essence to them (âYo voy voy voyâ). Like those cool girls you pass by in the mall and never see again. They live a life of fun and luxury, their stories you always want to tune in because theyâre always doing something interesting. Taurus MCs need to give little by little, share your interests while also keep an air of mystery to yourself. They are the life of the party and you can often see them enjoying good food, alcohol, and/or on vacation. Taurus MCs can pull off slick buns, gold hoops, glossy lips, and tight clothing like no other as well. Unless they are showing off their riches and bragging, people will get bored of them. They donât want someone they can relate to, so these people often get put on a pedestal or people look up to them for motivation. Most likely to be the ones on somebody's vision board. People are turned off when they display arrogance and envy out of insecurity.
Alex Consaniâs most viral video of her is at a fancy restaurant singing âLifestyleâ by Young Thug.
(Ex: Alex Consani, Alexa Demie, Selena Gomez)
Gemini MC:
These girlies are some chatterboxes. They are similar to Aries MCs in a way when it comes to saying whatever they want but what they say often⊠doesnât make sense but also totally makes sense, yk? The girls that get it, get it, and the girls that donât, donât! Queens/kings of musically fr. Gemini MCs are good at being animated and cunning when creating content. They act really ditsy and lost but they are secretly very intelligent. To gain followers, just be WEIRD, but not weird as in it being forced to be unique and different. I mean weird as just being yourself - unfiltered. Imagine yourself at 10 years old and how annoying but funny they were then letting it out as an adult now that you have control of your life. Give your inner child that space to be creative and humorous without overthinking.
Trisha Paytas being a Gemini MC in her most viral videos. That is all.
(Ex: Trisha Paytas, Liza Koshy, Bella Hadid)
Cancer MC:
Ahh Cancer MCs, they just give mother, ykwim? Something about them is just so feminine and nurturing. If they are young in age, people are drawn to their girl/boy next door vibes. They often fit the beauty standard and are praised for their youthful features. They are way over romanticized sometimes and people have an unhealthy obsession with them. People often see Cancer MCs as overrated but honestly who cares? You are capable of gaining followers by making content with family members, at home, or honestly doing the bare minimum (this placement doesnât require much effort).
Ari Fletcher is famous for being the girlfriend of rapper G Herbo and mother of their son, Yosohn, she often posts videos of her and their son together.
(Ex: Charli Dâamelio, Ari Fletcher, ZoĂ« Kravitz)
Leo MC:
Divaaaas. Leo MCs just give celebrity through and through. They are probably some of the youngest influencers out there. These are the people who were in their bathroom making YouTube videos at 11 and getting over millions of views just for talking about their day at school. They could talk a lot of shit and people would just tune in for the gossip. They are hilarious and entertaining to watch. Always hated but could never be imitated. They are just that it girl/boy. Leo MCs gain attention for their voluminous hair, balanced features, and radiant style. The more they shine, the better. These people gain followers when they look the most glamorous and behave unapologetically themselves. Fun to hear them talk while drunk too. Might have to make a few apologies throughout their career but their fans are loyal and would never turn their back on them lol. âThey could never make me hate you ahhhđâ. Leo MCs live by the saying âonly god could cancel meâ, the feline that got 9 lives. Haters would even miss them if they died.
Bretman Rockâs viral contour video thatâs ⊠dare I say chaotic.
(Ex: Justine Skye, Bretman Rock, Doja Cat)
Virgo MC:
True natural beauty. These people probably started the âclean girlâ trend, they are so effortlessly perfect at everything they do. Top student of their class, successful in their career, etc. You name it. Virgo MCs are admired for their good reputation and clean image (or in another case, when their reputation goes to shit, they can salvage it by being clever and profiting it off themselves. Kim Kardashian became famous for being in a sex tape and ever since then sheâs been one of the biggest influencers in the entertainment industry). They gain followers for posting content of their everyday routine, cleaning habits, and comfortable but stylish wardrobe. These people lose attention when they are looking messy and dirty. Sometimes engaging in reckless behavior and not always being the âperfectâ girl people perceive them as can gain attention - good or bad. These people may have a harder time keeping up with the standards people enforce onto them and often face criticism more than others which could impact their mental as well as physical health.
(Ex: Yara Shahidi, Hailey Baldwin Bieber, Maya Jama)
Libra MC:
The ultimate beauty gurus omg! These are the best people to receive beauty tips from. Unfortunately, people could never look as pretty as them but they could at least learn tips that would help them enhance their appearance with makeup, skincare, etc. Libra MCs are the embodiment of beauty and style, they make the perfect influencers and a lot of them are very popular on social media. They know how to balance humor while being serious when giving advice, giving off big sister/brother vibes. The beauty standards they present could be unattainable, so they could receive both love and hate from others because they are not able to replicate them. These influencers are the type to set trends such as â#wonyoungismâ and what not. Wearing pink, using your artistic skills, and being an advocate for a cause you care about could attract more followers.
Jenna Marbles most famous video is ironically about âhow to trick people into thinking youâre good lookingâ.
(Ex: Jenna Marbles, Kylie Jenner, Michelle Phan)
Scorpio MC:
Sexy spooky gals. Scorpio MCs possess a beauty that is haunting to the mind, they are the bad girls/boys. They are daring by nature and their quirky personalities contrast with their sensual appearance. These placements could be former porn stars or be very popular on onlyfans (*cough cough* Mia Khalifa). They are often involved in scandals, dating rumors, and people view them as dramatic. Indulge in peopleâs fantasies and feed into others illusions. Emphasize your eyes by doing a smoker eyeliner look, contour your cheeks, and wearing a nude lip is a signature look for the Scorpio MCs. Wearing leather, revealing, or stripper type clothing and having tattoos is part of their grand appeal as well. Entertain your fans by engaging in harmless flirting and venting about your emotions.
Quenlin has been gaining popularity recently for being involved in a dating rumor that her, Billie Ellish, and Odessa are in a throuple after making a video together.
(Ex: Emma Chamberlain, Quenlin Blackwell, India Love)
Sagittarius MC:
The one everyone wishes to find. These people become the most searched in a matter of seconds. Everyone wants to know who they are, whatâs their name, and where are they from. Sagittarius MCs could be praised for their âexoticâ look or extravagant style. Wear clothing and jewelry from foreign countries, these people have to give off the vibe they just came back from vacation. They are often seen sporting tans and look good in âairport fashion". To gain followers, post content of videos of yourself talking in the car, traveling, going to the airport, being on vacation, driving to your favorite places, and/or speaking in foreign languages. Sagittarius MCs become famous âunintentionallyâ and they experience a lot of luck and success within their career. Being too stagnant could harm their success.
Cindy Kimberly went viral after Justin Bieber posted her on his instagram asking people who she was.
(Ex: Cindy Kimberly, Khloe Kardashian, Jenna Ortega)
Capricorn MC:
These mfers are always mewing. Patrick Bateman core. These are the business moguls, supermodels, and professional gamers. They are competitive and efficient when it comes to their work. They look great in black and have noticeable tattoos. Similar to Scorpio MCs with having a baddie image but instead of being just âbadâ, they give off mafia vibes. The sexy super villain thatâs hard to resist and secretly rooting for. People want to know how much money they make and what they did to achieve being rich (âsprinkle sprinkleâ). Capricorn MCs are appreciated for their dedication and hard work. People admire them most when they talk about their struggles and how they overcame obstacles to become successful. Although, if they are someone who benefits from nepotism, people could really despise them. Be the unbothered queen/king youâre meant to be and invest in yourself, remember your time and energy is valuable.
Rihannaâs most viral video is of her saying âshe could beat me but she could not beat my outfitâ during a speech.
(Ex: Vinnie Hacker, Rihanna, Kendall Jenner)
Aquarius MC:
The definition of social media stars. These are the innovators and trend starters. They are the reason influencers are so big now on the internet. Aquarius MCs gain popularity for their unique perspective and usage of technology (cameras, editing content, etc). They could post about tech, talking about interests from their fandom, doing Q&As, and having a close relationship with their fans. People admire how friendly and down to earth they are. Aquarius MCs lose followers when they are cold and distant. These people could wear just about anything but look best in a hoodie, sunglasses, and jeans. They are oh so casual chic.
Madison Beer went viral in her cover of Etta James when she was only 13, she showed gratitude to her fans in the comment section and was praised by Justin Bieber as well.
(Ex: Madison Beer, Jackie Aina, Dixie Dâamelio)
Pisces MC:
These people just spawned into existence. They are otherworldly in terms of appearance. Pisces MCs are quite strange when it comes to how they express themselves and people who are often misunderstood find comfort in these public figures. As influencers, their style has spiritual or mystical elements. They look like a fantasy character come to life and their makeup style can be quite bizarre. These people lose followers when they try to fit in and dim their light. They make a positive impact on others when they talk about acceptance and self love. Pisces MCsâ sexuality could be a hot topic as well and they might be very progressive with their views. These people could be psychic and are very intuitive in terms of the future.
Julia Foxâs most popular video is about how her son was born the same day her best friend who died (she also talked about how she came to her in a dream to tell her she was having a boy!)
(Ex: Julia Fox, Addison Rae, James Charles)
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