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Kingdom of Ash Chapter 55-56
Chapter; Highlights, Notes, Tags, etc.
The Thirteen were on edge. They hadn't yet decided where to go. And hadn't been invited to travel with the Crochans to any of their home-hearths. Even Glennis's.
None of them, however, had looked his way when they'd prowled past. None had recognized him.
Dorian had just completed another walking circuit in his little training area when Manon stalked by, silver hair flowing. He paused, no more than a wary Crochan sentinel, and watched her storm through snow and mud as if she were a blade through the world.
Manon had nearly passed his training area when she went rigid.
Slowly, she turned, nostrils flaring.
Those golden eyes swept over him, swift and cutting. Her brows twitched toward each other. Dorian only gave her a lazy grin in return.
Then she prowled toward him.
Another assessing stare. "I would have thought you'd pick a prettier form."
He frowned down at himself. "I think she's pretty enough."
Manon's mouth tightened. "I suppose this means you're about to go to Morath."
"Did I say anything of the sort?" He didn't bother sounding pleasant.
Manon took a step toward him, her teeth flashing. In this body, he stood shorter than her. He hated the thrill that shot through his blood as she leaned down to growl at him. "We have enough to deal with today, princeling."
"Do l look as if I'm standing in your way?" She opened her mouth, then shut it.
Dorian let out a low laugh and made to turn away. An iron-tipped hand gripped his arm.
Strange, for that hand to feel large on his body. Large, and not the slender, deadly thing he'd become accustomed to.
Her golden eyes blazed. "If you want a softhearted woman who will weep over hard choices and ultimately balk from them, then you're in the wrong bed."
"I'm not in anyone's bed right now." He hadn't gone to her tent any of these nights. Not since that conversation in Eyllwe.
She took the retort without so much as a flinch. "Your opinion doesn't matter to me."
"Then why are you standing here?"
Again, she opened and closed her mouth. Then snarled, "Change out of that form." Dorian smiled again. "Don't you have better things to do right now, Your Majesty?" He honestly thought she might unsheathe those iron teeth and rip out his throat.
Half of him wanted her to try. He even went so far as to run one of those phantom hands along her jaw.
"You think I don't know why you don't want me to go to Morath?"
"Tell me to stay," he said, and the words had no warmth, no kindness. "Tell me to stay with you, if that's what you want." His invisible fingers grew talons and scraped over her skin. Manon's throat bobbed. "But you won't say that, will you, Manon?" Her breathing turned jagged. He continued to stroke her neck, her jaw, her throat, caressing skin he'd tasted over and over. "Do you know why?"
"Because while you might be older, might be deadly in a thousand different ways, deep down, you're afraid. You don't know how to ask me to stay, because you're afraid of admitting to yourself that you want it. You're afraid. Of yourself more than anyone else in the world. You're afraid." For several heartbeats, she just stared at him.
Then she snarled, "You don't know what you're talking about," and stalked away.
His low laugh ripped after her. Her spine stiffened. But Manon did not turn back.
Afraid. Of admitting that she felt any sort of attachment.
It was preposterous.
And it was, perhaps, true.
But it was not her problem. Not right now.
Manon stormed through the readying camp where tents were being taken down and folded, hearths being packed. The Thirteen were with the wyverns, supplies stowed in saddlebags.
Some of the Crochans had frowned her way. Not with anger, but something like disappointment.
Discontent. As if they thought parting ways was a poor idea.
Manon refrained from saying she agreed.
Even if the Thirteen followed, the Crochans would find a way to lose them. Use their power to bind the wyverns long enough to disappear.
And she would not lower herself, lower the Thirteen, to become dogs chasing after their masters. They might be desperate for aid, might have promised it to their allies, but she would not debase herself any further.
Manon halted at Glennis's camp, the only hearth with a fire still burning. A fire that would always remain kindled.
A reminder of the promise she'd made to honor the Queen of Terrasen. A single, solitary flame against the cold.
Manon rubbed at her face as she slumped onto one of the rocks lining the hearth. A hand rested on her shoulder, warm and slight. She didn't bother to slap it away.
Glennis said, "We're departing in a few minutes. I thought l'd say good-bye."
Manon peered up at the ancient witch. "Fly well." It was really all there was left to say.
Manon's failure was not due to Glennis, not due to anyone but herself, she supposed.
You're afraid.
It was true. She had tried, but not really tried to win the Crochans. To let them see any part of her that meant something. To let them see what it had done to her, to learn she had a sister and that she had killed her. She didn't know how, and had never bothered to learn.
You're afraid.
Yes, she was. Of everything.
Glennis lowered her hand from Manon's shoulder.
"May your path carry you safely through war and back home at last."
She didn't feel like telling the crone there was no home for her, or the Thirteen.
Glennis turned her face toward the sky, sighing once. Then her white brows narrowed. Her nostrils flared. Manon leapt to her feet.
"Run," Glennis breathed. "Run now."
Manon drew Wind-Cleaver and did no such thing. "What is it?"
"They're here." How Glennis had scented them on the wind, Manon didn't care.
Not as three wyverns broke from the clouds, spearing for their camp.
She knew those wyverns, almost as well as she knew the three riders who sent the Crochans into a frenzy of motion.
The Matrons of the Ironteeth Witch-Clans had found them. And come to finish what Manon had started that day in Morath.
The three High Witches had come alone.
Rushing steps crunched through the icy snow, halting at Manon's side just as Dorian's scent wrapped around her. "Is thatâ"
"Yes," she said quietly, heart thundering as the Matrons dismounted and did not raise their hands in request for parley. No, they only stalked closer to the hearth, to the precious flame still burning. "Don't engage," Manon warned him and the others, and strode to meet them.
It was not the king's battle, no matter what power dwelled in his veins.
Glennis was already armed, an ancient sword in her withered hands. The woman was as old as the Yellowlegs Matron, yet she stood tall, facing the three High Witches.
Cresseida Blueblood spoke first, her eyes as cold as the iron-spiked crown digging into her freckled brow. "It has been an age, Glennis." But Glennis's stare, Manon realized, was not on the Blueblood Matron. Or even on Manon's own grandmother, her black robes billowing as she sneered at Manon.
It was on the Yellowlegs Matron, hunched and hateful between them. On the crown of stars atop the crone's thinned white hair.
Glennis's sword shook slightly. And just as Manon realized what the Matron had worn here,
Bronwen appeared at Glennis's side and breathed, "Rhiannon's crown."
Worn by the Yellowlegs Matron to mock these witches. To spit on them.
A dull roaring began in Manon's ears.
"What company you keep these days, granddaughter," said Manon's grandmother, her silver-streaked dark hair braided back from her face. A sign enough of their intentions, if her grandmother's hair was in that plait. Battle. Annihilation.
The weight of the three High Witches' attention pressed upon her. The Crochans gathered behind her shifted as they waited for her response.
Yet it was Glennis who snarled, in a voice Manon had not yet heard, "What is it that you want?"
Manon's grandmother smiled, revealing rust-flecked iron teeth. The true sign of her age. "You made a grave error, Manon Kin-Slayer, when you sought to turn our forces against us. When you sowed such lies amongst our sentinels regarding our plansâ my plans."
Manon kept her chin high. "I spoke only truth. And it must have frightened you enough that you gathered these two to hunt me down and prove your innocence in scheming against them."
The other two Matrons didn't so much as blink. Her grandmother's claws had to have sunk deep, then. Or they simply did not care.
"We came," Cresseida seethed, the opposite in so many ways of the daughter who had given Manon the chance to speak, "to at last rid us of a thorn in our sides."
Had Petrah been punished for letting Manon walk out of the Omega alive? Did the Blueblood Heir still breathe? Cresseida had once screamed in a mother's terror and pain when Petrah had nearly plunged to her death.
Did that love, so foreign and strange, still hold true? Or had duty and ancient hatred won out?
The thought was enough to steel Manon's spine. "You came because we pose a threat."
Because of the threat you pose to that monster you call grandmother.
"You came," Manon went on, Wind-Cleaver rising a fraction, "because you are afraid."
Manon took a step beyond Glennis, her sword lifting farther.
"You came," Manon said, "because you have no true power beyond what we give you.
And you are scared to death that we're about to take it away." Manon flipped Wind-Cleaver in her hand, angling the sword downward, and drew a line in the snow between them. "You came alone for that fear. That others might see what we are capable of. The truth that you have always sought to hide."
Her grandmother tutted. "Listen to you. Sounding just like a Crochan with that preachy nonsense."
Manon ignored her. Ignored her and pointed Wind-Cleaver directly at the Yellowlegs Matron as she snarled, "That is not your crown."
Something like hesitation rippled over Cresseida Blueblood's face. But the Yellowlegs Matron beckoned to Manon with iron nails so long they curved downward. "Then come and fetch it from me, traitor."
Manon stepped beyond the line she'd drawn in the snow.
No one spoke behind her. She wondered if any of them were breathing.
She had not won against her grandmother. Had barely survived, and only thanks to luck. That fight, she had been ready to meet her end. To say farewell.
Manon angled Wind-Cleaver upward, her heart a steady, raging beat.
She would not greet the Darkness's embrace today. But they would.
"This seems familiar," her grandmother drawled, legs shifting into attacking position.
The other two Matrons did the same. "The last Crochan Queen. Holding the line against us." Manon cracked her jaw, and iron teeth descended. A flex of her fingers had her iron nails unsheathing. "Not just a Crochan Queen this time."
There was doubt in Cresseida's blue eyes.
As if she'd realized what the other two Matrons had not.
Thereâit was there that Manon would strike first. The one who now wondered if they had somehow made a grave mistake in coming here.
A mistake that would cost them what they had come to protect.
A mistake that would cost them this war.
And their lives.
For Cresseida saw the steadiness of Manon's breathing. Saw the clear conviction in her eyes. Saw the lack of fear in her heart as Manon advanced another step.
Manon smiled at the Blueblood Matron as if to say yes.
"You did not kill me then," Manon said to her grandmother. "I do not think you will be able to now."
"We'll see about that," her grandmother hissed, and charged.
Manon was ready.
An upward swing of Wind-Cleaver met her grandmother's first two blows, and Manon ducked the third. Turning right into the onslaught of the Yellowlegs Matron, who swept up with unnatural speed, feet almost flying over the snow, and slashed for Manon's exposed back.
Manon deflected the crone's assault, sending the witch darting back. Just as Cresseida launched herself at Manon. Cresseida was not a trained fighter. Not as the Blackbeak and Yellowlegs Matrons were. Too many years spent reading entrails and scanning the stars for the answers to the Three-Faced Goddess's riddles.
A duck to the left had Manon easily evading the sweep of Cresseida's nails, and a countermove had Manon driving her elbow into the Blueblood Matron's nose.
Cresseida stumbled. The Yellowlegs Matron and her grandmother attacked again. So fast. Their three assaults had happened in the span of a few blinks. Manon kept her feet under her. Saw where one Matron moved and the other left a dangerous gap exposed.
She was not a broken-spirited Wing Leader unsure of her place in the world.
She was not ashamed of the truth before her.
She was not afraid.
Manon's grandmother led the attack, her maneuvers the deadliest. It was from her that the first slice of pain appeared. A rip of iron nails through Manon's shoulder. But Manon swung her sword, again and again, iron on steel ringing out across the icy peaks.
No, she was not afraid at all.
Around him, the Crochans thrummed with fear and dread. Either for the fight unfolding or the three Matrons who had found them.
But Glennis did not tremble. At her side Bronwen hummed with the energy of one eager to leap into the fight.
Manon and the High Witches sprang apart, breathing heavily. Blue blood leaked down Manon's shoulder, and small slices peppered the three Matrons.
Manon still remained on the far side of the line she'd drawn. Still held it.
The dark-haired witch in voluminous black robes spat blue blood onto the snow. Manon's grandmother. "Pathetic. As pathetic as your mother." A sneer toward Glennis. "And your father."
The snarl that ripped from Manon's throat rang across the mountains themselves.
Her grandmother let out a crow's caw of a laugh. "Is that all you can do, then? Snarl like a dog and swing your sword like some human filth? We will wear you down eventually. Better to kneel now and die with some honor intact." Manon only flung out an iron-tipped hand behind her, fingers splaying in demand as her eyes remained fixed on the Matrons.
Dorian reached for Damaris, but Bronwen moved first.
The Crochan tossed her sword, steel flashing over snow and sun.
Manon's fingers closed on the hilt, the blade singing as she whipped it around to face the High Witches again. "Rhiannon Crochan held the gates for three days and three nights, and she did not kneel before you, even at the end." A slash of a smile. "I think I shall do the same." Dorian could have sworn the sacred flame burning to their left flared brighter. Could have sworn Glennis sucked in a breath. That every Crochan watching did the same.
Manon's knees bent, swords rising. "Let us finish what was started then, too." She attacked, blades flashing.
Her grandmother conceded step after step, the other two Matrons failing to break past her defenses.
Gone was the witch who had slept and wished for death. Gone was the witch who had raged at the truth that had torn her to shreds.
And in her place, fighting as if she were the very wind, unfaltering against the Matrons, stood someone Dorian had not yet met.
Stood a queen of two peoples.
Yielding only those few steps, and nothing more.
Because Manon with conviction in her heart, with utter fearlessness in her eyes, was wholly unstoppable.
The other two witches had fallen back, as if waiting to see what might happen.
But she yielded no further ground. A wall against which the Yellowlegs Matron could not advance. The crone let out a snarl, attacking again and again, senseless and raging.
Dorian saw the trap the moment it happened.
No one seemed to breathe at all as Manon plunged Bronwen's sword into the icy earth beneath and bent to take the crown of stars from the Yellowlegs witch's fallen head.
He had never seen a crown like it.
A living, glowing thing that glittered in her hand. As if nine stars had been plucked from the heavens and set to shine along the simple silver band.
The crown's light danced over Manon's face as she lifted it above her head and set it upon her unbound white hair.
Even the mountain wind stopped.
Yet a phantom breeze shifted the strands of Manon's hair as the crown glowed bright, the white stars shining with cores of cobalt and ruby and amethyst.
As if it had been asleep for a long, long time. And now awoke.
That phantom wind pulled Manon's hair to the side, silver strands brushing across her face.
And beside him, around him, the Thirteen touched two fingers to their brow in deference.
In allegiance to the queen who stared down the two remaining High Witches.
The Crochan Queen, crowned anew.
The sacred fire leaped and danced, as if in joyous welcome.
"Go."
The Blueblood witch blinked, eyes wide with what could only be fear and dread.
Manon jerked her chin toward the wyvern waiting behind the witch. "Tell your daughter all debts between us are paid. And she may decide what to do with you. Take that other wyvern out of here."
Spared by the Crochan Queen on behalf of the daughter who had given Manon the gift of speaking to the Ironteeth.
Within seconds, the Blueblood Matron was in the skies, the Yellowlegs witch's wyvern soaring beside her.
Leaving Manon's grandmother alone.
Leaving Manon with swords raised and a crown of stars glowing upon her brow.
Manon was glowing, as if the stars atop her head pulsed through her body. A wondrous and mighty beauty, like no other in the world. Like no one had ever been, or would be again.
And slowly, as if savoring each step, Manon stalked toward her grandmother.
Warm, dancing light flowed through her, as unfaltering as what had poured into her heart these past few bloody minutes.
She did not balk. Did not fear.
The crown's weight was slight, like it had been crafted of moonlight. Yet its joyous strength was a song, undimming before the sole High Witch left standing.
So Manon kept walking.
She left Bronwen's sword a few feet away.
Left Wind-Cleaver several feet past that.
Iron nails out, teeth ready, Manon paused barely five steps from her grandmother.
A hateful, wasted scrap of existence. That's what her grandmother was.
She had never realized how much shorter the Matron stood. How narrow her shoulders were, or how the years of rage and hate had withered her.
Manon's smile grew. And she could have sworn she felt two people standing at her shoulder.
She knew no one would be there if she looked. Knew no one else could see them, sense them, standing with her. Standing with their daughter against the witch who had destroyed them.
Her grandmother spat on the ground, baring her rusted teeth.
This death, though ...
It was not her death to claim.
It did not belong to the parents whose spirits lingered at her side, who might have been there all along, leading her toward this. Who had not left her, even with death separating them.
No, it did not belong to them, either.
She looked behind her. Toward the Second waiting beside Dorian.
Tears slid down Asterin's face. Of pride- pride and relief.
Manon beckoned to Asterin with an iron- tipped hand.
Manon raised a hand. "Let her go."
When there was no trace of the Matrons left but blue blood and a headless corpse staining the snow, Manon turned toward the Crochans.
Their eyes were wide, but they made no move.
The Thirteen remained where they were, Dorian with them.
Manon scooped up both swords, sheathing Wind-Cleaver across her back, and stalked toward where Glennis and Bronwen stood, monitoring her every breath.
Wordlessly, Manon handed Bronwen her sword, nodding in thanks.
Then she removed the crown of stars and extended it toward Glennis. "This belongs to you," she said, her voice low.
The Crochans murmured, shifting.
Glennis took the crown, and the stars dimmed. A small smile graced the crone's face.
"No," she said, "it does not."
Manon didn't move as Glennis lifted the crown and set it again on Manon's head.
Then the ancient witch knelt in the snow.
"What was stolen has been restored; what was lost has come home again. I hail thee, Manon Crochan, Queen of Witches."
Manon stood fast against the tremor that threatened to buckle her legs.
Stood fast as the other Crochans, Bronwen with them, dropped to a knee. Dorian, standing amongst them, smiled, brighter and freer than she'd ever seen.
And then the Thirteen knelt, two fingers going to their brows as they bowed their heads, fierce pride lighting their faces.
"Queen of Witches," Crochan and Blackbeak declared as one voice.
As one people.
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#smth about this image#the hopeless rage in his eyes#he knows he's powerless but he can't help being so angry about the situation#because it's not fair#he didn't do anything to the world so why is it so cruel to him and his family#what has he done to deserve this#and how half his face is covered by the shadows so you can barely see his expression#but it still comes out so CLEAR#you can see the glistening of tears too#how red and puffy his eyes are from crying every night where no one can see or hear him#and how tense his jaw is#how furrowed his brows are#like he's holding back every vile thought he wants to scream into the world#because he doesn't deserve this#none of them do#jonathan byers#charlie heaton#stranger things#mb i shouldnât have put all this in the tags lmao#jonathanbyersneedsabreak#jonathanbyersdeservesbetter#pin
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shaking of leaves by into it over it is genuinely one of the top songs of all time
#the sun is setting later which is a shock because i was too bruised up to celebrate the winter solstice this year#i got lasik surgery just to start a staring contest with the sun. two of my names mispronounced in a row by the butchers. i can still see#arithmetic as construction in space and geometry as construction in time. follow two parallel lines until they meet.#piazza stairs in the sun drinking aloe lychee juice watching young and beautiful people talk about money. notice the small fine lines#forming at the corners of their lips between their brows the sides of their eyes. what is representable for you is necessarily what there#is. subjective necessity transfer to objective necessity. why is this compelling? why are you compelling? would you like to kiss#by the river? would you like to walk 30 minutes to broadway so we can kiss by the river? ar 3Âł#ive learned a lot about turner's watercolours but i havent said enough about the ways neurons dance together. about the way all of it is a#process without emotion and how that makes it beautiful. chipped nailpolish on his nails and dark circles under his eyes and a smile that#says i have learned to study the nature of the mind and how intuitions form reality and i no longer want to die. instead of taking#that horrible fall he reads kant to himself and he reads her to sleep and he reads my horrible jokes.#dont think like a psychologist and dont write like a philosopher. dont do maths like a physicist.#ironically read the science of logic. ironically a caffeine adict. ironically drink steriliser for its 74% alcohol solution.#ironically a 1:1 student. there are birds hanging in the archives. orions belt over the red glow of a very normal house.#each time i walk home the stars are brighter. i hope you are brighter too. i hope i am brighter too. i am going to win#that staring contest with the sun.#[i drafted this post on jan30 and forgot abt it]
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i didn't keep track of how long I spent coloring the scars and skin here as I work on this pic, but probably at least an hour...
#wipnadiart#i think the funniest part about windowverse kaine being blind in his left eye is that it is Completely Unrelated to the burn scars#that side of his face is just super fucked up#even the ear đ#am not actually 100% on how a cataract should look because if you google ''cataract'' it's all optometry photos#oh nope that's how it looks#alright đ#left eye cataract is from being on prednisone when he was younger + ''Periocular Trauma''#part of why the finger outlines are like that on this scar btw is that it's multiple marks overlapped over time#the little nick on his forehead is a scar from a regular cut lol idk when or what but just. a cut.#the scar on his chin and the gnarly one peeking out under his collar is from esme ripping his throat out with her fangs#the smallish roundish scars are from lesions from ''clone degeneration'' aka autoimmune disease#the little dots are just scabs from him skinpicking and the blood is from compulsive lip-biting#the missing piece from his ear is also from lesions. it just kinda... ate through his ear there...#his eyelid and eyebrow are droopy is from prof. warren shattering his brow bone with a wrench#iirc the same time he fucked up his nose
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last one for the night!
also under the cut for those who would rather only experience helmeted lucky: the man himself, or at the very least, his template
#oc: tegan ''lucky'' holloway#in order from oldest to most recent! i had one concept for him and that was pretty boy. the prettiest boy i could think of#ykwim like. soft lookin hair. thick brows but also eyelashes. ykwim#tegan actually having a face is both a) important for a multitude of reasons but also b) the source of conflict as his story progresses#bc like. lucky wakes up an entirely new person; he's surprised and then eager to be alive and there's so much to discover isn't there??#and he doesn't mind having a face bc why would he? he's alive where he wasn't before and it's all so novel to him#the cool motorcycle helmet is just a bonus#but then you have this very pushy guy who keeps Insisting that you'll come around tegan. this amnesia won't last forever.#i brought you back right i did it right i just need time for the results to show#and slowly the prospect of wearing this dead man's face while his brother keeps insisting that you're him becomes more n more uncomfortable#and that's when the helmet becomes your face. you don't want the prickle at the base of your neck that you get#locking eyes with this dead guy who you're supposed to be every time you pass a reflective surface#because you're not tegan! you'd know if you were tegan and you Aren't. tegan is dead#what you are is someone new and different. you are lucky to be alive. you're just lucky#and this other man's grief is moving to you bc of course it is! there is anguish and anger and denial in his eyes every time he looks at u!#but you aren't his brother. you can't be. tegan's dead#it is SO late i'm going to cut myself off here lol
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demar bam and jabari all thinking the same thing
#deebo: đ€š#bam: đŹđđ#jabari: devious lip bite smile#see.. listen. i dont get whats so funny mr smith.#see now i understand why bam and deebo can be so affronted by this accurate atrocity#but you have no room to be cheesin#out of this whole court even with paul george considered#you have no permission to smile.#'jabari tonight. thoughts?' i have no thoughts. only demands. only demons#not even trying to hide it he's so devious#demar is so funny#he was gifted with gorgeous brows and damn it if hes not gonna use them#bam and him were judging people so hard this allstar#i love that for them#giannis's winner winner chicken dinner :] allstar award speech and them two in the back side eyeing#this was their mental health retreat where they let the evil out#deebo then turns to stare at the camera like abbott elementary#randle about to make his son cry
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my power grows every time someone compliments me drawing peter with big brown doe eyes or a big nose or thick eyebrows etc.
but also, more seriously, i appreciate those compliments a lot (not just for peter but my own characters as well) cause i always appreciate seeing love for those features and i want to show my own love for those features because i also think they are beautiful, so it's nice when someone says nice things about them...
when i get compliments about peter's dark eyes or qela's unibrow it makes me very happy because, not to be sappy or anything đ but i am always putting little bits of myself into everything i make, and i may not be so self-conscious about my own little mini unibrow or whatever but it's not exactly something you see complimented or treated as potentially attractive in (american, at least) media very often đ so i really appreciate the positivity even for the things i don't expect people to compliment
#also hand compliments but that's just cause even tho i like hands they're hard to draw đ#nadia rambles#i actually draw peter with a very similar nose as some of my own family though not exactly the same shape#my own nose is not that distinguished though đ but i do got those brows#that's part of why miqela has a unibrow lol - peter is a mix of comics reference and spite đđ#that's why i make his hair and eyes so dark lmfaooo#i do get a little self conscious drawing him though cause by default it's very similar to drawing myself#so i often end up reining in my tendencies to draw eyebrow nose bridge hair đ
#but also i can point at andrew garfield and say ''he has that too!'' so. you know. he's why i draw peter's neck like that#(weird compliment?) i think he has a really beautiful neck so i like drawing peter with that#rambling đ anyway thanks random people online i appreciate you guys#i don't think the way i draw peter ACTUALLY looks like me but there's no denying the details i draw from experience lol
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Madam Gojo - G.S.
Synopsis. Gojo Satoru, the strongest clan leader in all of Japan - and the most dangerous, too. You, rejected by the elders, and totally not his future bride, right? Right?
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, clan leader! Gojo, arranged marriage, Satoru is a little (very) INSANE and down bad, the elders are awful, oral (fem receiving), use of âmadamâ, unprotected, crĂ©ampie, knĂves, overstĂm, fĂ©ral Satoru, heinous things, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 4.9k
A/N. I need clan leader Gojo SO bad you guys donât understand.
They say that the head of the Gojo clan is the one person who could burn down this entire world and get away with it, too.Â
The youngest of all the clan leaders - and the most infamous - a man who keeps his friends close, and his enemies even closer. Enough so that youâve heard whispers of his cruelty at every nook and cranny of those stuffy social functions your family has dragged you to. And it was more than enough to paint a picture of such terrifying power.
Of a sharp blade and an even sharper mouth. Of an angelic figure that left no evidence, nor anyone to tell the tale - only the final, hauntingly beautiful image of cloudy white hair, and electric blue eyes.
Eyes that were currently locked with yours, and didnât seem like theyâd stop any time soon. Dangerous. Magnetic. Twinkling with such odd amusement from across the long tatami room.Â
Gojo Satoru, the head of the Gojo clan - your future husband.
âTch, the Kamo girlâs family had a much better reputation than this one.â
Ah, right. How could you forget?
You shift awkwardly on the mat, managing to rip your eyes over to the line of elders behind Gojo, whispering just loud enough that youâd hear - and, of course, remember once more that no, the marriage proposal hasnât been approved just yet.
And considering those disapproving glares youâd been so warmly welcomed with, it seemed that they were well and fully intent on keeping it that way.
âI can assure you,â you fight to keep the polite smile plastered on your face, painful and slowly cracking with each passing second being interrogated. âMy family is well-respected in the community.â Eyes snapping over to a silent Gojo, skin burning at his intensity. âVery well respected.â
âCome now. Weâre just saying.â Another voice speaks up, strained and tinged with a venomous tone you knew didnât bode well. âYour lineage isnât exactly illustrious, is it?â
The emphasis on âillustriousâ isnât lost on you, and itâs so fucking dramatic than you think you could almost laugh. Apparently, a few of the elders think so, too - because theyâre positively seething at the sight.
Muttering an icy, âSomething funny, dear?â
âNothing at all.â you bite back any insults, sifting around the contents of your untouched dinner - the last thing on your mind right now when it seemed like you were the main scrutiny tonight. âAbsolutely nothing.â
âSuch attitude!â That offended croak is met with murmured agreements and nods from the end of the room, âThe madam of the Gojo household must be demure- I told the young master we should go with the Kamo girl.â
God, why did you agree to this again? Something about strengthening your family ties? You felt sorry for the poor soul whoâd end up marrying Gojo, because no matter how much beauty or power he held, it certainly wouldnât make up for this.Â
Scoffing, the words falling from your lips faster than you could register them. âThen why didnât he?â
And this little question somehow seemed to have struck a nerve - multiple, in fact, as you watch in morbid fascination as the elders visibly bristle.Â
âB-because-â one sends a hasty glance at their stone-faced clan leader, flushing at his still-unwavering gaze on you. âYou- It doesnât matter. Someone like you isnât suited to marry-â
âRight, because this clan is that great.â
You freeze. The elders freeze. It seems like everyone in the world freezes except for Gojo - who only raises his brow. Letting your words hang in the air like a foul stench, studying just how awfully youâre digging your grave deeper in this hellish marriage meeting.
Eventually, the elder closest to Gojoâs right mutters a painfully saccharine sweet, âI knew we shouldnât have let the riff-raff participate.â
And oh it was like a dam burst open.
â-out of the thousands of girls, for someone like master-â
âThe scandal, too- imagine letting the Gojo name fall this far-â
âIsnât worthy. Canât let the bloodline be carried by some whor-â
Youâre on your feet before you realize it. Whirling at the elders head-on, and if looks could kill then all those old fossils would be six feet under and their graves a dance floor for you already.Â
Fists clenched, you spit, âIf heâs so wonderful then you all can marry this oh-so-great bastard yourself-â
Oh. Youâve done it now.
You were fucked. You were so very, very fucked.Â
You donât even bother to meet Gojoâs stare, instead wondering whether youâd be able to outrun the strongest clan leader alive. Sure, you could take those old toads but-
âSit.â
Your heart leaps at the voice, the first time youâre hearing it since entering this room - deep, almost-melodic, and for a second you donât even recognize who it came from. Not until Gojoâs flashing you a mirthful grin, blue yukata shifting as he moves to sit cross-legged, âSit.â
Oh, God, you didnât know of any torture methods one could do while sitting - but you didnât doubt that Gojo was an expert in all of them.Â
And as your knees buckle, sinking ever-so-slowly to sit back down on the floor, Gojo tilts his head in confusion. Brows scrunching together as he gestures downwards.
âOn yourâŠlap?â You question, as if the answer wasnât glaringly obvious.Â
The only response you get is a careless nod, Gojo spreading his knees further as if to prove his point. No care or concern as he plows on, âIf youâd like, of course.â
Itâs a silent staredown - you, and him - and the elders watching jaw-dropped, of course. None of you have ever known the young master to let anyone get this close - let alone give them a decision on, well, anything.
.Â
A weighty beat passes. One. Two.Â
He wins.
And you find yourself walking unsteadily towards Gojoâs imposing figure, all eyes on you as you plop down unceremoniously in his waiting lap. Warm - and it catches you off guard. Gaze flickering over his broad shoulder to look at the aghast faces behind you. Tension crackling in the air as they wonder the same thing as you at this very moment - just what type of torture method is this?Â
âInterestingâŠI need this one.â You blink up in confusion, heart racing and oh- shit, when did he get so close? But Gojoâs chest only rumbles with laughter. Circling his long fingers around your waist, pulling you flush against his sculpted chest, âAs the new madam of the Gojo household.â
What?Â
The elders behind let out stifled gasps, as bewildered as you were. And you swear you saw one faint, though, you donât get to take a close look, because Gojoâs gently grabbing your chin, tilting your head up at his pretty face.Â
âWanâ me to kill them?â
âKill- why?â you sputter - both from his idea and the heat of his proximity.Â
âWhy not?â He looks at you through his long lashes, so deceivingly innocent that it makes your head spin. Tone so light, as if he was talking about something trivial like the weather. âAn early wedding gift, maybe?â And he sounded like he was joking - you wished he was joking. But you knew better.Â
So you swallow thickly, âN-noâŠthank you.â
At this, Gojoâs eyes twinkle. âYeah, real interesting.â he coos, voice so uncharacteristically playful. And his lips are so close - too close. Running a thumb along your bottom lip, âGorgeous, too. Tell me, pretty, what do you think of ruling over this trash?â
And you could feel every eye on you as you mull over the question. Weighty. Scrutinizing - except for Gojo who seemed like he was hanging onto your every word.Â
Hell, might as well give âem a few heart attacks right?
Words that never come - because your body moves before your mind. And youâve got one hand gripping his expensive Yukata, the other scrambling for his broad shoulders. Softening the blow as you crash your lips onto his.
Soft - itâs the first thing you register. Followed very shortly by the taste of those cheap lollipops from those local convenience stores you loved - strawberry, you think.
But you donât get to confirm, because the kiss is over as soon as it happens.
Gojoâs pulling away with a strange light in his eyes, lips flushed a pretty pink, yukata dangling off his shoulder already. You have to train your eyes away from the milky skin, and over to the elders. Yeah, one really had fainted - three, now, actually.Â
And only one of them is brave enough to pipe up a rapid, âYou- how dare you dirty-â
Thud!
It all happens so fast youâre not sure if your eyes are playing tricks on you. In a split second, thereâs a long dagger pulled out from his yukata, embedded deep into the tatami mat - not even an inch away from the elder whoâd opened his mouth.Â
âOut.âÂ
Itâs so abrupt that for a second, you think Gojoâs talking to you, voice soft, and so so eerie. It sends shivers down your spine as you raise your eyes to look at his glare at the frozen crowd behind him.
Eyes wide, aura menacing - a grin gracing his features, absolutely nothing like the one heâd sent you - it was something so dangerous and cold. The temperature in the room dropping about ten degrees as he mutters, âI wonât say it twice.â
And immediately, itâs chaos. Each one stumbling over the other to run out the sliding doors first, none of them daring to look you in the eyes now.Â
âO-of course, master.â the leader, seemingly, chokes out. One foot out the room already, âIâll um- check that the servants are doing their work-â
âNo. You all will stand outside.â Gojo murmurs, not even bothering to look at them. Instead, cupping your face closer towards his, âAnd close the door.â
That door could not have been shut faster, ringing in the tense silence. And suddenly youâre too-aware of the audience outside. Too-aware of being left alone withâŠyour future husband? And the way he was looking down at you with something so dark in his eyes.
âSoâŠâ he runs his nose down your neck, breathing in your scent. âIf you donât want me to kill those bastardsâŠwhat else must I gift you, my wife?âÂ
âLike what?â You gulp, back arching involuntarily into him.Â
Gojo laughs at the reaction, teeth ghosting over your racing pulse. âAn estate?â Dancing ever-so-slowly, up your jaw, âAll the cars you could want?â He blows gently in your ear, chuckling as you yelp in surprise. âMaybe jewelry?â Kissing the tips of your ears, âYouâd look gorgeous in blue. And the Zenin clan has the perfect necklaces I canâŠconvince them to send over.â He pulls away, taking you in entirely, âOr maybe-â Lips now ghosting yours. â-something else?â
And then heâs kissing you - and youâre kissing him.Â
You donât know who leans in first, just that Gojoâs lips were so sweet on yours. So addictive. Palms cradling your face so softly, while his lips were anything but.Â
âOpen your mouth, pretty.â he pants into your lips. âKiss your husband properly, now.â
Shit, you barely even realize the way youâre listening to every single word he says. Jaw falling slack to let him lick at the seam of your lips. Such a messy clash of teeth and spit and him - so hot and starved. Like he couldnât get enough with the way he hastily moves to press wet, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw.Â
âSatoru-â you gasp, and he nips lightly at your bottom lip once you immediately shut yourself up because shit, youâre getting ahead of yourself. Calling the clan leader Gojo by his first name? Hell, youâll see the gates of heaven before you see an altar.Â
But Gojo himself seems to think the complete opposite. âDonât get all shy now.â he pries away the hand covering your mouth. âCall me âToruâ.â
You stare at him, wide-eyed, trying to will yourself to say this little nickname.
Too slow, apparently. Because his hands are suddenly everywhere - on your breasts, your hips, giving your ass a slow squeeze. âT-Toru-â you squeal.Â
Gojoâs mouth drops into a soft oh! Immediately surging forward as if to claim your lips again - stopping mere millimeters from your lips with a pained grunt. Like it killed him to stay away.Â
âSee? Jusâ like that.â he angles your head just right, before spitting, once. Twice. Right into your pretty mouth. âNâ now youâre mine.â
And fuck if Gojo wasnât going to prove it.
Heâs laying you down on the mat, fumbling with the ties of your yukata, âMine to wed. Mine to carry my legacy.â Thumb running over your hardened nipples as he urgently unbuckles your bra, throwing it behind god-knows-where. âMine to-â Biting down, ever-so-lightly on your nipple, â-worship.â Hands dipping lower, and lower - just barely teasing the hem of your drenched panties. âMine to ruin.â
You donât know what youâre reeling more from - maybe from those words, which youâre sure he said loud enough for the elders outside to hear.
Maybe from the way heâs sliding a finger underneath your panties, sliding it up and down your puffy folds. Making you arch into him like such a slut as he pools your sweet sweet juices on his fingertips, popping them into his mouth with a low groan.Â
âOh. Fuck. Oh, fuck-â Gojoâs eyes roll to the back of his head. Not wasting a second before ripping off your flimsy panties, tucking them away into the waistband of his yukata. âSweeter than I imagined.â
âS-so filthy-â you mewl, as he spreads your shaky thighs. Lips wobbling pathetically at how heâs admiring your glistening cunt. âToru, no oneâs everâŠâ
At this, his eyes are back on yours now. Half-lidded, pupilâs blown - and you donât think youâve ever even heard of the leader of the Gojo clan being so out of it, let alone see it first-hand. His voice strained as he breathes out a barely audible, âShit- really? So thenâŠâ Heâs moving to lick lewd little circles on your inner thigh, â...your husbandâs gotta make this memorable, right?â
Gojo doesnât give the time to even think about answering - he doesnât trust that he has the fucking sanity to wait that long. Because youâre so pretty splayed out like this for him. Your moans too sweet. Your cunt too tempting. Too his.Â
So, really, you canât blame him when heâs plunging nose-deep into your quivering pussy, licking one, long stripe right up your swollen folds. And fuck the cute lilâ whines escaping your lips are so addictive that Gojo just canât help but do it again. And again. And again and-
âO-oh my god, ngh- feels too good-â you card your fingers through his soft locks - something that would usually result in a lost hand or two. But for you - anything, for you. âMore, Toru.â
Shit, if Gojo thought heâd lost his sanity before then he definitely wasnât ready for this.Â
âSo needy.â heâs chuckling into your glistening folds. One hand throwing your legs over his shoulders, the other thumbing over your needy clit. âSo perfect. Canât believe no oneâs ever hah- eaten out this pretty cunt before.â
Immediately, heâs squeezing his hot tongue past your folds. And itâs all you can do to buck your hips up so sluttily when he licks at your sloppy entrance. Your throbbing clit. Anywhere and everywhere Gojo could reach.
âHngh- yes yes yes, too good.â
âYeah? Ya like this?â He moves his fingers down from your already-ravaged clit, circling your sopping wet hole. âYa like making such a mess on mâtongue?â
âW-wha-â The words get caught in your throat as you whirl down at the sight below you - Gojo. Gojo, with strands of white hair sticking to his forehead, eyes so glassy. Gojo, tongue lapping at your sweet juices, looking like he wanted to devour you with his eyes, as much as his mouth.Â
At your reaction, he grins, furrowing his brow in mock-concern, âWhatâs wrong, pretty? Canât talk?â Bullying his long fingers past that first feeble ring of resistance, massaging your plushy walls. âNâ you were so hah- feisty earlier. Thought my new mmpf- wife would be mouthy?â
You give his hair a warning tug, whispering, âSh-shut up-â But it comes out more breathless than you intended.Â
Gojo notices, of course he does. Because heâs letting out a whiny, âSh-shut up.â Wrapping his pretty pink lips around your pulsing clit, âAs you wish, madam Gojo.â
You hear a dull thud from outside, but you canât even think about turning your head to look because Gojoâs drinking you in like a man possessed. Pumping his fingers in and out, expertly hitting that one spot with each and every thrust. Looking nothing like an infamous clan-leader and every bit on cloud nine as he rolls his tongue over your clit. Over and over and-
âP-please ah- oh-â you squirm.
âMove your hips like that. Yeah- jusâ like that, pretty- fuck-â The most powerful man in the country letting himself be angled and pulled as you pleased, grunting each time you drag your pussy all over his mouth. Fingers frenzied on your clit - sloppy. Fast.Â
But it still wasnât enough for Gojo - he thinks itâll probably never be. But thatâs fine - the two of you have until the wedding night to perfect it, right?
So heâs looping a big arm around one leg, pulling your snug cunt impossibly closer, reaching over to toy with your pretty clit. And then heâs nose-deep in your sloppy entrance, preparing you for what was to come - fucking you both on his tongue and his fingers.Â
Jaw grinding deeper, stretching you out, thrusting in and out in and out in and-
âFuck fuck fuck- Toru mâsoâŠâ
âClose?â he slurs into your cunt, grunting and smacking his lips against your own. Fingers just digging into your hips, sure to leave pretty little marks for him to admire later - and to give a message to those old toads outside. âCum fâme. Shit- cum fâme, pretty.â
Gojo realizes it before you when youâre finally cumming - because your gummy walls are squeezing around him so tight that itâs almost difficult fuck you through your high the way he wants.Â
Youâre shaking. Blood roaring in your ears, vision spotty. Crying out a hoarse, âFuck fuck fuck- oh my god, Toru-â Barely even realizing the way youâre rocking your hips so hard into his hot mouth.Â
And Gojo keeps going.Â
Even when youâre blinking your vision back, big fat tears pricking your eyes at the sheer overstimulation. Even when white-hot electricity sparks behind your eyes each flick of his tongue. Still toying with your poor clit, tonguefucking you so messily.Â
âToru, sâtoo- ngh- much- fuck.â You can barely get the words out, jolting. Wondering how the fuck his mouth wasnât tired, yet - how his fingers werenât cramping up, tongue still as greedy as ever. âC-canât-â
âYou can. You will.â heâs murmuring into your cunt. Running his mouth now, like he was drunk off your pussy. Words as fast and ragged as his tongue. âCâmon, faster. Harder. Fuck-â you flinch as he spits out little profanities into your messy cunt. âFuckin use me. Use me like the good lilâ wife you are.â
âOh- shit.â you whine. Clawing at the mats, Gojoâs hair, his shoulders - just anything to cope with the sheer stimulation as he made out with your pussy like a mad man. âWait- cum- mâgonnaâŠâ
Youâre cumming and cumming all over again. So hard, even as you grind your hips deeper into Gojoâs mouth. Riding out your orgasm on his pretty face, so painfully good.Â
And only then is he finally pulling away. Absolutely wrecked, eyes miles away already, mouth glistening with your slick. Going all the way down his jawline, and onto the tatami mat in a deafening drip! drip! drip!
âOh.â he runs his tongue along his wet lips. âWho made you cum like this?âÂ
A smile slowly splits across his face as you manage out a little, âY-you, ToruâŠâ
âThatâs fuckinâ right. Me.â Hypnotized by the heavenly sight of you all fucked-out and twitching with the aftershock. Marveling down at his hand - glossy, and covered with your slick, âNâ mâgonna love you.â
And, well, a good husband always shares, right?
Because Gojoâs shoving his fingers past your kiss-bitten lips, pressing right at the back of your tongue in a way he knew would have your eyes watering, gagging around him so prettily. Eyes widening at the feeling of something so hard and hot between your legs.Â
âCâmon, lilâ madam. Lick them clean fâme, will you?â
Youâre gasping, âMmpf- Toru-â Eyes flitting between a smug Gojo and the hand currently untying his robe. So teasing with the way heâs giving you just a flash of those boxers before oh-
Shit.Â
You thought that heâd be big - it was expected, in fact. But this was fucking ridiculous.Â
All sculpted curves and dips of his body, faint scars painting his milky skin - stories heâd tell you about later, you think. A fucking masterpiece. All the way down, down, down to where his throbbing cock was leaking all over those tufts of white at his toned pelvis.
Rock-hard, and so so angry. Prominent veins running along the side, flushed a shade of pretty pink that glistened with precum in the dim lighting. So intimidatingly long that it already had you worrying for your poor cervix, and thick enough that it had your thighs pressing mindlessly together.Â
Something that Gojo obviously didnât appreciate.
âNow now.â he tuts, pulling back his fingers to spread apart your thighs with ease. So far apart that it burned. âI need these legs open, pretty. I like the view, yâsee.â
And he made it quite obvious, too. Spreading your swollen folds so shamefully apart with his thumb - wet with your split. All the blood rushing to his cock at the way you flinch in embarrassment, at the feeling of being so used. Cute.Â
âShhh, relax.â Gojo hums. Spreading the spit and slick lazily along your cunt with his fat head, purposely letting it smear all over your thighs. âMâgonna make this feel so good for you.â
And let it be known that Gojo Satoru was a merciless man - for everyone.Â
Except maybe his cute lilâ wife.Â
Because, yes, heâs suddenly splitting you apart on his massive cock. Yes, heâs holding your poor hips still, head dropping into the crook of your neck as he sinks in inch by fucking inch.Â
But oh God does he have to hold back from fucking your tight cunt exactly the way he wants. The stretch too sinful, your pussy too heavenly.Â
Instead heâs kissing away the single tear rolling down your cheek, muttering, âToo big? Aww, f-fuck, pretty. You needa breathe-.â Rich, coming from him considering that Gojo doesnât know if he was breathing right now. Too caught up in the way heâs rolling your swollen clit between his fingers, gasping into your open mouth, âTrust me. Mâgonna make it f-feel hah- good. So fucking good.â
âF-fuck-â Your head is spinning. And you can only give him such delirious little nods as Gojo starts to push in quick, lazy little grinds of his hips just to squeeze inside your gummy walls. Past that first, tight ring of resistance.Â
âSâtoo big-â you squeal, nails raking down his back. âA-are you all the way in- yet?â
âNope.â heâs popping the p, so unfairly smug. âNot even halfway in.â Drinking in all your cute lilâ sobs as he snakes a hand up to draw an invisible line across your stomach. âBut you b-better be prepared, wifey. Because this-â Pressing down, hard. â-is where Iâll be.â
You didnât know who wanted that to become a reality more - Gojo or you.Â
Especially with the way your tight cunt is sucking him up so good, and shit for all Gojoâs reputation, he feels like he couldâve cum right then and there.Â
âShit- so fucking tight. God- youâre gonna make me lose my mind.â words so strained. So dangerous. He kisses down your neck, biting right above your racing pulse. âHow do you want it? Like youâre my hah- wife- or my lilâ slut?â
A trick question, you think - as much as you could when youâre this cockdrunk, at least.Â
Locking eyes down at the way your cunt was bulging so obscenely around his cock, clamping and quivering as he keeps pushing in in in- Unstopping. Relentless. Mewling a little, âL-like Iâm yourâŠwife.âÂ
âLouder.â
âLike Iâm your wife.â
Several things happen at once - that faint muttering suddenly increases tenfold, and maybe if you were in any better state of mind youâd have noticed the few gasps. Gojo, however, does hear.Â
It only takes an irritated growl and a split-second flash of metal for a second dagger to be struck deep into the thin wooden panel of the door - unfortunately for whoever just so happened to be on the other side.Â
âThatâs right. My wife.â And then heâs bottoming out - heavy balls smacking your ass, leaky tip nudging your poor cervix, letting you mark him up all you want as he rocks his hips faster into yours. âAnd you- ah- you realize theyâre beneath you, right?â heâs stroking where he can feel himself bulging inside you. âThat my lilâ wife just has to say the word nâ Iâll ngh- take âem all out?âÂ
You can only sob at the pressure, because his words are so soft but heâs fucking you so mean. Sounding like he was losing his sanity with each time your heavenly walls milked him.Â
âIâll kill âem- kill âem all-â heâs gritting out. âHell, Iâll take down the r-rest of those clans ah- too if it pleases you.â Fingers getting so erratic on your clit, angling his hips just right to try and find-Â
âHngh- f-fuck, Toru- there-â
That.
So sloppy with the way heâs alternating between hitting that one spot and just abusing your cervix. Bruising - like he wanted to mark you everywhere nâ show it off, too. Biting down your neck, whispering into the skin, âAnything for you, madam.â
Rocking his hips harder, and he couldnât give less of a fuck about the lewd little pool of slick and split forming on the mat below. Canât even think to bring himself to be disgusted.Â
âFeels good?â heâs drinking in your adorable sobs, âSâwhat you imagined?â
Youâre torn between running away and fucking your hips up so bruisingly into his, hells digging into the mat as you push and pull away. âYes. Feels- ah- ngh-â And for all your mouthiness earlier, you canât even form coherent sentences right now - something that makes Gojo balls squeeze so painfully.
Something that has him wrapping his arms around your legging, dragging you like some ragdoll back to him. Rocking his hips so bruisingly deeper and deeper as he babbles.Â
âGonna make you c-cum. So hard.â Heâs fucking you harder into the mat. Faster. Sloppier. âGonna ngh- make you my beautiful bride.â Bouncing you on his painfully hard cock like he was claiming you from the inside - to leave marks for everyone in the clan to know. His balls on your ass, your nails down his shoulders, lips on your neck leaving little bites. âGonna make you mine, pretty. And everyone else sâgonna know.â
And Gojo can tell when youâre close because heâs learned that you have a habit of squeezing him to insanity when you are.Â
âClose?â At your delirious nod heâs giving you a blinding grin, âHow cute. Why donât you hah- cum fâme like the good lilâ wife you are, hm?â
Cum for him you do - thighs shaking, body jolting. So hard and violent that youâre covering him in all your sweet sweet juices.Â
And he can only watch - awe-struck - as your pretty pussy squirts all over his angry cock glistening, and just drenched with your slick now. Beads of it getting all over his burning abs, trickling down every dip and curve as he uses your quivering pussy harder and harder-
âGod, youâre so good fâme. Look how much you came.â Giving a final, harsh thrust. âSo perfect fâme.â
So fucking smug as he finally cums as well. Letting out a low, muffled moan into your neck as he fills your poor pussy with rope after rope of seed, painting your walls such a sinful white. All the way until he was sure you were bloated with his cum, until he could feel it dribbling down the side. Looking down to confirm and- ah, sure enough, it was such a heavenly sight - thick globs drenching your clothes below. Spreading in a pool as his hips push deeper and deeper.Â
Like it hurt to stop. Like it hurt to even think of tearing his eyes away from you.Â
But, alas, this old meeting room could only take so much, and Gojo thinks youâll enjoy his - your - bedroom much better for round two.
Which is how the elders outside found the door kicked open not too long after. Blinking up in shock at the tall figure of the Gojo clan leader at the frame holding you. Tired and limp in a princess carry, all bundled up your yukata and one of his outer robes.Â
And they can only avert their eyes, faces burning at the hazy expression on your face, hair so unsubtly messy, bare legs twitching ever-so-slightly from where they were just peeking out from where the fabric had bunched up. Sinful. Desecrated. And evidently his.Â
âClean that room up.âÂ
Gojoâs stern command snaps them all out of their reverie.Â
But before they could all run to do so, heâs plowing on, unapologetic and low. âOh, and bow down-â chuckling lightly as they scramble to their knees before him - and your barely-lucid figure. â-to the new madam of the Gojo household.
A/N. On my period Iâm gonna cry.Â
Plagiarism not authorized.
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You look up from your book to see your husband standing over the bassinet with his arms crossed, his brow raising as he looks down inside of it with a tiny scowl. He stays like that for about a minute. You sit up in your shared bed, then call out to him. âRyo.âÂ
âHm.â He doesnât look up.Â
âMay I ask what you are doing?âÂ
âThe little brat is staring,â Sukuna says matter-of-factly. âI am simply staring at her in return.âÂ
Inside of the bassinet, your baby daughter coos. Her scarlet eyesâexactly like her fatherâsâglitter with interest. You hear her giggle, and you scoff lightly and return your gaze to your book. âShe thinks youâre playing a game.âÂ
âI am doing no such thing.âÂ
You flip a page. âPut a hand over your face for a few seconds.â He doesnât respond, but you know he listens. âMâkay, now lift.â Thereâs silence for a few seconds, then your daughter bursts into a fit of giggles.Â
Sukuna rolls his eyes. âI do not understand what is so entertaining about that.â When you look up again, you see that heâs covering his face again, then revealing himself to get the same reaction from the baby.
âItâs called peek-a-boo. Itâs a game most babies love to play.âÂ
The little princess babbles as she lifts her arms up, and Sukuna tilts his head. âI have no idea what youâre talking about.âÂ
You snicker. âOne: Youâll figure out what sheâs saying the more you talk with her. Two: She wants you to pick her up.âÂ
He sighs dramatically, then reaches into the bassinet to pick up the small girl. Though she has her fatherâs eyes, she has your hair, the shape of your nose, and your ears. She also has your fearlessness, because she smiles directly in the face of the king of curses. Now at his eye level, she reaches her arms towards him excitedly. âWhat is it now, you brat? Iâm already carrying you.âÂ
He looks over at you in question, and your smile grows. âShe wants to touch your face,â you say.Â
âWhy?âÂ
âBecause sheâs a baby, and sheâs curious.âÂ
Sukuna pulls her closer, and once in range, his daughter lays her tiny hands against his marked face. She giggles more, and you can see his eyes soften. âHmph. You have your motherâs smile.âÂ
â â â â
The next morning, you walk into the kitchen where you hear Sukuna speaking with someone. When he turns to the side, you see your daughter nestled in the crook of one of his muscular arms, staring up at him as he concluded whatever story he was telling her.Â
â...At the end of the battle, only I remained. Victory was mine.âÂ
The baby babbles excitedly, and Sukuna scoffs. âHa, you will do no such thing. How do you expect to join me in battle when you arenât even a year old, brat?âÂ
Her face scrunches in what looks like annoyance, and she repeats to him what he taught her the night before. âHmph.âÂ
You burst into laughter, and Sukuna raises a brow at the little girl in his arms. âGreat. Your motherâs smile, and her attitude.â
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âthank you avogadoâ we all say in unison
#uhhhghgghhhuhhawawahahahagahgahahagah#i cant do this anymore#i just feel so awful all the time#every day i feel myself getting taller and broader and bigger#and my adams apple is growing and my brow bone is getting stronger and ughghahhhhgh#if god is real then why did he put me on this earth to feel like this#what forsaken reason do i feel like this#was this his grand design?? was my misery a part of his plan??#not only did god have to make me feel like this he also had to make me the most masculine fag ever#no matter which way i suck my stomach in or try to avoid myself eating or whatever i do i cant stop it#i can feel it all slipping though my fingers and i just dont know what to do#ughghhhghghhhhgh#ive started regularly cutting again so i cant call it relapse#i get no sleep anymore#i feel miserable all the time#and i dont know what to do#i feel like there is nothing i can do to get me out of this wretched hole ive fallen into#thereâs no escaping it anymore#not a day goes by without someone saying im tall or my hands are big or my adams apple is showing or that im growing fast#i dont want this why did this have to happen to me why cant i have just been born a girl#ughhhhhh i hate this i hate this i hate this#i feel like tearing my hair out and then my skin out and then my eyes out and then whateverâs left of my#what is wrong with me
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the reason he's at almost full regeneration for such a short time is because they knew we wouldn't be able to fucking handle it for more of the movie
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âAchoo!âÂ
You sneeze again, rubbing your nose, you feel absolutely.
Terrible.
All day, youâve barely been able to do anything but blow your nose and lie down for five minutes before your head starts spinning. Just when you think it canât get any worse, you hear the doorknob click.
Shit.
You promised to make dinner tonight.
âIâm home.â his deep voice fills the air, sending you into a mild panic as you scramble toward the kitchen, hoping to whip something up in time.
He steps in, towering figure leaning against the doorframe, eyebrow quirked up in confusion.
âSorry Ryo! Iâll get you something to eat soon.â
He doesnât respond at first, just watches you with narrowed eyes. Then, he moves closer, his steps slow and deliberate. Before you know it, heâs right in front of you, staring down.Â
He stretches a hand out, touching the back of his hand to your forehead.
âYou⊠are ill.â He states, furrowing his brow.
âItâs just a coldââ
He grunts, clearly annoyed. âWhy would you try to cook in this condition?â
âBecause I promised⊠and I didnât want you to get mad.â you say looking down at your feet.Â
Sukuna lets out a low, irritated growl, turning on his heel and stalking toward the kitchen.Â
"Sit down."
You blink, watching him in surprise as he opens the fridge and starts pulling out ingredients, his movements efficient and swift. He spares you a glance, and you hesitate before shuffling over to the couch.
"You shouldnât be doing this for me." your voice laced with guilt, watching his broad back as he chops vegetables.
Sukuna grunts, his eyes flicking toward you, sharp and unyielding. "I am not that idiot you dated before.â he says flatly, the disgust in his voice unmistakable. "Youâre sick. Iâm not letting you do anything."
The words hit harder than you expect, and you feel a warmth settle in your chest. As he seasons the food with the same precision he brings to everything, you canât help the small smile that tugs at your lips.
The soft clink of the spoon against the pot is the only sound for a moment before his voice cuts through again, harsher this time.Â
"If you ever push yourself like that again, especially for me, Iâll make sure you regret it."
Your smile fades, but there's comfort in his rough concern. "I wonât." you promise.
A short silence follows, broken only by the bubbling of the soup. When he finally brings the bowl over, he sets it down with a firm thud, crimson eyes watching you closely. "Eat."
You pick up the spoon, feeling overwhelmed by how cared for you are. "Thank you."
His eyes narrow slightly, lips curling in disdain.Â
"Tch. The bar's in hell if you think I wouldnât take care of you."
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content: drunk!gojo, clingy gojo, infinity acting up, pre-established relationship, down bad for you, mentions of having kids, poor Ijichi
âHicâ whereâs my wife?â
You rub your temples, as you watch your husband whine, âhow much did you let him drink?â
âLet him? He was a force of his own, heââ Ijichi cuts off when he sees your glare, balking as he panics, sheâs even scarier than Gojo when sheâs mad! âIâm so sorry!â
You shake your head, âitâs fine, Ijichi,â and he scurried away quickly, leaving you with your very inebriated husband. The one who had drank one sip of alcohol too many and was probably liable to misfire a hollow purple any second, âSatoru,â
You approached him and were met with the resistance of his infinity, as he sat slumped over on the booth table, âSatoru, put down your infinityââ
âNo,â
âSatoru, come on, you have to stop or I canât take you home,â and heâs shaking his head, cheeks flushed.
âNo, I mean I donât know how to,â he sighs, âthe infinity is all messed up, I canât do it,â he rubs his eyes, and youâre sighing again.
âItâs just because of the alcohol, Toru,â you sit beside him, âyou can do it
His face was buried in the crook of your neck, dead weight on his two feet, as he pulled you even closer, cheeks flushed and warm from the alcohol, âwhy didnât you come? You told me you were gonna pick me up,â
âNo, I didnât, you said Ijichi was going toââ you manage to say before heâs whipping his head up, eyes sparking with blue, but lips curled in a pout, as if he wasnât two seconds from obliterating you and the entire block.
âDo you hate me?â And his eyes nearly glow in the dark of the night, infinity flickering as you drew closer, âdo you not want me to have your kids?â
Your hand finally reaches him, as you are the only one who can pierce through his defenses, âfirst of all l, I would be the one having your kids, weirdo,â your fingers cup his cheek, thumbing away his tears, âand how could I ever hate my husband?â
He blinks at you, âYouâre married?â And you have to bite back your laugh at his affronted expression, âto who? Iâll hollow purple them!â
You snort, âWell he has light hair, blue eyes, and is drunk off his ass,â
He blinks, furrowing his brow, âNanami?â And you laugh, before kissing him hard. You can taste the alcohol on his lips still, mixed with the aftertaste of sugar and chocolate he had at the bar most likely.
âGet it now?â And he grins, nodding, as he hangs all over you as you get him into the car with you, leaning against you as you drive home.
âSo youâre gonna leave your husband for me?â
ââŠI might, if you ever drink again.â
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