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I want to wish you all a good morning and I hope you have a good day.
Good morning starts with a kiss
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Waking up before Hannibal, the first thing you did was lean over to place a soft kiss on his forehead. His hair, slightly mussed from sleep, framed his peaceful face, making him look uncharacteristically vulnerable. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting golden patterns over the room. Without wasting a moment, you slid on your slippers, their soft soles muffling your steps, and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.
A quick, invigorating shower washed away the last traces of sleep, leaving you feeling energized and ready for the day. You wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel, humming softly as you picked out your clothes for the morningâa simple but elegant outfit you knew Hannibal would appreciate. After drying your hair and tidying up your appearance, you headed downstairs, glancing at the clock. It was already 11 a.m., and the quiet of the house confirmed that Hannibal hadnât stirred yet.
The kitchen was alive with the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the quiet clatter of dishes as you set the table. The sunlight streaming through the windows bathed everything in warmth, and you smiled, feeling a quiet pride in the breakfast you had prepared. Today was specialâit was your turn to care for him, and Hannibal wouldn't be cooking for once.
But as you placed the last plate on the table, a thought struck you: he still hadnât gotten out of bed. Deciding it was time to rouse him, you made your way to the second floor. The stairs creaked softly beneath your feet as you climbed, and the familiar scent of his cologne lingered in the air.
Opening the bedroom door, you found him just as you suspectedâstill sluggishly getting out of bed, his movements slow and drowsy. He was tying his robe loosely around his waist, his hair slightly disheveled, and his expression dazed with sleep. The faint morning light highlighted his sharp features, softened now by his grogginess. He looked adorably unguarded, and your heart melted.
Without hesitation, you dashed forward, throwing your arms around him with a delighted laugh, the force of your hug knocking him back onto the bed.
âDarling?â he exclaimed, startled, his voice a mixture of surprise and sleepiness.
You couldnât help yourself, peppering his face with a flurry of playful kissesâhis forehead, his cheeks, his nose, even the corner of his lips. Each touch was light, chaotic, and filled with affection. His startled expression melted into one of amusement and tenderness as he let out a soft chuckle.
Hannibal sighed, wrapping his arms securely around your waist, pulling you closer until you were pressed against him. He buried his face in the curve of your neck, inhaling your familiar scent. His embrace was warm, grounding, and so utterly him.
âAnd good morning to you too, my dear,â he murmured against your skin, his voice low and velvety, laced with affection.
The two of you stayed like that for a moment longer, the quiet intimacy of the morning wrapping around you like a warm blanket. The rest of the day could waitâthis was exactly where you both wanted to be.
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Editing is a complete hell, I use several applications and dictionaries to correct the sentence as much as possible .
#x reader#fem reader#hannibal#hannibal lecter#hannibal lecter x reader#hannibal fanfiction#hannibal x you#hannibal x reader
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Happy Sunday â¤ď¸
#today was filled with such joyous chaos this got panic drafted and forgotten but i still want it archived so đ#5sos#5 seconds of summer#ashton#ashton irwin#ai ig#Instagram#kh4f post#you know i def miss the loml my everything aka the Haring robe but i have def warmed up to this one đĽ°#not in the way i wish i could be warmed up in this robe but i digress đ¤Ť#this was so long ago#so much chaos ago#i love the narrative that this man was in his robe til noon changed into a henley for a couple hours & by 6 was like ykw robe time bitches#man after my own heart#anyways#this is fucking dreamy and I'll never be over it thanks for asking đ#đĽ°đĽšđŤ đđđ¤¸đťââď¸đ°đťââď¸đđťââď¸đđŠđťâđâď¸
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FATHER, FORGIVE ME
ship: father charlie x fem!reader warnings: nsfw đ ( oral sex/f. receiving; overstimulation; coercion/dub-con?; sacrilege, heavy religious imagery ) word count: 4.1k a/n: ahhhâŚ.I just want to say I'm so thrilled with all the love and support for the mini Devotion series! It means the world to me to see you guys enjoying it as much as I do. And a huge thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday! I got drunk asf, and here's the rough draft I made while tipsy, lolol. Hope you all enjoy~ đâ¨..
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You wouldn't say you were a bad person.
Selfish? Maybe. Impulsive? Absolutely. But "bad" seemed a bit of a stretch.
It's just that, when you saw something you wanted, you didn't hesitate to take itâand, honestly, you had no regrets. Not until now, at least.
Sitting here, surrounded by the smell of old hymn books and dusty incense, listening to some wrinkly old man in a white robe drone on about salvation.
The whole thing was your mother's doing. She had this recurring phase, like clockwork, where she'd get bitten by the "Bible bug."
For a few weeks every year, she was the most devoted Catholic you'd ever seen. She'd call, text, guilt-tripâanything to get her kids back on the straight and narrow, even if just for a Sunday morning.
For the last seven years, you'd managed to dodge it. Moved out at eighteen and never looked back, leaving the duty of church attendance to your three other siblings.
Usually, someone would take one for the team and tag along with Mom until her enthusiasm fizzled out again. But this time, it seemed your luck had run dryâyour sister had finally roped you in, and here you were, seven-year streak shattered.
You sighed deeply, eyes half-lidded as they flicked across the stained glass windowsâall those saints staring down at you in judgment.
You couldn't help but think of all the things you could be doing right now. Sleeping, for one. Your bed sounded like heaven compared to the hard pew beneath you.
Or brunch with your friendsâmimosas and laughter, not these monotone chants and the faint smell of mothballs.
Hell, you could've called Kevin over and gotten dicked down instead of dealing with thisâ
Your thoughts screeched to a halt, slamming against an unexpected sight.
The old priest, the one whose croaky voice was practically white noise at this point, stepped away from the pulpit. In his place was someone elseâsomeone younger, someone whose presence commanded attention.
A man, tall, dark hair neatly combed back, with a crisp black cassock that hugged his broad shoulders just right. He moved with a sense of ease, like he belonged up there.
And damn, was he handsome. Handsome enough to pull your focus completely, which was a feat in itself given the circumstances.
Your eyes tracked him as he approached the podium, his voice replacing the rasping chant of the old priest. It was smooth, warm, resonant. Nothing like the man you remembered from years ago.
He spoke about community, faith, redemptionâbut all you could think was how someone like him ended up in a place like this.
You found yourself leaning forward, just slightly, as if drawn in by some invisible force. Your irritation melted away, replaced by a strange curiosity.
Maybe⌠maybe this wouldn't be the worst way to spend a Sunday after all.
The priest stood quietly at the altar, his figure framed by the soft light filtering through the stained glass windows. A faint scar traced its way down the right side of his forehead, a mark that spoke of some unknown hardship or past misadventure.
He was youthful but with the stillness of someone whoâd seen enough to understand patience and humility.
With each breath, the man seemed grounded in his presence, shoulders relaxed but broad, the fabric of his robe resting comfortably against his chest.
His appearance was almost angelic, yet the subtle scar and the weight in his eyes hinted at something more complex beneath the surfaceâa man of God, perhaps, but one who had walked through fire to find his faith.
"Oh?" You raised an eyebrow in appreciation as you stared at the handsome man up there. You leaned over a bit to your mother, eyes never straying from his figure. "Ma, who's that? Is he new?" you whispered to your mother.
She looked up from her phone, Candy Crush flashing on her screen. You silenced the snort that wanted to come out. Looked like she might retire from church early this year, you thought to yourself, seeing her early signs of disengaging.
She glanced up at the front, giving a quick look before going back to her game. "That's Father Charlie Mayhew. He was brought in about two or three years ago, I think," she murmured absently, barely paying attention.
Father Charlie.
You watched as he spoke, his voice strong yet gentle, his eyes sweeping over the congregation with a genuine warmth. He wasn't like the old priestâthis one seemed to genuinely care, as if each word held weight.
You wondered if that scar came from something dramatic, some story worth knowing. Your gaze lingered, taking in the slope of his shoulders, the way his lips moved with each word. Something about him felt... magnetic.
You found yourself sitting up straighter when the two of you made eye contactâhe blinked, his words stumbling just slightly, a brief hitch in his otherwise smooth delivery. "I, uh... I apologize," he stuttered, looking off to the side, the tips of his ears turning pink.
You caught the way his eyes shifted nervously, almost as if he was trying to regain his footing. It was subtle, but you could see itâthe way he tried to pull himself back together, to get through the rest of the sermon without any more disruptions.
He cleared his throat to continue, "As I was saying... uh, the importance of faith in our lives cannot be overstated. We must always strive to, um, to do what is right, even when it's difficult..." His voice trailed off slightly, but he managed to steady himself, his eyes avoiding yours as he focused on the rest of the congregation.
It made something stir in you, a mix of curiosity and amusement.
You bit down gently on your lower glossed lip, eyes trailing over his form, taking in every subtle detail. The way his hands gripped the edge of the podium, the faint flush creeping up his neckâit was all so telling.
He seemed innocent, reactive.
You smiled to yourself, letting your gaze linger as he continued, noting the way he seemed to avoid looking in your direction now, as if afraid that another glance might trip him up again.
Maybe you should pay a visit to Father Charlieâsee if you could break that serene composure of his.
You could already imagine itâthe way he might tense up under your touch, the way his voice might crack if you whispered something just a bit too forward.
The thought alone made your heart race, anticipation bubbling up inside you, like something in you just knewâhe'd be fun to unravel.
You leaned back in your seat, a slow, satisfied smile playing on your lips. Oh, this was going to be fun.
The sermon ended with a quiet murmur of 'Amen' from the congregation, followed by the gentle shuffle of people rising from the pews.
You glanced around, watching as people slowly made their way to the exits, some stopping to chat while others lingered near the back of the church.
The old priest was nowhere to be seen, but Father Charlie remained, standing at the front as he spoke softly to a small group of parishioners.
Your mother, of course, made a beeline for him. You heard her voice carrying over the hushed conversations, gushing about how moving todayâs sermon was.
You rolled your eyes, unable to help yourself, and slowly rose to your feet, making your way over with an almost lazy stride.
As you approached, you could see your mother perk up, her eyes lighting up as she turned to you. "Oh, there she is! Father Charlie, this is my youngest, ____." She gestured towards you, her hand lightly resting on your arm to pull you closer. "You've met my other children over the years."
You could see the change in Father Charlie almost instantly. His posture shifted, his back straightening just a little more, his eyes rounding as they landed on you. He seemed almost like an eager puppy, his gaze bright and attentive.
He quickly pulled his eyes away, turning back to your mother with a polite smile as he nodded. "Yes, I remember," he said, his voice a touch softer. Then he turned to you, his eyes meeting yours as he gave you a gentle smile. "It's nice to finally meet you. I don't think I've seen you here before... ?"
Your mother gave a sort of laughing scoff, waving him off as she caught his attention again. She chuckled, shaking her head. "Oh, Father, the day she willingly comes to church without an incentive is the day the devil is welcomed back into Heaven's gates."
You kept your eyes on Father Charlie, a small smile tugging at your lips as you tilted your head slightly. "Maybe I just hadn't found a good enough reason to come before," you said, your gaze locked on his, your voice light but carrying a hint of something more.
His eyes widened just a little, and you watched as a faint blush spread across his cheeks, his lips parting slightly as he blinked, clearly caught off guard.
Before he could say anything, your motherâs name was called from behind. It was one of her church friends, and in an instant, she was off, waving a quick goodbye and leaving you standing there in front of Father Charlie.
You didn't waste a second, taking a daring step forward, your eyes fixed on him. "So..." you said, letting your gaze roam over him before meeting his eyes again. "You seem awfully young to be running a church like this. I have to say, I'm impressed."
He looked bashful, glancing down for a moment before looking back up at you. "Oh, well, thank you. I just... I do my best," he said, his voice soft, the pink on his cheeks deepening.
You smiled, tilting your head just slightly. "Do you do one-on-one sessions, like other churches do?" you asked, your voice carrying a hint of mischief.
He blinked, clearly confused for a moment, before his eyes widened in realization. "Oh, you mean confessionals?" He nodded quickly, his expression shifting back to something more serious. "Yes, I do. In fact, I was planning on doing confessionals later today, after the services. Not many people take me up on it, but I think it's important to always offer the option."
"Oh, really?" you said, letting your voice drop just a bit, your head tilting to the side as you watched him. You let a small smile curve your lips, your gaze never leaving his. "Well, you wouldn't mind if I came to see you and... confessed, would you, Father?"
He stuttered, his blush deepening as he quickly nodded. "N-No, of course not. You're more than welcome to come by, anytime," he said, his voice a bit shaky.
You smirked, giving him a nod. "Perfect," you said, your voice smooth, before turning on your heel and walking away, back towards where your mother was waiting.
You could feel his gaze on you the entire time, the weight of his eyes almost burning into your back. And you loved it.
This really was going to be fun.
The church grew quieter as the service officially ended, people slowly trickling out while you lingered, waiting for your moment.
Eventually, you made your way to the confessional booth, the small wooden space feeling cramped as you settled in. The air was close, the scent of polished wood and incense hanging heavy.
You could hear Father Charlie shuffling on the other side, the sound of the door closing behind him, the rustle of fabric as he got seated.
You took a breath, letting the silence stretch for a moment before you began. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned..." you said, your voice soft, but there was an edge to it that you couldn't quite hide.
There was a pause before you heard him clear his throat, his voice coming through the small screen that separated you. "The Lord is always ready to forgive. Please, tell me your sins, my child."
You sighed, leaning back slightly, your fingers brushing against the hem of your dress. "I fear I desire a man that is just out of my reach," you said, your voice carrying a hint of frustration. "It's wrong for me to want him... but I can't seem to help myself."
There was a moment of silence, and you could almost picture the look on his faceâconcerned, earnest, wanting to help. His voice was gentle as he responded. "Desire can be difficult to control, but it is not inherently sinful. It is what we choose to do with that desire that matters. You must pray for guidance, ask for strength... and remember that God understands our struggles."
You hummed softly, your eyes half-lidded as you listened to him, but your mind was drifting. His voice was soothing, and you found yourself imagining what it would be like if things were different.
If there wasn't a screen between you.
If you could reach out, touch him, feel that innocence melt away under your fingers.
Your hand trailed down your side, your fingers brushing over your thigh as you let out a soft sigh.
His voice cut through your thoughts, sounding a bit uncertain. "Sister ____... are you alright? Do you hear me?"
You smiled to yourself, your mind made up. You leaned closer to the screen, your voice dropping to a near whisper. "Father," you began, your tone coy, "I must confess... I find it difficult to focus when you're speaking. You have such a... soothing voice."
His breath caught audibly, and you could almost hear the way he was struggling to gather himself. "W-What do you mean, sister?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly, laced with confusion.
"It makes me think... sinful thoughts."
You could hear the slight hitch in his breath, the rustle of fabric as he shifted. "S-sister," he stammered, clearly taken aback. "This... this is not appropriate."
You ignored his protest, your voice growing softer, more intimate. "You know, Father, I've always heard that confession is good for the soul. And right now... I think there's only one thing that could truly absolve me of these desires." You let the words hang in the air, knowing exactly what you were implying.
"Sister, this... this isn't..." His voice was shaky now, the uncertainty clear. "I don't thinkâ"
"Come get me, Father," you whispered, your tone daring, challenging him. "You wouldn't leave me like this, would you?"
There was silence for a long moment, and then you heard itâthe slow shuffling as he moved. The sound of his door opening, the soft creak of the confessional booth as he stepped out.
You pushed your own door open, stepping out into the dimly lit church. Father Charlie was standing there, his head downcast, his face flushed a deep red. He looked like he wanted to say something, but no words came out, his eyes flickering up to meet yours before darting away again.
You took a step towards him, your movements slow, deliberateâlike a predator closing in on its prey. His breath hitched as you approached, his shoulders tensing. He cleared his throat, his voice barely above a whisper. "Sister, I... this isn't right. We shouldn'tâ"
You reached out, your fingers brushing against the front of his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath beneath your touch. You let your hand slide down, your voice a low purr. "Father," you purred, your eyes locking onto his, "I want you to take me somewhere... push me to a higher calling, yeah?"
His eyes widened, the pupils dilating as he stared at you, his lips parting in shock. For a moment, he seemed frozen, and then, almost as if the word was pulled from him, he whispered, "Okay..."
His hand was trembling slightly as he reached for yours, and you let him lead you out of the main church area, his eyes flicking nervously around to make sure no one was watching. He led you down a dim hallway, stopping at a small door that opened into a cramped janitor's closet.
The second the door clicked shut behind you, you were on him.
You pushed him back against the wall, your lips crashing against his. He gasped, and you took advantage, licking into his mouth, tasting the hint of mint on his tongue as a low groan rumbled from your throat. His hands hesitated for a moment before resting on your waist, his touch light, unsure.
You deepened the kiss, feeling the way he shivered beneath your touch, your hands pushing up under his cassock, fingers skimming over the hard lines of his abdomen. His muscles tensed under your fingertips, a shudder running through him as he let out a shaky breath.
You pulled back, just enough to see his face in the low light, and he chased your lips, leaning forward as if he couldn't stand the sudden loss of contact.
You let out a dark chuckle, your hands coming up to cup his flushed cheeks, squeezing gently. His face was a deep shade of red, his eyes half-lidded, his breath coming in short, uneven pants. He looked almost dazed, completely overwhelmed, and it only made your smile widen.
Your thumb grazed over his plump bottom lip, pressing gently before dipping just inside his mouth. His eyes fluttered, his tongue flicking out hesitantly to brush against your thumb before retreating. You let out a soft sigh, a hint of a teasing smile tugging at your lips. "Oh?" you murmured, raising an eyebrow, your gaze fixed on him.
Charlie swallowed hard, his eyes locked onto yours, his breathing ragged. You stepped closer, rising onto your tiptoes, your lips just barely grazing his as you spoke. "You did so well during the sermon, Father," you whispered, your voice low and dripping with suggestion. "It makes me wonder... what could such a blessed mouth do somewhere else?"
His breath hitched, his eyes widening slightly, but he didnât pull away. You gripped his shoulder, your fingers digging in just enough to make him shiver, and tugged him downwards. "On your knees," you said, your tone commanding, leaving no room for hesitation.
Slowly, almost as if in a trance, Charlie sank to his knees, his eyes never leaving yours. His gaze was filled with a mix of confusion, desire, and something almost like reverence, and it sent a thrill through you.
You watched as he knelt before you, his lips parted, his chest rising and falling with each shaky breath. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the part of him that knew this was wrong, that wanted to resistâbut the desire was stronger, and he couldn't bring himself to stop.
You smiled, running your fingers through his hair, your touch surprisingly gentle. "That's it," you murmured, your voice softening just a fraction. "Such a good Father... doing exactly what you're told."
You took a step back, your eyes never leaving his as you moved to the nearest wall, leaning against it comfortably.
With slow, deliberate movements, your hands reached down, unzipping your mini skirt and letting it slide down your legs, pooling around your ankles. You made a show of it, your fingers tracing along your thighs, sliding over your hips, and letting out a soft sigh as you watched him.
Charlie's eyes widened, his gaze following every movement, his lips parted, his breath catching in his throat. The flush on his face deepened, his eyes locked onto you with something like awe, mingled with pure, unfiltered desire.
You smirked, lifting one hand and curling your fingers in a come-hither motion. He hesitated only for a moment before slowly beginning to crawl towards you, his eyes never breaking away from yours.
The sight sent a thrill through you, a shiver of excitement running up your spine. He reached you, his hands carefully coming up to rest on your legs, his touch light, almost reverent.
His fingers traced along your calves, moving upwards with a hesitant slowness that made you release a shaky sigh, your back arching slightly as his touch grew bolder.
His hands were trembling as they reached your hips, his fingers brushing against the edge of your underwear. He swallowed hard, his gaze flicking up to meet yours as if silently asking for permission.
You gave a small nod, and he let out a shaky breath, his fingers hooking into the waistband and slowly slipping your underwear down, his eyes fixed on you the entire time.
Once they were off, he shifted closer, his breath ghosting over your bare skin. He surprised you by gently lifting one of your legs, settling it over his shoulder as he pulled you closer, his face inches away from your most intimate parts.
He let out a deep, almost pornographic groan as he leaned in, taking a slow, deep breath, as if breathing you in. The sound sent a jolt through you, your fingers tightening in his hair.
Charlie looked up at you one more time, his eyes searching, as if asking for final permission.
You smiled, your fingers sliding through his hair before giving a gentle but firm scratch along his scalp, your silent approval. He closed his eyes, letting out a shaky sigh before leaning in.
At first, his movements were hesitant, his tongue slipping out to give an experimental swipe. He was sloppy, uncoordinated, his lack of experience clear, but there was a determination in the way he moved, as if desperate to please.
You let out a soft hum, the sound encouraging him, and he grew a little more confident, his tongue pressing more firmly. He licked a long stripe up, his tongue swirling at the top, and you couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips.
"That's it, Father," you murmured, your voice a soft purr. "You're doing such a good job."
The praise seemed to light something in him, a low groan vibrating against you as he pushed in closer. The sound made you gasp, your back arching slightly as the vibrations sent a rush of pleasure through you, your fingers tightening in his hair.
He grew bolder, his tongue delving deeper, slipping inside you as he began to eat you out like a man starved. He was messy, the wet sounds filling the small space, his lips and tongue moving with increasing fervor, as if the more he tasted, the more he craved.
He bullied his tongue into you, his nose brushing against you as he lost himself in the act, his hands gripping your hips tightly, holding you against him as he worked.
You bit down on your lower lip, trying to keep quiet, but the soft, wet sounds filled the small space, making it impossible to ignore.
Your hand moved up, your teeth sinking into the back of it as you stifled a moan, your thighs trembling as he continued. His tongue moved with determination, pressing deeper, swirling before retreating, then focusing on your most sensitive spot.
When his lips closed around your clit, giving a particularly hard suck, your vision blurred, and stars burst behind your eyelids. Your back arched, your body pressing against his face as the waves of pleasure rolled over you, your breath coming in ragged gasps.
Your thighs shook as you slowly came down, your body relaxing slightly against the wall. You let out a shaky breath, your fingers still tangled in his hair, tugging gently. You gave Charlie a small shove, pushing him back just enough.
He hesitated, his tongue giving one last languid lick, followed by a reluctant suck before he finally pulled away, his lips glistening, his breath coming in low, heavy pants. His bottom face was a mess, his eyes half-lidded, dazed as he looked up at you.
You leaned down, your fingers cupping the bottom of his face, your thumb brushing over his flushed cheek as you gave him a swift peck on the corner of his lips. He blinked, his eyes widening slightly, a blush deepening across his face.
Straightening up, you reached down, picking up your discarded thong, folding it neatly before slipping it into the pocket of his cassock. He stared at you, his lips parted, his breathing still uneven.
"Thank you, Father~" you purred, your voice dripping with satisfaction. You watched as his blush deepened even more, his eyes darting away from yours. "You know," you continued, your tone teasing, "I might just have to come back for confession more often."
He swallowed hard, his eyes flicking back up to meet yours, a mix of confusion and something darker swirling in them. You smiled, giving him a wink before turning on your heel, striding out of the closet, leaving him kneeling there, his breath still shaky, his face still flushed.
As you walked away, a satisfied smile playing on your lips, you couldn't help but think that maybe church wasn't going to be so bad after all.
A/N: hehehe, dont mind me, just wanted to see charlie's and y/n relationship in reversal...
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rub one outâ(for your viewing pleasure-verse)
pornstar!eddie x director!reader
a cheeky (pun intended) bit of filth based on part of my blurb series. I was trying to keep the snippets short, but this just kinda poured out of me over the past couple days.
cw: sex work, simulated adultery, oral (fem receiving)
18+, MDNIâ2.8k
Maybe this was a bad idea.
You couldnât escape the nagging thought as you stepped outside, tightening the belt on your fluffy white bathrobe, tugging at the terrycloth tail and twisting it in your fingers. Your eyes flitted to each member of your crew, all of them in position waiting to get this show on the road.
Why were you so nervous? Youâd certainly done this enough times before not to get stage fright. So why did your stomach feel more tangled than the box of electrical cords in Lennyâs truck?
Part of you almost wished it would rain, or the ground would open up and swallow you whole so you didnât have to go through with this. But the concrete remained solid under your feet, and the sky overhead showed no signs of altering its radiant blue color. Perfect.
Itâs gonna be fine, you thought in an attempt to soothe yourself. Itâs all gonna be fine.
And you almost believed it would be.
Sammy, who was barely a step up from an intern, had swiftly been promoted once the plan for you to replace your no-show leading lady was set in motion. You werenât worried about her, thoughâshe was smart and a quick study; she knew all the shots you needed, and she had a good eye.
If you couldnât be behind the camera yourself, she was pretty much the only one you trusted.
WellâŚmaybe not the only one.
Eddieâs eyes met yours as soon as you stepped out of the trailer. The sunlight hit his deep brown irises, making them glow the color of rich honey. But behind the liquid gold, you could see his own nerves and it made your stomach flip, wondering what he could possibly be nervous about.
âHey,â he said quietly as he came up next to you. âYou good?â
For a moment, you considered lying. Flashing him a thumbs up or shooting him finger guns like one of those tools you used to do this with. But you knew better by now when it came to Eddie.
âNope,â you chuckled. âIâm kinda shitting myself.â
âWell, thatâs just what the guy about to fuck you wants to hear,â he chuckled back.
A real smile breaks through your tense, fake one and a genuine laugh bubbles up out of your chest. Eddieâs eyes shine when he hears it and the sight makes your chest feel all warm inside.
âNo, youâre right,â you said. âIâm okay, I justâŚdonât know why Iâm so nervous.â
His plush pink lips pressed into a straight line, his tongue poking out as he licked them. He reached out a reassuring hand and placed it on your shoulder, rubbing it through your robe.
âYouâre gonna be great,â he assured, sounding a lot more certain than you felt.
Easy for him to say. Heâs a fucking natural.
Even on your best day doing this, you never felt like you were great at itâcompetent, sure. Maybe even above average. But not great. Not at all the way you felt since getting behind the camera.
You nodded tightly, your hesitation still written all over your face. His eyes scanned over you and he swallowed thickly, his throat bobbing. He then leaned in and placed his lips beside your ear.
âYou lookâŚreally beautiful,â he said.
His warm breath rushed across your neck, the heat coming off his skin making your ears buzz. An explosion of fluttering began in your stomach, like there were butterfly cocoons in your cereal that morning and now they were all hatching.
âWe should get moving,â you said, pulling back. âBurning daylight.â
Eddie straightened. He nodded and you nodded back, sliding past him to do final checks before you started rolling. Telling yourself he must have pumped or popped a Viagra to explain away that bulge in his pants that definitely wasnât there before he came over to talk to you.
The nerves didnât disappear once you started working, but your body and brain did snap into a kind of performance mode you remembered well.
You started with some still photography for the VHS box artâshots of you in progressing states of undress, your robe dropping off your shoulder, Eddie pulling it open to reveal your body, his hand running up your thigh in a slow caress.
He let it trail all the way up your stomach and chest until he curled his finger under your chin and tipped your face toward his, letting his lips hover just inches away from yours. Your eyes fluttered closed and your heart raced, thinking he might close the gap and actually kiss youâ
But after the shutter snapped, he simply let his hand drop and backed away.Â
The loss of his body heat sent a chill down your spine and you shivered despite the blazing sun overhead. Eddieâs eyes caught yours, the nearly imperceptible lift of his brow asking, âyou okay?â You nodded and another shiver skittered across your skin as you pulled your robe back up.
For the next shot, you climbed up on the massage table and he got into position behind you. His body pressed yours down, your back arching under him as he dipped his head low to take the lobe of your ear between his teeth, palming your exposed breast with his large, strong hand.Â
You let your mouth hang open, not even needing to fake the look of desperation on your face. And let yourself believe Eddieâs excitement you could feel digging into the fat of your ass was real too. The little grunts and whines he let out when you wriggled against him certainly didnât sound fake.
After the photos, there was nothing left to do but move on to the main event.Â
You and Eddie resetâhim standing in frame, you just outside of it. Sammy panned the camera around, establishing the setting, zooming in on the fountain feature in the pool and then coming around to film Eddie as he snapped a fresh towel and laid it out on the massage table.
From your spot off-camera, itâs impossible not to be mesmerized by the sight. Biceps rippling, tendons in his arms flexing as he smoothed the towel flat. His tattoos stood out even more than normal with him in white slacks and a white polo meant to give the impression of him being an employee of the resort. And the little twist your hair and make-up girl Jael did is something new that only further accentuates the thick column of his neck and his angular jaw.
Heâd left off his rings and bracelets, as was typical when he was filming, and you couldnât help but think about that day in the editing suite. When heâd touched your knee, and you felt the silver ridges press into your flesh. It had jarred you somewhat, how right it felt to have his hand there and how youâd nearly leaned in to meet his lips when you saw his face getting closer.
You hadnât kissed him that dayâpromptly removing yourself from temptation in an attempt to salvage some shred of your professionalism. And you (mostly) felt good about that decision. It would have been reckless and destructive and your entire working relationship might have been compromised. Youâd made the right call that day, you were sure of it. MostlyâŚ
But today was different. Today, it wasnât going to derail your career. If anything, your career was mandating you give in to those urges that had plagued you so relentlessly. And that was when it hit you all at onceâthe realization about as subtle as a train crashing through a wall.
You were going to fuck Eddie.
Youâre going to feel firsthand what itâs like to have his face and cock buried between your legs; what itâs like to suck on his fingers and soak them with your spit before he presses them to your clit; what he sounds like when he comes all over your stomach or tits (you canât quite recall what the script specifies, you just know itâs meant to be outside so he can dotingly clean you up after).Â
The barrage of thoughts that storm through your mind are so consuming, you nearly miss your cue to enter the scene. But once you do, youâre rather grateful for the distraction of the set-up dialogue:
âItâll just be me, today. My husband has a meeting he couldnât get out of.â
âNo, no, itâs not his fault. I got it as a surprise for our anniversaryâI should have known better than to book it without checking his schedule.â
âIâm afraid I never know how much to take off for a massageâŚwhat do you suggest?â
Eddie answered your last question with a smooth, âWhatever makes you most comfortable,â and a smile so warm it would melt the ice caps.
Giving him a smile of your own, you slowly pulled at the tie of your robe. It fell to the ground in a heap at your feet and Eddieâs dark eyes roved over you hungrily. Now revealed to be completely naked, you feigned some degree of shyness: ducking your head low, looking up at him from underneath your lashes, brushing your hand over your stomach as though to hide it while really drawing his eyes to its plush softness.
âIs this alright?â you asked him with a coy smirk. Eddie grinned, still drinking you in.
âAbsolutely,â he breathed. And the raptness in his eyes almost had you believing him.
You took your time getting up on the table, propping yourself up on all fours, letting him (and the camera) take a good, long look at the fullness of your hips before you settled in place. Arms at your side, you took a deep breath as you laid flat on your stomach, relieved there wouldnât be much dialogue needed for this next part.
Through the little donut headrest at the end of the table, you saw Sammyâs feet as she moved in closeâfilming tight on Eddieâs hands while he pumped massage oil onto them and warmed it by spreading it between his palms.
Your chest tightened, nerves coiling in your stomach as you anticipated his touch, forcing your body to keep still so you didnât pull focus.
He smoothed some oil over your skin, starting at the ankles and thoroughly coating your calves. The smell of clary sage filled the air, earthy and warm. And underneath it, a clean and woodsy scent you recognized as Eddieâs soap wafted up to your nose when he leaned in closer.
His fingertips began to knead your muscles, slipping and sliding easily over your skin that was slick with the oil. He made tiny circles with his thumbs, alternating back and forth as they moved in a steady pattern up your calf.
Oh, thatâs rightâŚ
In all the hubbub, youâd forgotten the whole concept for this shoot was borne on the fact that Eddie went to massage school for real. Heâd told you before, after he left his hometown (shit, what was it again? Hawk-somethingâŚ) that he started collecting different jobs like merit badges.
Just bounced from thing to thing, trying his hand (sometimes both) at whatever life presented. And that included porn. Heâd said he only auditioned for that first film he did because someone heâd slept with a handful of times knew a casting director and suggested heâd be good at it.
âHe certainly had the dick for itâ were her exact words, if you recalled. Strange to think in a way, you might owe that girl your career.
Through the pleasurable haze your mind dipped into having Eddieâs capable hands erasing every ounce of stress you carried in your muscles, you realized he was moving the scene right along while you just lay there humming and moaning with relief at his practiced touch.
Heâd lowered his voice to that deep, rumbly register he always used when he was building towards the next phase. His DM voice, as he so affectionately dubbed it. Rough and gravely, yet even and tempered, guiding both you and the audience along on the journey of this fuck.
âI hope you donât mind me sayingâŚbut your husbandâs a jackass for missings out on this.â
Your heartbeat picked up in your chest as he moved to your thighs. His fingertips dug into your flesh, kneading it like dough, letting his thumbs swerve dangerously close to your center.
âYou deserve someone who puts you firstâŚwho knows what he has and worships youâŚâ
One of his thumbs swiped briefly over your puffy lips, and you knew he felt how wet you were.
âYou know, Iâd never let you out of my sight if you were mineâŚâ
His words dripped slowly and intentionally past his lips, his hands creeping higher and higher up your legs. At last, they slid over the globes of your ass and he groaned as he squeezed one in each hand, spreading you apart to see your center, soaked with arousal that had been pooling there, truth be told, from the moment Eddie had told you how beautiful you looked.Â
You heard Eddieâs next line in your head before he said it, âIf you really want to relax, I can try a very special technique. I donât do it for just anyone. Itâs a little bitâŚunorthodoxâŚâ
And you were more than ready to take him up on his offer once he delivered the line.Â
But Eddie went off script.
Instead of hearing words, you felt the wet heat of his tongue glide through your folds as he buried his face between your spread ass cheeks. Your head popped out of the headrest, letting out a breathy moan of surprise and delight.
The shock on your face was evident as Sammy pushed in close to capture your expression, but so was your pure and utter elation. Youâd never felt anything so good in your lifeâŚ
And it seemed you werenât the only one.
Eddie groaned loudly as he lapped messily at your folds, his spit mixing with your slick that covered the bottom half of his face. And it was only after a few blissful seconds of eager licking that he even realize what heâd done.
âIâmâmmphâsorry, Iâm sorry, Iâm so sorryââ He panted out in between sinful swirls of his tongue, his he words muffled by your ass cheeks because he couldnât stand to pull away even a little, even long enough to speak. âI had to taste youâŚâ
âItâs okay,â you answered, voice already wrecked beyond belief. âItâs okay, just keep goingââ
The command is directed at him as much as it is the crew, who only panicked slightly. Eddie never did stuff like this and they just werenât ready.
They got back on track quickly enough, Sammy signaling the boom mic to get as close as he can without dipping into frame in order to pick up every lurid slurp and suck of Eddieâs mouth.
After no more than a few minutes, the fluffy towel under you was bunched in your fists and your hips squirmed as Eddie continued to eat you out like a mad man. His tight grip on your ass cheeks held fast, spreading you wider still so his tongue could probe deeper. The sounds he pulled out of you didnât even sound human to your ears, let alone recognizable as your own voice.Â
But you didnât care.
However you sounded, however you looked, it was superfluous to what Eddie was doing and the precipice he brought you to. Your orgasm hit harder than any drug, than any physical blow. It had you shaking uncontrollably, reaching back to grip the hair at the crown of his head as your hips pushed back to meet every thrust of his tongue while you rode out your exceptional high.
You felt its tingling sensation spread to every inconsequential inch of your body, like an ocean of fire that crashed over you in wave after wave of scorching pleasure. Drowning you in it.
When you finally found the strength in your limp limbs to roll over onto your back, Eddieâs eyes were waiting to meet yours. You could see on his face how sorry he was, how worried he was heâd fucked up. And you tried to communicate with him in that mind-melding, wordless sort of way you and he always did that it was fineâthat people were going to love it.
Cocking your brow at him, dipping into a more salacious tone to really sell the transformation from demure housewife to lusty adulterer, you threw in a little adlib of your own.
âThatâs some technique youâve got there,â you teased him, propping yourself up on your elbows. âMy husbandâs certainly never done that before.â
Eddieâs sly smile returned, his lips curling as he reached out to grip your waist. He hauled you closer with one jerk, bringing you to the edge of the table so your hips were flush with his. The bulge in his white pants was harder than ever when it pressed against your cunt, and he grinned wickedly when he felt just how ready you were for more. He yanked up the shirttail of his polo and whipped it off his body, tossing it behind him where it landed half in the pool.
âOh, sweetheart,â he tutted softly, âyou ainât seen nothing yet.â
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The Mist Switch
Male Fairy x Elf fem!readerâ aphrodisiac mist, dub con, nipple play, bondage (vines), clit play, tentacle penetration (vines again), voyeurism
As Elves, neither you nor your elf friend you were secretly crushing on knew just how long your prank war had been going on for. You had started it, of course, after chickening out of your attempt to kiss him and instead pushed his face into a pie.
Ever since then you two had been pranking each other every now and then whenever the mood strikes. The last prank was done by you when you put meat in his trousers and got a beast to chase him around for a bit.
Now was his time to prank you back. He had it all planned. He hired a little fairy to spray you with a magical mist that for 24 hours would turn you into the size of a fairy. Oh heâd torture you until you cracked and finally confessed your love for him.
Could he just admit he loved you too? Yes. Would he? Not when this option was so much more fun.
The little fairy flew and flew until he found you frolicking in a nearby meadow. You looked so beautiful, your soft curves glimmering in the sunlight. As he flew closer he couldnât stop himself from imagining the way heâd suck on your hard nipples, bringing you to release from that one touch alone. Before heâd move down and stuff his face against your entrance just so he can taste how sweet you are straight from the source.
His mind was hazy with lust as he reaches you, his eyes unfocused on anything beside your gorgeous plump body. Blindly reaching into his bag of magic he sprays some mist in your face at the same time you spot him.
âWhat just happened?!â You ask in alarm, looking at the unknown fairy whoâs staring at you like he wants to devour you.
A warm buzz begins to flood through your body. Making you tingly and aroused. Your eyes widen as you rub your thighs together for some friction. Your pussy gushing with arousal.
âW-what did you do? Who are you?â You ask breathlessly, wanting nothing more than to take this strange fairy suffocate him with your pussy.
The fairy looks at you in shock over your reaction, having no idea what went wrong. Youâre not shrinking at all! He looks down at his hand and only now notices he sprayed you with the aphrodisiac mist instead of the shrinking mist! His cheeks burn red from embarrassment.
âI-I was hired to prank you with a shrinking mist but it seems as though they got mixed up,â he explains bashfully, showing you the bottle.
You internally curse your friend for hiring such a dumb fairy but also god do you wish he was here to take care of you. Your eyes fall back on the fairy⌠the incredibly sexy fairy. Fuck, you just needed something to ease the fire burning hot inside you and soaking your panties.
âWell you caused this so you need to take care of it. Now!â You say with a huff.
You lay in the bed of flowers, throwing your robes off recklessly. Not caring about anything other than this fairy getting you off. The fairy looks down at you in awe, all his recent fantasies coming true. He wonders if he subconsciously did this on purpose just so he could fuck you, but he wouldnât think about that right now. Not when you need him so badly.
The fairyâs wings flutter and heâs flying down on top of you before you can change your mind. Not that you would with your need so unbearable. He lands on your soft belly and he could just melt into you, your skin is so warm and lovely. You hiss the moment he touches you, youâre so sensitive you could cum just from his little body grinding onto you.
Using his strength he picks up your breast and opens his mouth wide to suck on your hard nipples just as he imagined. You moan loudly, hips jerking in the air. The little fairy holds on tight and sucks greedily on the bud, basking in the way you writhe against the grass.
âP-please! I need more,â you beg, your mind lost to the lust that rages through you.
The fairy releases your nipple with a loud pop. He flies down to your glistening cunt, your folds all lovely and wet and waiting for him. His cock tents in his small pants, getting harder and harder the longer he touches you. Using his body he spreads your fat lips and you moan, trying to rock closer to him. He cries out, holding onto you so he doesnât fall off.
With a bit of his own magic he commands vines close by to wrap around your arms and legs, tying you firmly you to the ground. You gasp and squirm against them, their rough caress only turning you on even more.
The fairy pulls down his pants and lines his aching cock up against your clit. He grinds into you and you both release long ragged moans. His own mind begins to cloud over and all he can focus on is giving you both the pleasure you need so bad.
Your body twitches and shakes with deep pressure of the fairyâs cock rubbing your clit so nicely. You can feel his hips snap against your core, short grunts leave you every time his balls slap against your over sensitive clit. The vines stopping you from moving with him or moving away from the unrelenting pleasure.
Yet you still have a deep rooted need to be filled to the brim and you throw your head back, the fire inside you only getting hotter without your release. Sensing what you need, the fairy uses more of his magic and a second later you jump as long thick vines slide deep inside your hot wet cunt.
The fairy and his vines work in tandem to bring you higher and higher. The fairy digs his fingers into your wide waist and ruts into you like a madman, wildly desperate to feel you come undone because of him. All while his vines plunge deep into your depths, brushing along your gummy walls and hitting you just right.
You cum with a fierce scream that echoes throughout the meadow. The fairy releases soon after you, his hot cum jolting outward and spraying all over your delicious belly.
The fairy sags against you, completely spent. The two of you lay there, your limbs still tied to the ground as you both shake with the force of your release. You can feel the heat inside you start to settle a little yet itâs still there, just waiting to ignite.
The sudden sound of a branch snapping in the distance has your head jerking up in surprise. You come face-to-face with your elf friend, a smug smirk on his lips. He crosses his arms and leans against a nearby tree. Looking up and down your plump form you can see his own eyes cloud over with lust.
âWell, well, well. What do we have here?â He asks, pushing off the tree and heading toward you both.
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consumed by flames; jacaerys velaryon
pairing: jacaerys velaryon x f!reader
summary: bathtub funtime 18+
word count: 2.0k
warnings: nsfw. 18+, smut, MINORS DNI, porn w lil plot, bathtub sex, jacaerys is a pleaser, jacaerys loves wife!reader and creating heirs, fingering, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, slight a little more than slight choking, breeding kink, slight dirty talk.
a/n: briefly proofread yet again it is 1am almost 2 and i've been up since 5am yesterday but i had to get this out đ
You and Jace had just come back from a ride on Vermax. After the war, life on Dragonstone had been peaceful for a short while. Sometimes you wish you and Jace could lock yourselves away at Dragonstone and just kick everyone else out. That sadly, was not possible.
It had been a couple of months since Queen Rhaenyra took her rightful seat on the Iron Throne.
Which means the two of you were also still newlyweds.
Due to the war, You and Jacaerys had to wait to wed, which was dreadful for both parties. Once Rhaenyra had her coronation your wedding ceremony soon took place.
Within the two months since You and Jacaerys spent half that time at the Red Keep enjoying the celebrations and helping get Jaceâs younger siblings settled in.
Nearly every day following your wedding, you and your husband had laid together. Every time better than the last.
You and Jacaerys had only been back at Dragonstone for roughly two weeks. The first week was spent wrapped in each otherâs warmth. The smells of sex never leaving your chambers. Jacaerys was a man on a mission. He constantly wanted to please you. Teasing you till he knew he was the only one that could satisfy you the way you craved.
After that pleasure-filled week, everything sort of died down. You and Jace had been busy with the tasks of being the Prince and Princess of Dragonstone. A weight you were not expecting to be hit with.
Your handmaiden had drawn you a bath to rid you of the sweat and scent of smoke that seeped into your skin. You were about to take off your robe and step into the hot water when your husband walked through the door.
âJacaerys?â Your eyebrows furrowed as you took in your husband clad in a robe. âMy husband, if you also wish to bathe I am sure we can get someone to draw you one aswell.â
It just dawned on you that this was the first time You and Jace had been alone in almost a week. Alone. Alone without one or the other being asleep. The stresses and demands of the day taking a toll on one of you or, sometimes, both of you.
âI do not wish to bathe alone.â He glided over to you and began to untie your robe. âI do miss my wife.â
Jacaerys ran his hands down your sternum after loosening the knot. You took a deep inhale feeling his fiery touch against your ice-cold skin.
âI keep my bath water quite scalding, my love. I do not wish to harm your skin.â
Jacaerys looked at you with a smirk. âYou know the words of House Targaryen. I am Fire and Blood. Warm water will not harm me.â
Jacaerys was right about one thing. He was Fire and Blood. Everything he did set you ablaze. From the way he spoke to the way he looked at you. Oh, gods, and his touch. It was like his hands were made of molten lava. A beautiful contrast to your frigid skin. His warmness brought a sense of comfort to you.
âHow could I forget.â
Jaceâs lip twitched into a smile. He loved you with his entire being. He doesnât know how he got so lucky. He placed his lips on yours in a sweet soft kiss. âLet me help wash you.â He spoke against your lips
âAs you wish, my prince.â You stole another kiss from him. Missing his soft lips.
He pushed your robe off your shoulders and watched it cascade to the floor. You breathe in a sharp inhale as your body gets overtaken by the chill in the air. Your nipples harden and Jace cannot take his eyes off of them, even if he tried.
He offers his hand and you gladly take it. He walked you over to the tub not letting go till you had both of your feet in the water. Jace went to grab the new lavender soap that was imported specifically at your request.
As he walked back towards you, you couldnât help but notice the tent in his robe. Seeing that made you feel an ache deep inside of you. An emptiness that you need to be filled.
âJust lean back, let me take care of you my sweet.â
Jacaerys wet the bar of soap and lathered it onto his hands. The sweet and calm scent engulfed his sense of smell. He set the soap down and began washing you. He started at your neck and shoulders slowly and firmly massaging the soap into your skin
He did this across the entirety of your body. Jaceâs touch brought your body aflame. He was avoiding the parts of you that craved his touch, intensely. You let out a low whine when his hands ran down your side lightly passing over the sides of your breasts. The slightest brush and this man had your body consumed by flames.
You heard a light chuckle from behind you. âDo you find something amusing, Husband?â
Jacaerys shook his head, âNot at all.â He placed a wet kiss on your neck, inhaling your lavender-infused skin. He ran his hands back up and cupped your breasts this time, you couldnât help but moan.
âJacaerysâŚâ
And his hands went back down this time spreading your legs apart and you felt the air leave your lungs.
âJacaerys..â
He was dragging his hands close to your heat. It was right there. And just when you thought he was going to help dull this ache, he withdrew his hands, again.
âJace, please. You know what I crave. Why are you withholding it from me.â
âBecause it is fun.â
You could feel his sly smirk against your neck.
âSay please.â He demanded, his hands cupping your breasts and tweaking your nipples. He was making it incredibly hard to focus on anything.
âPlea-.â
âIn High Valyrian.â
He had been getting you to learn High Valyrian. Something about you knowing his mother tongue made him swell with pride. It made him feel as though it would make your family stronger once you have children.
Also, he found it very very hot.
âKostilus.â
âHmm, thatâs my girl.â Jacaerys brought one hand to your cheek turning your face to his, to take your lips in a fiery heat.
As soon as his mouth hit yours, your own fell agape. You craned your neck desperately wanting to feel his tongue against yours. Oh, how you both missed this. Feeling so needy for each other. Your tongues lapped at the other. You let out whines and whimpers into his mouth.
His right hand stopped toying with your nipples and slid down to your core. Jace rubbed light circles against your clit, eliciting a moan from deep inside your chest. His hand that was on your cheeky slowly slid down your throat till he wrapped his long fingers around it. This made you break away from the kiss. His amber eyes had such a dark look in them. As if you too lit him aflame.
Feeling him around you like this made you dizzy. Engulfed in his smell. In his heat. The fire in his blood.
When Jace thought you had had enough torture he slid two digits into your entrance, making you gasp at the sudden intrusion.
âFuck, Jace.â Your head lulled back onto his shoulder. You kept eye contact with him. Jace felt some precome leak from his throbbing cock as he looked at you like this. Spread out for him. Slowly grinding your hips down on his fingers. He added a bit more pressure around your neck. Watching as your mouth fell open, you tried to get some more air in your lungs. Solely depending on him for your air, for your desires, for everything.
He kept pumping his fingers into you a such a slow murderous pace. You donât know how he does it but he had you shaking on the verge of your climax in mere minutes. You were squirming, moaning his name and a litany of curses. You pulled your hand out of the bath water and threw it into his curls. A guttural moan left your lips when the pads of his fingers hit that soft spot deep inside of you.
You came around his fingers with a deep mewl gripping and pulling his hair in the process. The act caused him to whine in your ear. It had been too long. He kept pumping his fingers into you bringing you down from your high. He removed his other hand from your neck and was rubbing you anywhere his hand could reach as he whispered in your ear in High Valyrian. Telling you how good you did.
Somehow in your daze, you understood him.âGet in here with me, please. I wish to feel your skin against mine.â You breathed.
Jacaerys is quick to shed his robe. He pushed you forward slightly and climbed in right behind you. He situated you so that he was able to rub his cock threw your folds. Your chest pressed against his back. You sigh at the feeling of his warm body against yours.
You began to rock your hips, feeling his cock rub through your slit with ease. You heard him breathing heavily in your ear.
âFuck, fuck, fuck.â
You tried to speak and tell him how desperately you craved for him to be inside of you. But all you could do was babble. The sensation of his tip as it hit your clit over and over again.
âI know, you do not have to say it. Gods, I know.â Jace lifted you up just enough to position himself at your entrance. He swiftly wrapped his left around around you and slowly eased you onto his cock.
You both gasp when heâs fully seated within you. The head of his cock mushed against that spot again. He somehow always knew how to get to it. Jacaerys, with one hand on your ass cheek and his other wrapped around you, slowly lifted you before he slammed you back down on him. A whimper left your lips, your hands flew to the sides of the bath to prepare yourself for his onslaught.
Even when he was going harder or faster he still managed to fuck you with so much love and tenderness.
Jace began slow. Let you get used to him inside of you again. His pace, which quickened by his third deep thrust, had you saying his name in a tantalizing prayer. He kept going constantly hitting your gspot over and over again. The repetition. The mere torture against your most sensitive spot had you reeling.
Water splashing.
You two moaning each otherâs names.
And the smell of lavender and sex was all-consuming to the both of you.
You didnât know what kind of sounds were leaving your mouth nor did you care. Right now all you cared about was that your sweet husband was finally back inside of you. Pleasing you the way you loved. The way he always does.
Your hips bounced with his movements out of pure instinct. âJacaerys. Please.â You didnât even know what you were pleading for at this point. But he did. He coaxed you into your second climax of the night. This one hit you hard. Drenching him in your release. You could feel yourself pulsating around his cock. Begging him to come inside of you over and over again.
Jace groaned at the sensation of you coming around him. âOh youâre gonna look so perfect when my seed takes. When you get all plump from having our heir inside of you.â He kept pumping into you. His thrusts now getting erratic.
âYes, Gods, please.â You said in a satisfied gasp.
Even his seed was hot. As he came inside of you, you felt his searing essence flow into your cunt. You bore yourself down on him. You wanted nothing more than to keep all of him come inside of you. You wanted to give him an heir. You needed it. You needed his seed to take. The thought of you carrying his child mixed with the feeling of his come leaking out of you had you coming again.
âFuck.â Jacaerys leaned his forehead against your back as he caught his breath. âWe should take more baths together.â
You chuckle, âOh but how will we ever keep clean, my prince.â
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đ starring. Jeon Wonwoo x afab!Reader
đŽ preview. Look up at me for a moment, gorgeous,â Wonwoo commands, and you do as youâre told. He meets your gaze, his skin flushed from your mouth suctioning on his cock. âJust need to get your eyes right for your character,â he explains, threading his fingers through your hair and aiding you up and down on his throbbing length. âSuch pretty eyes. You look so good staring up at me with your mouth stuffed full, baby.â
tw/cw. Unprotected sex, use of dragon knotted dildo toy, use of vibrator, multiple reader orgasms, blow job, dirty talk, slight power play/humiliation, clit sucking, overstimulation, pussy stretching, reader rides the toy then Wonwoo uses the toy to make her cum again, talking reader through it, mutual masturbation, Wonwoo strokes himself off to the reader using her toys, etc⌠I pet names: (hers) baby. (Wonwooâs) puppy
đš rating.18+ explicit I wc. 3.9k
đ aus. Established relationship au, gamer!Wonwoo, etcâŚ
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You wake up to an empty bed, your hand stretching uselessly toward your boyfriendâs side of the mattress, to no avail. With a slight groan and a huff of sleepy annoyance, you wrap yourself tighter in your white duvet, searching for the energy to sit up.
A clicking sound has your brows furrowing, and you wrap your body tight in the blanket as you open your eyes to look around.
Wonwooâs sitting at his gaming station in the corner of the room, large earphones snug around his head. For a guy whoâs a bit of a night owl, youâre shocked heâs awake and playing video games right now, but as you stare at the screen, you realize whatâs going on.
With the new Fallout TV show, Wonwooâs been wanting to do another playthrough of Fallout 4. Heâs been talking about it on Twitch streams for the better part of a week. Leave it to your boyfriend to get the energy to restart a video game at nine am on a Saturday morning.
As much as you love Wonwoo and what he does for work - being a streamer is his dream afterall - you kind of wish he was still in bed with you. Heâd been up late gaming last night, and was too tired afterward to take care of your growing needs. Youâre at the part of your cycle where youâve been very horny lately, and youâd been crossing your fingers for morning sex, but by the way Wonwoo is locked in on his screen, you can guess that might not be in the cards.
You watch him a few moments longer, realizing that heâs not actively streaming. It looks like heâs just doing general character creation, but with a boyfriend as meticulous as Wonwoo, you know that could take a while.
Quietly slipping from bed, you wrap yourself in a kimono style robe that Wonwoo had got for you on a recent trip to Japan. You head to the bathroom, intent on completing your morning skin care routine, taking your time and brushing your teeth.Â
When you head back to your shared room with Wonwoo fifteen minutes later, your boyfriend looks like he hasnât even moved a muscle aside from his twitching thumbs on the controller.
Approaching Wonwoo, you lean over the back of his chair, loosely guiding your fingers across his shoulders and down to his bare chest.Â
Wonwoo immediately takes his headphones off, turning to press a kiss to your cheek while you linger behind him.
âGood morning,â you breathe.
âMorning, baby,â he says, voice deep and crackly with exhaustion.
âWatcha doing?â
âJust making my Fallout character,â he responds smoothly, turning to look back at the screen. âIâm glad youâre awake actually.â
âYeah?â you grin. âAnd why is that?â
âIâm almost done, and when I move onto my wife character, I want to model her after you. As good as my memory is, itâs probably better to have you here with me when I do it.â
God, heâs such a nerd.
You love him, your whole heart warming in your chest at the notion of him creating a wife character based off of you.
âAre you sure you want to put the time into that?â you ask. âWe both know what happens to the wife within the first fifteen minutes of the game.â
Wonwoo only shrugs. âI woke up to your pretty face and I guess I was inspired.â
âHey, puppy?â The pet name immediately draws his attention, and he turns to look at you, a smirk growing on his lips.
âYes, baby?â
âCan you take a break for a bit?â
Wonwooâs eyes scan you up and down, and then he sets his controller to the side, reaching for you instead. You allow him to lace his fingers with yours, drawing you in front of him. He positions you between his spread thighs, using his free digits to tug on the belt of your kimono robe. You donât even need to verbalize what you need, Wonwoo knows you too well, and within seconds, your robe is opening to expose your naked body.
âI guess I didnât really have the energy to take care of you last night,â Wonwoo admits, leaning forward to press his lips to the spot above your navel.
You let go of his hand in favour of threading your fingers through his curls, his hair teasing your sensitive skin as he presses kisses up toward your rib cage. He cups the back of your thighs, tugging you closer.
Wonwoo reaches your breasts, his tongue darting out to lick at the underside of your boob, eyes gazing up at you.
âHow about a compromise?â he suggests, breath hot on your sensitive skin.
âA compromise?â Your words come out shaky as he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently.
He hums against the sensitive bud, one hand lifting to massage your ass. Then, he pulls away from your breast, looking up at you with a grin. âI just wanna finish your character first.â
You let out a deep sigh, shaking your head at Wonwoo. You step away from him, but he grabs at your hand. âKiss,â he instructs, and you begrudgingly lean down to press a chaste peck to his lips. His fingers thread through your hair, cupping the back of your skull to keep your mouth on his for a few moments longer, then he releases you.Â
âShould only take five or ten minutes,â he tells you. âAnd I need you here to model.âÂ
âOne second,â you groan, heading to your closet.
If he doesnât want to fuck you right away, if he wants to prioritize his video game, thatâs just fine. You can start without him.
You find a good sized toy, one of the dragon style ones that Wonwoo had been obsessed with a few months ago. He loves watching the coulourful, ribbed cock with a wide âknotâ base work you open for him, and fuck it, today feels like a good day for you to enjoy it too.
You also grab a trusty black vibrator and a bottle of lube for good measure before going back to your boyfriend.
Wonwoo doesnât say anything as you sink to the ground, he simply pushes his chair back, giving you some space to settle under the table his computer is on. You can feel his gaze on you when you open the bottle of lube, squirting some onto the toy before suctioning it to the floor.
âFive or ten minutes, right?â you ask, easing over the head of the toy and facing your boyfriend.
âUh huh,â he mumbles, looking down to watch the way you sink the head of the toy into your pussy. âThink you can get all the way down to the knot with that time frame?â
âProbably,â you groan, closing your eyes to enjoy the way the tip feels inside of you. âBut⌠puppy, you havenât fucked me in so long, Iâm pretty tight.â
âYouâll work yourself open,â Wonwoo assures you, his attention turning back to his screen, although you can see his cock beginning to strain against the grey fabric of his sweatpants.
The tip of the toy is tapered compared to the base, with all sorts of ridges that stimulate your inner walls as you test yourself up and down. The lube makes it easy to slide an inch or two inside your aching core, and as much as youâd like to try to sink down fully, you want to go slowly with this, seeing as you have five to ten minutes.
You grab your vibrator, turning it up to a medium setting and placing it on your clit.Â
Your head is bowed, thighs already quivering as the sensation of the vibrator surges through you. A moan slips past your lips, your pace quickening on the toy, another inch sinking into you with your motions.
âThatâs my good baby,â Wonwoo coos, reaching down to cup your cheek.
When you look up at him, you find his gaze still fixed to his computer screen, and it makes you angry.
You bite your lower lip, bouncing faster, harder- pressing the vibrator firmly to your clit in hopes that the pleasurable sensations will distract you from your growing annoyance.
âWonwoo-â you groan.
âPuppy,â he corrects you.
âPlease-â
âPlease what?â your boyfriend counters.
âFuck me?â
Wonwoo looks down at you finally, that shit eating smirk returning to his lips. âOne cock inside of you isnât enough right now, baby?â
âNo, want your cock,â you insist.
âOkay, just remember, you asked for it, and I told you five or ten minutes.â Wonwoo sighs, lifting his hips and pulling his pants down, his hard length slapping up against his lower abdomen.
Youâd meant you wanted his cock in your pussy, but you suppose you hadnât specified what you wanted him to fuck-
Sucking Wonwoo off while he creates a video game character hadnât been on todays bingo card, but you know how your boyfriend gets when heâs gaming, and you fear this might be the only way to have a piece of him while heâs focused.
Licking your lips, you pull him closer, the wheels of his chair dragging against the ground. With the hand not on the vibrator, you grab the base of his cock, adjusting so you can wrap your mouth around the tip.
Wonwoo releases a pleased groan, and you can feel your pussy clench around the toy.
Your eyes close, your focus going to the sensations ringing through your body. You take more of the dragon cock, slowly moving up and down on it in tandem with your mouth on Wonwoo. The vibrations on your clit are still making your legs shake, and as you get lost in the feeling of blowing your lover, you think you might cum pretty quick this way.
âThatâs it, baby,â Wonwoo coos. âMy good girl, being so patient.â
Fuck him for praising your patience. He knows lines like that make you eager to please him in this way, eager for more whispered words of affirmation even while heâs neglecting your aching pussy, fully content with you using a toy while he prioritizes his game-
âLook up at me for a moment, gorgeous,â he commands, and you do as youâre told. He meets your gaze, his skin flushed from your mouth suctioning on his cock. âJust need to get your eyes right for your character,â he explains, threading his fingers through your hair and aiding you up and down on his throbbing length. âSuch pretty eyes. You look so good staring up at me with your mouth stuffed full, baby.â
Fuck. Your toes curl at his words.
If his skin wasnât betraying the effect youâre having on him, youâd never be able to tell by the steady baritone of his morning voice. Heâs not shuddering, not breathing deeply- it makes you want to suck on him even harder. You want to earn Wonwooâs sounds of pleasure- sounds that can be so rare from a man who uses his voice for a living.
âHows that cock feel inside of you?â he asks, gaze shifting up to his screen again. âGetting you nice and stretched for me, huh?â
You groan around his length, sucking roughly on his sensitive tip.
Wonwoo takes a sharp breath, and your body tingles with your success of earning a strangled sound from him.
âIâm almost done,â he assures you. âBut I want to watch you take the knot first, be a good girl and sink down on the toy for me.â
You pull off of his cock with a popping sound, wiping a hand across your saliva wet lips. âWhat does it matter to you? You canât even see me taking this.â
âTrue, but I know the sounds you make when you stuff yourself full with that toy. Wanna hear your pretty sounds baby.â
How is he so good at dirty talk while still staring at his computer screen?
âNerd,â you whisper under your breath.
âHmm?â He looks down at you with a grin, and you know he heard what you said.
âNothing.â
âYouâre gonna get it in two minutes,â he warns.
âLucky me,â you say sarcastically, riding the toy faster, pushing yourself closer and closer to the wide base.
Wonwooâs left hand finds his cock, and he begins to stroke himself while you focus on your own pleasure, rubbing the vibrator back and forth along your aching clit.
A whimper escapes you when you sink all the way down to the knot of the toy, hovering over the widest section.
âThatâs the sound,â Wonwoo muses. âCome on, sink down on it.â
âIâm too tight,â you tell him, moving up and down, unable to go any further onto the knotted base.
âWhen you take it, Iâll take you,â Wonwoo promises, stroking his cock faster.
Looking up at him, you find your boyfriend staring at you now. Heâs set the controller aside, and you have his full attention.
âCanât you just fuck me right now?â you plead, motions stopping.
âIâm just a gamer nerd, remember, baby? Isnât it my job to watch an angel like you make herself cum on some stupid toy before I get a taste?â
Fuck.Â
He makes it sound like heâs the victim here, although clearly youâre the one aching for him.
âPuppy,â you groan, looking down and focusing on taking the knot. âIâm not wet enough-â
âThen cum. Use your vibe and make yourself cum, should make it easier.â
âBut I want you,â you whine.
He laughs. âBrat.â
âNerd,â you fire back.Â
Wonwooâs grin only widens. âBe a good girl, make yourself cum, take the dragon knot-â
âAnything else?â you huff, rubbing the vibrator hard on your clit.
âYeah, one more thing.â Wonwoo sits back smugly in his chair, spreading his thighs even wider. âSuck my balls.âÂ
You narrow your eyes at him. Sucking his dick is one thing, but sucking his balls? Generally with past boyfriends, youâve stuck to their cocks- but Wonwoo has a very specific way of challenging you to do things like this.Â
He knows you canât refuse. He carries all the cards. If you want his dick inside of you, youâre going to have to do this for him. Itâs not like you hate sucking balls, itâs not like youâve ever voiced it to him that this is a boundary for you, itâs just⌠regularly, youâd rather⌠well, youâd rather not.Â
But you suppose this is what you get for calling him a nerd.Â
With a sigh, you lean forward, licking at the space just below the fingers wrapped around the base of his cock.
âDonât be shy,â he tells you.Â
You decide to focus mainly on your own pleasure while you take one of his balls into your mouth. Heâs doing this to degrade you, to get back at you for being impatient- but at the same time, from the contented groan that leaves his lips, you know Wonwooâs sensitive in this area.Â
His sounds do make things easier for you, and you close your eyes, rubbing your clit hard with the vibrator.
âThatâs it,â he coos. âI love it when youâre a good girl for me.â
You whimper at his words, your core throbbing desperately.
âBetter be fast and cum though, Iâm not sure I can handle much of this, youâre just so good with your mouth.â
And now heâs threatening to not even fuck you? Heâll stroke himself to the finish line if you donât cum first?
This man will be the death of you.
âCome on, baby, I know you want to cum,â he encourages you. âBe a good girl and just do it, cum from that vibrator and the dragon cock inside your tight fucking pussy.â
His words are the last straw and you pull off his balls to let out a deep groan. You bury your face against his thigh, pussy fluttering as your orgasm slams into you. Your walls contract around what you can take of the toy, and you feel a rush of wetness coat the silicon, helping you bob up and down even faster-
âThatâs it,â Wonwoo breathes, rubbing his cock even faster. âJust a little more and Iâll fuck you.â
You whimper like a whore in heat, biting gently against Wonwooâs thigh as you push yourself to sink further onto the toy, your inner walls screaming at you due to the stretch.
âGood girl,â your boyfriend praises you, petting you with a warm hand that makes your entire body ache.
You turn the vibrator off, nearly overstimulated. Tossing it to the side you focus on the dildo, feeling your pussy stretch to accommodate part of the knot.
âAlmost there,â Wonwoo says, and by the way heâs stroking his cock, youâre not sure if heâs talking about you or himself.
âWonwoo, please,â you beg. âI canât-â
âYouâre the one who wanted to be filled today, just take a little more and Iâll fill you,â he says, his motions faltering on his length.Â
You grab at his thighs, squeezing and using him for leverage to rock up and down on the toy. Your eyes clench shut as you bob up and down, your wetness coating the silicon until-
You let out a gasp as you sink fully onto the toy, pausing while your thighs quiver. Another mini orgasm rushes through you at the feeling of being stretched this way, the knot stuck in your sensitive hole-
âThatâs it,â Wonwoo says, moving into action immediately. He pushes away from you, standing up. Hands that are surprisingly gentle reach down and pull you to your feet, making you cry out from the way the toy is still lodged inside of you. âFuck, you are tight,â he notes from the way the dragon cock didnât immediately shoot out of you from the change in position.Â
âPuppy-â you whimper, already delirious.Â
Wonwoo helps you onto the bed, sinking to his knees at the foot of the mattress. He spreads your thighs, and you look down to see his pupils blow with lust while he stares at the large toy still embedded in your pussy.
He licks his lips. âFuck, I always love it when you take this fucking knot.â
You whisper his name, moaning loudly when he grabs the base of the toy and gently thrusts it in and out of you.Â
Then, he shifts, and his tongue finds your clit. âOne more?â he practically pleads. âThen another when Iâm inside of you?â
Itâs been days since heâs made you cum, and it feels like today, heâs going to make up for that. You can bet that by tonight, youâll have lost track of how many times youâve orgasmed, and you honestly donât mind.
âPlease,â you whisper, reaching down to thread your fingers in his sleep tossled curls.
Wonwoo wraps his lips around your clit, gently rocking the toy inside of you. He doesnât pull it all the way out, just shifts the knot along your sensitive walls, stretched to the limit and already throbbing.
âFuck, thatâs so good, puppy,â you groan, throwing your head back, eyes clenching shut. You begin to rock your hips, feeling impossibly full- his mouth suctions lewdly around your sensitive bud and your entire body quakes, thighs shaking on either side of his head. âShit-â
Wonwoo grins against your pussy, an invitation for you to cum on the toy-
Fuck, you need him so badly, and your need spurs your body on, your muscles clenching as you teeter on the edge of an orgasm.
His teeth graze your clit and thatâs all you need to topple over the edge, your legs attempting to close around Wonwoo while your pussy throbs desperately around the toy. The sounds escaping you now are practically inhumane, your entire body overtaken by white hot pleasure that courses through you like an electric wave.
Wonwoo pulls the toy from your core and you jolt from the loss, eyes opening to stare down at your boyfriend-
He releases your clit from your mouth, standing quickly. âFuck, you look so good cumming on that stupid toy,â Wonwoo groans, grabbing the base of his cock and lining his tip up with your still aching pussy. âGonna fill you now, like I promised.â
He sheaths himself inside of you and you let out a loud moan of releif. âPuppy,â you whimper, making grabby hands at him.
Wonwoo wastes no time, shifting his knees onto the bed, getting on top of you so he can press his lips to yours. Your tongues begin to clash immediately, and the kiss feels almost feverish as you tangle your fingers in his curls.
Heâs such a good kisser, but you can hardly focus on his lips with the way his hips are already moving, thrusting so the tip of his cock hits your cervix with each motion-
âFuck, fuck-â you whimper, feeling tears in your eyes from the overstimulation.
Wonwooâs mouth finds your throat, his mouth narrowing in on your sweet spot, sucking roughly.
âPuppy-â you cry, tangling your legs tighter around his hips.
âI know, Iâm close too,â he pants. âWatching you take that fucking knot just does something to me-â
Your core throbs at his words- youâd guessed heâd been close while jacking off, but hearing him say it this directly makes you even hornier. Your pussy is a sloppy mess, so wet that each thrust has it practically squelching.
 âPlease, puppy, please-â you pant, nuzzling against his cheek and licking at his sensitive ear. âWant your cum, want it so bad.â
âFuck,â Wonwoo groans. âRub your clit, need you squeezing me when I cum.âÂ
You shove a hand between your bodies, nearly crying from the sensitivity of your overworked bud- but youâre not about to give up now. Youâre not a weakling, and if Wonwoo wants one more orgasm out of you, youâll give him one.
âFeels so good,â you gasp, rubbing even harder, your core clenching tight around Wonwooâs cock while he pants loudly in your ear.
âNeed you to cum,â he grits out, fingers digging into your hips. âCome on, baby, cum for me.â
You shut your eyes tight, focusing on all the pleasure surging through you, and when Wonwoo bites gently into your throat, your high hits you straight on.
You gasp loudly, back arching off of the bed, pushing your tits toward Wonwooâs chest. He releases his own sound of pleasure, and you can feel his cock throbbing while your walls clench around him, painting your insides as you both cum hard.Â
You listen to his moans, loving the way he grabs you tightly as he cums, his thrusts faltering, motions shallow, as if he wants to be as deep as possible when he fills you up.
Your lips find his throat, pressing kisses there that make him shiver as you ride out your orgasms, and soon, your muscles are relaxing, the tightness making way for a slacked, exhausted feeling that overwhelms you.
Wonwoo stills on top of you, panting loudly by your ear.
âI thinkâŚâ he swallows thickly. âI think we should go back to sleep now.â
You laugh, petting his curls. âWhat about your precious video game?â
âFuck the video game,â he counters. âRight now, Iâm going to clean you up, go back to sleep with you curled on my chest, then we can wake up in a few hours, do it again, get takeout-â
âYou have the whole day planned out, donât you, nerd?â
Wonwoo only laughs. âDonât test me, baby.â
âNever.â
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cw/ tw. Unprotected sex, handcuff bondage, reader tries to dom Wonwoo, edging, oral, blow job, pussy eating, 69, choking, dirty talk, pet names, reader is slightly in control, Wonwoo breaks the handcuffs, slight crying/dacryphilia, power dynamic, power switch, teasing, creampie, slight fallout roleplay, masturbation, deep throating, etc⌠ I petnames. (hers) baby (his) puppy, sirÂ
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âHey, puppy?â you call, standing in the doorway of your bedroom, watching your boyfriend close up his stream for the night.
âYes, baby?â
The nerd doesnât even look up from what heâs doing, but you suppose thatâs no new behaviour. With a huff, you disconnect from the door frame, sauntering over to Wonwoo, your skin tight outfit squeezing you with each step.
Leaning over his back, you allow your hands to dance across his chest, Wonwoo looks down, and thatâs when you get his attention.
His body goes rigid, and he slowly turns to look at you, taking in the full body Fallout Vault dweller costume youâre wearing.
âBabyâŚâ Wonwoo lets out a chuckle, âwhat are you doing?â
âPlaying into your addiction,â you say smoothly. âWhat, you donât like it?â
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Peculiar (P 0.5)
Cregan Stark x seer!Reader
Summary: After a frightening vision, the reader has to make sure Cregan is okay.
Warnings: misinterpreting the Red mf Wedding đ
A/n: THIS IS A PREQUEL TO THIS! And based on an ask!
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She could cry.
The visions had been getting better. She had been doing better. But suddenly, a horrific sight flooded her mind and she couldn't stop it from happening.Â
Stark blood stained the stone floors of a great castle.
"The Lannisters send their regardsâŚ" she sniffled. That was all she could remember of it. "The LannistersâŚ"
She feared what her great lord husband would think when he found out about her⌠peculiarity. He knew of it only in speech, never seeing it for himself.Â
She couldn't let him view what she had become.Â
Her handmaiden had told her to keep Cregan at arms distance in order to keep her dreams and visions from scaring him, or worse, casting her aside.Â
But she couldn't handle it tonight.
She needed to see that he was okay.
She jumped up and walked out of her chamber, not bothering to grab her robe.
Her feet padded against the cold floor of Winterfell as she ran to his room.Â
But once she reached the door that she knew was his, she hesitated.Â
She should not interrupt his sleep.
She shouldn't bother him.
She shouldn'tâŚ
She knocked on the door and waited.
After a while, the door opened with a creak. Cregan's tired form filled the doorway. He was angry, reasonably so, thinking that a servant had interrupted his sleep. But seeing the culprit to be his wife, he softened his tone, "Whatever is the matter?"
"I⌠I just⌠I-" she stopped herself, realizing how pathetic her words had become.
Cregan tilted his head, rubbing his eyes forcefully. "What is it?"
"I needed to see you," she almost whimpered.
He paused and considered her words. "You wanted to see me?" He questioned.
"I needed to see that you're alright," she clarified.
"I am fine," he stated, holding his arms out as proof. "I was abed, slumbering quite peacefully. You have nothing to fret over."
She steadied her breathing, "Right." She rubbed her arm soothingly. "It was foolish of me to wake you. Please forgive me."
"I will if you tell me what caused such a ruckus in your mind," he stated, a twinkling coming to his eye as his mind finally was beginning to wake.
He hadn't gotten to spend as much time with her as he had hoped. She was skittish, and fairly so, but he couldn't find a way to connect with her.Â
Perhaps it was because she wished for her own room. Or so Cregan had been led to believe.Â
"Well?" He questioned when she gave no response.
"I saw something."
"Alright," he said as he took in her words. "What is it that you saw? Are you alright?"
"No, my lord," she persisted. "I saw something."
Oh.
He knew that she had visions, but he had yet to see the effects of them.
And now here she was, teary-eyed in the night at his door, begging to see that he was alright.
Whatever had occurred must have been quite serious.
He hummed in thought. Rather than saying anything, he moved out of the doorway, motioning with his head for her to come in.
She obeyed and walked into his room. She walked past him and began to observe his chambers.
The room was lit only by the flames of the fire in the fireplace. She walked to the fire to warm her.
Cregan shut the door and turned to her. "Chilled?"
She shrugged lightly as she stared into the flames.
He moved next to her. His hand brushed against her lower back in an attempt to sooth her.
"There was⌠there was blood," she whispered out. "Stark blood."
He felt a chill go down his spine. "Stark blood?" He rubs a hand down his small beard and huffs. "Sit down. I want to hear it all."
"You don't," she countered.
"I promise to you that I do. Now sit," he commanded softly.
She considered his words then nodded, sitting on the sofa by the fire. She pulled her legs up to her chest and began. "Well, I usually try to forget."
Cregan sat down next to her but left enough room to let her be comfortable. "If you don't wish to tell me, just say so."
"I'll remember. Just⌠give me a moment."
"Take your time," he remarked sweetly.
They sat in silence for a while.
"The lion will set a trap and the young wolf will fall. Red will rain down⌠as the king meets his match."
Cregan hummed. "That's a harsh dream, don't you think? Do they always frighten you like this?"
"There was⌠a feast⌠aâŚ. A wedding feast. There was a Stark. I'm sure it was you, I'm sure of it. And⌠and a wife that I⌠I hope is me. She was with child butâŚ" her voice trailed off completely this time.
"But�" He pushed.
"But... the wedding was a trap. And you died. It was horrid."
"Do your dreams always come true?"
"Not usually. But⌠I imagine that they will one day. That day is just not come yet."
He thought for a while, leaning back on the sofa. "Is there anything else of note to this dream?"
"They said something. Before⌠before we were slaughtered."
His face paled, "You as well?"Â
She nodded, "Well⌠I believe I may have been first. Me andâŚ" the words got caught in her throat. "âŚtheâŚthe child."
Cregan's mind began to go into overdrive. The child? She believed he would ever let something befall her and a child of his in that manner?Â
He already felt protective over the non-existent babe.
"What did they say?" He asked lowly as he looked to her.
She continued to stare at the flames. " 'The Lannisters send their regards.' "
Cregan stood and began to pace as he rubbed his forehead with his hand. The other was placed on his hip.
She watched his shadow dance across the ceiling as he moved. "Do you think me mad?"
He paused and turned his head to look at her. "What?"
"It's alright if you do. The people do. I've heard their whispers in the night when they think I cannot hear them. I imagine you whisper as well."
"You are my wife. Why would I ever-"
"-Please. Do not lie to save my dignity." She sniffled. "You have a wife that will surely go mad by her last days. It's alright to admit it."
"You're not mad, nor will you be," he stated forcefully, trying to make her believe it. "Do they speak to you in that manner? Do they say things to you?"
"Sometimes," she answered with a dead tone. She was indifferent to it all now.Â
He sighed. "I understand your need for space, but I'd like you to move into here. Permanently. What do you think?"
"I shouldn't."
He marched to her and knelt in front of her. "I want you to feel safe. Wanted." He took her hand. "Whether this vision is the very vision of truth or whether it's all shit, I'm tired of this wall between us. Now, will you help me tear it down?"
She bit the inside of her cheek and nodded.
He smiled lightly, brushing her cheek with his calloused fingers. "Thank you. Perhaps you should rest. It's still fairly early in the night. Enough time to find sleep."
"I couldn't sleep now. I never can after seeing things."
"Hmm. Well⌠perhaps you'll indulge me by laying by my side as I rest?" He offered, hoping to coax her under the warm furs.
He wanted to further tease her, but stopped himself, knowing that she was working through her thoughts. "I'm only asking for your company and nothing more."
She nodded.
He smiled and took her hand, leading her to the bed and pulling the furs aside. "The journey from your room to this one must have been cold. Were you so concerned for me you didn't grab a cloak?"
When she said nothing, he took that as an answer enough. "Let us get you warm then."
The two settled into the bed, the constantly flickering light from the flames almost leaving them in darkness.
She laid on the edge of the bed. She didn't want to overstep her welcome. She wasn't sure how far that welcome extended.
But his large arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her to him, and a chuckle came from his throat. "I wouldn't invite you if I didn't want you here."
She snuggled into his chest and relished the heat that radiated from him.
"I am sorry I have not been more attentive to you," he mentioned. "I should have been kinder and more welcoming."
"No," she interrupted. "I've pushed you away-"
"-Because I made you feel as if that was the best outcome." He brushed hair from her face. "Don't fret about that anymore. And in the morning, I want a list of those who have spoken unkindly to you."
"What will you do?"
He said nothing, only holding her closer.
As she began to lull to sleep, he smiled. "I won't let a Lannister touch you. That I can promise."
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A/n: dare I make a part 3 when she's pregnant???? And have more visions??? I love how much everyone was trying to figure out what they were
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I Wish That You'd Fuck Me Sober
Her bodyguard won't sleep with her unless he's intoxicated. She wants him in any way you could want a person, but he's just there to do a job.
Warnings: smut, p in v
Viv's AUgust Event
Three months into his job and he entered her bed for the first time. It had been a rough night for the both of them. She'd snuck out to a party and he'd followed her.
To make it bearable, he was downing shot after shot of alcohol. He could still do his job well with it in his system, right? He could still protect her, right?
Things were moving in slow motion in front of him. He reached for her, just as another man went to pull her into his chest. Acting off instincts, Carlos raised his fist and punched him.
The man stumbled back and Carlos pulled her in close. He quickly walked her out of the party and away from that house.
He hadn't spoken to her since she'd entered the party. It was terrifying, actually, just how silent he was. He gripped her arm and pulled her down the street. "Carlos," she tried, stumbling slightly. "Please, talk to me."
He pulled her closer and helped her walk the rest of the way to the house. The house her rich father had bought for her. She got whatever she wanted, Carlos knew. He just didn't realise that included him.
He got her up the stairs and to her bedroom. "Fucking hell, talk to me!" She demanded as they stood outside of her bedroom door.
His expression was unreadable, but she was furious. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him towards her. She kissed him, chest pressed against his.
Carlos pushed her away. But then he opened the bedroom door and walked her inside. Kicking the door shut, he pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her. "You're playing with fire," he grunted and kissed her neck.
Her legs wrapped around him pulling him close. "I don't care," She whispered and reached for his trousers.
Carlos stood up, forcing her to release the grip she had on him. He loosened his tie and and pulled it from around his neck, dropping it to the floor.
He moved slowly as she watched him, propped up by her elbows. Carlos gave her a single command, to get herself undressed, and she did just that.
By the time he had finished unbuttoning his shirt, she had resumed her position on the bed, this time naked. Carlos strode forward. He himself wasn't undressed, but he ran his tongue over his lips at the sight of her.
Fuck, he wanted her. In his drunken haze, he wanted her. Sitting on the bed, he pulled her onto her lap. Her hands roamed beneath his shirt as he kissed her.
"Fuck," he grunted as she rolled her hips against his.
And then she was on her back again. She whined out as she reached between them to free himself. Pulling his dick from his underwear, he ran the tip through her folds.
He didn't push in, not yet. No, he wanted to savour this, savour the sounds she was making. She moaned out his name, a desperate plea as she pulled at the shirt on his back.
He was slow as he pushed in. The way she stretched around him, it was something he'd never forget. His forehead dropped onto her shoulder as he bottomed out.
His thrusts were shallow, not really moving at all. He grunted out curses, eyes closed as she attempted to rock against him, to create more friction.
Carlos gave her exactly what she wanted. His hips snapped against her own and he sucked dark bruises into her neck. She whined beneath him, back arching up with every deep thrust.
Here was the thing, Carlos knew he couldn't finish inside of her. But she was squeezing him so nicely, he was so damn close. It took all of the willpower he had to pull out and spill onto her stomach.
"Fuck," he grunted as his body fell beside her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest.
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She woke up, alone. But the other side of he bed was warm and the smell of sex and her bodyguard filled the air.
A smile covered her face as she pulled her pink robe over her body. She placed her feet into her slippers and headed out of her bedroom.
The other staff members watched, obviously confused by her grin as she headed downstairs. All of these years they'd worked for her, they knew she should have been incredibly hungover.
There Carlos was, sitting outside on the patio. She made her way over to him and placed her hand on his shoulder. "Good morning," she said and slipped into his lap.
Swiftly, Carlos removed her. "What are you doing?" He hissed and stepped away from her.
The look of confusion crossed her face, and Carlos seemed to get it. "Fuck," he hissed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Last night was a mistake, okay? It shouldn't have happened."
Her heart was beating erratically. Oh fuck, she was going to throw up. Her arm was around her stomach and her mouth was dry.
Carlos wouldn't touch her again, not until he'd had a drink. It was his evening off, and his second glass of whisky. Sitting on the couch, he watched as she sat on the sofa opposite his own.
Fuck, she was pretty. And he hadn't forgotten the feel of her body against his own. But his mind was still somewhat clear.
She turned on the television and he poured himself another whisky.
It wasn't long until he had her back on his lap, hands on her hips. But he'd never touch her sober.
a/n: the title of this fic is from the song crab Park by atta boy pls check it out
a/n 2: this is the last fic for the f1 part of AUgust!! Tomorrow we start with the tgm side
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To be Understood
Second part to "To be Seen"
Hey! I honestly didn't think people would like the last drabble as much as they did and I didn't have a pt.2 planned, but I decided to try and see where it goes.
Also, I am new to actually posting something and having feedback or having people want to be tagged, so I didn't do something right in the tagging process pls let me know :)
I am going to make this a little series bc I cannot fit the entirety of the story in one and actually make it comprehensive and not 10,000+ words in one one-shot. :)))
Plus, I think I could make this just the right amount of heart wrenching and fluffy >:)
Summary: Following up on his promise to keep a more watchful position in your newly transitioned life, Azriel attempts to get to know you and spend time in your presence. After the panic attack in the town of Velaris, more seeing eyes has been turned towards you from your friends. They are trying to make sure you are accounted for more than before, but time and pressure has some things slipping. Multiple awkward encounters and attempts to see eye to eye to the spymaster (in particular) leads to an intimate confession between the two of you.
Warnings: Slight mentions of PTSD recovery, anxiety, self-doubt, slight!jealous Azriel, Cassian is testing the waters with his brother again
Words: 2,668
previous part
The sun was the first thing your eyes adjusted to upon waking up. The slight breeze from the open window brought in the fresh smell of the dew and had your body relaxing further into the comfy sheets as the temperature in the room reflected that of outside. The eccentricity of your room bringing comfort and serenity and the little nicknacks you have collected since being here allowed a cozy feeling to emulate throughout it.
Feyre even mentioned how jealous she was of how comfortable and warm your room is, and mentioned she couldnât get hers to be similar even when she tried.
The memory had you smiling.
Stretching underneath the comfortable weighted comforter, you pull back the edge, allowing your body to be exposed to the colder air. Grabbing the longer silk robe that hung beside you, you made your way out of your comfort zone to the hallway towards the kitchen. Ever since your moment within the town, Feyre, Cassian, Mor, everyone had made sure that you were taken care of and heard. It took some time to get used to, admittedly, all the extra attention. At first you had slightly resented it as you could only imagine it as an act of pity and after you had an episode, you also understood that the type of thinking is how the eldest Archereon is as cold as she is. Plus, the time you spend with them has created strong bonds and happy memories for you.
It also had you picking up new hobbies that you never had time for before.
Turns out you can cook.
And bake.
Really well actually.
So well that often times when you bake a new treat or snack, upon knowing of its presence, the residents of the house would have it gone within the hour. It made you feel good, to be able to repay in some way the aid they have given you.
The mystery that is your abilities have yet to be explored since the outburst, but you also didnât mind as your head was finally wrapping around the circumstances you have been put through. Although, the High Lord or Rhys, had expressed interest in potentially figuring it out soon to see if it could help them and the court. You were all over it, and the aspect of integrating into this family further made you excited.
Arriving in the kitchen, you begin gathering ingredients to make breakfast. The house, although it can provide anything you wish for food, seemed to pick up on your therapeutic hobby and promoted it. Even gathering ingredients and appearing them before you on the counterspace. You always chalked it up to the house wanting a break from constantly taking care of people, but deep down you knew it seemed to have a little soft spot for you. Whipping together the batter, throwing it in the divine oven and cooking the meats to perfection, the breakfast is ready in about an hour.
The sun had settled into the sky, far from shining over the horizon which had itsâ light wake you.
It was still early though.
Looking at the spread before you, you had asked the house to keep it warm and ready for everyone as they began to roll out of bed and chase the heavenly scent of pancakes, bacon and omelet.
It was Azrielâs favorite.
The skin of your cheeks flared at the thought and shook your head at how absurd you are. Cooking and baking for everyone allowed you to take notice of things that they had favored over the rest, often being expressed vocally. However, some, like the spymaster, just through body language and action would key you into likes and dislikes. Feyre loved eggs benedict, in almost nauseatingly cuteness, so did her mate. When you would make it, almost as a sixth sense, those two would always be the first to arrive and express how happy the dish made them before gathering a large plate. Cassian was a sandwich guy, anything quick and simple, but he swears you enchant the sausage and bacon you add to be sweet and salty at the same time. On those days you often must make a bounty of those little sandwiches for him to take with him for the day. Mor liked simple muffins and like Cass, would wrap one up to go while giving you a hug on her way out. Nesta and Elaine hadnât showed up for breakfast but the youngest seemed to prefer oatmeal, which ironically was also her favorite while human.
Azriel was the hardest to read. With every dish you made, breakfast/lunch/dinner, he would appreciate and eat like a man starved (an exaggeration but you always found your eyes on him anyway). You had switched up the recipes and altered the assortment of foods, but every time he would tell you how much he liked it and clear the plate.
It wasnât until you truly watched him did you found out just how much he loved the simple things in life.
It was a day like any other, you had cooked breakfast and set up the table for a nice meal as you had known everyone would be able to sit and eat together. It was uncommon so you made a tried-and-true love by everyone.
Bacon, eggs and pancakes with homemade lavender syrup that you asked Elaine to harvest for you in her garden.
As everyone sat, you couldnât help but let your eyes stare as the spymaster sat down fresh out of bed and allowed a little small smile to grace his features looking at the plate he had. It was all you needed to know, and each time you would serve something new, you would watch for the little ticks that he would allow to shine through.
A smile.
A little sigh and relief of tension from his shoulders.
A gentle extra âThank youâ which he would all but whisper across the table to you.
All of it had your heart thumping and blood rushing to your face, allowing that little butterfly to turn into hundreds.
After his comment after taking you home, he had made his presence around you more common and you loved it. Every time the two of you were together time became irrelevant, the serene sense that would settle over your body was addictive. You had only prayed that he got the same sense of belonging.
He was such a pretty male.
So gentle and observant.
It was so hard to not have your feelings bleed into your everyday life and movements. It wasnât long after the incident with him that your thoughts were all but consumed by him.
Not that you were complaining.
âIt smells divine in here.â The soft sound of Mor broke you out of your rather long thoughts of Az, as an easy smile fell over your face.
âI wanted to make something simple today.â You shrug, but meeting the second handâs eyes, you stumbled slightly.
âHow are you settling in Y/n?â Her tone was inquisitive, but the smile that bloomed her face left you choking.
âWell.â You coughed, âIâm settling in well.â
âAnyone in particular helping you out?â You narrowed your eyes to her.
âEveryone has been amazing.â
âOh, come on Y/n!â She shuffled towards you as mischief glinted in her eyes. âYou can tell me; we all see it.â
Your heart stopped.
âAll?â Her light laughter halted.
âNo not all, some though.â Your breathing resumed. âI highly doubt if you wrote a sign with all these love meals, he still wouldnât see it.â It was chastising, lovingly, but still with a little edge to it.
âHe is just being friendly Mor.â You argue with a sigh. It was the one thought you couldnât get out of your head. Viewing his relationship with everyone and his attentiveness towards Elaine. You couldnât help but just feel as if he enjoyed your presence, but as a friend.
Mor sighed and looked towards the still steaming pile of pancakes and syrup.
âI know it can be difficult to believe, but heâs more relaxed around you. If any two people deserve to be happy or even have a shot, itâs you two.â The sounds of footsteps down the hall had her breaking away from you but not without a nod sent towards her. You would be open to him and the idea, more than just the little crush you have accumulated.
The in-question footsteps that had the conversation halting belonged to Feyre, Rhys and the male in question. Most likely fresh from training as small beads of sweat pooled on their skin and hair showed dampness.
You watched the spymasterâs eyes alight, taking in the assortment of his favorites on the counter. He quickly grabbed a plate, effortlessly and unbeknownst to his high lord and lady, cutting in front of them to scoop his desired piles.
âY/n, you are the most amazing person I have ever met.â Feyre exclaimed as her body seemed to quiver with the simple task of standing, but her obviously salivating mouth had her also reaching for cutlery and plates to pile stuff onto. Rhys laughed in response to her antics and followed suit, thanking you in the process as both followed the now seated Azriel to the table. It was sweet, his honor to wait for you to be seated and with food to begin eating. You could tell some days it really tried his control; however, those days you knew without a shadow of a doubt that he truly loved the food that had been prepared. Glancing back towards the table, you met eyes briefly with Azriel.
The warmth that showed in them had you ignite with hope and adoration towards the male, almost uncontrollably so. It had you smiling and fiddling at the ends of your hair.
The following sounds of heavier steps broke your attention.
âCan I just say, I am in love with you.â Cassian entered the kitchen with heat and brought you into a quick embrace. The smell of sweat and sand had you scrunching your nose but the laugh that exited you had him add a little spin before setting you down.
The soft sound of a chair being moved echoed as you didnât realize the table had become quiet, watching.
Mor had a shit eating grin, but not at you, but at the now walking over Spymaster. The same spymaster picked up your loaded plate (you were waiting for everyone to be served before doing so yourself) and brought it back to the table, setting it down in the open seat across from himself. You tilted your head but caught the small look between the mates at the table, notably having a non-verbal conversation. Looking back at the general, he too had a smile, but one only aimed at you and the food in front of you.
âIâll be over once I pile the rest of the bacon on.â Another laugh emitted from you as you walked over to your place, noting the food had been set down gently and not disturbed when Azriel had placed it.
You looked up and met his hazel eyes, there was a slight edge to it, but not at you. In fact, when you met his eyes, you couldâve sworn they melted from that ice back to the warmth that was once there before.
The settling of plates had you glance over at Cassian. He was only a seat away from, you but on the other side of the table.
Easy conversation settled over the table as everyone began to eat. Taking bites of your eggs and bacon, a small moan of appreciation rattled through you. You caught movement in your peripheral where Azriel sat, but didnât bother to check or see what it was assuming it was just him enjoying his meal. Â Even you had to admit this was good. Similar sounds followed suit as everyone dug in and the sounds of scraping of plates that filled the room.
âAre you busy today?â Cassian piped up after shoveling a rather large mouthful of egg. You shook your head; you didnât think you had anything planned but were going to ask if Azriel had a couple hours to spare for some time alone with him to talk. You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could Az had cleared his throat and spoke up.
âWe have plans.â The room turned towards the male as he stared at his brother, the ice returning to his gaze. You wracked your brain trying to make sure you didnât forget plans that you had made prior but came up empty. That grin from Mor returned as she made eye contact with you.
Suddenly the leftover soggy pancakes on your plate looked really interesting.
âOh?â The brother threw back. Looking over to Cassian again, you nodded along feigning innocence.
âIâm sorry, I mustâve forgotten for a moment.â Although you knew your best friend and possibly Mor clocked it quick, you allowed the easy smile to lay it on thick with the general. He returned it and nodded along, taking the lie for a simple slip of the mind.
âNo problem, but when youâre free I want to show you around the training grounds. I think it could be good for you.â Your chest filled with pride again, even some that you didnât think could be your own, but none the less made you feel all nice. As everyone cleaned up and filed out, you caught eyes with Azriel.
His shoulders were tense.
Nervous even.
The depth of his shadows swirled around him as he took particularly long to wash up his plate.
Watching the last of your friends exit the kitchen and the food clean itself up and put away, you made light steps over to the shadowsinger.
âSo, whatâs on the agenda today?â You ask. The feign confidence of your words had Az glancing over with a small smile. Releasing a little sigh, he removed his eyes from his now empty hands which wrapped around the front of the sink. He had leaned into it, seemingly matching your confident air.
âAnything you want, sunshine.â Your cheeks flushed as you looked away. Today was a record for heat that entered your face. You tried your best not to allow the nerves in your stomach to ruin the encounter.
You would be fine.
Itâs just two friends hanging out.
All normal here.
But the ideas that Mor had fed into your brain ran rampant.
âThere is a bakery and some shops I want to explore. Can we go today?â You originally had plans to go with Feyre. In fact, she had made you swear you wouldnât go without her because she heard the pastries were divine.
She would forgive you once she knew who you went with instead.
âOf course, Iâve been meaning to make a couple stops as well. We can go together.â You couldnât help the small seed of selfishness from talking as you held eye contact with the male.
âCan you fly us down? Iâm still not used to winnowing.â It was the most believable lie you have ever let slip past your lips, but you didnât feel sorry about it. Would you ever admit it was because you wanted to be pressed against him with adrenaline rushing through you? Or that you wanted to feel his strong arms hold you without a single ounce of sweat or issue? Perhaps that you wanted to smell his scent of frost and night and hope to any god that would listen that it would cling to the sweater you would wear. Not if your life depended on it and there was a sword slitting your throat.
However, something in the way Azrielâs eyes darkened slightly and his smile turned into a smirk had you second guessing how thoroughly your ulterior motives had been hidden.
âAnything for you Sunshine, wouldnât dream of making you ill.â
He clocked it.
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You ask your boyfriend Suguru to be mean to you in bed for the first time. How could he refuse when you tempt him so good?
Contains: mean!Suguru, sub!fem!reader, degradation (bitch, whore, slut, pathetic, useless)
Suguru is just the nicest boyfriend ever. He always makes sure you're happy and taken care of. He gives you a massage every time you're tired, prepares warm baths for you when you come back from work and every morning when you wake up late, breakfast is on your bedside table, heart shaped pancakes soaked in maple syrup next to a glass of strawberry juice. So that's why he froze when you asked him to be mean to you in bed.
Both of you were seated on the edge of the bed, your hands in your lap, looking at him with big pleading eyes. He let out a nervous chuckle.
"Baby, you know I love you. I'd never be mean to you on purpose"
"I know Sugu but pleaseee" you insisted. He sighed.
"I don't know how to feel about this..."
You took his hands into yours, reassuring him that it was okay, that you wanted it and that you knew his mean words wouldn't reflect his true feelings towards you.
"It's just kinkiness Sugu. Don't you think it's time we spice up our bedroom time?"
"What do you mean? We tried anal last time"
"This is different"
The two of you sat there in silence, looking at each other. Suguru was contemplating your words. He knew what you were talking about, yet he still felt like it would hurt your feelings.
"Baby why don't we..."
His eyes widened when he saw you kneel in front of him, arching your back the way you always did when he hit it from the back. You knew it would drive him crazy.
"Don't you want me to be your whore, Geto-sama?"
He felt as though half of the blood in his body went to his face, painting his cheeks in a deep shade of red, and the other half rushed straight to his cock. You knew he loved having power over people. You knew he loved it when people served him and did as they were told.
Your hand made its way to his thigh and gently squeezed it. As soon as he saw you move, his expression turned into a frown.
"When did I tell you you could touch me?"
You moved your hand away and tried to keep a straight face, though you were visibly getting excited.
"Is this what turns you on?" he asked. "Your cunt gets wet when I talk to you like this?"
You nodded, a smile forming on your face.
He smirked. "That's so fucking low, even for you. I mean I knew you were pathetic but this side of you is truly something else"
He started sliding his robes off his shoulders, soon his torso remaining naked in front of your eyes to behold the sight in front of you. You knew he was hard but his clothes were so large you were having a hard time finding his bulge. Suguru chuckled and grabbed his crotch, the length of his cock getting prominent.
"Is this what you were looking for, bitch?"
You struggled so hard not to let out a whimper at the sight, especially when his robes started getting wet in the area where the tip of his cock was.
You tried your best not to rub your thighs together, your clit burning with desire, wishing his big tip would rub it just the way you like.
"Take off your clothes" he commanded and you wasted no time. You pulled your shirt off, your boobs bouncing when the hem of your shirt was quickly removed from underneath them. You weren't wearing a bra. Suguru laughed.
"God you're such a whore. Doing all this for my attention. Come on, the pants too"
You obeyed and took them off, revealing your pink underwear, a small bow on the hem right underneath your belly. He crouched in front of you, his hand going between your legs and pressing on your clothed hole, feeling the wetness getting through the fabric and soaking his fingers.
His face got closer to yours and he whispered. "Ride it"
You grabbed his strong forearm and started moving your hips forward, trying to get some friction between his fingers and your needy cunt. He pressed hard on your clit, a loud moan escaping your lips as you felt the ache in your pussy getting replaced with the pleasure of your man's fingers. And he kept you in place and started rubbing circles on your clit. You rested your forehead on his shoulder, your nails digging into his strong arm as he kept rubbing you towards your orgasm.
"Please...ahh~ please take them off~" you begged but the moment he pulled your panties aside and barely slid one of his fingers into your dripping hole you bit down on his shoulder.
"Tsk. Useless fucking bitch" He pulled away and stood up, leaving you needy on the floor, clinging to his arm and refusing to let go.
"Please please please I'm so sorry no don't go..." you whined.
"You're not cumming tonight if you don't let go. Behave!"
You whimpered but let go of his arm, lowering your head and waiting for whatever he was about to do to you.
"Aww you're so adorable baby" he said, to your surprise. "Get on the bed"
You stood up in a hurry and laid on your back on the soft mattress, spreading your legs and waiting for him. He took down the rest of his clothes, revealing his hard cock, drops of precum sliding down his shaft.
"Look carefully baby" he added. "You caused this. You made me this way and you're gonna take everything I have to give you. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir" you said, almost breathlessly.
"Good girl" he praised and got on the bed, placing his body between your legs. He grabbed the hem of your panties and slid them down your legs, giving them a good look. "God look how wet I made you. It's crazy"
He lifted the pink wet fabric to his face, sniffing the scent of your pussy, closing his eyes as though the pleasure of feeling your smell was overwhelming. His cock twitched and a soft sigh escaped his lips. "Fuck pretty girl you turn me on so much"
You closed the distance between your thighs, desperately trying to relieve the burning pain you felt between your legs, but Suguru stopped you and, after discarding your messy panties, he started sliding his cock up and down your pussy.
"So fucking soft and wet and warm and perfect"
"Please just put it in" you whimpered.
"Patience princess. You don't want us to have problems, do you? You shook your head and he muttered a "good girl" before he thrust his whole length inside you, making your toes curl.
"Fuckkk you're so fucking tight baby. It feels like you're gonna snap my cock in two"
He grabbed your ankles and placed them on his shoulders, the pace of his hips increasing. His fat tip was abusing your sweet spot so deliciously, his girth filling you to the brim, as though your insides had the shape of his dick from all the fucking you two did since you got together.
He leaned towards you, one of his big hands engulfing your tit and squeezing it hard, causing you to moan in both pain and pleasure. "So fucking soft and perfect and it's all mine. You're fucking mine don't you forget that. My love, my woman, my bitch"
He was getting more vocal and you knew he was getting closer to filling you up with his cum. You were getting closer yourself, so you slid your hand in between your bodies and started rubbing circles on your clit, your walls contracting around his cock. "Fuck pussy's milking me sooo good baby fuck I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fill you up princess is that what you want?"
You could only nod as you felt your high approaching, the only noises leaving your lips being sweet whimpers. Soon you felt his cock spurting thick ropes of cum inside your pussy and you let your orgasm wash over you as both of your juices started sliding down your legs, your poor cunny unable to contain them.
"Fuck baby..." Suguru said breathlessly, his face getting closer to yours and pressing a kiss on your lips. "You know I didn't mean those things..."
"I know" you replied giving him an honest and content smile. "Thank you Sugu, it was amazing"
He returned your smile, his eyes visibly full of love and adoration only for his sweet girl. "Anytime, my love. Now let's get you cleaned up"
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âHAPPY ONE YEAR.â
tags: boyfriend!toji x fem!reader, fluff, angst, toji is NOT broke guys please </3, cheating (guys donât ever cheat), established relationship, heart break, sad ending, oneshot
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a/n: EEK first request đŠđ˝ââ¤ď¸âđâđŠđ˝ based on this ask! I hope i did it right anon đđ˝
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you slowly wake up as your alarm clock blares, its annoying ring cutting through your dreams. with a huff, you slam the alarm off and reach out to tojiâs side of the bed, only to find it cold and empty.
he mustâve left for work early, you think, shrugging off the thought. after freshening up in the bathroom, you catch a glimpse of your tired reflection, the lack of sleep evident on your face.
you slip on the silk robe toji had custom-made for you, adorned with your initials. as you open the door to head to the kitchen, you stop in your tracks, stunned by the sight before you. the living room is filled with balloonsâlarge and small, floating gracefully around the room.
happy one year! read the silver holographic balloons.
a large bouquet of flowers sits on the coffee table, accompanied by a pastel pink gift bag. an envelope with tojiâs handwriting and your name is perched on top.
overwhelmed by the surprise, tears well up in your eyes. youâre deeply touched by tojiâs thoughtfulness, feeling loved and seen in a way you hadnât expected. you had assumed heâd forgotten the anniversary.
as you approach the bouquet, the front door unlocks, and toji walks in with a box of your favorite pastries and two cups of coffee.
âoh no, i thought you wereââ
before you can finish, you rush to him, tears streaming down your cheeks. you set the coffee and pastries on the nearest table and wrap your arms around him, struggling to fully embrace his muscular frame.
toji lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as you gaze into his warm, brown eyes. your hands caress his face, your thumb gently tracing the scar on his lipâa favorite detail of yours. you lean in for a passionate kiss, one hand massaging the back of his head.
âi love you so much, âtoj. thank you,â you say, tears still glistening in your eyes. toji looks at you with awe and tenderness.
âcâmon, baby, go look at âyer gift,â he says softly, setting you down and wiping your tears. he guides you to the couch and settles comfortably, pulling you onto his lap.
you gasp as you reach for the gift bag, your heart fluttering with excitement. tojiâs hands gently rub your thighs as you pull out a bracelet adorned with charms from your favorite movies and tv shows. each gift you unwrap fills your heart with joy, and you canât stop smiling and kissing him with every new surprise.
toji chuckles, his hand moving from your thighs to rest on your belly. he gazes into your eyes with warmth. âyâknow, i canât help but think about our future⌠maybe havinâ a little one runninâ around someday,â he says softly.
your heart swells at his words. a future with himâa small family filled with loveâis everything youâve ever dreamed of. âiâd love that, âtoj. i love it so much,â you say, placing your hands over his on your belly.
⨯. âşÂ âŚÂ âšÂ . *
the morning went differently than youâd expected. you can't stop smiling as you explain to your friends, nala and eliana, on facetime what happened. youâre getting ready for the dinner toji planned for the two of you.
âsoooo what else did he get you?â eliana asks, eagerly.
you show them the jewelry, and theyâre in awe.
âthis is so cute! we have similar-,â nala exclaims, but you have to cut her off, saying you need to go because tojiâs calling you.
you quickly grab a coat and slip on your heels, rushing out of your apartment. you hurry to the elevator and head to the front entrance, spotting toji texting on his phone while waiting in the car. as you open the door, he puts his phone down, giving you a loving look.
he pecks you on the lips, and you wish the kiss could linger. he reminds you that the reservation is soon.
as toji drives, he looks incredibly handsome. one hand grips the steering wheel while the other rests on your thigh, rubbing gently. you canât help but smile.
âwhatâs got you all smiley, baby?â he asks, smirking as the car stops at a red light. the red light illuminates his face, making him look even more attractive.
âhmm, you just look so good,â you giggle. he leans in for a kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth. you both laugh as toji speeds off after the sound of angry honks from behind.
tojiâs phone rings loudly with multiple texts. you try not to glance at his phone, but itâs clear someoneâs upset based on the volume of messages.
âah, the boys are just cheerinâ for us,â he says quickly, trying to distract you. âby the way, ya wouldnâ mind if i grab some drinks with them afterward?â
âi wouldnât mind. i have to get up early for work tomorrow anyway. go have fun,â you encourage, though youâre a bit sad he wonât be there when you fall asleep. he kisses your hand and whispers, âi love you,â before you arrive at the restaurant.
toji helps you out of the car, taking your hand and opening the door. âladies first,â he says with a smile, making you giggle. the restaurant is bustling, with chatter and soft music filling the air.
the host leads you to a âUâ booth where toji canât take his eyes off you. he tells you to order whatever you like and not to worry about the cost, loving to see you happy.
dinner was amazing, with flavorful food and delicious desserts. afterward, you head home, feeling the food coma setting in.
as toji drops you off, you donât realize youâre already home until he wakes you gently. he chuckles at your confusion and makes sure youâre fully awake before heading back to his car. you watch him speed off, wondering why heâs eager to see his friends.
you head to the elevator, annoyed by the music playing through the speaker. once youâre in your suite, you lock the door, toss your keys aside, and head to your room to remove your makeup and get ready for bed.
⨯. âşÂ âŚÂ âšÂ . *
you suddenly wake up in the middle of the night, glancing at the clock on your nightstand. it reads 3:27 a.m., and toji still isnât home. worry gnaws at your stomach as you rub your eyes and reach for your phone. the brightness stings your eyes as you unlock it, about to call him, when you hear the front door unlock. quickly, you put your phone back and pretend to be asleep.
toji carefully opens the door to your shared room, plugs in his phone, and undresses, tossing his clothes into the laundry bin by the bathroom door. your side of the bed faces the bathroom, and you watch him hurriedly strip out of his clothes. he turns on the bathroom light and closes the door slowly, the light spilling onto the floor as you hear the shower start.
thereâs no way.Â
no.Â
you don't want it to be true. could he possibly⌠you nearly gag at the thought of him cheating. you donât want your suspicions to be true.
fuck it.
you carefully get up from bed and tiptoe to the laundry bin. there, you see the white collar shirt he wore on your date. your heart sinks when you see it smudged with lipstick. that was definitely not your shade. you bring the shirt to your nose and inhale a familiar female perfume. your hands shake as your worst fears start to come true.
but how can you be sure? thereâs no physical proof of him with another woman. maybe wine spilled on his shirt at the bar. yes. you start to fill your brain with excuses, feeling slightly better at the thought of his clumsiness.
you rush back to bed and pull the covers over your body, facing tojiâs side, trying to fall back asleep. the delusional thoughts comfort you, but just as you shut your eyes, his phone dings.
your eyes snap open, and you see his phone brightly illuminating the dark room. everything in you wants to check it. this could be the evidence you need to confirm whether heâs cheating or not.
you carefully move to his side of the bed and reach for his phone, your heart racing. you would die if he caught you.
you tap his phone, and the texts pop up.
oh.
you gulp hard, feeling a lump in your throat. your hands get sweaty, and you feel paralyzed.
nala ⥠- now
baby u get home yet? text me backkkk
nala ⥠- 1 minute agoÂ
i alr miss u so fuckin much :(((
nala ⥠- 3 minutes ago
look how wet she still isss
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tears blur your vision as you place his phone back. he finishes his shower, and you turn away, silently crying into your pillow. you feel utterly betrayed by the man you thought loved you and by your best friend.
memories flood back of past relationships that were always shitty. they never treated you right, only used you, never wanting to know the real you. and the only person who was there for you through all your breakups and heartaches was nala.
but toji. as clichĂŠ as it sounds, he was different than all your exes. he took the time to know you, made everything about you. and now, this.
the weight of betrayal crushes you, making it hard to breathe. you silently sob, feeling more alone than ever.
⨯. âşÂ âŚÂ âšÂ . *Â
your alarm blares loudly, but you just stare at the ceiling. you havenât slept a single hour after what you witnessed. you hoped it was a nightmare, but sadly, itâs your reality. at 5 a.m., you informed your boss you wouldnât be coming in because of an emergency.
you could fucking kill them both.
you glance at toji, deep in slumber, small snores escaping his mouth. cheating bastard, you think.
rising from bed, you grab his phone and send a text to nala.
come over in a few hours, i got the home to myself.
you place his phone down and turn to walk away, but her crazy ass responds within seconds.
nala âĄ
of course ;)
while waiting for nala to arrive and toji to wake up, you prepare coffee and a nice hot breakfast. despite wanting to scream and cry, you want toji to think everythingâs normal.
âsmells good, baby,â his deep, raspy voice comes from behind you. perfect timing, you think. âyou didnât go to work today?â he asks as he walks closer. you turn around and fix him a plate. his face softens at your puffy eyes.
âsweetheart, whatâs wrong?â he asks, cupping your face. you feel like crying into his arms, knowing he could make you feel better, but anger rushes in, knowing his betrayal. âallergies,â you coldly say, handing him the plate. he moves to the living room couch, already knowing youâre lying.
a loud knock echoes through the room. you smile internally, knowing nala is behind the door and toji has no idea. you walk to the door, preparing yourself not to cry in front of them.
ânala! what are you doing here?â you say, emphasizing her name. her smile drops to horror in a second. toji chokes on his food, trying to focus on the tv but failing. he turns and sees nala. their eyes widen as you stand there innocently.
âcome in, i just made some breakfast,â you say, moving to welcome her inside. she stiffly walks in, eyes glued to toji. âi-i should really go, i-uhm,â she stutters, but you shut the door behind her.
nala awkwardly walks to the kitchen, on edge. you hand her a plate and tell her to join toji in the living room. she sits on the couch opposite him as you stand, watching their body language.
âhow long,â you shakily say. your mini facade of being tough and clueless vanishes. nala fidgets badly, and toji stops chewing.
âw-what?â nala says, tears forming in her eyes.
âhow long have you t-two been going behind my back?â you feel a harsh lump in your throat, telling yourself not to cry.
nala bursts into tears, continuously apologizing. she covers her face as toji sits stunned.
âhow long, nala,â you shout, tears threatening to spill. you walk closer to her. she sobs uncontrollably as toji begins to ache for her.
âhow long!â
âcalm down,â toji says, moving to comfort her. your eyes twitch.
thereâs no fucking way.
âare you serious? you fuck her once and now you forget who your girlfriend is?â you shakily say as nala cries more. âdid all that planning for yesterday mean nothing to you?â tears fall down your cheeks. nala mumbles something you canât catch.
âi-i planned it a-all for you,â she says. ââm so sorry,â she pleads. everything was a lie. toji never loved you; he always loved nala. he didnât even know it was your one-year anniversary until nala brought it up and begged her to plan everything.
âhow long?â you plead, looking into tojiâs eyes. he looks down, cradling nala.
âseven months,â he says. you and nala sob even more.
you feel weak as you nod at him, grabbing your phone and car keys. nalaâs cries echo through your ears. you grab a jacket and slam the front door, crying your way to the elevator. your breathing quickens as you realize your entire relationship and friendship were lies. everyone probably knows, and youâre the last to find out.
what hurts even more is toji not comforting you. youâre supposed to be comforted, not her.
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LOUD.
part one two three four five
Obi watches over him like a shadow the first few weeks heâs in the Temple.
Anakin will wake from a memory-nightmare and his protector will sit on the windowsill, bathed in the ever changing lights.
His warm hand will stroke over Anakinâs hair, soothing and more comforting than words could ever be.
He will offer Anakin to sit with him, watching Coruscant through the transparisteel. And Anakin will inevitably end up cuddled up to Obiâs front, falling asleep with Obiâs heartbeat under his ear, the breath in his lungs.
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The identities of the Shadows are almost considered inviolable. Due to the nature of their chosen path, secrecy is a tenet they adhere to strictly.
The Council knows who they are, and maybe there are one or two Council members who are uncomfortable with how close to the Dark Shadows operate. But as a whole the necessity is understood.
The Jedi stand and fight for the Light, the balance, for bringing peace and help to those who need it. A calling like that inevitably brings enemies and the need to even the playing field.
âBeacon of Light,â Obi-Wan repeats, hands moving in disbelief.
And code names. It was only a matter of time before he got his codename.
âFitting, we think it is,â Grandmaster Yoda says, amusement twinkling in his eyes and frog tea.
âOf course, Grandgrandmaster Yoda,â Obi-Wan signs, slipping in the extra grand flawlessly, which results in the sign turning grand to ancient. If Yoda gets cheeky with him, he can very well retribute.
Master Tholme coughs a laugh into the sleeve of his robe.
âCongratulations, Master Kenobi,â Master Windu says warmly and Obi-Wan ducks his head, loses the fight against the blush spreading across his nose. âMaster Tholme has prepared a briefing package for you where you can access all relevant information. Like the code name for the Temple here on Coruscant.â
Master Tholme inclines his head in agreement, solemn twist to his lips Obi-Wan knows not to trust. âOld Folksâ Home.â
Obi-Wan wishes he wore the mask so he can wheeze in peace.
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Jedi move different from the people Anakin has seen so far in his life. They flow, theyâre carried by a breeze. Gravity doesnât have a hold on them unless it suits them. They move like theyâre one with nature, detached from sentient-made life and creations.
And then there are a few, like Obi, who move with the undercurrent, with the wind just above the ground. Who vanish with the shadows just to reappear around a corner.
Theyâre not stalking the enormous hallways or sneaking around like bandits.
Anakin doesnât think theyâre doing it consciously, reflecting attention away from themselves as if they arenât even there.
Obiâs friend Quin moves like that, too, when he forgets himself, somehow managing to disappear while walking in the middle of the floor.
Quin is a strange one.
But Obi-WanâŚ
Anakin bites his lips to keep from giggling, hands gripping the banister tightly where heâs peeking. He doesnât think theyâve noticed him yet.
The training salle theyâre practicing in is huge, obstacles dotting the ground for them to leap over or off, hide and take the other off-guard.
It seems impossible, the way they fight and lure each other into traps. Obi is especially good at that. Heâs directing Quin into exhaustion he canât defend himself in anymore, and itâs amazing to watch.
Nothing and no one can beat Obi-Wan. Heâs too clever for that.
âI will never stop calling you that, Beacon of Light,â Quin laughs when he jumps out of a roll and onto his feet.
Obi-Wan signs something, his back to Anakin which is aggravating.
Heâd change position but both Jedi move around too much.
Quin shakes his head. âShut up, you know it suits you.â He takes the lightsaber off his belt. âI bet you blushed like a meloroon in season.â
Obi changes into a blue glowing blur in answer.
.
Obi-Wan wants to know where he went wrong. What he did toâ He thought the connection between him and Codyâ
His vision is swimming, oxygen mask placed over his nose and mouth pumping more than air into his system.
His fingers weakly tap the message on the receiver of the comm device he broke off Codyâs suit during the fight. âBeacon. Light. Force.â Hope and the Force sing to him, even as his doing is detected.
Cody roughly rolls him onto his side, takes the device out of his hand where he had hidden it behind his back.
âThe Emperor wants you alive, traitor.â
Heâs removed his helmet. The one Obi-Wan had destroyed while it was still on Codyâs head. Just⌠Codyâs whole demeanor flipped to strange and other. He hadnât made for his blaster during the fight. Shooting inside a rescue shuttle in the void of space at least still seemed like a bad idea even with Codyâs suit keeping him alive in a scenario like that.
But Obi-Wan couldnât take that chance. So heâd smashed Codyâs face against a doorframe, breaking the visor and any choice Cody could make in killing Obi-Wan by sudden oxygen depletion.
Of course the fight took care to still break his lungs open, making him gasp for air even before Cody held him down and ripped the mask off.
Lying on his side is easier but the room has decided it is done with him and goes dark.
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Jealous Baldwin IV x reader
⧠Mine Only - King Baldwin x Reader â§
⧠Angst â§
A/N: Hello Anon, I hope this is what you had in mind. As per your request, he is not wearing a mask in this one! I hope you like it. As always, this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven, not the real historical figgures. Enjoy!
P.S: Sorry that it's a little short, I just thought that it wrapped up nicely as this đ Also this has a desctiption of y/n
TW: Leprosy
Baldwin the fourth was never an overly jealous man.
Envy was one of the most deadly sins, and he stuck by that ideology with many things. But when it came to his queen? His jealousy was nothing short of violent passion.
Nothing enraged him more than seeing other men stare at his beloved y/n as if she was some object. Whether it be knights or royal officials themselves, his feelings on the issue remained consistent.
Baldwin knew of his wife's shining, yet modest, beauty and never wanted to hide it, forcing her to cover herself with a veil like some husbands would. He allowed her beauty to be seen by the world, but that did not mean that the prying eyes of others never enraged him.
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It was a warm summer evening. The sun was low in the sky when Balian of Ibelin came to meet with the king for a second time.
Baldwin was reclined on a soft couch alongside his wife, who sat next to him with her head on his shoulder. The two were enjoying the sun set over the kingdom on the royal balcony and were not predicting company at the time, so Balianâs arrival was unexpected.
âYour majestiesâ he greeted in a low voice. Until this point, Balian had never been formally acquainted with the queen of Jerusalem, but he had heard through the not so subtle whispers of other knights that she was extremely beautiful.
He noticed first the absence of the king's mask. Instead, bandages covered the middle section of his face, leaving only his eyes, forehead and mouth exposed. This was a shock to him, his appearance was nowhere near as awful as he had expected. He had also not expected the absence of the king's veil to reveal blonde curls that framed his face nicely. For a moment he caught himself wondering about what he would look like without the disease. When his eyes shifted from the king to the young queen, he was taken aback greatly.
He had heard the rumors but they did her no justice. She was gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. She had long wavy dark hair, smooth caramel tan skin, and wore white robes that constrasted against her hair. He couldn't help but let his eyes linger on her a little longer than they probably should have.
Balian was brought back to reality by Baldwin clearing his throat in a passive way. âWhat brings you here at this time Balian?â the king asked, a hint of malice in his usally calm voice.
âOh, um. I was hoping to seek your advice on a few thingsâ he stumbled over his words before glancing over at y/n then back to the king. An obvious scowl formed on Baldwinâs face, âvery wellâ. He replied coldly, no longer attempting to hide the malice in his voice.
He kissed his wife on the cheek gently before standing to follow Bailan inside. Once her husband was out of sight, y/n sat back and grinned. She adored it when he was jealous.
Bailanâs gaze was just the same as every other man that looked at her, minus the poor attempt at a seductive smirk, like most knights tried. Unlike theirs, Baldwinâs gaze was one of love and adoration. Nothing in the world compared to the way he looked at her.
She wished that he knew how deeply she felt about this but no matter how many times she told him that no man could make her feel as special as he did, he still felt anger rise in his chest whenever another man even so much as glanced in her direction. He just couldn't help it. And she loved it. It made her feel protected.
She already felt protected around Baldwin, but just knowing that he was willing to stand against another for so much as looking at her, despite his declining health, made her happy.
Y/n took a sip of her wine and sighed contently, staring into the distance. It was not long before the king returned.
The expression of contempt on his face melted away as soon as he saw her. She chuckled as he sat down. âSomeones jealous,â she taunted, running a hand through his hair. Baldwin smiled at her remark. âYes yes, I know. I just donât appreciate prying eyes on my beautiful queenâ he put his head back and stared lovingly into her eyes.Â
Y/n continued to stroke her husband's hair as he told her what he and Bailan had discussed inside.
âDid you tell him off for looking at me?â y/n chuckled, half joking. âIn fact I did,â Baldwin replied with a smirk. The young queen grinned and rolled her eyes, nudging his shoulder playfully. âYou do not have to do such things my love, my heart is yours and nobody else'sâ she poked his chest with her index finger.
âI know, I just want to make sure others know that alsoâ he said, taking her hand in his. âAll I said was that âI don't appreciate people looking at my wife like she is something to be touchedâ that is all my love. I did not hurt the manâ.
Y/n shook her head with a smile. âLets just say, I would not be opposed to you doing soâ she smirked slightly, putting her head up just enough to look at him.
Baldwin raised his eyebrows at that. âWell I can assure you that if it was not for my health, I would do soâ he said softly. âThat is all I need to knowâ y/n kissed his cheek as she said that, returning to her original position, resting against his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her waist and placed his head ontop of hers.
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More Bsf!theo
Pt 2 where he sneaks you into his common room too talk bcs your still friends but when you fall asleep on him and everyone questions it he's just very smug
Im a little bit obsessed with bsf!theo đŤŁ
Everyone knows to leave you and Theodore alone when you have common room gossip time. Theo is a sassy Italian man, and you are a sassy you, and together your side eyes could send a grown man to his grave<3
So lets say youâre not a Slytherin, not a problem. Theoâll dress you up in his spare robes and pronounce you an honorary Slytherin for the night. And no one dares question him. The green robes help with the narcs(prefects) trying to do their jobs, but Theo will pay off anyone who tries getting in the way of the two of you hanging out.
If you are a Slytherin, no worries, but itâll be harder to separate you two. Practically conjoined at the hip, in class together, in the dining hall, and its not even the littlest bit suspicious because youâre both in the same house! Duh! (Its really suspicious, rumors are spreading like wildfire)
Nevertheless, itâs really not uncommon to find you and Theo chatting on the couches in front of the fireplace, or even tucked away beside one of the stained glass mirrors looking into The Black Lake. Youâll sit there for hours on end running your mouths, playing chess, or even just sitting in comfortable silence as you both work on schoolwork. Theoâs friends may come by time to time, eyeing you suspiciously, glancing back and forth at your every micro-expression. Blaise and Lorenzo have a 10 galleon bet on whether or not youâre exclusive.
When the hangouts lead far into the night, when the fire burns until itâs nothing but embers, when the last prefect had been paid off to leave you alone, Theo feels adventurous. He gets handsy, his lips attached to your neck, warning you to keep still and quiet.
âWouldnât want us getting caught now, hm?â
He lets you squirm against his chest while he stuffs his hands into your robes, playing with you. Heâll whisper sweet nothings in your ear, humming about how obedient and sweet you are. Heâll talk you through orgasm after orgasm until youâre shaking and begging him to stop in a quiet, broken voice. Heâll lick his fingers clean of your cum, tracing his warm and wet hands under your shirt to rest on your stomach.
He just wants to hold you. To feel you. Theo craves skin-to-skin contact. Helps him to ground himself, to focus on shoving down and stomaching the feelings fluttering in his heart. It always comes back up, and he often bites his tongue to stop the word-vomit from falling from his mouth. To stop himself from ruining everything. To stop himself from losing you. Youâre just a friend. A friend he sleeps with. A friend he wishes would hold his face and tell him heâs loved. The feelings never stay buried for long, and Theoâs learned to accept that.
So, while he forces each confession of love down, he traces soft circles into your skin, humming a song he remembers his mother used to sing when he couldnât sleep. He doesnât move when you do slip into peaceful slumber, and he wonât move until you wake up again. It would be unfair to stir such a lovely thing.
Naturally, as all good things must come to an end in Theodore Nottâs life, his jaw clenches when Mattheo walks into the common room, quite loudly I must add. He walks with a stupid smirk on his face, sitting down on a chair opposite of Theo.
âReally? Nothing going on here?â
âNot a thing.â
âThatâs bullshit and you know it.â
Donât get me wrong, Theo and Mattheo are like pb&j. Best friends since the beginning. Theodore knows everything about Mattheo. And Mattheo thought he knew everything about Theo. He doesnât like this secret-keeping.
âI would tell you if there was something, Matt.â
âReally? So you donât care that I overheard someone saying he was going to ask them out?â
Theo looks down at you, still sleeping in his arms, stomach still wet with the mixture of your own arousal and Theoâs saliva. In that moment, you were completely Theoâs, and no one could take you away from him. Not now. And nothing else matters right now. Not when you look so happy. Not when you look so comfortable. Not when he knows no one can bother you while you sleep in his arms.
âNah, doesnât bother me.â
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all of this (& heaven too) - hades!Gojo
He is not what you pictured. You had a painted image in your head of a terrifying immortal, ancient and dreary, who ruled over the dead. Instead you discover the king of the underworld is young, all brilliant wide smiles, and more importantly - dangerously handsome.
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You are a goddess of spring torn between two fates, that is until you meet a strange man leaning against a treeâŚ
pairing: satoru gojo x fem!reader
tags & warnings: 18+ only mdni, loose interpretation and altering of the hades & persephone myth, complicated/strained parental relationship (could be read as controlling/manipulative), mentions of kidnapping, brief physical assault, clingy + lovesick Gojo, slight wound licking and finger sucking, allusion to fem!oral receiving, Gojo being Gojo and offering gruesome violence as a form of love⌠if there is anything I missed pls let me know!!
wc: 14k
a/n: title is from the florence + the machine song of the same name. I already hate myself for wanting to write a companion piece to this from gojoâs pov⌠okay thatâs all please enjoy, thank you for reading! Also biggest thank you to @stellamancer & @willowser who have been my best comrades in Gojo hell
When you were just a young little sapling your mother once asked you what your favorite thing about this world was.
âThe great big sky!â You had told her brightly.
âThe sky?â Your mother asked, amused. âNot any of the flowers? The rivers? Or the fields, my little sprout?âÂ
âNope!â You were adamant.
âThen why?â Your mother grinned and so you told her.
âBecause itâs so big! Like thereâs so much room to grow!âÂ
Then you added. âAnd itâs so blue, like the sea!âÂ
Your mother had laughed warm, vibrantly loud like the morning rays waking you up.
The sky. You always loved the sky. Even as an immortal crafted from ichor and stardust, the sky made you feel mortal in the best ways, especially now.
Now, as a fully matured celestial being, you are as old as one of the grand redwood trees you loved running alongside when you were a little.
You glance up at the sky while the wind blusters through your fields. Even with looming clouds clustering above signaling the arrival of a storm, you find reassurance there. The storm now actually feels comforting as a similar storm of unrest swirls inside of you. You stomp down from the mountain not even waiting for your mother.
That entire meeting with her, you, and the lord of the skies was pointless. Gakuganji, with his thunderous melodies and even with all his wisdom, made you curse the skies.Â
âWe shall need to discuss terms of the arranged courting rituals soon.â You had almost choked when you heard the old godâs words. He could not be serious.
Even when you yelled confused, even when your mother sent you a sharp glare to keep quiet, Gakuganji never once acknowledged you. It was like you were not even present, just a simple wallflower ignored against the grander of other immortals. Because to them, you would always be a little sapling, your mothers offspring, nothing more.
The thunder booms ahead and you wish the rain would pour down on you. Maybe the rain would help simmer you down.
âWell now, donât you look just as feral as a chimera?â A voice emerges,a coy playful tone youâve never heard before.Â
When you snap your gaze to the side, you discover a man. Clothed in deep obsidian robes, he seems just as tall as the sycamore tree he leans against.
His hair is a startling white and -
His eyes are blindfolded.
Being so close to the sacred grounds tells you this man must be another immortal. But you had never met him before.
Then again, you had happily enjoyed staying unaware among your blooms. You wistfully ignored the problems and squabbles the others had. Even when you came of age centuries ago you did not have any desire to accompany your mother to Olympus. It was only recently that she began dragging you with her. Now you wonder if that decision has caused you to be the fool.
You glare at the mystery man. âIâm just fine, thank you.â
âMhm, doesnât look like it.â His taunts lightly and it makes you want to shriek.
âWanna tell me whoâs responsible?â Now his lips form into a soft grin. âI could deal with them for you.â
Even as strange as this man is, thereâs some sense of comfort in his casual comment. The tension in your body, even in your face, slowly flutters away.
You sigh. âNo itâs fine.â
Looking at his covered eyes, you already wonder what color they are.
Your name is called out sharp before you can ask your mystery man what his name is. Your motherâs voice snaps your spine straight. Quickly whipping around you see her scurrying to you with wide worried eyes.Â
âHead home, little sprout.â She urges you.
âWait, why?âÂ
âHead. Home.â Her words echo with the same force as the storm brewing around you.
Your motherâs magic swiftly swirls all around. She is getting ready to sweep you into the wind that helps her run along her wheat fields. You canât help it. Your eyes fall to the mystery man. His handsome features smirk amused. You mother however stares at him as if he is an abomination from the depths of the underworld.
âLord Gojo, good day to you.â And when she says his name, you discover this mystery man is not just from the depths of the underworld, but its ruler.
Your heart plummets fast into your stomach. The strangest concoction of emotions swirls in you. Terror and curiosity are not a desirable pair to navigate through.Â
Then in a wild gust, you are teleported home. You wonder if your mind might have flown out in the whirlwind because you still cannot believe it.
You just met the Lord of the underworld.
â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:*â・ ďž âď¸ď˝Ąâ・ ďž âž ďž ď˝Ąâ â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:シďžâ§
His existence was a simple phrase of his name you were told never to utter.Â
Lord Gojo.Â
The strongest of the immortals. The rumors paint him as a mindless monster who slaughtered titans during the Great War. He was a ghastly terror. The only immortal fit to rule over the dreary underworld. You used to paint him in your mind as someone aged like Gakuganji. The lord was carved from myth, ancient and terrifying. So you imagined him more creature than man.
Yet instead he exists a smiling handsome man who appears to you now.Â
âM-my Lord!â You stammer out frantically.
You had been sitting by the riverside braiding another floral crown to keep your mind at ease. Then, out of the blue, like a strike of lightning, the underworldâs king appears beside you.Â
âOh no,â Gojo simply waves. âPlease no titles, they disgust me.â
You almost choke on your own confused inhale.
âWhat are you doing here?â You squawk confused, trying to ignore how rapid your heart races in your chest.
This god was painted to be a terrifying tale. You mother once even told you he would only bring chaos and misfortune to anyone who crosses his path.Â
Now he lounges beside you under the shade of the trees.Â
âI came to see if you were alright. You looked so upset before.â
His words knock you breathless. Your mind could not believe this was truly the dreaded god of the underworld. Suddenly said king gasps obnoxiously loud and you almost jump out of your skin.Â
âWhat are you making?!â He leans down to point at the flowers in your lap.
âFlower crowns, theyâre for the village children nearby.â
You loved to leave them off at the edge of the fields where the children played. Whenever you catch them wearing the bright floral wreaths your heart soars .
âAw, thatâs sweet.â Gojo admires, like a loud wind chime. âCan you make one for me then!?â
You wonder if the ground has given out from under you. The man whispered to be pure power, now wears a childish frown with his lip sticking out in a full on pout.
âPlease?â He pleads.Â
Left with no choice, your attention goes back to the flowers bunched lonely in your lap and you furiously return to braiding.
âThat one better be for me!â The king of the underworld comments in a song-like tone. A quick temptation rises in you to throw the flowers in the nearby river.
âWhat are you even doing here?â For some reason, you blurt that out.
The words leave before you can stop yourself and your eyes widen in horror. This is it. Your mind jumps to every awful thing he could probably do to you. And he does the absolute worst.
He laughs.
It colors his cheeks lovely and you hate how it somehow intensifies his handsome features even more.
âI told you! I wanted to check up on you.â Gojo smiles toothy but swiftly the image of a grinning crocodile waiting in the water comes to mind.Â
âI donât believe you.â Again, you speak out too fast. Thankfully his lips thin into an amused line.
âYouâre a lot more perceptive than you look, I like that.â
His words shake your brain, a fierce little rattle that has you staring at him stunned. Your heart races to find a regular beat.
âWell,â Gojo sighs. âI did have an annoying meeting with the others. But⌠while I was up here I thought Iâd drop by and see how you were doing, petals.â
The fond playful name he bestows upon you is done so casually. Yet, it snags your breath.
Petals.
The nickname has your mind reeling until you fully process what he said. The meeting he went to was the same one your mother must have gone to earlier and is still at.Â
âWhat was it about?â You ask a bit calmer as you braid simple dandelions to pop against the forget me nots.Â
Silence softly settles and mixes in with the rush of the river.
âYou meanâŚno oneâs told you?âÂ
Gojoâs voice is a soft but stunned whisper that steals your attention back to him. You now are frustrated you canât see his eyes, canât see the emotion in them.
âTold me what?â You frown.
The lord of the underworld stays quiet. He tilts his head towards your lap.
âThe color of those flowers are lovely.â He says simply and even with a touch of awe.
Indignation rises in you, a heated over spilling boil and you snap. âWhat did you all discuss!?â
Then it hits you. You just flat out demanded so fiercely to the ruler of the underworld.
âI apologize-â
âNo,â Blindfold or not his attention is fully directed towards you now. âDonât apologize. You deserve to feel frustrated. Believe me I would be too.â
You exhale shakily.Â
âThere's been more talk about your place among the others.â Gojo tells you simply. âArranged marriage is being thrown around.â
Your heart sinks fast.
âI should have known.â You sigh as you rapidly return back to looking at your flowers. Slowly vines start to grow against your ankles. Your powers react to your emotions, and now the sensation of feeling tired manifests itself.Â
âEveryone thinks Iâm just my mother's offspring,â you snap mainly to yourself. âOr that Iâm only here to be someoneâs marriage partner, but Iâm not.â
The vines start to prickle against your skin. When you glance down so many have already grown across your legs.Â
âWho are you then? And who do you want to be?â Gojoâs words are so soft, casual and almost friendly.Â
The question even seems like one of your nymph companions would have asked you. Except Gojoâs directed unflinching attention almost makes you fidget.
âIâŚâ you donât even know how to answer. Even as you try to gather a reasonable one, the words feel chained in your throat.
You instead sigh and return to braiding.
Eventually the words come out, more of a whisper than anything.
âIâm meâŚthatâs all. And I want to continue just being me.â
It probably made no sense, maybe even sounded awfully simplified at all to the god who watched over the dead. But the words held heavy truth in your heart.
You might not fully know who you truly are, but the choice to figure it out, to grow and simply make decisions for yourself, is all you wanted. You donât want to be a simplified extension of your mother or a piece to use in a marriage arrangement.
After braiding in another daffodil stem, you notice the king beside you has gone quiet.Â
When you turn to the side you discover the god of the underworld is gone.
â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:*â・ ďž âď¸ď˝Ąâ・ ďž âž ďž ď˝Ąâ â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:シďžâ§
Something dances in the air, an unknown sensation that tingles and crawls against your skin. It feels like a warning you canât fully describe.Â
When you try to press your mother about the meeting she avoids the conversation completely. It causes enough anger to rise so quickly in you that thorned roses pierce your hands. Then, one morning she arrives at your side with the heaviest expression.
âMother, please tell me, what is happening?â You try asking as earnestly as you can.Â
Your mother, with her emotional turbulent eyes like a brewing storm, instead walks over to you and tenderly holds you in her arms.
âKnow everything I do, I do for you.â Then she vanishes.
You swallow back a frustrated scream and instead furiously stomp away to your spot by the river stream.Â
Thankfully none of the tree or forest nymphs come near you. They must sense your frustration or see the prickly cacti slowly starting to sprout around you like a safely sharp fortress.
âDid you finish my flower crown, petals?âÂ
A twinkling voice comes swift. It galvanizes your body as you scramble up fast to whip around.
There behind you, with an amused ease, stands the king of the netherworld. At the sight of him, the cacti plants bloom wild and bright buds.
âI like the color of these.â Gojo smriks nudging his face towards them.
âWhat are you doing here?â You whisper.Â
âIâm sorry, petals, donât have much time.â Gojo frowns and then squares up firmly. It stuns you at how broad and striking he looks, a black ink stain against the picaresque forest landscape that has you captivated.
His face is somber, a true image of a composed ruler.Â
âThe others made a decision. Youâre going to be married off to another young immortal. But⌠your mother is coming to get you. She plans to keep you locked away. Made a whole scene about it.â
The words pierce your heart, piece your lungs and maybe your very soul as you choke on an exhale.
Blinking away tears, you stare at the king.
âWhy are you telling me this?â Your voice cracks.
âBecause I believed you deserved to know, and that you deserved a choice.â Gojo answers but in its simplicity you find absolute comfort.
âSo here are your choicesâŚâ Gojo continues and the scenarios flash a vivid picture in your head.
You can let your mother whisk you away and keep you locked by her side forever. Or you can let the lord of the sky decree all powerful and place you in a marriage with someone you don't even know.
âOrâŚâ Gojoâs voice now dances optimistic and light.Â
âYou can come back with me.â
The offer hits you with the force of a landslide. You sputter out nonsense, unable to process what you just heard.
Gojo decides to clarify himself.
âCome back with me.â He beams. âNo one will know where you went. Youâll get to lay low for a while, maybe figure out what you want to do. You wouldnât have to worry about anything.â
âAnd, best part of all? You get to enjoy as much time as youâd like with me.â Gojo sounds absolutely ecstatic at the idea.Â
Spending time with him and in the underworld however sounds like a terrifying punishment. Just the thought of the underworld itself draws a haunting dread. Would you be safe there? Could you even last long among the cold dreary depths?
The wind blows fluttering leaves around you. The strange sensation you sensed in the air arrives thicker and now the wind swirls like a warning. This time it urges you of your mother fast approaching with the fate tied with her.
Surprisingly, the lord of the underworld waits so patiently silent. Then, a cocky smirk twitches his lips, a silent challenge almost as if to say he might know your answer.Â
Your answer comes in three simple steps. Before you are even fully by his side, you blink and disappear from the surface.Â
In the forest, all that remains of you are the cacti now completely covered in glorious colorful blooms.
â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:*â・ ďž âď¸ď˝Ąâ・ ďž âž ďž ď˝Ąâ â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:シďžâ§
The underworld is a crystal dream.
When you first thought of the realm of the dead your mind conjured up a dreary desolate wasteland, one filled with anguish and wailing, dark hallowed hallways lined with skeletons. Instead gem lined caverns greet you wherever you go.
A solemn gloom however faintly hangs in the air and could not be ignored. You spot multiple shades, souls of those who have passed, wandering towards the different rivers or simply fading in and out at the edge of the castle. Death did soak this land. From a distance the looming light of Tartarus solidifies that haunting realization. The blood soaked fire orb flickered a chilling reminder of the dangers this realm posed.
âHow long will I be here?â You had asked.Â
âAs long as you want.â Gojo chirped. âYou can leave whenever you want. Can take all the time you need to figure out what you want to do.â
It was warm and heartfelt. HoweverâŚ
âThere are only two rules I need you to follow.â Gojo had added ominously and shattered the warm welcome. The rules were simple.
Never go to Tartarus.
And never eat anything from this world.
Simple, but the ominous directness sparks your mind to wonder about what terrors really did lurk here. Besides those two warnings, Gojo welcomes you with grand excitement into his grand home.
That first night you arrived he practically bounced with every step as he showed you around the kingdom. You were so worried the sight of this world would scare you. Instead elation and even a tinge of appreciation blooms in you. You had never once imagined in your lifetime that youâd ever see this. A new appreciation emerges for this place that would be housing you until you figured out your path.Â
Gojo also introduced you to the two other immortals living within the halls of the underworld.
Shoko, the goddess of death, who with her stunning features and dreary eyes smiles so kind whenever she sees you.
Then there was Utahime, the goddess of magic, of spells and the crossroads.Â
âI hope you will enjoy your time here. The underworld has a special way of⌠revealing to us our true selves.â She had told you sagely. You enjoy browsing her vast collection of scrolls and you eagerly listen to any tales she shares with you.Â
Even during the times you spend with her or Shoko, the king of the underworld quickly arrives to your side like a persistent gnat.
You decide to take strolls along the charcoal sand riverside, a familiar tradition you did on the surface. Gojo accompanies you any chance he can.
Heâs a curious creature and asks you a range of questions. What do you love most about the surface? What do you dream of? What color do you associate with yourself? You answer them all and then some. You tell him about the nymphs, your friends, about the days you used to grow sunflowers so big they would rival trees.
He snickers, makes playful commentary, but listens with full rapture. His attempt to know you better has you grudgingly slowing easing into his presence.Â
As much as you enjoy the time spent along the riverside, it doesnât compare to your favorite place in the entire underworld.
The Elysian Fields stole your breath away the moment you first saw them. You never believed anything organic could grow in a realm meant to harness and hold the dead. Yet the fields stretched before you in wonderful waves of green, of color, of life.
Itâs why you spend so much time here.Â
Among the grass and the trees, your mind can freely wander. Your mother must be upset. You could only imagine the pain she must be going through not knowing where you are. But frustration quickly leaks in remembering if you did return to the surface, what life could you be able to find there?Â
You dig your feet into the lush grass and try not to let poisonous annoyance overwhelm you.
âYou look lost in thought.â
Gojoâs voice flutters in. Then his shadow falls over you. You donât even have to glance your head up because the king of the underworld casually sits down beside you.Â
âHavenât figured anything out yet huh?â He asks and you shake your head a quiet no.
âThatâs okay. Thereâs no need to feel pressured or get upset about it. Itâs a big decision, trying to figure out what path you want your life to take.â
You never expected him to be this comforting.
âBesides, itâs not often I get visitors here. So Iâm enjoying your company as long as I can, petals.â A grin spreads across Gojoâs face as wide as a sunrise.
All you can do is yank up some of the grass and playfully throw it at him.
He laughs a bright snicker but you notice something very quickly. The grass never fully hits him. The slight distortion peaks your curiosity and you go to do it again.
âIf this is your form of attack then I can only imagine how terrifying youâd be in battle.â Gojo teases but you pay him no mind because the grass again does nothing. It falls short from hitting him as if heâs protected by something.
Completely ignoring his comment, you ask him about the strange occurrence.
You appreciate how comfortable youâve become here and with the god of the underworld to now ask such questions. The kingâs lips twitch.
âWhat exactly have you heard about me?â
A strange question but one with a layered answer. Simply put, heâs the ruler of the underworld, considered the strongest of all the immortals.Â
When your mother had told you stories of the titan war, she never failed to mention the power the ruler of the netherworld held. And there is one image tied to him you remembered vividly.
âA helmet, I heard you wrote a helm that gave you immense power.âÂ
The entire time here your mind has thought too much about the helm. You wondered what it looked like. What was more dangerous though was the curiosity, the desire, to see what he would look like wearing it.Â
Gojoâs face blooms with a toothy smile.
âItâsâŚnot technically a helmet.â
Then the god playfully points at the blindfold across his eyes.Â
The grand helm has been in front of you this entire time and you didnât even know. Of course he wore it constantly.Â
âThatâs incredible.â You canât help but fully admire the black cloth now. To think something as simple as this cloth was so strong to be considered a war helmet, it amazes you.Â
âI heard it made you invisible though. I remember asking about it!â You blurt out. That was another legend you heard about from a few of the nymphs.
âOh? So youâve asked about me, petals?â Gojo smirks slyly and your face heats up. Carnations rapidly blooming start to tickle your ankles and you immediately squish them.Â
âYou know, Iâve always wondered where that rumor came from.â He hums, thoughtfully. âBut no. I donât have powers of invisibility. Instead I have something way more impressive.â
Pride swiftly leaks into his voice and flourishes more when his chest visibly puffs up. The vivid image of a colorful squawking peacock flashes in your mind and you almost snicker until Gojo raises his hand up.
âHold your hand out for me please.â His voice drops lower and the tone jolts your heart. You wearily lift your hand up.Â
Gojo presses his hand against yours. Your heart beats faster, rivaling a humming birdâs wings, and you wait for the impact.
It comes. However, Gojoâs hand applies no actual pressure. You donât touch his skin or brush against his fingers. Instead only liminal space floats between. The barrier canât be more than a hair width away yet feels as if itâs oceans wide.Â
âWhat is it?â You ask breathless and intrigued.
âInfinity.â
Gojo explains how the helm, his powers, rely on the eternal force that is infinity. Everything repeats. Everything can be continued into an unbreakable cycle, the purest form of infinity.Â
âAnd what is more infinite than death? Even universes are born and die.â He speaks with an ancient patience. But, you swear you catch an underlying sadness in his voice just out of your reach. Or maybe it is just your own sadness that you were facing as you realized the weight upon Gojoâs shoulders.Â
He exists as the personified infinity of deathâs cycle continuing over and over again and someone must watch over it. He is unable to step free from that cycle because he is it.Â
âYou look so sad, petals. What? Am I boring you?â Suddenly Gojoâs jovial voice shatters your thoughts.
The black cloth hiding his eyes holds more weight than it did moments before.
Then you notice none has pulled their hands away, neither your or him. No one makes an attempt to move even now. You simply sit there with the space of infinity resting solid, unwavering, against you and Gojo just out of reach.Â
â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:*â・ ďž âď¸ď˝Ąâ・ ďž âž ďž ď˝Ąâ â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:シďžâ§
In the underworld, monotony can creep in easily. You find even after browsing all of Lady Utahimeâs interesting collection of spells and curses, you grow restless.Â
âIf you ever get bored,â Gojo previously told you. âYouâre more than welcome to join me in the throne room.â
You had only seen the throne room during the first grand tour Gojo took you on. Now you stare at the throne roomâs grand doors petrified to even open them.
âWhy donât you go inside? He would enjoy your company.â
Shokoâs calm sweet voice makes you almost bolt like a skittish deer. Caught red handed and the goddess of death sleepily smiles.
âOh no. I couldnât!â You sputter out.Â
For some reason, the thought of seeing Gojo on his throne, in his role as king of the underworld flickers something hot to boil under your skin. Shokoâs curious gaze burns a hole in the side of your face.
The goddess gives you a soft nod then continues her walk down the hallway.Â
âYou know, thereâs a hidden alcove above the throne room that can be accessed from the stairsâŚjust a thought.â Shoko muses aloud glancing over her shoulder with twinkling amused eyes. Then the goddess turns a corner and leaves you alone with her words rattling in your brain.Â
Were you going to watch Gojo from the shadows?
Before you could even rationalize your thoughts you move quietly up the stairs until you reach your destination.Â
The alcove is a type of balcony obscured by the columns towering in the throne room. The view from high up grants you a wonderful sight of the entire room composed of marble and crystal. Instead of the imposing grand ruler you imagined sitting regally composed on his throne, the white haired god is sprawled half lying across the large throne. For some reason youâre reminded of a lounging lethargic cat and you bite your cheek from laughing.Â
Gojo stays reclining for some time. Eventually he does pull a scroll out from beside his throne and glances it over. At first you thought he appeared bored. But now as he sighs and flops to the other side of the throne childishly, you now think -
He looks lonely.
Even among the walls gleaming of the riches soaked in this realm, this incredibly boisterous immortal seems lonely. You even notice a hollow air rests in the room and reminds you of a day in winter when the earth seems frozen.
Then a giggle comes.Â
You wonder if maybe you misheard it. That is until a child quickly peeks from behind a column. The little girl pops out a bit more before returning to hiding.
Very quickly she scurries to a column closer to the throne.Â
Your eyes flicker to Gojo who continues overlooking the scroll on his lap.
The girl begins to tip toe closer and closer to the throne. You now wonder how the king will react. She seems gleeful, unafraid of him. Especially as she approaches with the proudest toothy grin on her sweet face. Â
Then Gojo whips around to her.
âGOT YOU!â He shrieks proudly and even points at her accusingly. She jumps like a scared little rabbit until she hunches over laughing. Her joy fills the throne room with so much warmth you find yourself smiling at the interaction.Â
âI got closer this time!â The girl stomps pouting and her face puffs up adorably.
âYou did! I have to give you credit for that Rika.â Gojo addresses the girl with a delighted friendliness.
âIâll get you next time!â The girl, Rika, announces sternly as her face furrows determined.Â
âI believe you.â Gojo nods and you even believe him.Â
The girl narrows her eyes harder at the king but then she quickly giggles.Â
âWhy donât you go back and play in the fields, Rika? It's much nicer than playing around here in this boring place. Trust me I donât even enjoy being here sometimes.âÂ
They both share a giggle and Rika beams up at him so kindly.
A molten smile draws over Gojoâs face and your heart melts. Softness, gentless, looks wonderful, beautiful even, on his handsome features.
âAlright you little pest, head back to the fields you go.â He playfully shooâs Rika away with a dismissive wave and she sticks her tongue out at him.
Turning on her heels, you watch Rika slowly fade into the air. A sadness settles over you knowing this young girl passed away so young. But, it comforts you seeing how joyous and bubbly she is even in the afterlife.Â
Then, it slowly dawns on you.Â
The lord of the underworld is not the terrifying monster whispered to be. He is a silly terror, a bit eccentric, but a kind man.Â
Your eyes glaze over staring at nothing in particular and you decide to leave as well.
As you rise from your little secret perch a shadow looms across you. Glancing up, the lord of the underworld towers grins down disgustingly victorious.
âWell now, arenât you just the sneakiest little weed Iâve ever seen!âÂ
His comment pulls an indignant shriek out of you as you scramble up. Your face is on fire and you storm away in fast rapid stomps.
Gojo follows fast behind laughing so loud it bounces off the walls and echoes among the throne room.Â
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Days come when tears sting your eyes thinking about the surface. You do miss your mother.Â
You miss the feeling of the sun on your face, the breeze of autumn fluttering in for the change of the season. You canât even remember how many days have passed since your arrival in the underworld.Â
But even thinking about returning to the surface terrifies you stiff. It makes your stomach turn because you know your answer to what lies above.Â
You donât want to be in an arranged marriage and you donât want to be locked to your motherâs side. There was no middle way, or other option between these two.
You stay in your room for a few days, wiping away the tears.
Eventually out of your clouded haze a soft knock arrives at your door.
Gojo waits on the other side. You donât like how effortlessly your heart jumps seeing his tall stature leaning against the door, a striking ink stain with his black robes. His lips are a small but sad crooked grin.
âCan I show you something?â
You wordlessly nod and follow his lead. He doesnât press you about your sudden cloistering. He doesnât try filling the space with talk. Youâre grateful in the silence that he understands.
Through different corridors of the castle this area feels unfamiliar and a spark of curiosity flickers in you. Then Gojo stops. Â
There in the shade of the hallways, a secluded large square open area is before your eyes. The area seems out of place carved out from the marble and gem walkwaysÂ
âWhat is it?â You feel a bit foolish asking.
Gojo grins wide beside you. âWhy donât you go and find out?â
You give him an incredulous and worried look. This could be a playful trick. Utahime had warned you how notorious the lord of the underworld was at playing surprise tricks which included hiding behind corners to scare anyone passing by.Â
âI promise, youâll like it.â Gojo however reassures you with a gentle earnestness. So with a sigh you walk and step into the patch.
Beneath you is actual soil. Itâs soft, smells of comfort and you canât help it, a watery laugh escapes you. How long has it been since you felt the earth above?
Even since you visited the Elysian Fields, you discovered an ominous truth about your favorite spot.Â
âNothing can grow there.â Utahime told you sadly. âWhile everything is lush and beautiful and cannot die. However, nothing can grow as well.â
But you remembered the carnations. You knew they bloomed when you were there and you revealed that to Utahime.
Her lovely face scrunched up in wise thought and her eyes became distant.
âUnfortunately it could have just been a simple fluke. The Elysian Fields are meant to be a place of peace. Maybe it was trying to comfort you as well⌠let you feel some sort of semblance of the surface world.â
The thought was comforting but also carried an ocean abyss of sadness. Understanding nothing could grow here in this world made sense.
But now you sat on solid soil, true soil from above.
You scramble to your knees and canât help but dig your hands through it. The cushiony familiar texture, the smell that has been with you since you were a sapling. Tears threaten to cloud your vision.
Turning around, Gojo is there leaning against the hallwayâs frame and beaming bright like a marigold.
âHow?!â You ask breathlessly, unable to still process this.
âI have my ways.â Gojo coyly replies. More questions only rise in you but you quietly set them aside.
âUtahime said nothing could grow here.âÂ
âHmâŚthat is true. But, why not give it a try?â Curiosity oozes out of him.Â
So you decide, why not. With your hands in the soil you inhale and the magic in your veins flickers to life.
You clutch the dirt tight in your grasp as if trying to hang on to this last sense of who you are.
Out of the earth. a small green sprout suddenly peeks out.Â
Absolute excitement and giddiness unfolds in you like a wild hurricane. You canât help but snap your face back to Gojo in pure joy.
A wide open and even a bit proud smile illuminates his handsome face.
âWell look at you, petals! Nice work. Although I was expecting a tree or something, that little thing is nice I guess!â
You playfully throw a handful of dirt at him. Itâs childish but itâs the only way you can fight the fondness growing in you, a festering weed you donât know if you want to eradicate.Â
Gojo breaks out in amused cackles. His cheeks puff up and you can almost sense the amusement in his covered eyes.
âIâll let you enjoy.â He pushes off the hallway frame and is about to turn around when you quickly call to him
âWait.âÂ
He freezes and glances over his shoulder.Â
You have to ask. âWhy did you do this?âÂ
Now the god of the underworld fully turns his attention back to you.Â
âDo what?âÂ
You sigh exhausted at his innocently coy reply.
âWhy did you do this? Give me this plot of land?â
Gojoâs lips, which you have been alarmingly thinking about more, turn into an eased crooked smile.Â
âItâs a gift. Youâre my guest here and my friend. So why not?â He replies anticlimactic, even shrugs.Â
The answer is not satisfying and it slightly irritates you. But youâre still grateful. You might not know the true reason why he did this and might not ever know. But Gojo still did this for you all the same.Â
So gathering that gratitude you smile at him, a true earnest one.Â
âWhatever the reason isâŚThank you, Gojo.â
This is the first time you say his name. Just the taste of it in your mouth leaves a strange tingle.Â
The ruler of the underworldâs face. It drops so fast that you barely catch it. But it was there. A look of pure surprise, confusion and something else you can not pinpoint. But all of that quickly vanished only to be replaced by a smile radiating artificiality. Then Gojo vanishes.
In this new space, you exhale against the new weight building in your chest. Leaves then begin tickling your hands and you glance down at your new blooms.
Pure confusion strikes because this is actually a brand new bloom.
Youâve never seen this flower before.
Delicate cotton white star-like flowers greet you and youâre afraid to even touch them. So many of them cluster around each other in rather tall stalks. They remind you of lilies in their shape but are smaller and have a fragility to their thin petals.
You stare at the blooms slowly filling out the area around you until you are completely surrounded.
Horror strikes you fast.Â
The cloudy white petals match the white hair of the lord of the underworld.Â
Unknown to you, as you sit frozen among your new flowers, wheat fields decay above on the surface.
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As much of a king and ruler he is, boredom plagues Gojo most of the time. It doesnât surprise you one bit.Â
He pesters you constantly in your garden now. Currently you threaten to grow Venus fly traps large enough to eat him.
âYou know, Iâd actually be interested to see that.â He muses light and you hate that the thought of creating such a thing has you curious as well.
Gojo and you exchange a glance. Soon enough a large Venus fly trap stands around the same height as the god.
âItâs huge!â He cries impressively and pride flutters through your chest.Â
Then the underworld's king sticks his whole head inside the opening mouth of the Venus flytrap and waves his hands with the brightest expression.Â
You scream in panic and Gojo cackles beyond entertained. He thankfully removes his head. Itâs perfect timing as the plantâs prickly mouth snaps itself shut.Â
You are horrified but Gojo just continues to laugh.Â
He opens the plantâs mouth and starts moving it. Changing his voice to a high pitched tone, he begins talking as if heâs the plant itself in some sort of bizarre performance.Â
âI beg your garden?!â He shrieks in an absurd voice.
Itâs ridiculous, unbelievable and you canât help it. You burst into wild giggles that shake your body. You have laughed more in his company than you can even remember. Youâre having true fun with him in a way that you canât even remember experiencing with your old companions.
You remember previously noticing how lonely the god of death looked and it only made you wonder how youâve also tasted loneliness. Always stuck to your motherâs side, living in her shadow, it grew lonely there.Â
âDonât laugh at me! Just wanna have fun, be-leaf me!â Gojo continues in that shrill tone.Â
Now here you are laughing in pure fun at his antics.
Gojo quickly drops the performance and immediately asks you to make a lotus as small as a clover. Itâs tricky but when the flower unfurls a tiny lovely blossom in the palm of your hand, Gojo cheers.
Then you start thinking of jacaranda trees the size of bonsai. With a furrowed concentration you form a beautiful miniature tree. The lovely violet blooms even so small color the area exquisitely.Â
âYouâre incredible.â He breathes out the words and they almost sound in awe.Â
You try not to get flustered but it is hard with his attention so intently focused on you. Instead you wave your hand out. Playfully a bunch of cherry blossoms nearby rapidly swirl in a whirlwind of petals all around him
Gojo shouts an amused ecstatic cheer, flinging his hands up among the petals. You snicker even more.Â
It becomes a game. Gojo offers new plant ideas or to grow vegetation he never knew existed. His face genuinely scrunches up at the odd smelling plants you call forth and you snicker pleased at his reactions.
Eventually you take a seat and start to make a few flower crowns. One particularly is for the young girl you saw in the throne room, Rika, and who youâve caught now a few times peeking at you from around the palace columns.
No surprise but the lord of the underworld takes a seat right by your side.Â
âA flower crown huh⌠You know, you never made the one I asked for when we first met.â He comments with the worst pout.Â
Of course he remembers that. You had even forgotten about that meeting by the riverbank.Â
You scan around looking for something to use until you spot the perfect crown.Â
Reaching to a nearby shrub, you break off a bare small twig. You regally place it on top of Gojoâs head.
âAw!â His deflated reaction, seeing this powerful god with a simple twig on his head, has you snickering. Then you realize Gojo stopped his infinity barrier for you to place it on him.Â
You donât even want to linger on that thought. So violently shoving it away, you continue braiding the flowers. You concentrate hard, even scrunch your face as you weave in lily stems.Â
A delicate but soft crawling sensation suddenly dances across your leg. The culprit is a branch from a leatherleaf fern Gojo has plucked. You wiggle away in a panic.
He again drags the delicate green leaves to playfully tickle you and try squirming away from him as much as you can. An urge to even hiss at him rises.Â
âWhat?! Are you ticklish, petals!?â Gojo beams with excitement.Â
âNo, youâre just annoying!â You reply sharply trying to stay calm.Â
The king however is patient and stubborn. Instead of relenting he wiggles the fernâs large leaves firmer across your arms then to your shoulder where it meets your neck.
You squeal, laughing so unattractive as you wiggle away with all your might to flee from his playful torment. You canât even chide him to stop, too caught up in the wild infectious giddiness taking over.Â
Your body buckles under the ministrations very slowly until your back rests on the solid soil ground. Your eyes snap open.
There, the god of the underworld leans over you.
Gojo is handsome. You knew that from the first moment you saw him. But now you take in how wide his shoulders are, how celestially white his hair glows, and how compromising, as well as dangerous, this position is.
Your mind had started drifting more and more towards deeply temptatious thoughts of him. Thinking of how your hands would grasp his broad shoulders, wondering how his body without any barriers would feel pressed over you.Â
A dizzying fire licks through your veins. Gojo finally stops his tickling bombardment and now stares down at you. Even without seeing his eyes they pierce you with a hypnotic pull.
A moment passes or maybe a millennial has. Time ticks by too molten to process.
You want him. You hate how badly you want this infuriating man. You hate thinking about how easy it would be to lean up and kiss him. As tempting as that idea is, how much it consumes you, you remember a heavy truth. If your lips leaned up to kiss him you would only find infinity.
Before anything else can be said or done you rapidly spring up from the soil like a new bud. You say nothing. Neither does Gojo. Quickly you return to braiding your poor discarded flower crown. He remains quiet long enough you wonder if maybe he left your side quietly.Â
Until the ground shifts besides you as Gojo moves to stand.Â
âDonât let the plants eat you, petals. You wouldnât make good fertilizer.âÂ
You canât even find a quick retort to shoot back at him.Â
When you reach for a few roses to add their lovely color to the floral wreath, you wince. A sharp prickling sensation stabs your fingers.
Drawing your hand back you see your golden blood, the ichor of an immortal, dripping down your fingers.
Suddenly an image flashes wild and frantic in your mind.
Gojo appearing before you suddenly. He inspects your wounded hand. Instead of applying a wrap or even allowing you to heal with time as all immortals can, he delicately places your bleeding fingers into his mouth. He sucks on them gently and fierce. His tongue swipes against your wound, against the blood. He moans, loud, debauched, and it mixes with the wet slurps. He sucks and sucks without any desire to stop. His tongue fondly runs up again along your fingers. The pressure of his mouth, the warmth of it, letting yourself bravely trace his teeth, then feeling him playfully bite your skinâŚÂ
You scramble out of your thoughts as a slick liquid heat pools between your legs. Grabbing your flower crown, you storm off to your room praying to flee from the god of the underworld haunting you.Â
But you know it is hard, almost impossible, to outrun and hide from a god.Â
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âI have to leave for a few days.â Gojo explains as he sits besides you in the garden.
The garden has now become a lush oasis for you. Various ferns happily grow to one side. A few fruit trees already take root and grow steadily. So many flowers sprinkle beautiful clusters of colors all across the space.Â
Of course your new white flowers continue to bloom patiently and delicately. Wherever you turn, so many seem to pop up. It's to the point even Gojo made a comment upon seeing the new florals.
âOh? These look new.â You ignored his curious comment.Â
Now you ask about his trip with the same curiosity.
âLeaving? What for?âÂ
A pause comes.Â
âUnfortunately thereâs been a recent increase in the amount of newcomers arriving in our realm.â
You donât miss the way your heart jumps hearing him say âour realm.â The main issue at hand however has you concerned.
âDo you think itâs a sudden war? Or a natural catastrophe?â Your heart twists thinking about either terrible possibility.Â
âDonât know. Thatâs why Iâm heading up to figure it out.â Gojo sighs.Â
You nod understandingly and sympathetically to Gojo. Even with his eyes covered, his gaze seems to stare somewhere far away. Then he quickly averts his attention to the budding trees youâre tending to.
âThis one seems to be doing great here.â Gojo notes curiously. He leans closer to you, a pressure softly pushing against you. Any giddiness of having him so close is quieted by the truth that itâs infinity against you.Â
âIt is.â You agree happily. âPomegranate trees are resilient. They just need the right soil and can bloom with much worry. They even can handle different types of pests.â
Gojo hums a curious thing.
âSounds a little familiar, donât you think?â He comments but his voice is deep, low. Hearing his tone this way sparks a dangerous desire to life and it drags its claws down your spine.Â
âFamiliar how?â You hesitantly ask.
Something gentle, barely with the lightest of pressures, runs across the back of your hand. You think it might be his fingertips. Your body reacts, galvanized in a frenzy. But when you whip your head to the side, the king is gone.Â
As you sit alone in your garden, you almost scream.
When the time comes to bid Gojo farewell, you now wonder how youâll handle truly being alone without him.Â
âDonât miss me too much, petals.â He teases and you roll your eyes.
âPlease, Iâm going to enjoy having this place all to myself.â You scoff.Â
Gojo grins like a cat thatâs caught a canary and then, he leaves without another word.Â
In his absence you find, at first, you do enjoy the peaceful solitude. But that gets old quickly because stars above you do end up missing him.
You didnât realize how much your existence here has now become so entrenched with Gojoâs. You miss the strolls you and him take. You miss his questions about the new blossoms growing. You even miss the way he playfully throws figs at you at dinner while you sit not eating a single bite. It has become not just a friendship with the underworldâs god but a true deep bond with him.
âCan you stop with the wistful sighing please?â Utahime sternly asks as you lounge in her study.
âIâm not wistfully sighing!â You stammer out embarassed.
âUh huh.â She does not seem convinced but also does not press the subject further. The goddess of magic instead stays completely focused on her piles of scrolls scattering her area.
The underworld seemed to be slowly constricting around itself. A tension tightened the air. Everyone, even Shoko, seemed scarce and occupied. Whatever was occurring above on the surface was greatly impacting this world.
You decide to leave Utahime to her devices and slip away quietly.
Now you wander the edge of the royal grounds. Your eyes scan the realm stretching out before you. There, like a lantern among the darkness, the fluttering flickering red light of Tartarus shines unwavering.Â
It is the last place that you have yet explored.
You remember Gojoâs rule, his warning about not going to it
However, a small twinkle inside you even feels as if itâs being drawn there by a soft gentle pull.Â
You could just walk and see it from the outside, not even enter its gates. No harm would come from just inspecting the grand prison from a closer distance right?Â
Before you can stop yourself your feet guide you across the riverâs path to the other side.
The atmosphere distorts into something sinister like the way the air hollows out before a terrifying storm.Â
Soon the crystalized rocks become jagged spikes. A smell of sulfur fills your senses and a wave of heat begins to tickle your skin. Soon the glowing red is now a vibrant bleeding sun before your eyes.Â
You dare not step any closer.Â
Terror slowly claws over your body. This is as close as you will get and will ever get. You turn around to walk back.Â
ââŚLittle flowerâŚâ a soft raspy voice sends a horrifying chill up your back.
Your head snaps to the side. A creature unravels from the bottom of a rock and stares up at you with tree branches like eyes.
A cursed soul.
Something now besides the creature wiggles from the ground. It morphs and shifts from a clay like structure to take the shape of man. He reminds you of a patch quilt and his body screams that he too is another cursed soul.
âYou are far away from home, little goddess.â The curse coos.
You canât even speak as fear chokes your throat.
Move, you have to move! Something inside you screams. It sounds almost like Gojo.Â
Before you can move, hands, or maybe branches of some sorts, suddenly snap around your legs and yank you back. A scream escapes you or maybe you believe you hear a scream.
Everything happens fast. Your body is dragged and pulled closer to the prison. Laughter cackles sinisterly all around you and you thrash as much as you can. Tears clog your eyes. You wonder if this is it, if this will be how your end greets you. You swat at anything you can reach, but the panic is rising more and more.
Then a blinding heat sears under your palms.
You canât help it, your eyes squeeze shut and your hands feel as if they have exploded.Â
Then the pressure is gone from across your body. Your eyes, water soaked with tears,
Your eyes open and you find you are free. No more decayed limbs and branches on your body.
You scramble up as best as you can. Your legs however give out from the amount of wounds sliced across you. You try to heal as quickly as you can but being around such sinister evil for so long has drained you.Â
Suddenly something rushes besides you and you are too late to react. The patchwork creature jumps on you. With a gleeful monstrous smile he morphs into like a cage claw against your body and has you in his grasp.Â
You scream but you canât even hear it over the horrifying laughter. You thrash, try to free yourself again, but your body grows too exhausted to even move. Your vision begins blurring.
Then another scream of anguish comes but you canât even process what or who it is.
Your body is released. You pitch forward, unable to hold yourself up anymore. Then someone catches you.Â
âPetals.â Gojoâs voice rings panicked in your ears. You wonder if he is a figment of your imagination. Before you can even focus, your vision gives out and you fade into oblivion.Â
The next thing you know, you wake up in the comfort of the softest sheets and a place that is not your quarters.Â
When you come into consciousness and see the grandness of the room, the dark shade of the walls, you piece together quickly this is Gojoâs bedchamber.
A new type of panic grips your heart and you scramble up.
âCareful, careful!â Suddenly the man himself reprimands you in a quick panic. Gojo sits up from his chair beside the bed. Whatever emotion lies in your eyes freezes him from approaching you.Â
âWhat happened?â You ask in a small whisper. You wonder if it was all a nightmare, a terror fueled fever dream.
âI found you in Tartarus.â Gojo replies. This is the first time his voice has sounded this upset. His face darts away from you.
âWhat were you thinking? What were you even doing there?â His voice is sharp as a bladeâs edge and it cuts you swiftly.
Your reason now sounds so childish.Â
There have been multiple times when you rolled your eyes at Gojoâs antics. You believed him to be a fool, a childish king who has not grown up, a result of being alone for so long here in this realm. But now you wonder if you are the foolish one.Â
You croak out an apology that rips your heart open. Squeezing your eyes shut you try to stop the tears from coming but itâs no use.
âI justâŚI just wanted to see. It wasâŚit was something you wouldnât understand. Iâm sorry.â You apologize again. A poisonous frustration and anger at yourself for being so foolish fills you. If you had only listened.Â
Suddenly a hand rests gently on top of yours. No barrier, no infinity. Just Gojoâs soft larger hand enfolding yours. Itâs warmer than you expected.
Gojo does not yell, doesnât even say anything else. He simply sits besides you staring so concerned but understandingly. You squeeze his hand and more tears form rivers down your face.Â
The underworldâs king stays by your side the entire time.Â
Right before you fall asleep, still in the kingâs bedchamber, you swear the most delicate and tender touch runs across your face. Â
Once you are healed Gojo, holding your hand, takes you back to Tartarus.Â
âI should have showed this place before.â He explains quietly. âI could have only imagined your curiosity.âÂ
You try to focus on his voice but it is hard when you try to process what lies before you.
âWaitâŚAre you sure weâre at Tartarus?âÂ
âUhâŚyes?â Gojo replies a bit confused but you are more confused than he is. Because there is no possible way this could be the same place.Â
The same burning furious fiery glow is now a simple flicker of a flame like a dwindling candle. All the rocks and sharp spikes have been crushed and leveled into debris cluttering the whole area. The air even holds a haunting stillness. This reminds you of a forest after a fire, a quiet entombment that spoke of a tremendous fury. Did he do this?
You realize as much as you want to know, you want to leave even more.
A squeeze of your hand is all you have to say before Gojo squeezes back. In a blink you and him are back at the palaceâs main atrium. But a quest stands there waiting.
âIjichi!â Gojo cries bright and happily.
Your eyes go wide.
The messenger of the gods. You had seen him in passing and even then you found him to be an uptight god. Now his face is hardened and upset. His keen eyes spot you and his mouth drops.Â
Ijichi cries your name and something inside you falls.Â
âWhat brings you here Ijichi?â Gojo asks with a twinkling curiosity.
âYou know exactly why Iâm here Gojo!â The messenger snaps and a part of you wants to shrink away. But, another piece of you knows you canât run anymore.
You know why the messenger is here.Â
âI need to speak with you.â Ijichi urges with pleading eyes staring so intensely at you.
Reality weighs you down. You have to address this. You cannot keep hiding anymore.
So you let go of Gojoâs hand and you and Ijichi move to a private room.
You sit down ready to hear about your mother, about the urgency that you need to return to the surface world and face your fate.
But what comes to you instead plummets your entire soul. With a gentle but stern kindness tells you all that is happening.
Horror, dread, and all of their friends, fill your body.
The surface world is dying. Famine plagued the fields. Livestock is suffering. People are suffering.
All because of your actions.
Ijichi, bless him, is not accusatory, does not shame you or put blame.Â
âYou need to return home with me. Iâm sorry.â The messenger urges but sympathy seeps out.
You donât hesitate to nod yes as tears come in tidal waves.
There is not much to take with you. You say farewell to your garden, to the beautiful palace, to Utahime and Shoko who both hug you incredibly tight.
But when you go to say goodbye to the lord of this world, he is nowhere to be found.
You do not have to search long. He sits in his study. This the most youâve ever seen him actually use it and look so dashingly studious, regal, at work. He completely ignores your entrance and does not even spare you a glance.Â
âIâm leaving.â You announce. He stays silent.
You swallow hard and compose yourself.
âThank you so much for letting me stay here for as long as I have. Youâve been a wonderful host.â
A wonderful friend. A wonderful companion, and maybe something even more wonderful, so fond and dangerous, you dare not speak its name.
He stays quiet and you are about to walk out of the door when suddenly Gojoâs hand grabs yours in a rapid grip. Your heart trips over a skipped beat from feeling his true hand clutching yours.
âYou donât have to do anything you donât want to.â He argues.Â
âI have to go back. I have to face this.â You urge even though your voice wavers waterlogged.
âYou donât have to. We can figure this out.âÂ
He does not want you to go.
You even accept you donât want to either. Not just because you fear the truth awaiting you, but because youâve become terribly attached to this place, attached to him.Â
At first you wanted to laugh it off as simply being stuck here and left with no choice but to just tolerate the god of the underworld. Instead you found you sought Gojo on your own more and more. You wanted to know him, not as a ruler of the eternal realm of death but as the man you learned hates pickled radish and loves any type of sweet treat.
You swallow hard and shake your head.
âI canât keep running away.â You even surprise yourself at how firm, how solid and unwavering, your voice resonates.
Gojoâs hand releases yours. The air brews tense and thick. Then the god of the underworld lifts his blindfold up.Â
Your heart stops.
Beautiful ocean blue eyes stare at you. Of course his eyes would be luminous pools.
You canât speak, donât know what to say.Â
âSatoruâŚâ he instead speaks first. âThat's my true and first name... Thought you should know it before you leave.â
The gift he is presenting to you is immense. No mortals know the true name of your kind. Even you are addressed by a secondary name so tightly tied with your mothers.Â
Now he is giving you this pure full piece of himself. His eyes, his name, his heart, all are pieces you tenderly lock away in your heart. They hold more precious value than any of the gems buried in this land.Â
Before you can even reply Gojo leans forward.
With the most delicate of pressure, he kisses your forehead. Your eyes water but now for another emotion too grand to process while you drown in its waves.
He whispers out and says your name, your pure true name. Heâs never said it before.Â
Then he disappears.Â
You swallow back a deep sob and return back to the atrium.Â
Gojo is nowhere to be seen even when you head to the stairs that lead back to the surface.
Before you leave, Utahime gives you one final hug then discreetly slips something into your hand. Itâs a simple cloth with a sigil on it. You had seen her work on these types of spells many times and knew they all had various uses.
âShould you ever need us again or want to return, just use this.â She whispers low in your ear.
You clutch it tight, like a lifeline. When you go to give one final glance back to the underworld, the king is missing. You canât find him anywhere and heartache clogs your throat. So you turn your back to the darkness and step into the light of the surface.
The smell of the air hits you first. The crisp scent of the dying leaves arrives in the brisk breeze. A barren earth stretches out before you and you walk into the desolation to meet your fate.Â
The sky above is a clouded muted gray.Â
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Your mother is furious, absolutely in a rage that would rival a tsunami. But thankfully with your return the earth flourishes overnight as if by a miracle. The lush green should be a comfort to you. The smell of the sunlight should elevate your spirit warm but instead you ache for the soft glow of the gemstone walls.Â
âYou have two choices.â She tells you sternly. âEither marry the immortal chosen for you or stay here with me.â
You stay quiet and she snaps out your name, a part of you wants to laugh because it sounds like a curse.Â
âAnswer me!â Your mother demands and you break.
âI dont want neither!â You cry back. âCanât you see?! The reason I ran away to the actual place of death is because I cannot pick either! Because I donât want to!â
âCould you truly be so selfish?!â Your mother accuses you with a seething venom.
Selfish. Were you being selfish?Â
You once discussed this with Gojo because you had wondered many times if you were simply being a selfish brat running away from your problems.Â
âI donât think so.â He shrugged. âIsnât it selfish of you mother to want to keep you beside her forever? Besides, if you are being selfish then who cares. Nobody realizes itâs actually okay to be somewhat selfish every once in a while, especially when youâre deciding what direction your life is going to take.âÂ
His voice becomes a soothing balm to your frustration.Â
So you bare your soul and heart before your mother. You could never be happy being forced to wed another. Nor would you ever be satisfied staying stitched to your motherâs side. You need your freedom. You wanted and deserved to have your own choice away from those options.Â
Her eyes flicker a kaleidoscope of emotions. She thankfully lets you speak the entire time without interruptions. When you are done, she gently walks forward and embraces you. You squeeze her tight.
âIâm sorry, my little sprout.â She comforts you.Â
You exhale, relieved.Â
âThat damn monster of the underworld,â she says with a steady anger. âHe filled your brain with nonsense.â
She pulls away and your face falls in horror.Â
âDonât worry. I already plan to discuss with Gakuganji a meaningful punishment for him.â
You cry out a plea to her. But she simply smiles and pats your cheek.
âYou wonât have to worry about him or anything else ever again.â She affirms confidently
Your frustrated scream falls on an empty room as she leaves in the breeze of the wheat fields. Emotions bubble up in you so wildly that your head begins to throb.Â
The panic clouds your vision. What will happen to Gojo? Why couldnât your mother listen to you? Then an idea quietly emerges among the chaos.Â
You remember the slip of cloth tucked away in the private corner of your chambers.
Before your mother could come back, before you can even fully think, you race to grab it. You trace your finger along the intricate ink and then close your eyes.
When you open them, you are in the underworld, back in your garden.Â
It is as lush and beautiful as the day you left it except now the trees have grown in beautifully. Their shady leaves flourish against the marble and crystal. Your eyes land on the lone tree standing so firmly among the others.
The pomegranate tree flowers happily in full bloom filled with a fruitful harvest.
You remember the discussion you had with Gojo over these trees. You spoke of how resilient they were, and he quietly offered how familiar that sounded. The beautiful reddish violet fruit you now pluck so effortlessly from the branches you recognize is you.
You grew and flourished, gained a new sense of yourself. You carved out an existence here and bloomed into a new life.Â
You act fast. With all your strength you smack the fruit against the bark of the tree. Thankfully it cracks open to reveal the glistening seeds inside.
A conversation you had with Gojo has been playing in your mind since you returned to the surface.
âWhy canât I eat anything here?â You asked the first time you joined him for dinner.Â
âAs tempting as these cakes are,â he grins, taking a large bite out of the sugary sweet.Â
âEating anything from here meansâŚyouâre pretty much stuck here forever, petals. And I donât think a pretty bud yourself could handle that now could you?â
Those words echo more than ever as the pomegranate seeds stain your fingers.
You could handle it. In fact you want to embrace it. A life here, with Gojo. You knew the consequences awaiting you. A part of you even screams to stop. Â
But you instead scoop out a handful of seeds and swallow them swiftly.
Their juicy delightful nectar fills your mouth. If this is being selfish, you think it has never tasted sweeter. You wait thinking there would be a reaction to doing this, to stealing yourself to this world. The only thing that comes is someone breathing out your name.
You snap your face to the side. There Gojo stands completely frozen.
His blindfold is missing. The ruler of the underworld now stares at you with his bare wide cerulean eyes that rival a field of bluebonnets.
âPetalsâŚâ Confliction strangles his voice and his eyes flicker to the pomegranate in your hand.
âWhat are you doing here? What did you do?â You donât think you have ever heard him sound this confused and panicked.
âSatoru.âÂ
His name, itâs all you can say. Itâs a prayer so beautiful you never want to stop saying it.
You blink and the king vanishes. Then he is before you. His hand clutches your face firm and he swoops down to kiss you.
You canât help but whimper as your breath gets stolen from your lungs. You clutch onto the god tighter, desperate to get as close to him as you can.Â
Under your touch infinity disappears.Â
Satoruâs tongue slips effortlessly into your mouth and explores with a chaotic mess. You taste the same desperation he has mirroring your own.
He lifts you up effortlessly with one hand and it makes you squeak. Then, the two of you are whisked away.
When you arrive in his chambers a frantic edge is set ablaze as Satoru presses you against the cool wall of his room. He effortlessly grinds against you and another whimper leaves you to get caught against his lips.
You are drunk on the taste of him. You donât even care how loud you pant because you are too afraid this moment could end at any moment.
Satoru starts to kiss the corner of your lips. He quirky nips sharp bites against your skin and your eyes close in bliss.
He kisses across your cheek, down your neck, alternating between kissing and softly biting.Â
Then cool air tickles your bare kiss soaked neck and your eyes wearily open.Â
Satoru is now on his knees.
His hands reverently run against your delicate robes. A meditative but possessive gleam darkens his eyes making them look like deep trenches.
He kisses your exposed thigh and you tug at his soft white hair. His rich cobalt eyes now flicker up to you.
You sigh out his name with a slight whine as you miss his lips against yours.Â
âShh...â he urges softly as he bites at your skin again harder. Your hips rise on their own accord. He chuckles deep and thick.
âLet me worship you.â He whispers with reverence with eyes drenched in delicious lust. Itâs the last thing he says before his tongue suddenly licks an intent path up your thigh straight to your sex and you see stars.
Eventually he carries you to his grand bed where you now lie against him.Â
Love drunk in the afterglow you canât stop giggling at how Satoru continues to kiss any inch of your body.Â
âYou really are the terror of the underworld.â You snicker playfully.
âOh of course. Canât let you forget my reputation.â He beams proud as he kisses your fingertips once again.Â
His chest is solid and warm under you as you rest against him. His heart beats like a beautiful strong drum you can rest your ear against and hear now. Instead you slide up higher to burrow your face against his neck. All of this is intoxicating and a gift you cherish.Â
But even in the afterglow, the weight of this union settles over a grim cloud.
âMy mother is going to set the world on fire.â You mutter soft and pained.
âNo,â Satoru kisses the top of your head. âThe old geezer upstairs wonât let her.���
A comforting in his own Gojo way and you snort amused for a moment. Against his warm solid neck Satoru only draws you closer to him. The two of you stay in bed for what feels like a millennia but still not enough.
You are about to slide out of the bed when the god of the underworld whines grabbing you back like a child refusing to let go of their favorite toy.
âI need to get ready.â You softly say as you run your fingers through his cloud white hair.
âNo.â He pouts. âYouâre stuck here with me forever now, petals.â
That is true.Â
âI am, but you know I canât avoid this.â
As you go to slip on the new beautiful robe that of course Satoru had ready for you, he blurts out-
âMarry me.â
Your knees almost give out.Â
You screech out a confused noise and whip your attention back to him.
âAre you serious!?âÂ
âAs serious are you were when you banged that poor pomegranate against a tree!â He fires back.
In a blink Satoru is suddenly holding you in one of his arms while the other cradles your face in his hands.
âMarry me.â He repeats again but this time his voice leans sincerity. âLet me annoy you for the rest of eternity by your side as your husband.â
You donât hesitate. You pull his face towards you and kiss him desperate. The poor robe you slipped on is hastily yanked off and you are returned back to the cooling bed sheets.
âYou know,â Satoru muses playfully as you rest again tangled up in his arms. âI never heard you say an official yes or no.â
You lift your head up and give him an incredulous glare.
âYou canât be serious, Satoru.â
âYouâre right.â He softly beams down to you. âThe amount of times I heard you screaming âYes Satoru! Yes my love!â was the best answer.â Â
You grab the nearest discarded pillow and smack him with it. It fully collides against his too gorgeous face and he laughs at the collision. The tables turn when he swiftly snags the pillow from your hands and playfully retaliates. Your laughter and his bounce together so brightly in the room. It fills you with enough strength to finally face whatever fate awaits you.Â
Your beloved headache of a fiancĂŠ reassures you with one soft kiss to your shoulder.
Before you can even step out of the palace, the surface worldâs entrance cracks open. From the shadows you see your mother and then beside her is the god of the skies himself.
âOh ho! Well nowâŚthis is going to be fun!â Satoru cackles with excitement.
âHey, my darling soon to be wife,â he turns to ask you. Even with his eyes covered again you know glee shines in them. âYou want the old manâs head on a platter as an early wedding gift?!â
You almost choke on air. Of course youâre not the only one outraged at what he said.
Your mothers voice cracks the air with destructive angerÂ
âYouâre engaged to this monster?!â Her eyes are blistering fires threatening to scorch you where you stand. You reply a solid yes without hesitation.
âAw! I didnât realize you liked me so much already, my dear mother in law!â Satoru coos. Your mother flat out ignores him as do you.
âThis is prosperous! Outrageous!â The lord of the skies, Gakuganji, thunders in an outrage rivaling your mothers.
âShe ate food from this world, and is so bound here.â Shoko explains with a steadied ease.
âThere is now way you will survive here any longer!â She seethes at you. âYou are not meant for this world!â
âActuallyâŚâ Suddenly the poised voice of the goddess of magic herself flutters into the room. With a steeled conviction, Utahime steps forward. She explains how she has been watching you ever since your arrival and noticed changes happening.
âGrowth, new life has emerged here. We have all witnessed it. On top of that, I think being here has unlocked new abilities I donât think we even thought were possible.âÂ
Powers?
âWhen you momentarily stopped those curses from Tartarus.â Gojo explains patiently as if he read your mind. Faintly you hear the horrified voice of your mother screaming Tartarus?!Â
âI did that?â You ask stunned.
âYup, you did.â Satoru beams, prouder than ever.Â
âWhat is the meaning of this!?â Gakuganji demands.
âIt means she can survive here. If anything it maybe even suggests she might have even been destined to be here.â Utahime replies steady.
Destined to be here. Â
You think of the words she once told you, about how the underworld revealed truths about oneâs self.
âEven with that possibility, you stay here and there will be no peace.â Gakuganji urges.
You know the suffering that could come. Your mother is a stubborn creature who would never relent.
For some reason, you think of the bleeding heart flower. You think of their stems and how distinctly the flower seems to be two parts blended together beautifully. Some of the petals even have to curl open for it to grow. So you decide to split your existence in half.
âFor half the year I will be here, in the underworld with my husband.â The word rolls effortlessly off your tongue and it feels right, feels as if you have always said it. âAnd the other half will be on the surface. Equal time to each place.âÂ
Gakuganji hums a moment to consider.
âYou cannot allow this!â Your mother pleads to the grand elder god.Â
âNo one can undo what has been done. The fruit has been eaten and sheâs tied to this world.â Shoko clarifies simply.Â
Satoru hums a playfully amused noise that makes you want to smack him upside the head. Instead you ask for the room to speak with your mother. Now itâs just you and her, as it has been for so many centuries. Except a canyon now stretches between you and her. She waits on the other side of it a vengeful fury.
âDid you do this to spite me?â Your mother asks pained. Exhaling exhausted, you shake your head.
âI did this because itâs my choice, and because I love him.â You tell her with a patience that even surprises you. Â
âAnd thatâs all Iâve wanted. Not to choose between what you wanted me to pick but instead make my own decision.â
âYouâŚyou cannot love the lord of the underworld.â She croaks with so many emotions tangled in her voice.
Your lips tug as if Satoru himself pinches your cheeks into a smile.Â
âIâm sorry, but I can and I do.â Might be one of the hardest tasks you ever faced, but you would do it for all of infinity.Â
Your mothers eyes scan over your face. The emotions in them seem endless, a bottomless well that you canât even swim in.
âYouâve grown, my little sprout.â Her voice wistfully comments. The two of you simply stare at each other.Â
After that she barely looks at you even after the others return.
The decision is made rather simply compared to the riotous calamity that preceded it. Six months with your mother and six months here. But of course, your mother declares your time on the surface begins now. Gakuganji agrees and your spirit pops.
Any moment of celebration, any hope of wanting to enjoy being here, decomposes in your chest. You gather yourself as best as you can.
âCan I at least say goodbye to my husband?â You ask.
âYou are not even married yet.â Gakuganji sneers.
âWe arenât. But you could wed us right now and change that if youâd like, old man!â Satoru offers. The old godâs face crumbles up so disgusted you have to hold back a laugh.
Thankfully youâre allowed a moment of solitude with Satoru in his chambers. You embrace his tall frame and he holds you tight.
âMy offer still stands. Just say the word and Iâll throw the old man in the one of rivers.âÂ
âSatoru please.â You sigh.
âWhat?! All I am saying is there is still time, I could easily throw him in. He wouldnât even know what hit him.â
A small snicker does leave you as you shake your head no.Â
âFine.â Your soon to be husband sighs disappointed.Â
âSo much for an engagement announcement.â Gojo teases trying to soothe the moment with humor but a question about your sudden engagement has been weighing on your mind. You need to ask him before you leave.
Holding Satoruâs hand you gently lead him to the beautiful carved out window nook. When he sits completely flush besides you, you reach over to draw his blindfold away.
His eyes are oceans you never wish to leave. But you will have to. Every six months you will be away from this man who has burrowed a hole in your heart and made it his home.
âWhy do you want to marry me?â You ask.
His eyes scrunch up slightly curious but also as if he doesnât understand your question.Â
âBecause youâre my other half.â
Thatâs beautiful, but itâs not enough. Youâre thankful Satoru senses thatâs not the answer you wanted and he sighs dreamily.Â
âThat first time I saw you, do you remember?â He begins.
At Olympus, that seems like centuries ago now.Â
âYou had so many petals and leaves stuck in your hair. Yet, your face was so angryâŚlike you couldâve ripped apart the mountain in half.â He explains fondly. âNow I have no doubt you could if you smack a fruit against it.â
âHey,â you playfully laugh but itâs watery, soaked in disbelieving love.
âBut you were incredible, this hilarious creature of both fury and flowers. I had never seen someone so beautiful.â Satoru addsÂ
His hands now have moved to encompass yours.
âDo you think weâre rushing into this?â You question.
âDo you think we are?â He mirrors it back to you.
A piece of you agreed this is rushed. But then the ache inside of you already dreading leaving this man speaks louder than your doubt.
âLook,â he speaks first. âMy life has been the same for so long. Like I got stuck in my own infinity and then you came stomping in⌠â
Satoruâs cerulean eyes fiercely flicker up to you and he stares unwavering.
âIâd tear apart the skies for you.â He says simply âYou make my life brighter. You and your scrunched up annoyed face you always give me. Your laugh. The way you talk to all your planets like they can speak back-â
âPlants respond better to hearing voices.â you croak interrupting him.
âIt helps them grow faster, yes I know.â He finishes for you so cheekily and your heart is about to float out of your body.
âSo you really want to marry me?â
Satoru rolls his eyes at your question.Â
âPetals, I wanted to marry you the moment you threatened to shove me in the River Styx during one of our morning strolls.â
You bark a watery laugh. âDonât tempt me. Iâd still do it.âÂ
The god of the underworld suddenly breathes out your name.
Tenderly Satoru leans forward and kisses you. You donât care that your mother is waiting for you. You simply want to enjoy this slice of eternity for as long as you can.Â
âI love you.â You whisper the words, a holy sigh, against his lips.
âThatâs nice.â He muses. Heâs lucky no throw cushions are nearby or else you would have smacked him.Â
It dawns on you that this is the closest to a wedding you will get until you return. So you pull away from his lips and vow yourself to him.Â
You vow to always roll your eyes and snap at him when he says something ridiculous. You vow to always now take the biggest bite out of his confectioneries even if he complains. You vow to be by his side until the cosmos collapses and even beyond that. But mainly, you vow-
âThat you never feel lonely for too long ever again, Satoru.âÂ
His eyes go wide, shimmering almost in awe. The king rushes forward and kisses you with a dizzying passion.
âWe would make terrible marriage officiants.â He mutters against your lips.
âWho cares.â You scoff.
âHm seems Iâm rubbing off on you in many other ways, petals.â
You chide him for being crude and he snickers, your ridiculous husband.
âWhat a cute new queen you are.âÂ
Queen. By marriage, by love, you are a queen now.Â
âYour crown is going to be a twig, like the one you placed on me that one time.â Satoru grins playfully.
âAs long as you match with me.â
He laughs so freely and itâs beautiful.Â
The thought of being a ruler, a monarch, for some reason does not scare you. You thought it would. Instead it only comforts you knowing the king who would be beside you is Satoru.Â
This joyous bubble however deflates as you return to your mother. This would be it. This is your goodbye until six months from now. But even among the heartbreak, a wave of reassurance washes over you. Because it is just six months. Compared to a lifetime without Satoru, six months is a simple breeze.
Once again you bid goodbye to Utahime, to Shoko, both embrace you tighter than ever. After all, you are one of their own now. And your husband, your poor Satoru, now wears the most obnoxious teary face that makes you want to flat out walk away from him.Â
But of course you embrace and kiss your king softly.
âYou better not kill my garden.â You warn against his tender lips.
âNo promises.â He smiles.Â
As youâre about to start your journey, Satoru wails dramatically.
âOne last kiss to remember me by!â Then making a horrendous kissing-like sound, he rushes to your side. You effortlessly hold your hand out to stop his face from reaching you. He weeps horrified while Shoko and Utahime kneel over laughing in unison.
Youâre amused at his antics but among the hilarity, Satoru leans into your palm. Gently he tilts his face and leaves a soft kiss on the palm of your hand.Â
It grants you tremendous strength to start your journey.Â
As you reach the edge of the stairs, so close you can almost taste the sunlight, you turn around. The last time you did this, Satoru was nowhere to be found. Now he stands at the very edge of the bottom of the walkway. Â
A moment passes. It is just you and him staring at each other. Youâre tempted to run back to him one final time. But you canât. You inhale a deep resolve and Gojo looks on proudly as he nods.
âIâll see you soon, petals.â His voice is low but you hear it, clear as day, even from the top step. You nod back, not trusting your own voice to reply.
His words give you the push to reach the surface.
The morning breeze tenderly greets you first. Your legs feel like they can give out from all the emotions rushing through your body. So you look down to focus on where you step.
There among the lush green grass your white underworld flowers already sprout below you. Your lips twitch trying to hold back a tearful laugh.
Glancing up you see the grandest blue sky stretching far and wide.Â
Youâve always loved the sky.Â
Except now your breath hitches at the sight.Â
Because the color above is the same captured and crystallized in your husbandâs eyes.
In the endless blue you find a new reassurance about the growth waiting for you in this new life. You also think of Satoru waiting for you as well. With the open sky now a welcoming blessing, you walk confidently into this new life.
With every step you leave behind delicate cloud-white underworld flowers blooming beautifully among the grass.Â
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