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Birthday boy!Suguru who came home tired from his mission. The thought of celebrating his birthday slipped out of his mind, too tired to think straightâ wants nothing more than to cuddle with you to sleep. Imagine his surprise when he opened the door to his room to see you, his precious pretty girlfriend. All the fatigue in his body vanished instantly at the sight of you smiling brightly holding a cake.
Birthday boy!Suguru who huffed out a chuckle, eyes squinting at how hard he's smiling, his strong beefy arms immediately wrapped around you, careful to not spill the cake that you were holding. Kissing your forehead before blowing out the candle. He felt his hearth throbbed at the sight of your pretty face singing him a happy birthday and at that moment he thought that, this was the best thing that happened in his life. (You, and your whole existence is the best thing that came to him)
Birthday boy!suguru who had a loving gentle eyes full of adoration, looking at you like you hung the stars, shaking his head to tell you that it's okay to just cuddle and watch tv on the couch while eating the cake with you, no need to go down on your knees to please him. He's already contented in just being at your presence. But you refused and insisted that he deserves it, and he can pretty much do anything he wants to you because it's his special day.
Birthday boy!suguru who can't deny you any longer and gave in with a soft sigh, how can he refuse his pretty girl if she looks at him like that? And besides, now that he thought about it, it's also been weeks since he has felt your warm heavenly pussy in his dick and especially in his tongue. Haven't had a taste of it due to his missions keeping him bussy. And right now, as you keep looking at him with those eyes, he wants nothing more than to rip out that cute panties of yours, stuff it in his pockets for future use and have you sat on his face, guiding your beautiful hips to grind harder on his awaiting tongue. Oh, that would be lovely, the best gift!
Birthday boy!suguru who wasted no time kissing you, backing you down in his bed to trail hot wet kisses on your body. He gave one last peck at your soft warm thighs before pressing his face on your clothed pussy. Rubbing his nose in your throbbing sensitive clit, Mumbling words that made you wet your panties even more as you felt his thumb peeled the thin layer of undergarment off your body. Those hot wet tongue dive in and devoured your twitching pussy, leaving no room untouched. Sucking, kissing and licking your cunt till you're making a mess in his bed sheets. Screaming in overstimulation as you tried to move away from his mouth, but he only tightened the grip in your thighs as he push them together in your chest, folding you in half to fuck his tongue in your creaming hole.
Birthday boy!suguru who check the time on his phone and it's already way pass 3:00 am. He throws it at the side before rolling you in your stomach to straddle the back of your thighs. You let out a whine, too worn out from all the Cumming and screaming as well as those positions that had you seeing stars as suguru hit all your spots and made you squirt for the umpteenth time. You're too tired to protest yet, your cunt twitches when you felt your boyfriend's fat dick slipped inside of your sensitive walls. Your eyes widened as your mouth opened to let out breathy silent screams. Feeling suguru's arm wrap around your throat, putting you in a headlock as he fucks you in a prone Bone. Eyes rolling at the back of your skull as his fat tip abused your bruised cervix.
Birthday boy!suguru who pushed in the cum seeping from your warm hole, he smiled lovingly at the sight of his pretty girl who's been knock out from all the fucking and Cumming she had done. You look so peaceful and adorable as your breathing calmed down. He covered your naked bodies in his soft warm blanket. Sighing as he felt the exhaustion catching up to him Wrapping his arms around your body to feel your warmth he move his lips to kiss your cheeks, whispering praises in your ears before he kissed your lips to thank you for just existing and being there for him. He peck your forehead one last time and with that, he closed his eyes and finally, let himself rest with you in his arms.
The best gift ever.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUGURU GETOâĽď¸
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ââŚJamil-senpai? Is that you? Ah, I-.. I didnât expect to see you here, but itâs good to see you again. âŚHow have you been? Have you⌠gotten a chance to travel the world?â
(Romantic + assume in the context of lots of things left unsaid in the past, feelings never pursued etc., either interaction or hcs whicheverâs easier! Congrats on 10k+ Raven!! đđ)
What comes after Ever After?
âAh.â
He turns when you call his name, and itâs like cupidâs arrow has shot through your chest, tearing that tender flesh apart. Itâs him alright. The boy from 10 years ago, the one you almost gave your heart toâbut then didnât.
Jamil is as viper-like as ever. His form is slim and lithe, the muscle of a dancerâand trained bodyguardâconcealed behind a set of demure terracotta robes with golden stitching. Dark, glossy hair falls loose over one shoulder, feathering a swan-like neck, the rest tumbling down his back adorned with beading and bangles akin to glistening scales. The pointedness to his gaze had sharpened with age, almost like he had used a knife to draw on his eyeliner.
His face is like it was before. A mask of placidity, an unreadable emotion set in the grey of his eyesâbut you catch the slight purse of his lips when he glimpses you.
â⌠I didnât expect to reunite with you here myself. Hello again.â Jamil humbly lowers his head in a bow, the accessories woven into his hair clinking together. Professional, formal. âIt has been many a moon.â
Too many to count.
But you know, deep down, you had counted every last one of them. The glowing white orb in the sky as it waxed into existence and waned out of it⌠Cycling endlessly. Many nights had been spent staring out of a window, arm draped over the sill, tracing the cut of his profile in the crevices and craters of the moon.
Sometimes, using your pointer and thumb, you'd pretend to pluck that pearl out of the sky. You imagined it as a grape. Tangible, easy to have and to hold.
So close, yet so far. Untouchable, unteachable for you. Always wondering about what could have been.
You push down the sadness welling within you, forcing your happiness.
âYou look as though you have something to say.â He inclines his head, and his hair seems to spill like wine into a glass. âAnd here I thought I was the one being asked to share my secrets.â
âY-You are.â
Thereâs a faint, melodious chuckle. It blows off the dust that coats your memories, rattling them to life.
Jamil cups a hand around his mouth and whispers. Those lips are scandalousâyou feel as though a snakeâs forked tongue might dart out from between them, tempting you to take a bite of some forbidden fruit.
âThen shall I steal you away and bend your ear?" His eyes cut to the ongoing reunion, the chaos of it. Students chatting loudly, music bumping, fruit punch sloshing. "I fear that this celebration, amusing as it is, isnât the most conducive for spinning my globetrotting stories.â
"Oh...!" You lit up. "So you were able to travel?"
"Predominantly for business trips, yes--though I suppose it still counts as travel. You've yet to see it for yourself, correct?" He lays a hand over his chest, offering you the other. "There's time to spare. Let me share the whole world with you."
Your heart flutters at the sight.
Is this... what I think it is? The start of something new?
In a dream-like trance, you find yourself automatically slipping your hand into his. He's slightly cool to the touch, like how you imagine the scales of a snake to be.
The moon.
You're holding it, holding him.
Jamil smiles.
At last, he has you, too.
"And perhaps, while we're at it, you would care to regale me with stories of your own. You have me curious about what it is you've been keeping to yourself all this time."
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dc x dp idea 3
Ok ok ok I donât know if anyone has done this before. But like mad scientist x attachment ghost au. BUT itâs reverse. So instead of Danny being the dead one in this situation, itâs Tim. I donât know how Tim would have died but itâs when heâs in his late 20s and Danny is a mechanical engineer at WE, his haunt.
Now in this AU Danny is still a halfa and he even became ghost king. But this isnât the universe he came from and here? Heâs nothing more than a very tired engineer with some meta abilities (floating, eyes glowing, just enough of his ice powers to be able to make sure his whiskey is always on the rocks). But the thing about being ghost king? It makes you immortal. Even when youâre taking a vacation in another universe.
Upon finding out the ghost king starts working at his haunt, Tim finds himself a new obsession. Danny. He canât get enough of this nerdy guy and the amount of things he could learn from the ghost king himself? Tim is foaming at the mouth! Ugh he just HAD to be everywhere this man went! Tim was even considering making himself an attachment ghost just so he could follow him around outside of work (like Danny ever actually left).
So imagine if you will.
Danny being the only one who can see Tim as he pokes and prods him all day everyday while he works.
âIf your the ghost king why are you in this dimension working for WE?â
âOoh what does space look like?â
âCould I ethically haunt your computer?â
âWhatâs your favorite color?â
âTell me Danny, does every ghost see the cosmos in your eyes or is it just me?â
âWhat are you working on anyways?â
âDid you know when I was alive, I used to fight crime?â
âHey Danny, how old are you for real? I know you arenât actually 27 since youâve claimed to be 27 for the past 9 years youâve worked here and you donât age. Is that a Ghost King thing?â
âDid you know that Gotham used to be chock full of super villains? Most of them are retired now but back in the day? WOW was it a lot of fun to punch that clown in the nose.â
âHey Danny, how much ectoplasm would it take to make me corporeal? I donât wanna be, I just think itâs a cool experiment.â
âDid you know that when I was alive, some fucker took my spleen and kept it in a jar for funsies?â
âMy brother Jason died twice you know. Was he like, one of your subjects after the first time or did he get a free pass?â
âWhatâs your favorite food?â
âHave you ever been to Batburger? Is Batburger still a thing?â
âI used to be the CEO of this place, did you know that?â
âHey Danny! Do I get cool ghost powers too if I marry you?â
âWhat are the Infinite Realms like? Is it cool?â
âHey Danny, I went through your company file and I was wondering why you changed your last name to Nightingale? Is that an artistic choice?â
One day, Danny just snaps and has a full on argument with what all his coworkers on the night shift think is pure air, âWHAT WERE YOU, A STALKER WHEN YOU WERE ALIVE?!â
Tim smiles a toothy grin, âYES! AWWWW DANNY YOU DO LISTEN WHEN I TALK! Oh by the way, if you donât fix that gear, the system is gonna blow.â
Danny does end up fixing it in time but still.
AnywhoâŚ. Tim slowly grows on Danny and after Danny has to leave the dimension because heâs gone too long without aging and his boss is getting suspicious, he decides, fuck it. He might as well take his ghost with him. Maybe he will get powers if he married him. Only one way for find out right?
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ALL THE THINGS WE COULDN'T SAY | v.hacker
â MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD â
No matter what, seeing him all over again feels like the inch has given you, spans the entire seas.
OLD BSF!VINNIE X FEM!READER
WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, some angst, some fluff, unprotected sex, alcohol ment, making out praise kink, degradation kink, cheating, possessiveness, angry sex, slapping, face pushing, begging, choking, mean vinnie!!
word count: Â 2.5k <3
a/n: lil apology for the disappearance mls :(
Ever since that fateful day, I havenât spoken a word to Vinnie.
Itâs not like we were best friends, chatting everyday- at least not best friends in LA. But having sex whilst he had a girlfriend proved too much for me.
I ignored every text, every call, every attempt to get in contact despite what I really wanted. However I knew that any form of interaction between us would end up the same way our last one ended.
And I was very right.
It had been 2 months, it was all going good. I was starting to forget the feeling of his lips on me. Starting to forget the way he made me laugh, held my body close whispering sweet nothings.Â
I started spending more time at the gym, and spent more time with my friends. Went out clubbing, shopping, anything that would help me forget.Â
But in the back of my mind, only one thing actually made me crumble in the middle of the night, only one thing I thought of when I fell asleep, the one thing I craved.
He had given me an inch and I imagined it to be a mile- the same mistake I kept on making.
So when I heard that Vinnie was throwing his birthday and I had received the coveted invitation- I imagined it to be the world.
Vinnieâs birthday was always something I looked forward to back home. Mariaâs cooking, Nate on the grill, and Reggie playing silly board games with Vinnie and I.
***
âYOU FUCKING CHEATERâ I yelled, jostling Poncho in my lap.
âOh câmon itâs not my fault you suck at Unoâ Vinnie laughs moving to pet Poncho.
âAbsolutely not! I had Uno, I was about to win!â I grumble, my head falling onto the coffee table table.
Reggieâs hand rubs my back, âHey we all know Vinnie cheats donât worry,â He teases sticking his tongue out at his big brother.
The two boys start bickering, laughing, and yelling curses as I cradle Poncho, âShh baby ignore em their just two stinky menâ I whisper
Their words quickly turn into playful rough housing until Maria breaks them up bringing out Vinnieâs cake.
His face is illuminated by the soft glow of the candles, as the cake is set in front of him. His big signature toothy grin covers his entire face as he watches us start to sing âHappy Birthdayâ to him.
One of his hands wraps around my waist and my world just stops- at least for a moment before Iâm jostled by him blowing out the candles in one big huff.
âWhat did you wish for Vin?â Nate asks, smiling at his newly adult son
His face turns to look at me giving me a smile before turning back to his dad, âCanât say unless I donât want it to come true.â
My world just died right there before starting all over again.
That was a day before he left for LA.
***
I had spent the night getting ready with my friends. I was adorned in pretty jewelry complimenting my hair. I was wearing a pretty white tie-in-the-front white cropped top with long sleeves and a low-rise white mini skirt. I had matching waist chains with some strappy white heels.Â
Vinnieâs favourite perfume of mine sprayed on my skin in an involuntary action as I packed up my little purse with some needed essentials and some non-essentials.
I stared in the mirror, Was I really doing this?
âBabes Tyler is here!â My friend Kylie shoots in my direction.
Tyler- the only reason my friends thought I should go to this party was if I brought a guy, so Tyler had to do.
I guess I am.
My friends and I walk out to Tylerâs car, not before a shot for pure confidence, and slip into the passenger seat driving down the same way I went two months ago.
We arrive at the house around 10:30, right around when most people are trickling in. I fix my dress as we walk through the door and all of a sudden the wave of anxiousness washes over me and I want to run.
I donât however run away, despite how much I want to, I still hold it together.
Kylie pulls me aside to check up on me and hands me a drink, telling me to âget some!â Despite the fact that we both have very different people in mind.Â
Jordan, one of Vinnieâs friends walks up to me engaging in mindless conversation that's so clearly an attempt to find out who Tyler is or if âIâm seeing anyone.â
Despite that fact we have a pleasant conversation whilst I feel a pair of very familiar eyes burning into the back of my skull as I hug Jordan goodbye as people get ready for midnight.
Two blonde dudes come in holding a large sheet cake with 22 candles placed ever so gently on top.
Vinnieâs hand is wrapped around Allison who stares at him as if heâs the sun and the stars and his eyes stay on me, causing me to sweat. He grins as the cake is placed in front of him, straightening out his stupid little suit as everyone begins to sing.
As the song finishes everyone bursts into cheers as he blows out his candle as Allison grips onto him, his eyes leave the cake finding his girlfriendâs as she asks, âWhat did you wish for baby?â
He smiles, not saying a word as he looks back at me, âItâs a secret.â
Thatâs too much for me.
I maneuver around the drunk crowd, sprinting up the nearest stairs and into the first room, walking out onto the balcony and sitting down on the ground.
My world feels like it's out of orbit, everything just stopped. My head tips back on the glass balcony as I try to recollect my thoughts.
Stray tears fall onto my face, if he can do it for her, why couldnât he have done it for me, is the only thought that swirls in my mind.
âHey are you okay?â No no no.
I shut my eyes praying heâll just go away, but he doesnât, he never could. He sits down next to me, his body heat slipping on to me.
His hand rests on my shoulder, âOpen your eyesâ Vinnieâs voice whispers and like a marionette, I obliged.
My bloodshot teary eyes meet his as I turn my head as I move to wipe away my tears.
âYes?â My voice breaks.
âWhy are you crying?â He whispers, his gaze soft and his words even softer.
âDonât do this, Vinnie.â I whisper, desperation evident in my voice.
âWhat pretty girl?â
And I cry all over again. I take in staggered breaths as his arms wrap around me. His hands soothe my skin as I crumble into his dumb suit.
I melt into his touch. I want to die like this, in his arms.
âI canât do this, I donât know why I cameâ I whisper as tears fall on my face and into his shirt.
âItâs my birthday⌠didnât you want to be here?â He asks, his voice breaking a little as he pulls my face away, lifting up my chin to look at him.
His gaze drops to my lips for a moment as I snap out of it, immediately rising to my feet stepping into the room.
âNo no we canât do thisâ I whisper-yell at him, my hands crossed over my chest
âWeâre not doing anything?â He looks bewildered, his eyebrows knit together
âWe canât be friends.. I-I canât be here alone with you, your girlfriends downstairs!â My voice rises a little
His expression is the picturesque definition of pain, âWhy not?â
âBecause I spent years loving you and you threw it all away!â I yell my hand pointing at him
âI didnât throw it away!â He raises his voice, stepping closer to me
âOh yes you fucking did, and I was doing so good! I was forgetting about you!â I cry out, I step closer to him.
âI donât want you to forget about meâ His voice is expressionless, as he steps closer as weâre practically chest to chest
âI want to! You have a girlfriendâ I slam my fist on his chest as his grabs my wrist
âJesus were you always this fucking bossy when we were kids?â His eyes narrow, eyeing me
I roll my eyes and scoff, âFuck. You.âÂ
He has the audacity to laugh, âYou can try and forget me, get with that idiot you got here with- But never, tell me I threw us away, I loved you! I love you.âÂ
His voice softens ever so slightly, âI will never not love you, tell me to break up with Allison, I will, tell me to kick everyone out right now, I will. Whatever you want, tell me. Iâm yoursâ
âI hate you. Leave.â I huff
He shakes his head, âAnything but that.âÂ
âLeave me like you left me 3 years ago and 2 months agoâ I whisper
âNo.â His voice is harsh and commanding
âVinnieâŚâ
âNo.â His grasp on my hand doesn't falter and in fact his other hand grasps my other wrist.
My eyes narrow, please whatever scraps of self respect I have please kick in.
His pushes me back against the wall, my hands pinned either side of me as he places a kiss on the birthmark on my neck, âIâm never leaving youâ
I shut my eyes, tipping my head back, please kick in, I beg.
âOpen your eyes.â His voice rough and ragged
My eyes flutter open, meeting his blown out brown eyes.
Oh no.
His lips meet mine in a desperate kiss, his hand moves to grasp my waist as mine tangles in his hair.Â
âWe canâtâ I whisper despite still kissing him back
âJust shut the fuck upâ He groans as he bites down on my bottom lip
âYouâre my worst addictionâ He mumbles moving to kiss my neck
I whine, nails digging into his curly brown locks, âI hate youâ
âI know my loveâ I murmurs against my skin, kissing every spot of my neck he can find before dipping down to my tits.
âVinnie-â
âYes.â His voice cuts mine off, his head tipping up, looking up at my eyes.
I shut my eyes, âNeed youâ
âWhat? Where? Tell meâ He begs
âNeed you to fuck me, roughâ I whisper
He stops his kisses, moving to cup my face, âWhatever you want dollâ.
He meets my lips in a rough kiss guiding me to the edge of the bed, pushing me down to sit.
âGod you're so pretty, it makes me wanna ruin you sometimesâ He whispers out, his voice rough as he moves a strand of my hair away from my face as he looks down at me.
He moves me further up the bed as he leans over me, pulling the buttons of his waist coat down but as heâs mid way he gets frustrated he just rips it off along with his shirt as he kisses me again.
His lips move in tandem with mine as he pulls the knot of my shirt, causing it to fall down.
âMineâ He whispers into the kiss, âSay it princessâ
âYoursâ I whine as he shuffles my skirt and panties off and unclasped my bra
âMy perfect girlâ He mumbles as he flips me over, smushing my face into the pillows
I can hear his belt clinking open and he shuffles out of his constricting dress pants and boxers
âS gonna hurt darling girl, just be good for meâ He whispers as he kisses my spine as he slowly stretches me out
His hand pushes my head down into the pillow as his other hand rubs circles on my clit.
My toes curl up and my eyes roll back as he starts to slowly rut into me, âThere she fucking isâ
His grunts echo in the room as my muffled moans coat the pillow, âCmon, you can take it won't you? You're just so good for me.â
His words tease me as he speeds up his pace, he pushes down my head to thrust deeper into me as his muscles flex around me.
âSo fucking tight, sâ like you were made for meâ He grits as he pulls my hair up as a ragged moan leaves my mouth
âSuch a whore, so good for me arenât ya?â He chuckles
I whine nodding my head as my mind is too cloudy to form words.
He slaps my ass illciting another pitchy moan from me, âAsked you a fucking questionâÂ
âMhm all for youâ I mumble biting down on my lip
âGod you donât even know what you fucking do to me darlingâ He groans as his hand speeds up around my clit
âM close, Vin m closeâ I ramble like an idiot shutting my eyes
He slaps my ass again causing me to yell, âBeg for it gorgeous girlâÂ
âPlease Vinnieâ I crumble whining
He laughs at my sad attempt, âMy good girl can do better than that canât she?âÂ
âPlease please I need it so bad, need you so badâ I mewl under him
His pace speeds up, âYeah? Take it babyâ
I cum with a loud moan as my eyes screw shut. I can feel Vinnie kiss along my spine, caressing the sides of my body.
He flips me over so Iâm looking at him, his flexed biceps on either side of my face and his dumb chain dangling over my face.
He sinks in again as I whimper, âCanât VinâÂ
âYes you can, you're so good, arenât you?â His voice teases
I succumb to his words mindlessly nodding my head.
âThat's right, you can take it and you fucking will.â He punctuates with a sharper thrust
The headboard slams against the wall against Vinnieâs impossible strength rutts into me.
One of my hands wraps around his bicep and the other holds onto his wrist as I pull it on to my neck.
His eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.
âPlease?â I whisper
He chuckles as he squeezes around my neck using the grip to pound deeper into me as my eyes roll back as my cunt clenched around him.
âMâ gonna cum, canât hold out, you just feel too fucking goodâ He whispers
I whine at that cumming around him without warning as I clench around him he finishes inside me.
We take a second to catch our breaths just lying there for a second.
He pulls out maneuvering us on the bed as he kisses my neck, âNot too much my love?â
âNeverâ I hum
He nuzzles into my neck as my back meets his chest, âWant me to break up with Allison?â
I take a second to process his question.
âYes⌠but I donât want to date you right nowâ I whisper
âI'll stay alone forever if itâll make you happy princessâ He humsÂ
âGoodâ I giggle
âGod should've known you were heartache from the moment I met youâ He chuckles as he falls asleep in the crook of my neck.
An inch? A mile? As long as it's Vinnie, for you its enough.
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One-shot #20: NCT Jisung "Mind Blowing" Sex with Haechan's Sister Pt. 1/3
This is the 20th story of my broader Mixed One-shots series. It's a response to this request: "Can I request a story about NCT Jisung having sex with Haechan sister, but these days Jisung is more experienced and better, which leads to mind-blowing sex. (This is loosely related to Jisung's mmse story.)Please!!"
Celebrity: NCT Jisung
Sex Content: Intense foreplay, Getting naked together, Licking/eating pussy.
Type of Sex: MEDIUM
Word Count: 3.3k (8.6k including all three parts)
This is Part 1 of 3 which includes some great and intense foreplay. Part 2 will be posted tomorrow (February 4, 2025) and that's where the great sex happens đ
Timeline: This story can be read on its own but relates to my previous stories about Jisung and Haneul, Haechan's sister. They first had sex in the Most Memorable Sexual Experience of Jisung Part 1-2. Then I gave you a timeline of how Jisung grew up in the two years that followed (Jisung 'Boy to Man').
There is a gap, about when they hooked up again for the first time after those two years. That's a story I haven't written and a reunion that is left to your imagination.
In this new story, however, I imagine that Jisung and Haneul have already started a new sexual relationship. The reunion reignited an old spark between them, and now Haneul comes to Seoul for âa visitâ đđđđ
They're older, more experienced, and want one thing: sex. But is sex really all, or is there more between them? That's where we're at now in their relationship đ
Haechan was a great excuse for Haneul to come visit Jisung in Seoul. Her brother knew about the sexual relationship she had with his friend, but she still lied for no reason and claimed it was Haechan she wanted to see. The truth remained unspoken between them, but both siblings knew the facts: Haechan was just a bonus, and Jisung was the real reason for her sudden eagerness to travel.
Since their last encounter Haneul had been unable to stop thinking about the boy who once had a major crush on her. He had grown into a fine man, and catapulted into adulthood, though she had always considered him mature beyond his years.
The youthful infatuation that once existed between them, years prior, might no longer exist and would probably never return. But they had found each other in other ways, and for the past two months Haneul had desperately been craving more.
Jisung had consumed her mind. He had kept her awake at night. He was like a drug she could no longer have, and from which she suffered severe withdrawals. In a way, you could say that the tables had turned.
Except in her case, she could have the drug. It was available whenever she wanted it. All she had to do was come and get it.
Jisung no longer felt the same strong and painful withdrawal symptoms he once did. There was a time when thinking about her naked body caused him heartache, yet he thought about her every day nonetheless. That was two years ago, and a lot had happened since then.
But he was genuinely excited about the visit. A sweet, cute girl was going out of her way to see him, and considering the sex they had before, he could imagine what her visit would entail. It had all but been confirmed that they would sleep together.
The time when Haneul hardly even replied to his horny and desperate texts was ancient history. Now, they texted and even video called almost daily, and it was not unusual that their chats turned dirty. They were adults with needs, a need the other could fulfill. Jisung was a couple of years younger than her, but he certainly wasn't a teenager anymore.
In short, they had already had fun in bed on several occasions and both wanted to do it again. And as much as Haechan knew why Haneul wanted to visit even though he had never been told so, Jisung knew it too. That's why he was so happy and giddy on the day of her arrival.
Chenle made fun of him for it but was glad for his friend. Haechan made a snarky comment in passing, still without stating the obvious real reason for the visit. And Jisung tried to act calm and indifferent, though everyone could tell he was not.
To him it was, by all accounts, a great day indeed.
Haneul arrived in the late afternoon. Haechan picked her up at the station. At the dorm Jisung was waiting on the living room couch, where he acted cool and pretended to not be waiting at all.
Because the nature of her visit had not been explicitly confirmed, however, neither Haneul nor Jisung wanted to make the first move. There was a small risk that they were making assumptions and that their thoughts were just wishful thinking. Flirty and dirty messages were one thing, but the fact that they had sex in the past was not a guarantee that they would again.
Jisung especially suddenly started to doubt everything now that the moment had come, and wondered if, maybe, they were not on the same page after all. Maybe she was really just there to visit her brother like she said.
Making a move and being rejected would be a total embarrassment. Especially since they weren't alone for the rest of the evening. It would be difficult to find the time and space to do what he really wanted to do, and a rejection in front of everyone would be painful.
That said, their months of daily texting â and weekly sexting â combined with their history of sleeping with each other meant that there were bottled up desires of a sexual nature. The attraction between them was undeniably strong, and from the moment Haneul walked through the door the sexual tension weighted heavy in the air. Everyone in the room could feel it.
The climax of this first evening of Haneul's visit happened in the hours before bedtime. Jisung was seated on the couch chatting with their common friends â his bandmates. Haneul sat down beside him, leaning closer and closer to him with each passing minute. Jisung put an arm on the backrest behind her, and before long it was clear to every dreamer present that there was â still â something going on between them.
The friend group found it interesting and fun, especially considering that â more than two years ago â some of the boys had walked in on Jisung and Haneul in a hotel room, still naked after they had sex. The relationship between the previously innocent maknae and Haechan's twin sister had been a hot topic behind closed doors ever since.
This first night of the visit was a fun and wonderful time. But the sexual tension was building up to the point that it was becoming unbearable. And the fact that nothing further happened between them was a major disappointment.
That night Jisung went to bed with butterflies in his stomach and his heart beating out of his chest. The fact that Haneul was sleeping just behind the wall was a fact that suddenly occupied every part of his mind. Sleeping became almost impossible, with such a strong attraction pulling him and radiating from the wall.
Okay, maybe he still carried some of those youthful emotions of young love in him.
He looked at Chenle who was snoring at the other side of the room. For the first time in his life he wondered if it wasn't about time they all got their own apartments. Had he been living alone he could have brought Haneul over as much as they pleased, and it would have been so much easier to figure out her thoughts and intentions. That would have been a dream come true.
As he lay awake he became hard, and he couldn't stop thinking about one thing: what amazing things he could do with Haneul if only they had some privacy.
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When Jisung woke up on a lazy Saturday morning â on Haneul's second day in the capital �� he was immediately curious to learn where she was and what the day might bring. He genuinely believed that she was there to see him, not her brother, and that they'd likely spend the day together. But her visit was rather spontaneous and hasty and no plans had been made.
The sense of uncertainty returned, and he braced himself for disappointment. If he got up and she wasn't there, that would feel like a kick in the gut.
If she was around, he had several ideas he thought he could suggest, places in the city he could show the countryside girl. The last thing he wanted was for the trip to become awkward or boring for her, or for her to end up spending all of it with Haechan. They had to do something together.
I'll let you in on a totally-not-secret secret: They never made it out of the apartment, because they were too busy fucking each other's brains out. In case you were wondering, that's exactly where this story is going.
Jisung stayed in bed longer than intended, contemplating all of his options. He was perhaps a bit afraid, unwilling to face Haneul while the others were around. Chenle had already left the room for breakfast, and he was unsure of who else was lingering outside the door. He listened intently for sounds and hints while his friends shuffled about on their rare day off.
Eventually he did get out of bed, simply because he couldn't stay away from her any longer. And once he did he was surprised to find the apartment completely empty. It certainly hadn't been just half an hour ago, when he listened and imagined what everyone was doing.
It didn't feel like a kick in the gut though. In fact he wasn't worried at all. Surely she would return soon enough, because she didn't want to be away from him either.
At least that's what he convinced himself in the moment, as he walked in his pyjama's through the deserted apartment, got himself something to eat in the kitchen, and sat down in the living room in complete silence.
They had probably all gone out to do their own thing. For a moment he felt a little left out, the way his friends had left without saying a word to him. But he would soon understand why he was left alone.
When he finished his breakfast he peeked inside Haechan's room, fully expecting to not find anyone there. He did find someone though. There was a mattress on the floor, the one Haneul had spent the night on, but it was empty. Haneul was instead lounging on Haechan's bed, wearing an over-sized t-shirt and pyjama shorts, aimlessly playing on her phone. She had been waiting for Jisung to wake up for hours.
âOh, hi,â Jisung exclaimed.
âHi,â Haneul said and her face lit up in a big, beautiful smile. She had heard him in the kitchen but wanted to play it cool, just as he did the night before.
âWhere's Haechan?â Jisung asked.
âThey went out.â
âWhy didn't you go with them?â
He was hoping for a specific answer and Haneul gave it to him: âI was waiting for you,â she said and kept on smiling.
Jisung's heart started racing. He quickly entered the room and sat down by Haneul's feet. She pulled them up to give him space, but gradually relaxed as they started talking. Before long they were deep in conversation and her feet were in his lap.
He casually put his hand on them while they conversed. They sat there for maybe ten minutes, first making smalltalk but then joking and laughing together.
It felt pretty great. Things had always been this easy between them. But Jisung really only had one thing on his mind: they were alone, and whether that was by design or a lucky coincidence, it was a golden opportunity to act upon their desires.
Jisung was the one to finally make a move, something which would have been unthinkable just a few years ago. He leaned in closer and closer, his hand wandering higher up Haneul's bare leg. The attraction radiated from her skin to his heart which put all his senses on high alert. Before long he was on his side next to her on the bed, and when the gap between them was so insignificant it was no longer an obstacle, he closed the gap and kissed her.
The kiss was soft but long. Haneul's heart skipped a beat and she sank into the mattress. It took them both a second to realize that this really was happening.
Once it did she slid down the bed and Jisung pulled himself higher. They started making out, long and passionately, and explore each other's bodies with their hands. Over the course of another ten minutes their touches became firmer, their hands wandered further, and their bodies rubbed together. The sexual desire was so strong they forgot all about their friends and the outside world.
Jisung was hard within seconds of that first intimate kiss. Haneul took longer to get wet but got there when Jisung touched her boobs over the t-shirt. The way he felt her and put his lips on hers while being so sweet and funny did great things to her, and by the time he stuck his fingers inside her shorts she couldn't wait for him to fuck her.
This moment was indeed why Haneul had come in the first place. It was why Jisung wanted her there. Forget outdoor activities, forget Seoul, and forget their friends. There was nowhere they'd rather be right now than right here, locked in an empty apartment, cozied up in bed together, with their hands all over each other.
And with their history and experience this wouldn't be like any time before. The sex that was about to follow would be the greatest sex Jisung had ever had. If he were to tell you about his most memorable sexual experience today, he wouldn't tell you about his first time with Haneul. He would tell you about this time.
As they made out, passionately rocking their bodies close together in the sheets, and Jisung fingered his girl while pressing and rubbing his bulge and boner against her hot body, the pleasurable sensation in Jisung's pants became so strong pre-cum made his pyjama's wet.
Haneul felt a similar sensation in her shorts. She was so wet by now Jisung's fingers were soaked. She was fully immersed in their intimate bubble, and Jisung's fingers made her pant and squirm on the bed.
Sex with other guys was good, but with Jisung there was a deeper connection. He made her feel like a teenager again, and despite the addition of experience it was about so much more than just his dick and their body contact.
She gradually spread her legs wider and wider, while Jisung pressed closer and harder against her pelvis and body. They kissed and touched with an ever-increasing lust and intensity, and finally their expectations of the trip were confirmed.
Jisung pulled his fingers out. He raised his lower body and climbed on top of his lover who wrapped her arms around his back and shirt. It felt like they were back in Manilla doing something exciting and slightly forbidden, yet at the same time things were very different. It wasn't like Manilla at all.
The final tipping point came when Jisung stuck his hand inside Haneul's shirt and felt her naked breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra. Simultaneously he pressed his pelvis against hers which sent a powerful shiver through her body. It prompted her to push him off her and abruptly sit up straight.
Jisung kept his lips on hers until she was out of reach, at which point he moved down to kiss her stomach. She panted while she pulled the shirt over her head, and Jisung looked up and on in amazement as she exposed herself to him.
She tossed the shirt on the matress on the floor. He quickly reached up and felt her breasts again. Then he sat up too and attacked her chest, shoulders and face with his lips and tongue.
Haneul kept panting and started tugging on his clothes. She unbottoned the front of his pyjama shirt and slid it over his shoulder, revealing his smooth skin. He hastily undid the last button and opened the shirt wide, exposing his chest and flat tummy.
They kissed and giggled while he held out his arms and she pulled the shirt over them. It soon joined her t-shirt on the floor. Then Jisung, shirtless and horny ass hell, moved away from her and got out of bed.
They kept giggling and smiling wide as he rushed to the door and locked it. He was sure they'd have plenty of time but why risk it? He wanted all the time alone with Haneul he could get â naked, in bed, with his dick deep inside her warm pussy. It was the moment they had both been dreaming of.
âCondoms?â Haneul asked while she raised her ass and pulled her shorts down. She wasn't wearing any panties either.
Jisung abruptly stopped. He grinned and turned around again. His pants were hanging low, revealing the seams of his boxers, and his boner created a big, narrow lump on the loosely fitted fabric.
He unlocked the door and left the room with haste without saying a word. He rushed to his bedroom and found a box. He brought the whole thing with him, but when he returned to his lover he had already unwrapped a condom.
When he saw Haneul smiling and flaunting her body completely in the nude on the bed, he stopped dead in his tracks.
âWow,â he said. âYou're so beautiful.â
Haneul felt all warm and fuzzy inside. She couldn't stop grinning. Jisung was genuinely mesmerized, and for the thousandâ time in his life he thought: I can't believe I get to touch her*.*
Of course he hadn't actually touched her that many times, but he had dreamt of it. And once his mind had processed the sight and his body was responding again, he locked the door and took off his pants.
Their eyes met and they smiled wide when he walked naked back to the bed. Haneul admired his dick and slim figure. As she pulled herself higher, eagerly awaiting Jisung's warm return, she realized that she had a bit of a crush on him.
It was a fact she had been in denial about, but which had become harder to avoid in the two months since their big reunion.
Jisung sat down on the edge of the bed and grabbed his boner. Haneul looked on and enjoyed the show when he put the condom on. Then he crawled on all four toward her, and she spread her legs wide as they lay down and kissed.
His body sank onto hers. His lips wandered from her mouth to her neck. She panted softly when he continued down her chest and stomach, his hands gliding down her sides and his dick waving in the wair between their bodies, just above and below her dripping pussy.
Its presence lingered. She felt the heat between their organs. His lips on her skin and the hard dick pointing right at her hole made her so fucking horny.
But she had to wait for it a little longer. Jisung straightened his legs behind him and lay down, to bury his head between Haneul's thighs. She raised her hips in pleasure when he kissed her folds. He briefly looked up at her, proud of the intense experience he was clearly giving her, and was encouraged by seeing her squirm.
While his kisses intensified he spread his legs as not to fall off the foot of the bed, and moved his ass up and down to rub the boner against the mattress. It felt so good, so hot, and Haneul was amazing.
He ate her out like he'd done it a million times before. Haneul was surprised by how good and confident he had become with his mouth and tongue. He altered between softly engulfing her folds with his lips, sucking hard, blowing gently on her clit, and licking her wet vagina at a depth just deep enough to make her want to beg for more.
âAhh, Jisung, fuck that's good!â she moaned. âMmm, yeah, yeah, yeaaah!â
It all sent Haneul into a frenzy. She jolted and squirmed, panted and moaned, and quickly showed Jisung that what he was doing to her was incredible.
âMm, ahhhh, Jisung! Mm, MMM, YES!â
Pre-cum was once against seeping out from his dick, this time accumulating in the condom. The sensation was intense, and all his senses were activated by the sexual activity.
He wanted to fuck her, and he wanted to fuck her good. In the next part of this story he did đĽľđĽđđŚđ
-> Part 2 will be posted tomorrow, February 4th, 2025.
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Hey there. I recently moved to Gotham for job related reasons. Thought I had a pretty good handle on the whole hero and villain thing down here, the Bats and their various enemies are the only ones anyone seems to talk about anyways.
So imagine my surprise when one day I'm driving back home and something that I can only describe as some kind of yellow and red demon lands right on top of my car hood before getting back up and leaping into the sky. look up and see what I think were some other ugly monsters or something firing down some magic stuff at em.
Got back home as quick as I could after that, asked a few guys I know at work what the hell it was about but they got nothing, but one of em pointed me to your blog. So Historian, you happen to know anything about yellow and red demons in Gotham?
First off you should probably contact your insurance about the car. Unlike the jokes made by people who don't live in superhero cities, or the fearmongering of idiots, insurance DOES cover "acts of superhero" especially if you live in Gotham. If they give you a hard time, reach out to the Thomas and Martha Wayne Foundation. Bruce Wayne LOVES thumbing his nose at oligarchs in these sorts of situations. As for the demon you saw, you are VERY lucky you only got a glancing blow from whatever the hell Etrigan got wrapped up in this week.
(A CCTV image showing Etrigan bursting forth from a burning warehouse)
Now you'll have to forgive me I only took a few occult related classes in college for my degree and my knowledge of the Arthurian Period is limited to how it intersects with my specialties but the basic rundown is this. Etrigan is a demon. Like from Hell (or some version of the Christian vision of same, how you feel like dealing with this information is down to your personal theology). He's on the higher rank of mid class demon from what I know, not any kind of ruler, lord or arch but a caste of warriors known as "Rhymers" (due to their distinct habit of every statement they utter having to be rhymed). (All of the information below has been run past my occult colleagues, I have those now, to make sure I am not summoning anything or offending anyone who would want to turn my intestines into snakes) Etrigan was something of a Monkey King figure, born as first son to the Arch-Demon Belial and the Serpent Queen Ran Va Daath he was too powerful to control even for Hell's bureaucracy and so he was placed under the control of the mortal wizard Merlin (who is his younger brother, long story, go read a grimoire). It was during the Fall of Camelot that Etrigan was bonded to the dishonored knight Jason Blood, I actually already did a dive on that some weeks back. Blood and Etrigan have been stuck together for the following millennia, Etrigan's instincts as a born engine of destruction kept in check by Jason Blood's honorable character meaning that most often the Demon has been set against creatures of his own domain in defense of mankind. Blood currently works as an Occultist in Gotham though he's very much a jet setter and can be spotted just about anywhere in the world there's mystery afoot. The advice I would give is DO NOT seek out any more information about this in person. If ANYTHING was left on your car (blood, fangs, scales, scraps of cloth) that you KNOW come from Etrigan or the other demon or can't otherwise identify. I have been tasked with giving you some instructions by my said occult colleagues. 1. Gather up as much of the mass of the object as you can.
2. Burn it, if you are religious, pray while you burn it. In fact, praying during every step of this disposal process couldn't hurt.
3. Gather up the ashes, wrap them in a burlap sack tied off with a leather cord (yes the material is important).
4. Place (DO NOT THROW) the bag beneath the current of cold, running water.
5. Wait for any bubbles or any motion within the bag to stop, anything that's drowning in there is not your responsibility.
6. Gently release the bag and do not take your eyes off it until it either hits the bottom or vanishes from sight.
7. Scoop up the water in a metal container with your RIGHT hand
8. Douse the spot you picked up the material from with the water. Do not touch, sit on or otherwise interact with the spot until the water has naturally dried.
9. If at ANY POINT these processes do not go as planned. If you notice signs of your car or home being rearranged without your knowledge. Or otherwise sense anything amiss, contact a licensed occultist from www.Shadowpact.org and follow any further instructions TO. THE. LETTER
10. Make a mental note that you do NOT fuck around with magic. Magic is NOT a joke or a scam. And the people who deal with magic are VERY well educated in how not to get themselves killed. YOU ARE NOT.
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i had a cup of coffee and started writing stream of consciousness about "the good place" and more things that bugged me
ok, so like, the thing with *all* sci-fi and fantasy is that it is necessarily constrained by the lived experience and imagination of the writer. so you always have to keep in mind the context of the person who wrote it (e.g. jrr tolkein, gene roddenberry, douglas adams, etc).
but i think what bugs me about "the good place" is that it's a whole team of writers, which should expand the imagination of the show (and i think you can see a good example of that in a show like "star trek," for instance, which also had input from its performers)...
but the whole time i'm like, i'm just inside michael schur's head. and i gotta give him props for trying to translate philosophy for The Masses, but the ... the... the NPR-ness of it all!!!! bugs meeee!!!! i notice it in the writing for every character...
i think michael's character ends up the strongest and most consistent, but there are so many anomalies within eleanor, chidi, jason, and tahani that it bugs me... so many "they would not say that / do that." even with being rebooted so many times
and tbh, speaking of the rebooting, one thing that i just cannot get over in the show's concept and later-season story arcs is the question of human consciousness, the biology of being alive and being dead... in the afterlife there's so many references to body things, body comforts, the 5 senses, and the entire time i'm like, that's all predicated on chemical responses from having a living body... so then what exactly does their afterlife consciousness consist of... hm?! this is me being very literal-brained but i just cannot stop saying "what does your consciousness consist of" at the TV screen. i like the moral / ethical puzzles they ask but it's just too much like "it's exactly like your (middle class american) life on earth in every single way except also a little bit of magic."
i think that, weirdly, even though "hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy" is very much written by a british guy in the 1970s, it still has a broader imagination than "the good place." i would have to re-read it to compare more closely... douglas adams is the benchmark, for sure. and there were some clear douglas adams influences in the good place. i just kept feeling like, for as long as that show is (14 hours!), they kept circling around the same limited ideas and i wanted so much moreeeee. like the hitchhiker's guide sequels. those got so weird. so i know that "the good place" could have gotten weirder. and gayer.
all that being said, when i check reddit, it did blow a lot of people's minds, and the ending really upset people just from suggesting "a nothingness after the afterlife," let alone the nothingness after this life (which is real), so, maybe it was as weird as it possibly could have been for a sitcom in 2015-2019.
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Seeing people watch 911 for the first time and be like "I thought the buddie girlies were overreacting, but I have watched the show and I get it now" will never not be fun.
#like i didn't have enough context on the show before i started so like i don't know the experience#but i feel like people look at them the way they look at other m/m non canon popular ships#enough subtext for you to build something but that realistically is not going anywhere#but buddie has a whole child#THEY HAVE A CHILD TOGETHER#hopeless devotion is painfully clear#we have scenes where both of them are screaming themselves hoarse because the other is in danger#were not imagining things or blowing things up#it's there on my screen#undeniably#crazy#911#thoughts thoughts thoughts
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can you do a chapter based on your Death!Reader and God!Brother hcs where Death wakes up from her sleep and goes to Heaven to check up on her brother's children and everyone is obviously terrified of her?
HmmmâŚIâm not typically one to do requests because the urge to write is so sporadic and random for me. BUT I have been thinking about the initial confrontation in Heaven for a while now, so here are some head cannons for that. >w>
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- Itâs a typical perfect day in HeavenâŚUntil it isnât. Having seen what had become of your realm and learning Heaven was to blame for it, youâre on your way to rip someone a new asshole.
- Screams erupt from the Angels as the ground begins to shake and the bright sky darkens. Sera and Emily rush out just in time to join the Angels in watching in abject terror as a massive pool of darkness forms on the ground, and from it slowly rises a menacing figure.
- The figure is massive, and it only continues to rise until even the tallest building barely reaches its hips. Its six long horns twist and arch toward the sky, only making the figure appear even taller. Upon reaching its full height, the figure spreads its six mighty wings, each one sporting a menacingly sharp claw and all as shrouded in darkness as the rest of the figure.
- As its wings blot out the sun further, the figure opens its many blazing white eyes; two where youâd normally expect to see eyes, a third in the center of its forehead, and dozens more scattered across its wings and body.
- Sera lost all color as soon as she saw the figure rising, and somehow lost even MORE color when the figure opened all of its eyes. She looks like she shit herself, and Emily is panicking, trying desperately to get Sera to tell her whatâs going on; sheâs never seen the older Seraph look so terrified.
- With this unimaginably imposing figure now looming over Heaven, Adam decides this is the PERFECT time to attack, having been dumb enough to think this was a Demon attacking Heaven.
- The exorcists fly up towards the figure, ready to attack. This only angers the figure further however, and with a rumble that shakes the ground itself, the figure merely flaps its wings; creating a gust of wind so powerful it knocks all the exorcists back onto the ground.
- Itâs at this point Sera FINALLY snaps out of it, rushing to Adam in mad panic and damn nearly strangling him while telling him to call off the exorcists. Which he does, albeit with some reluctance.
- This doesnât stop him from asking Sera what gives, and her response is âAdam you absolute fucking fool, that is DEATH!â
- Now itâs Adamâs turn to look like he shit himself. âDeath? As in, âthe big man himselfâs younger sisterâ Death?? As in, âthe baddest bitch youâve EVER seen, but can kill ANYTHING by just touching itâ Death??? THAT fucking Death????â Ignoring that last statement, Seraâs frantic nodding in confirmation confirms to Adam that he has indeed fucked up. Big time. Adam then proceeds to lose all color in his face and practically cowers behind Sera as she cautiously approaches you, mentally preparing herself to be reaped on the spot.
- Back to your perspective however, youâre fucking PISSED. So pissed that you donât even notice or stop to think that most of Heavenâs inhabitants likely have NO CLUE who you are, and are likely legitimately fearing for their lives. Meanwhile for all the older Angels and Angelic beings whoâve been alive long enough to have known you before you went to sleep, like Sera, theyâre all still very much afraid, but itâs more in line with the âoh shit momâs home early and she saw the mess we made in the kitchen, sheâs gonna kill us!â kind of fear.
- The fact that they sent exorcists at you makes you even angrier. Like for starters, how fucking weak do they think you are that you could be stopped by just some low level Angelic beings with pointy sticks?? And then the audacity to even attack you to begin with, like THEY werenât the ones who fucked up and youâre just some kind of strange intruder needing to be slain?? The INDIGNITY of it all!
- Your voice booms throughout Heaven, making even the ground tremble at the sheer intensity of it. âWHO DID IT?â Youâre met with only silence, so you ask again with more force. âMY REALM IS A COMPLETE MESS WITH MILLIONS OF DISPLACED SOULS RIGHT NOW. SO AGAIN I ASK, WHICH ONE OF YOU FLAT FOOT CHILDREN DID THIS?!â
- Sera replies, voice trembling slightly. âAreâŚAre you talking about the exterminations? âIF THAT IS WHAT YOUâRE CALLING THIS MOCKERY OF MY WORK, THEN YES.â Sera looks visibly confused and concerned. âButâŚThat SHOULDNâT be possible!âŚThe exterminations KILL the Sinners; their souls should be gone, not stuck in Limbo! There has to be some kind of mistake here!â
- Hearing this, you canât help but let out a brief but harsh cackle, making the ground jolt from the abruptness. âDEAR YOU HONESTLY THINK A SOUL COULD BE SO EASY TO DESTROY? A SOUL IS A POWERFUL THING FOR A REASON CHILD, IF THEY WERE SO EASILY DESTROYED THEN NONE OF YOU WOULD BE STANDING HERE BEFORE ME NOW!âŚSO ONCE AGAIN, WHO. DID. THIS?! AND SO HELP ME, IF I HAVE TO ASK AGAIN THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES.â
- Whilst Sera is dumbfounded by this revelation, Adam sees a golden opportunity to save his ass and points at Sera. âI-It was her! Yeah it was all fucking HER idea! I-I tried to tell her it was stupid, b-but she just REALLY wanted to go down and kill those bast- Demons! Yeah she REALLY wanted to kill all those poor Demons, can ya fucking believe this shit?!â
- Before Sera can defend herself, the darkness seems to intensify, and she can just FEEL every one of your eyes glaring daggers into her. âSERAâŚYOU SIGNED OFF ON THIS?? YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF, I EXPECTED SO MUCH BETTER FROM YOU! I LEFT EXPLICIT INSTRUCTIONS FOR HEAVEN AND HELL TO WORK TOGETHER TO SORT SOULS FOR THIS VERY REASON! AND NOW BECAUSE OF THESE BARBARIC âEXTERMINATIONSâ, YOUâVE COMPLETELY DESTROYED THE BALANCE I WORKED SO HARD TO CREATE AND MAINTAIN. I HOPE YOUâRE PROUD OF YOURSELF, BECAUSE IâM CERTAINLY NOT!â
- Itâs a strange and mildly amusing sight to see the head seraph get scolded like a misbehaving child by this massive dark entity. But here we are anyway!
- At one point during the tongue lashing youâre giving to your niece, Emily buts in and asks for an explanation for whatâs going on; having not heard Seraâs previous explanation to Adam apparently.
- Your temper flares for a brief moment, and you just about launched into another lecture at the little shit who DARED interrupt you. But upon seeing Emily, you softened considerably, seeing that she was young and TRULY didnât understand what was happening.
- âAHâŚI APOLOGIZE DEAR, BUT I DONâT THINK I RECOGNIZE YOUâŚCOME CLOSER LITTLE ONE SO I CAN SEE YOU.â You slowly crouch down and lower your hand, offering Emily to climb onto it. Emily is hesitant, obviously a bit scared of you. But Sera encourages her to go to you, she knows that you wonât hurt Emily and itâs high time she meets her aunt anyway.
- With the small seraph in hand, you stand back up to your full height and bring her closer to your face. Now FINALLY able to see her properly, you speak. âYOUâRE FAIRLY YOUNG FOR A SERAPHâŚYOU MUSTâVE BEEN BORN DURING MY SLUMBER, AND IN THAT CASE I APOLOGIZE THIS HAD TO BE OUR FIRST MEETING. TELL ME, WHAT IS YOUR NAME CHILD?â
- Her voice trembling slightly, Emily tells you her name and then asks who you are and asks if youâre a seraph like her and Sera. The innocent question gets a genuine laugh out of you, and despite it shaking the ground itâs a lovely sound. âOH CHILD, I AM FAR FROM BEING A SERAPH. THOUGH I CAN SEE WHY YOU WOULD THINK THAT. YOU WERE ALL MADE IN MY IMAGE AFTER ALL.â
- Seeing the visible confusion on Emilyâs face, you elaborated. âLONG AGO, YOUR FATHER WANTED TO SHOW HIS APPRECIATION OF ME. SO FOR HIS FIRST SENTIENT CREATIONS, THE SERAPHIM, HE BASED THEM ALL ON ME.â Emily looks surprised, and follows up by asking how you know God.
- You give another genuine laugh at her question. âSWEETY IâM HIS YOUNGER SISTER, I AM âDEATHâ, THE GODDESS OF WELLâŚDEATH. BUT YOU CAN CALL ME âDâ OR âAUNT Dâ, MOST OF YOUR SIBLINGS DO.â Emilyâs mind is blown âWait! YOUâRE aunt D?! Sera told me all kinds of stories about you before you went to sleep, like the time you got into an argument with Father over his invention of the âSnuggieâ. I never thought Iâd get to meet you!â
- âIT WAS LITERALLY JUST A BATHROBE YOU WORE BACKWARDS, AND I STILL CANâT BELIEVE HE THOUGHT THAT WAS AT ALL CLEVER.â You huff, feeling amusement and mild irritation at that memory.
- âSPEAKING OF YOUR FATHER, WHERE IS HE?â Sera speaks up, having managed to recollect herself, and explains that no one has seen or heard a word from God since before you went to sleep.
- The irritated snarl that leaves your throat sounds like thunder and shakes the ground, making everyone tremble with fear. âTHAT LAZY BASTARD HAD ONE FUCKING JOB, WATCH HIS DAMN KIDS, AND HE COULDNâT EVEN DO THAT?! NO WONDER THIS ALL HAPPENED THEN, HE LEFT YOU ALL UNSUPERVISED!â
- Bending over, you carefully set Emily down before standing back up. âI HATE TO CUT MY INTRODUCTION SHORT, BUT APPARENTLY I NEED TO GO AND HAVE A LITTLE CHAT WITH YOUR FATHER.â You stare pointedly at Sera and continue. âDONâT THINK THIS MEANS YOUâRE ENTIRELY OFF THE HOOK EITHER. WHILE YES, YOUR FATHERâS ABSENCE IS MOSTLY TO BLAME FOR THIS DEBACLE, YOU ALSO KNOW BETTER THAN TO DO SUCH TERRIBLE THINGS. WE WILL BE DISCUSSING THIS MORE ONCE I FINISH WITH YOUR FATHER, AND IF I COME BACK AND FIND OUT YOU HELD ANY MORE OF THESE âEXTERMINATIONSâ I WILL TURN YOU INTO A HOLLOW! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?â Looking at the ground, Sera nods and says âYes Auntie DâŚâ
- Satisfied with that response, you bid everyone farewell and slowly melt back into the ground, completely disappearing. Once youâre gone, the sunlight is back and itâs as if you were never there.
- Now the seraphim have to soothe the murmuring crowd while Sera starts attempting to get in contact with Lucifer to let him know that âHey Aunt D found out about the exterminations and is NOT happy about it. She just got done yelling at me, and now sheâs on her way to go read Father the riot act. Just warning you now because once sheâs done with him, youâre probably gonna be next.â
- Lucifer receives the message and is now frantically trying to create peace offerings in hopes theyâll make you more amicable, while also preemptively planning his own funeral in case the peace offerings donât work.
- Meanwhile in Godâs palace, God is currently relaxing in an elaborate hot tub and watching American football on an absurdly large TV whilst drinking wine like itâs water. Heâs pretty drunk and having a grand time yelling at the TV.
- His fun is interrupted through by you literally kicking in the door and storming in, youâve shrunken down to your smaller size so all your features are actually visible now and not covered in darkness as you glare at your older brother with an intensity that could peel paint.
- God startled momentarily before seeing itâs you and giving you a dopey smile. Heâs also in his smaller form, so that makes things slightly easier for you. âOhhh heeeyyy Death!âŚYou startled me thereeeâŚItâzzzz beeen awhillle, huh?â You scoff at his slurred speech, in disbelief that he could be so drunk right now.
- âYes, it HAS been awhile. Good to see that you still choose to spend your days getting completely wasted instead of tending to your children.â You answer tersely, and God rolls his eyes. âZzstill the saaame old ssstuck up bitchâŚTha kidzz are fahine Deee! Yyyoou should cohme haave ah drink wib meee.â
- You ignore Godâs offer for a drink and cut right to the chase. âNo, your kids are NOT fine! When was the last time you checked in on them?! Do you even know what theyâre up to right now??!â God dismissively waves his hand and chugs more wine. âI juzzt checked on thhhem ah couple decades aghooo..Theyârrre prohably makinnn neeewh liffe.â
- âGod that is a load of shit, and you know it! I was JUST down in Heaven, and the seraphim told me that you havenât seen or spoken to ANY of them since I left to take my nap eons ago! And furthermore, while youâve been in here drinking the day away, your children have COMPLETELY destroyed the balance we created! Theyâve been mass slaughtering Demons annually for millennia now, and Limbo is a complete disaster right now because of this!â Hearing this, God looks down at his bottle of whine, embarrassed, and mumbles an awkward âohâ.
- Silence hangs heavy in the air for a moment before God clears his throat and says. âZzsoooâŚYouârrree NNOT gooing to drink wiff me?â At this you snap and snatch the wine bottle from God and chuck it at the TV, smashing the bottle and the TV. God shouts in anger but before he can ask you wtf that was for, you just lay into him. Calling him a deadbeat and pathetic excuse of a deity.
- âHow can you just sit in here day after day, while your CHILDREN are out there causing such mayhem! Do you not love your children all??!â God is shouting back at you, his anger having sobered him up some so heâs not slurring as much. âHow DARE you accuse me of not loving my children! I would giive ANYTHING for them and you know that!â
- âThen fucking ACT like it!! Donât just sit in here and rot your mind with booze and TV!â God growls. âI donât need you to tell meee how to handle my children! Why do you even care?! Itâzzz not like theyâre yours anyway!â
- âI care because they are part of MY family, and I want my family to be safe and happy, something that you couldnât give less of a shit about apparently!â God throws his hands up at this point âWell what do you want from me Death, go hhhold their handz?! My children are ALL capable of thinking and being on their own, they donât NEED me to do shit for them!â
- âThat doesnât mean that they donât still need you there emotionally! But with the way you act maybe itâs best you ARE never there! After all, what use could any of them get from your pathetic drunk ass!!â This clearly struck a nerve as God points back at the door you came in through and roars at you to get the fuck out of his house. Growling, you give a harsh âFine!â and tell him he can sit and be a drunk deadbeat all he wants because youâre done with him and his shit, and heâs NEVER to contact you again unless itâs in regards to his children or business.
- You stomp out of Godâs palace and return to Limbo, wanting to start working on getting things cleaned up and cool off some before you go check on things in Hell.
- Once youâre gone though, God slumps his shoulders and hangs his head. With your venomous words echoing his head, he summons another bottle of wine and begins chugging it while he trudges into his bedchambers.
- He flops down onto the bed and picks up a framed photo and slowly brings it closer to his face. Itâs an old photo, one taken shortly after God created the first few seraphim. You and God are both standing next to each other, arms around each otherâs shoulders and leaning in close while the first seraphim all stand in between the two of you. Everyone is absolutely beaming, and God looks especially happy; so proud of his creations.
- Tears drop onto the photo as God remembers how things used to be back then, back when he was actually NEEDED by those around him and wasnât just some brand figure whoâs only job is to smile and wave. Even as he slowly sets the photo down, tears continue to fall and he holds his head in his hands. ââŚIâm sorry Iâm so damn uselessâŚHopefully youâll forgive me somedayâŚNot that I deserve it thoughâŚIâmâŚso fucking sorryâŚâ No one is there to hear Godâs sobs, and eventually he passes out. Heâd rather be dreaming of happier times anyway.
#damn this ended up being WAY longer than i intended#and with a bit of angst no less!#god isnât a bad guy heâs just SUPER depressed and suffering an existential crisis#basically after creating the angelic beings he didnât really have to do anything anymore#because the angels were able to create and think on their own#so there isnât really anything for god to do now because the angels can do it themselves#with so much time on his hands he started questioning his existence and what he was even meant to do#he feels completely useless because he truly believes that if he isnât constantly creating things then he has no purpose#he deals with this by holing up in his palace and drinking himself silly and getting high#he has not told you this primarily because he doesnât know how#heâs much like his son lucifer in that heâs not great at discussing his feelings#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel x death! reader#death reader#i like to imagine the seraphim have a group chat and sera just posts in it like âaunt d found out about the exorcisms. weâre all dead.â#and it starts blowing up with everyone freaking out and trying to figure out wtf theyâre gonna do#lucifer is preparing for the ass whooping youâre gonna give him
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And also ppl going on the defense saying to blame trump supporters instead of non voters.
Itâs pretty fucking obvious that trump supports were gonna vote for trump. Itâs in the name. Thatâs not a variable, thatâs a given. What are we even talking about. The people who were advocating so hard this year for being an edge lord and not voting are now refusing to take any accountability. All under the guise of leftist ideology, yâall are so short sighted.
#like imagine someone told on Harriet Tubman#yall would be like hey donât blame them⌠blame the slave owner#hello?#some things are a given#the oppressor was never part of the strategy#we can critique Kamala till the sun blows up#but stand on the shit yâall were advocating for#ie this outcome#us politics#politics#kamala harris#donald trump
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no but can you imagine anyone other than beard reading those texts that jane had sent himâŚ
#Imagine beard leaving his phone unattended and texts just keep blowing up his phone and âŚ#thatâs from one hour in one night in a year long relationship#who knows how bad things were!!!#esp since beard didnât even seem fazed the biggest stressor he got was that she said I love you#and he was just. Oh!!! I love you too!!!#not like. Her saying he should be dead
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Since you mentioned it, what did you think of Speak No Evil? I was thinking of watching it myself :0
i really liked it ............ my friend scoffed at me when i told her i was watchin it so take my opinion with a grain of salt tho </3
#snap chats#SHE DIDNT EVEN WATCH IT BUT W/E SPOILER FREE QUICK REVIEW DOWN HERE HIIII <3<3<3<3#ive been made aware my tastes are. Questionable so proceed with caution vlklvjv im so sorry if i convince you to see it and you dont like i#moving on I Have. done nothing but listen to Eternal Flame for the past week its been stuck in my head ever since#BUT FR as i said I Really Liked It. i heard that theres another/original version so i wanna watch that at some point#if i care to remember and find it vjaelkjeakl but as This Movie On Its Own i had a swell time !!!#it does a really good job of teetering that line of#'this is just a quaint little sometimes-awkward get-together' and 'this is so stressful i just might throw up'#it did a good job of keeping me invested and on my toes i guess- it bitters innocuous scenarios really well which i like#like i wasnt sure WHEN whatever scene i was watching would turn sour but i always had that feeling it /would/- that lingering feeling#the horror in this is more psychological than violent- it only gets crazy by the last quarter honestly#which isnt bad! i like psych horror and Christ. the amount of times i was just grimacing in my seat like Suspense Is The Word#like imagine a dinner party where people only say controversial things and you dont want to blow up the situation#so you just try to be really polite about pivoting from the topic. but they keep going. thats basically the horror of this movie at its cor#i do have SOME comments about some bits but i wanna rewatch the movie at some point to be thorough on my comments jglejlakj#yk do a rewatch where im. NOT jokin bout with my brother- THO TBF DESPITE THAT I was still invested#like its premise is so. simple? in concept imo. but 'simple' isnt automatically bad in my eyes and i really liked how it played out#i dont watch movies much tho so maybe its been done different but there is ONE thing tht definitely made me like. HUH#but its nothing super major i dont htink? I MEAN IT WAS KINDA BIG BUT there were signs to it being revealed. still it made me vjLJ like god#i cant explain tho cause SPOILERS but ... Yeah. its not that crazy it just definitely took me by surprise for how quick the reveal was#tldr: if you ever wanted to watch an awkward dinner party where you couldnt do anything about it this is the movie to watch#and i like that. i like that because i hate myself apparently jVLAEKJVAEKLJ#coupled with horror it was also funny at times which i felt did help with that underlying 'when will this be tainted' horror#i really liked that ... when normalcy or the feeling of safety can be taken away in an instant#if you watch it and wanna talk bout it more in depth ill prob have rewatched it by then and id like to give a more. Detailed review#OR AT LEAST ONE NOT SO RAMBLY VELKAVJEALKJ im not good at reviewing things .... i just know when i like or dont like somethin ..#ive only had my bro to talk bout this with and he doesnt really. Give his thoughts or opinions too much like i do#so id be happy to talk bout it and get your perspective !!!! but only if you want Again if you dont like it im so sorry erlakjaekl#god theres so much more i want to say but im just rambling and i wanna be brief for you my friend vlakjlakvlkj#anyway yeah. those are my quick thoughts. i was Very Normal about james mcavoy for most of this movie ty for reading
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#personal#keep being like. if Only i had talked to him sooner. if Only i had been Friendlier sooner. but its like#Realistically.... probably wasnt ready. and also like. itd have to happen after school was over anyway bc 1. um i need to focus on school#and 2. how Awkward if i asked him out n he said no. or say we broke up or soemthing#like there were weeks i saw him every day. aint no way... i could handle the awkwardness of that#so ok ok ok. everything is fine JFJFJKFKFKFMFMFMFMFMF#i just have to remember not to get in my own head about it#like if i wanna message him i just should.....#its just..... hhhhHHhhhhh whyd this have to happen to me at 29. i could have been a happy spinster thank u NFJFJFJFJJFJFJFJF#but now ik what having an actual crush is like and oh wow is it painful. but also beautiful n fun. i just...... and lets face it this is#more than a crush. like its definitely Like like but i dont wanna say the Real L Word bc it seems..... idk JDJDJJDJD#but ive definitely um.... fallen. ya. ew JDJDKDJKDKDKDKDKS#but im just gonna follow my gut or whatever the fuck has been guiding me bc things have worked out so far#and like it wouldnt have without his participation. like ya....#im just like... what if he Forgets about me or like everything fizzles out#but then its like i Know if i see him again itll all come back.#bc in the summer i tried so hard to get over him (and kinda succeeded)... only to see him again in class and be like oh fuck oh no and the#n That Dinner. that was the final blow. i was so overwhelmed i got lost on the way home#which... the restaurant we were at is less than 10 mins from my house so you can imagine the uh Overwhelmingness#i cant even remember the original point of this but. i think we'll find a way ....... i say we but i should say 'i' bc until he tells me#that he likes me im gonna have to like Not Assume. hhhh#it doesnt help either that ppl were bringing up 'hes just not that into you' on twt bc Now im like#oh God. am i in that kind of situation???? i doubt it tho. i think hes just reserved. GAH. whatever happens happens
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jesus christ these audiences for roh/aew what the fuck. like i get that it's hard to sort structural things out when the company is in a tailspin but man do they need to do something drastic. however many monitors tk was hit with it was not enough
#they literally have all the talent they need to put on fucking amazing shows here's a wild idea how about they take in some feedback#if the booking was better and they were less focused on being petty and competing with wwe on real weird shit this wouldn't be a thing#like legit imagine if their focus at wembley had been to put on a fantastic show#imagine if it hadn't been about beating wwe at attendance numbers#imagine if they'd set an actual solid card of dream matches and uk and european wrestler highlights#and if they'd focused on keeping talent safe ahead of the big show#fucking pac and bryan and nigel#plan something for hayter whether she's wrestling or not#skip the cheap saraya hometown pop or ACTUALLY BUILD TOWARDS IT SO IT FEELS EARNED HAVE YOU HEARD OF BUILDING STORYLINES YOU ASSHATS#sorry i'm still mad over what they did to shida#we were less than a month out and so many of their intended matches were just falling through due to injury and drama#apparently travel sucked for everyone and not just punk and hey speaking of punk has their backstage management ever not sucked ass??#literally all they cared about was if they'd beat the wwe numbers#not if they'd put on a show good enough that talent would wanna work overseas again and the audience would wanna show up for them again#sorry for ranting but god#they had such a good thing going it AMAZES ME that this is where we're at#how do you have this much opportunity how do you sign this much talent how do you have two beloved companies#and like four-five wrestling shows running weekly#and blow it this hard
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i wish there was a way for me to likeee. semi change this one thingin this one mod. but 1 im not a modder 2 i feel like thats disrespectful. i just want sort of an inbetween between the game and this mod but that is not a thing that exist... sigh
#NOT COMPLAINING ABT THE MOD just personal preference im not saying the mod bc i dont want it seen as an attack but basically i like mods#that add a bit more realism while also keeping some stuff yfm... like 4 example Random example unrelated i like the idea of Having to decid#what to do with the remains of a dead sim and having the body stick around but i also like having the grim reaper appear.... so in my ideal#death mod the sim dies and then the grim reaper shows up to like. take their soul but the body stays. im not a modder so idk how possible..#also ig that kind of doesnt fully make sense since the ghosts r still afoot so ig itd just be him severing the connection btwn the body and#soul right. not taking anything... which i suppose is what he does in the basegame is he severs the connection and then takes the body w/#him. which is kind of funny. whats he need that for is it just courtesy or is he doing smtg w/ them. bc ik you get the gravestone/urn when#they die and those r the remains but like. ? he just like. conjures those doesnt he. body vanishes and then those appear. does he just#rearrange the atoms of the body into those things. bc i dont subscribe to the idea that he actually digs a hole for the corpse idt theres#anything down there bc u cn put a basement right under a grave and no issues. so i think he magics the bodies away and then either somehow#transforms those bodies into the appropriate grave marker (unclear on if theres even actually ash in the urn like is that mentioned. OR he#takes them leaves the urn and gravestone and then just has the bodies to do whatever with. WHATS HE DOING !!! is it a nice like Ill just#handle this so they dont have to (presumptuous. caring for a body is a rly important thing in many cultures and it can be a great way to#process a loss for some ppl (not all obviously. grief is very personal this is one of my autism things sry)) but ig in simnation society it#isnt that important Evidently. but idk... either hes taking them as a favor to help out/soften the blow bc obv nobody Likes seeing the grim#reaper olive sit down. connor sit down. so hes like well ill handle this. or is it something more nefarious WHTS HE DOINGG tell me. i think#funny to imagine he just teleports the body elsewhere ik he prolly just destroys it but its kind of awesome to imagine theres a giant magic#crematorium and like. a columbarium. idk why i assume cremation itd just save space in his. realm? i he has a realm. if i were him and i#didnt have a realm id be kinda pissed id call the watcher and be like heyyy um... yk. but ya i think thats cool bc i love lands of the dead#gotta be one of my favorite things (autistic) and i think its just cool to imagine a place where the remains of every person whos ever live#r kept. be that their soul as is traditional or their literal remains in this case. isnt that kind of cool.. love it. but again we probably#arent supposed to rly think abt it he prolly jut vaporizes them into nothing. i just wanted to have fun... bring a positive sort of vibe.#anyways. i would like to be able to have The body just bc i think thats cool and i think itd be awesome to have a mod that adds in more#grieving practices from around the world but obviously thatd be like. HUGEscale bc there are a millionnn different ways to grieve. and its#all so interesting to learn abt. read from here to eternity. by caitlin doughty. smiles <- it doesnt cover Everything obv but it talks abt#lot of stuff from around the world in a rly respectful way and its incredible to read abt and learn. my autism . but i genuinely love#learning abt grief and mourning and funerary practices in other cultures i rly wish that so many practices werent lost to colonization wher#ppl were forced to abandon their way of caring for their dead just bc it seemed ghoulish or barbaric or whathave you to the missionaries et#idk. id put death it up there with food as one of the biggest cultural signifiers...i cant continue the tag limit. wtvr. u get it
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- gojo satoru x reader // zen'in naoya x reader
you are an empress perfect in every way... until your husband suddenly casts you aside for his expecting mistress. but you won't be dethroned just like that, because the newly coronated western emperor, gojo satoru, sets his sights on you, and thus your revenge against your ex-husband begins...
genre/warnings: 18+ suggestive contentâminors do not interact!âmight be ooc, kinda slowburn, angst to eventual fluff, divorce, marriage of convenience, heavy pining (from gojo's part), childhood friends trope, mentions of infidelity, misogyny, infertility, explicit smut
note: loosely inspired by and taking some elements of manhwa remarried empress (but i promise you, it's different). my god, for the past month this is all i can think about *sobs* wc. 10.5k ! this is the longest thing i've ever posted here, and if you'd give it a chance, then i'll be really, really thankful!
credit header goes to @/gojokko in twitter!
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âI accept the divorce.â
Your perfect life was done for. Everything you had worked hard towardsâ it was now in shambles and tatters.
You, an ethereal, revered empress... someone untarnished in the face of public and private, had just agreed to the emperorâs blatant request of separation.
âMy god... how can this be!?â
âYour Majesty! Please reconsider!â
Emperor Zenâin Naoya of the Eastern Empire, your husbandâand companion for more than ten yearsâsmirked as he looked down at you, paying zero attention to the uproar in this courthouse.
But then you heard that kind, velvety voice from the back of your head:
âIf you become my empress⌠that will make me the happiest man alive.â
This place has turned into a whopping circus ever since you and Naoya stepped inside anyway. And so, having nothing worthy left to lose, you declared, âAnd I demand an immediate approval for my remarriage.â
Your boldness once again stirred a wave of clamor among the crowd, and even Naoya was glaring at you in disbelief now. âA remarriageâŚ? How dare youâ!â
âWell... is it the time for my grand entrance?â
Deep from behind the curtains, suddenly he emerged, dressed in the most lavish robes befitting his own throne, outshining everyone in the room as if he was the one owning the place.
âHeh.â His low chuckle stunned even the mass as he took big strides towards where you were.
This would seal your fate. From now onwards, you would no longer be the perfect empress. Your messy divorce and remarriage will relegate that image to history.
âMy goodness, thatâsâŚâ the woman in the front gasped. âWestern EmpireâsâŚâ
âGojo⌠Satoru?â Naoya's eyes lit with genuine fury as the other man took his place by your side. âYou couldn't possibly meanâŚ!â
You interrupted him regally. âYes, he is the man I wish to remarry.â
This event was going to blow up tomorrow, with scandalous titles no less than The Deposed Empress Remarries! And there was no going back, ever.
How did your pristine life turn into such a shameful debacle? None of these turn of events would be imaginable for you several years prior...
SATORU, THE CROWN PRINCE OF WESTERN EMPIRE
To Satoru, you were more than just the eastâs breathtaking empressâyou had captured his attention long before you ascended to that role.
Seven years ago, you were the renowned noble lady, the paragon of perfection sought after by many lords and monarchs alike.
You were both cunning and fair, pretty in the face, came from an illustrious family known for birthing famous empresses in either western and eastern empires. You were the quintessential template that mothers advised their sons to seek in a wife.
The fairest in the landâthat was how people called you. And Gojo Satoru is always and only interested in the best.
âSuguru... look at her.â His eyes would soften at the sight of you as he nudged at his closest ally and confidant, the duke. âShe is so... pretty, isnât she?â
Unfortunately, you had been promised to the Eastern Empireâs crown prince from a long time ago too. There was little that the outsiders, including himselfâeven if he was the heir apparent to his own throneâcould do to sway your heart.
âThere's more to women than their faces, Satoru,â Suguru sighed, thinking that what he had was a mere lust. âMoreover, sheâs engaged to the Zenâin... and they have a very good relationship. Nothing you can do about that.â
âHmph.â
To be honest, he couldnât fathom what you could possibly like about that murderous Zenâin spawn. He was a pompous human being, no less.
How on earth could you stand someone like that? Satoru had always wondered⌠especially when it was well-known to the land that you and him were on good terms despite your arranged marriage.
âand once, he thought he knew who you areâŚ
. . .
Satoru swallowed the bitterness rising in his throat as he attended the royal wedding of you and Zenâin Naoya. Despite hating the circumstances, he had to admit it was a fairytale weddingâalbeit with the wrong groom.
You were the epitome of picture book princess. In his eyes, and in the eyes of the attendees of your wedding.
Oh, and he made headlines too, that dayâ
âMy princess, may I have this dance?â
Two hours hadnât even passed by after you swore your vows as Naoyaâs bride, and there he was, asking for your first dance, in your own wedding ball, right in front of your newly wedded husband.
Everyone bet on you turning him down and making a fool of himself, but instead, to spare his feelings, you put your delicate hand in his, and with a wide, shy smile, you said, âYes.â
Satoru thought it was his greatest achievement then. To have made Naoya red-faced, to have made him watch as he put his hands on your waist, twirl you aroundâ and come one breath away from your face.
âPrincess, youâreâŚâ his breath caught as he pulled you close, staring straight at your faceâand suddenly he felt like life was so unfair to him as the slow melody of waltz was all he could hear.
How could you be this close... and yet so far by being somebody elseâs wife?
And yet he forced the words out, with sincerity he had never showed anyone else before, even as his heart bled and shattered. âYouâre so incredibly beautiful.â
Your eyes widened, sparkling with wonder, before you thanked him with the loveliest of smiles. âThank you. Youâre too kind.â
Satoru was certain... you had ruined him, because no one else would ever be able to turn his world with just a smile like you did, even as you broke his heart too into a million pieces.
. . .
Ever since that day, everyone had branded him as a prince in search of scandalâcoveting the princess married to Zenâin clan.
What everyone didnât know was that it went beyond that. His obsession of you went beyond your beauty and charms and wits. Rather, it goes a long way back.
YOU, THE CROWN PRINCESS OF EASTERN EMPIRE
As inconceivable as it was, once upon a time, you and Naoya were a truly, happy couple.
Handpicked by the late emperor to become his sonâs wife, you couldnât be more proud. With you being the next empress of the Eastern Empire, your clan once again proved itself that it was always worthy of a seat in the monarchy.
But beyond that, you were elated that it was Naoya that you ended up marrying. Your own childhood friend, who often led you around his palace by hand and filled your days with many joy and laughs.
âOne day soon, when we are the emperor and the empressââ younger Naoya was always someone who had big dreams about ruling his nation. âWe will create a nation in which no one can do anything as they please! Weâll establish order, and anyone who goes against it will be punished! That way, itâll encourage fairness!â
Not knowing it yourself, you had given your heart wholly to him. You had agreed to all his dreams and visions. You devoted yourself to them all, even more so after your marriage and coronation, as he promised you an ever after.
âFrom now on, itâs going to be me and you, Empress.â
YOU, THE EMPRESS OF EASTERN EMPIRE
âYour role is to give an heir to the throne, Empress.â
Your title had never sounded so heavy to you before now, especially when Naoya was the one saying it.
You sighed, gathering your wits and scattered feelings before levelling your calm gaze on your husband. âI understand that, Your Majesty. But it is not something that I can do on my own.â
This year would mark the fifth year of your marriage to Naoya. You understood that the fact you still werenât able to be with his child would raise questions from the court, but still, must you be reminded of this fact over and over?
Your husbandâno, the emperorâbarked a satire laugh.
âOh, really? As I understand it, being infertile is not something I can help you with.â
That hurt. It was a searing pain, like being branded with a red-hot iron. And it felt as if he had torn through your chest with his fist alone.
âIâm not infertile.â Your eyes gleamed with pure defiance as you lifted your chin, facing him in his audience chamber.
It dawned on you that lately, one of the few ways you could speak to him was by requesting an audience as opposed to your usual midnight talks in your private chambers.
When did it start to change? Or was Naoya this kind of person right from the very beginning and you were just blinded by love back then?
"Oh? And what would you call being childless for five years then?" Naoya sneered at you from his dais, placing one hand on his jaw. "Bad luck? You must be terribly cursed with misfortune then."
You fisted your dress, summoning all your strength to hold back tears. Don't you dare cry. Not in front of him.
It wasn't as if you didn't want to carry his heir. For many women, holding their baby in their arms is a cherished dream, and when they hold a position of power like yours, it becomes not just a desire but a duty.
You tried everythingâcalling in the best doctors, consuming horrible potions, even consulting with the oracle. And they all said you were perfectly healthy and fine. You were at your wits end too.
The irony. You were celebrated in public for your competence, while privately, you suffered your husband's cold detachment and cruel remarks.
. . .
"Empress, where should we put the welcome gifts?"
You studied the floor plan of the banquet hall for your annual New Year's ball with a thoughtful hum before pointing at the entrance.
"Place it here. We want our guests to know that we are generous, and it's easily accessible since the parlor is the first area they reach after arriving."
You loved planning festivities. It was therapeutic in a way, and it gave you little time to think of anything else.
"Oh, and I want to have a welcome arch and flowers placed at the entrance too. This is the grandest event of the year, second only to the Emperor's birthday... we must display the grandeur that befits such an occasion."
Your head maidservant, Hanabi, placed a hand on her abdomen and nodded with a warm smile. "That's a very clever suggestion, Your Majesty! I'll ensure they arrange everything just as you wish!"
As she scurried away, you watched her with an assessing gaze. Hanabi had been with you throughout the five years of your marriage, always at your side, assisting with day-to-day matters and serving as your confidant. She was a great aide.
And you were observant by nature... so of course you noticed things.
...and if you were correct, then she was most definitely with a child.
The thing is... she is unmarried. You hesitated to jump to conclusions without evidence, yet the timing struck you as more than coincidentalâit nagged at you for weeks now, suggesting a connection you hoped did not exist.
Because if they really did... then...
You didn't dare to think, because it would be more than a nightmare. But you weren't able to let this go either, so you did what was necessary.
You planted a note in Hanabi's chamber, and then you waited in the gardens, the chilly midnight air wrapping around you like a shroud.
You had done everything you could. Five years ago, you let go of everything and had decided to spend your life with your first loveâNaoya.
Because you truly and devotedly love him. You give your all for himâfor your life together.
"Ooh, Your Majesty~! It's so cold out here, why not in our usualâ"
Hanabi's voice faltered as soon as she saw your crimson gown, feeling like the world had collapsed on her. And you rigidly turned towards her, feeling more or less the same.
And yet, what you had received from him is the greatest betrayal.
SATORU, THE EMPEROR OF THE WESTERN EMPIRE
He first realized something was clearly wrong with you during the New Yearâs ball that you hosted.
Satoru had just been crowned emperor during this time, and though rulers typically sent envoys to such grand celebrations due to concurrent festivities in their own lands, it had been several months since he last saw you. He wants to see you.
A meritless action, but he wanted to, regardless.
But that day, you were a fantastic actress in this stage called banquet hall and nobody was the wiser⌠but he would know, because you mattered a lot to him.
"Your Majesty, you don't seem well." He approached you with a glass of champagne, affixing a friendly smile. "Is there anything amiss?"
Taken aback, you didn't expect such close proximity that you took a step back. His smile almost faltered, but he kept it up.
"Emperor Satoruâ"
"Ah, none of that, no. Address me just as you usually do, hmm?"
A smile finally tugged at your lips. "How is that fair, when you address me so formally?"
Satoru chuckled. "You, my queen, deserve all the finery and grandeur there is. And I will see to it that you do."
That was his nickname for you ever since you ascended the throne. Both of your countries refer you as âempressâ, but he loves addressing you as âqueenâ instead.
There was a shift in your expression, and he thought you looked melancholic. It bothered him, stirring a desire to erase that somber look from you. Because above anything and everything, you had to be happy and smiling.
"You're still a flirt, I see, Satoru," you remarked, throwing him a soft smile. "It won't do you good if you're seen with me most of the time, you know."
No, Iâm doing this just for you. He wanted to tell you that, but he sighed instead. "You've got it wrong. When I'm in the company of the most beautiful woman in the lands, what's there to be ashamed of?"
Perhaps hearing that finally melted you a bit as you freely giggled this time, and Satoru was glad that he made you laugh even a little.
"You would think that, huh..." you fondly mumbled. And then your expression crumbled, and he could've sworn something painful flashed in your eyesâ
What happened to you? He so desperately wanted to ask, but then he saw that preying gaze on both of you. Zenâin Naoya. Satoru clicked his tongue as he watched him weave through the crowd, his gaze locked ominously on both of you.
âSeems like we donât have much time, after all,â he began, urgency sharpening his words. âBut rest assured, whenever you want to talk to me, just send a little birdie my way and I shall answer.â
âHuh?â you blinked at him questioningly, totally not getting what he meant.
He winked, then took your hand and placed a kiss on it, eliciting murmurs of surprise from the crowd at his bold gesture. âAnd chin up, my queen. You have nothing to fear, and if it makes you feel better...â
He leaned in to whisper in your ear, âTo me, a diamond is most beautiful. And you⌠are one that sparkles above all.â
âNaoya, unhand me this instant!â
You were tired of this shit, of Naoya always manhandling youâof him always having a total control over you.
After seeing how close you got to Satoru, Naoya practically saw red. Still, in the prying eyes of public, he remained unperturbed, but his vice-like grip on your arm was sure to leave bruise as he unkindly led you out of the ballroom.
"Naoya!" you raised your voice this time, even louder than before, uncaring even when the wandering eyes of the servants curiously followed the two of you.
You were not made an empress just to follow him. And with that conviction, you forcibly pulled your arm away from his grip right after he shut the door to the drawing room close, not even wincing at the stinging feeling.
His eyes shone with anger. âYou insolentâ!â
âNoââ You stood your ground, and suddenly you got very irate and burst out, âHow dare you, Zenâin Naoya!â
He looked at you with equal surprise and mortification, clearly unprepared for your righteous tirade.
"You have made a mockery of our marriage! You have insulted me and your own throne by carrying on withâ with the help! My maid!" you screamed at his face, pure anger coursing through your veins. "How could you!?"
Naoya took in your outburst with eerie silence, a sneer slowly forming on his lips. "You get riled up over that? Have you forgotten emperors are free to take mistresses, especially when the empress isn't capable to bear any heirs?"
A burning arrow shot straight to your heart at his response but you willed yourself not to show it. "Regardless, you could've done better and not put our throne to shame by fucking a servant."
"I've told you time and time again. A woman's duty is to bear children, and since you've proven yourself beyond barren, I did you a favor."
"A favor...?"
"As soon as Hanabi births that child, you can raise him as your own," Naoya frankly stated unabashedly, as if proud with his idea. "Saves you the trouble and I get my heir, a win-win solution, no?"
Raise him as my own...? Saves the trouble? You could've sworn that throughout your entire life, you had never been so insulted before now, right in this moment.
"What I do, I always have my throne in mind. And yet you..." his eyes narrowed into unsatisfied slits. "What are you trying to achieve by whoring yourself to that rake, Gojo Satoru? Are you telling people of the ton that you're having an affair?"
His voice made you want to throw up. The realization that everything you thought you had together might have meant nothing to him at all made you feel sick.
And so, hiding your trembling hands and swallowing you unshed tears, you responded to him with a clipped toneâ
"You're most despicable, Naoya. And you are a complete fool if you think even for a second that I'd want to raise your bastard!"
He seemed taken aback by your rejection, but you didn't falter. "And oh, since you want to make use of that lowly maid so much, feel free to take her back and track her down yourself, because I've sent that wench away."
With that, you turned your back on him, striding out with your head held high, even as your life crumbled into dust.
Days after your full-blown argument with Naoya, your situation only worsened. By now, even the palace servants knew you had incurred his wrath, while Hanabi had won his favor by carrying his childâpossibly the heir to the throne.
The child she was carrying was no threat to your position. After all, you were the empress. A child of your blood would trample over any bastard.
However, you'd be damned if you shared a bed with him again, and Naoya made it clear that his mistress would be elevated to the rank of royal consort. Given the current trajectoryâand history's tendency to repeat itselfâemperors often divorced or banished their empresses in favor of their mistresses.
Bah. You could only scoff at your laughable predicament. You came from a prestigious clan and were revered, yet now you were no more than a scorned woman.
Dark thoughts consumed your mind for a timeâyou couldn't deny that you had considered leaving the palace for self-imposed exile or even ending your life. However, reason always prevailed.
You wouldn't give Naoya what he wanted most: your compliance. And around the time when you resolved to do that, a finely decorated envelope arrived at your study, with no signature whatsoever.
Intrigued, you opened it to find an intricate dried rose bookmark and a folded letter nestled inside.
Greetings to you, my queen. Yeah, it's me. Hope you won't be too surprised. But if you do, know that I always mean well.
Satoru. You weren't expecting this. A small smile tugged at your lips. How long had it been since you last smiled so freely?
I've heard you love reading, hence the bookmark. Fun fact: I made it myself, with Shoko's help. She is sooo bad at explaining though so if the flower is wrinkled... please blame her.
This time, you giggled. He was an emperor, for god's sake. Should someone of his station write so informally like this?
Now... I'm no oracle, but even I know that you must be having bad days. And so, let me entertain you with several tales from my kingdom. So, the other day, my good friend Suguru, the dukeâyou must've heard of him surely (they said he is the most handsome bachelor in the West but they must be missing an eye for saying so because clearly I'm more!)âjust fired a pair of his servants because he caught them in a thirst! He is so uptight! Why can't he let two people in love be!?
Before you knew it, you found yourself chuckling at the lines upon lines of anecdotes Satoru had penned in the letter. The way he wrote, it was as if he was right here, saying all of this to you in real-time. For a while, you were completely absorbed in the world of the Western Empire he described, and all your worries and anxieties seemed to fade away.
Okay, that's it for now. This is just a teaser actually, so if you want to subscribe to more tales of my humble little country, you can always be my empress reply to this letter! :D Look out for a white cat near your windowsill during the hour of snakeâhe is my trained pet, and put your message in his little backpack. Don't worry, he's cute and doesn't bite!
You were so giddy by the end. His message warmed your heart so much that your eyes grew misty. In the aftermath of Naoya's betrayal, you were certain your life would be filled with much sadness to come.
Yet, your friendship with Satoru might just be the thing that would save you.
No matter how much his friends Duke Geto and Countess Shoko urged him to see reasonâthat you were no longer available and occupied with your duties as the empress of your own empireâSatoru couldn't help but still cast an eye your way.
You were clearly unhappy, and to him, someone as radiant as you should be happy.
And so, that was why he took his quill and started writing that letter to be sent to your place, along with a rose strapped inside.
He knew that, being the kind person you were, you would most likely respond, but still, the moment his cat arrived back with your reply, he was elated beyond measure.
Of course I knew it right away! I omitted your name because who knows who might catch your cat on the way. Anyway, I hope Mr. Cat will arrive back to you safe and sound. Firstly, thank you for your letter. I must say I'm so happy to receive it :) I haven't had best days so reading it made me smile. And secondly, of course I'll subscribe to your stories of Western Empire. I've been wanting to visit it myself but just haven't gotten the chance to... so if you will continue it, I shall be happy to read :D
If anything he wrote brought you joy, then Satoru was content. He had achieved his goal then.
And it was his own little secret that... by corresponding with you, it allowed him to savor the feeling of having you as his own, if only through words.
Mr. Cat's name is Sugu-chan after Suguru but you can call him whatever you wish. And don't worry, he is strong and can fight if necessary! And don't be too formal with me, my queen. We have known each other forever. Anyway do tell me, what is your favorite color now? Let me guess, is it still that specific shade of crimson?
You name your cat after your best friend...? And you're making it hard for me to be less formal when you always address me as queen! Hmm, I suppose so. I love burgundy. I've even had my study designed with that exact color scheme. It just gives me the confidence I need, you know.
So you still love burgundy... I'll keep that in mind ;) Frankly, any shade of crimson suits youâyou're always a vision in them. Back then and especially during your coronation. I love blue, so I think we're a match? :D
Back then...? Hmm, surprisingly yes, red and blue would make a good match... Anyway, I believe you promised me unusual tales from your 'humble little country', so please indulge me!
You've forgotten it already? Around the time we first met, back when I was still known as "the cursed prince"? It holds such importance for me but sadly it seems like it was just a passing moment to you :( Oh, yeah, I haven't forgotten about it! So, this time let me tell you about the time when Earl Nanami got wasted . . .
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Amidst the turmoil of your marriage, exchanging letters with Satoru became your sole respite. His stories regarding his own empire amused you, and sometimes it got you to wonder what it was like to live there.
However, running away from your problems would never solve them. Writing to Satoru may have helped you to cope, but still, your real issue with Naoya wouldn't vanish simply just by ignoring him.
. . .
"Your Majesty..."
For a good one minute, you stood still. Your lady-in-waiting had delivered an earth-shattering newsâbut admittedly, a possibility you thought was in the cards the moment you went against Naoya.
"His majesty has summoned the high priest to his study," the elderly woman added, close to tears. "But it is very likely that he has submitted the petition forâ" her voice faltered when she caught sight of the emptiness in your eyes, unable to continue.
A divorce. Naoya had been considering a divorce. And by now, he was set on it.
"I'm so, so sorry..." she choked out, her voice breaking with sorrow to mourn you, but you remained expressionless, lost in your thoughts.
The last time an empress of Eastern Empire was divorced was more or less a century ago, because she had committed a grave treachery against a royal consort by poisoning her. She was sentenced to death by hanging afterwards.
The irony. You were in similar situation, only that you weren't vengeful enough to resort to poisoning Hanabi. Speaking of her, her baby was due in another four months, and now she was living happily in Naoya's quarters.
"Don't be. I'm perfectly fine."
To consolidate his illegitimate child's position, Naoya used the most effective way. Since you wouldn't listen to him, and Hanabi must be a far delightful companion rather than you, he was more than willing to cast you aside in favor of making her his empress instead.
You thought it would hurt more, and yet what you felt the most right in this moment was white-hot anger. This is unacceptable. It was the greatest insult to you both as a woman and as the empress.
Now, all you could think of was how to uphold your dignity and plot your exit from this palace with your head still held high.
If I can't be the empress here...
And after a sleepless night, you came to a daring solution. And your planâ
...I'll be one somewhere else.
It was an invitation, Satoru thought, almost in disbelief. Or it sounded a lot like one, didn't it?
Heart beating a little faster and blushing, he reread the latest letter you had sent him.
It's only the beginning of summer, and the heat is sweltering... I'm considering treating myself to a trip to the winery village on the border between the east and west. I think it'll be nice if I have a companion...
Winery village was right in the middle of the western and eastern empires, and it was a safe zone. Vineyards were vast and thick, but it wasn't exactly a popular vacation spot. So, it intrigued him why you would want to go there.
Just as he was about to reply to you that it was a very good coincidence that he too wanted to pay a visit to the said village, suddenlyâ
"Gojo! Gojoooo!" Shoko suddenly burst into his study, startling him.
"Shoko! What the heck?!"
Lady Shoko might be a countess, but she, Satoru, and Suguru all attended the same royal academy. Despite their prestigious titles now, Satoru insisted that in private, both Suguru and Shoko address him just as they did before he ascended the throne.
Still, she was ruder than Suguru in many ways. Satoru gave her a stink eye, but his confusion grew as she seemed to be delivering momentous news.
"Gojo, have you heard that Naoya will divorce Y/N?!"
"Wha?" it felt like a ton of bricks suddenly fell down on his head. And then his friend proceeded to tell him everything she knew.
"It wasn't made official yet, but even the townsfolk have been talking about it. They also said that Naoya have taken a mistress, and that she was formerly the empress' maid."
Satoru listened to her in silence, but the moment he heard that the Zen'in spawn planned to divorce you, anger flared within him. And to add insult to injury, he two-timed you with a servant?
The fucking bastard. He never deserved you at all. How crushed must you have been, enduring all this shit?
"Now, I wouldn't normally encourage you this," Shoko took out the cigarette she stashed in the folds of her dress and sighed. "But since you never let go of that weird fixation on her, should the royal divorce happen..." she shrugged as she took a seat in front of him.
"No matter how laughable it is, you might have a chance."
She is so right. These long years of longing for your affections and dreaming of having even a minute more of your time... there was now chance to turn it to reality.
When you arrived at the winery village for your vacation to breathe in some fresh air, honestly, everything was still in shambles.
You couldn't forget the horrified looks from the court when Naoya announced the divorce. Most were shocked and pleaded with him to reconsider. Some from your circle of ladies even sobbed, openly stating that you didn't deserve this fate.
âEmpress... His Majesty shouldn't be that harsh...â Hanabi had said to you afterwards, seemingly concerned for you. âYour legacy here⌠Iâll make sure to carry them on.â
Sometimes you didnât know whether Hanabi was pretending to be dumb or indeed she was. One thing you knew though...
âI wish you luck on that, Hanabi.â You looked down at her with eyes as cold as ice. âBeware, the Emperor is fickle, be sure to not run out of entertainments.â
You knew you deserved a better fate than being the empress of the Eastern Empire, but seeing those who still cared for you made you solemn. Your loyal maids, those who supported you... and what about organizations you've spent time and energy to?
âMy queen, ah, there you are.â
Satoru's voice from behind startled you, interrupting your daydreams. He quickly came beside you and extended his hand, asking for yours.
You offered him your right hand, and he promptly pressed a kiss on it, his bright blue eyes gazing up at you.
It wasn't as if you just noticed how pretty his eyes were, but now that there was no ballroom and scrutinizing eyes around you, you couldn't deny that the way his eyes sparkled as he gazed at youâsolely and purely on youâmade you breathless.
What... would it be like to have this man... to be your husband instead?
"I missed you. I know we talk daily through letters, but seeing your beauty firsthand is always a sight for sore eyes," he cheekily commented as he let go of your hand. "Now, I get to see you without your pesky husband around, and yeah, you never fail to make my silly heart race."
You chuckled. "You always flatter me..."
He only gave you a toothy smile, and you two strolled the vineyard. For a while, you talked about nothing of importance, like where your ladies-in-waiting were, how things were from his side.
"How do you find being the emperor?"
"It's tiring! It's boring too to look through accounts and oversee those trivial state affairs! And not to mention how many people have been nagging me to take a wife soon!"
"Oh? You haven't been on the lookout already?"
"Nah. No one is good enough, I need someone already familiar with state affairs and such," he said, wrinkling his nose sourly at the thought. But then he cast his eyes on you.
"And frankly, you are my standard," he fixed you a meaningful smile. "No one comes close. If you weren't betrothed to the Zen'in back then, I'd have proposed you in a heartbeat."
Thump. Thump. Thump. Your dead heart suddenly came to life. Gojo Satoru had just confessed his affections for you so candidly, and it got you thinking how much easier your life would be with him. He would love you, take care of you...
And beguile you.
His eyes fondly crinkled at you. "You are everything I desire in a woman to be my wife."
He adores you so easily, so fluidly... and yet, Naoya, who has you fully, is throwing you away.
Satoru observed how your face fell once again, just as it had during the New Year's ball. And now he knew, it was because you were facing your impending divorce.
But he wasn't going to tell you that, instead, he would willingly be your confidant and offer you his very being. He was about to crack a joke to lift your spirits, when you blurtedâ
"What if I said... I want to be your empress?" you kept your pace, not looking at him at all. "What if I said... I'll leave everything and come to you?"
Huh? What�
That was loaded. Have you entertained the thought too? Satoru had craved the very idea for so long he didnât even miss a beatâ
âThen Iâd marry you.â His voice was straight and true, shooting straight to the most tender part of you that Naoya had torn to shreds. âIf you become my empress⌠that will make me the happiest man alive.â
No hesitation. It almost reduced you to tears. You stopped where you stood, willing yourself not to tremble. There is still one person who sees this much value in you.
âThen Iâll be yours,â you breathed out. âIâll be your empress, Satoru.â
Satoru could've sworn time had stopped. If one moment ago, you looked like you were about to shatter, now you were a vision of the dignified and perfect queen he had always known you were.
âIâll be your queenâ your everything.â You declared, locking eyes with him, the intensity of your gaze not escaping him.
How many years had he dreamed of this moment? How many long nights had he endured, yearning for you, knowing you were beyond his reach?
Finally, finally... Satoru grinned, swearing to all the divine beings out there that he had never known how liberating it was to finally have what he wanted. âThat would be my greatest honor.â
He drew you closeâyou let himâand after one second of taking in your enchanting eyes, he crashed his lips against yours.
His lips started soft and gentle, then became fiery as his tongue met yours. He pulled you closer, one arm around your waist and the other holding the back of your head. You responded eagerly, pressing against him, fingers tracing his neck and feeling the lines of his undercut.
One is finally having the woman he had wanted for so long, and the other was plotting her escape from her misery.
You were using him. He knew it. Yet, he didn't care. Hidden behind bushes and vines, you shared your very first heated kiss, aware that this moment would leave its mark as both the greatest stain and triumph in your lives.
And when he finally pulled away, lips swollen and wet, with a wolfish grin, he promised you once againâ
âGive me everything that is yours... and I swear on my life, I will do everything to turn your life into a living dream.â
âEmpress, your husband His Majesty the Emperor, has requested a divorce.â
It was how your once pristine life transformed into the scandal of the century inside the courthouse.
"If you accept this petition, then you will no longer be the Empress of Eastern Empire. You will lose all the rights you have as a senior member of the imperial family..."
You donned your finest attireâthe intricate crimson and black dress you had designed and commissioned the dressmaker to create. Today, faced with Naoya's divorce decree, it would be the last time you adorned the colors of his empire.
"The ties that bound you together as husband and wife would be severedâ"
Good riddance, you thought.
"If this is not what you want, you have the right toâ"
"I accept the divorce."
Your voice cut through the heavy solemness of the witnesses and turned them into a mass of disbelief. You disregarded Naoya's smirk and held the priest's gaze. "And I demand an immediate approval for my remarriage."
The crowd was in for a second wave of uproar when you boldly stood your ground, and they erupted into clamors once again when Satoru made his grand entrance and took his place beside you.
"Youâ!" Naoya was so furious that he roared. "This is my empire!"
"And?" Satoru challenged with a dauntless smile. "I'm here to propose, and since she accepts your divorce request, I believe she has no relations with you any longer and is free to marry someone else."
You remained motionless, until your cold fingers met warmth when Satoru linked his hand with yours reassuringly.
"This is treachery! I won't fucking permit it!" Naoya hollered as he faced the high priest, who had a grim face while observing this three-way headlock between the three of you.
"Emperor Naoya, that matter falls into the jurisdiction of the church." The high priest let out a sigh and then turned to you, assessing your calm gaze.
Regardless, Naoya paid him no mind. "I refuse to grant you any permission to remarry! You will be banished to the cold palace until the rest of your pitiful days! Not only do you fail miserably by being barren beyond help, you also dare to whore yourselfâ" he was now rambling curses at you before everyone in the court, and it pierced you deeplyâ
Until Satoru tugged you behind him, so that you wouldn't have to see his face any longer.
"High priest!" Satoru's voice blared as he clenched his jaw, irate at the string of profanities directed at you. "Do you still truly believe that the deposed empress can't remarry? When she has suffered through this man's downright betrayal?"
Your head was spinning. You wanted this whole ordeal to be over already.
And thankfully, even the high priest saw reason, that you were undeserving of this debacle. In the end, his words held more weight than anyone else's, even Naoya's.
"I accept Empress Y/N petition to marry Emperor Satoru!"
In the chaos of the courthouse after the high priest granted your wish, Naoya shook his head in disbelief, looking at both of you with intense disdain.
"You've always wanted that wench, haven't you, Gojo?" Naoya cackled with a malice you would never have expected from someone who had been your husband for ten years.
You had tuned out all the noise. This dumpster fire was too much even for you. But then, you felt a strong arm enveloping you, sealing your fate as the match made in this courtroomâ
"I have, yeah," Satoru replied with a smug grin. "And now that she is mine... it's just the beginning of your downfall, Zen'in."
Your wedding banquet in Western Empire lasted a week long.
True to his promise, Satoru spared no effort to make you happy. The moment he brought you to his palace, he ordered immediate plans for wedding celebrations. Make it grand, make it unforgettable... he took charge himself.
And on the final, seventh day, as you were about to be formally crowned as the empress of the western lands, you were stunned.
"This is your coronation dress, Empress," your new lady-in-waiting, Shoko, said with pride. "Gojoâ I mean, His Majesty, specifically has his late mother's dress altered to suit you."
You promised yourself that you would no longer wear any shades of crimson. As much as you loved the color, it reminded you too much of your homeland and Naoya. No matter how much you despised him now, once upon a time, he was everything you loved and more.
And you thought you couldn't possibly love another color until you saw the extravagant navy dress in your chamber. Made of luxurious satin and adorned with literal diamonds, it shimmered under the light and flowed gracefully with layers of brocade cascading to the floor.
To give you something so valuable... You had expected to enter into a marriage out of necessity, but your new husband had no intention of ceasing his ways to win your heart.
If it's with him, maybe... just maybe...
Today is the day.
Satoru sat on his throne before his court in the grand hall of his audience chamber. His hair was pulled back, and he was dressed in his official attire, robe of silk and a crown made of pure gold.
Next to him, another resplendent crown adorned with jewels and diamonds shimmered in the lightâthe empress' crown. Your crown.
Today was the day this empire would truly acknowledge his queen. He stole a glance at you on his other side, and his breath was taken away.
With your hair tucked into an elegant updo, you were the very vision of a fairytale queen. You were incredibly stunning, almost otherworldlyâ shade of blue suited you as much as crimson did, just as he thought.
This day would go down in history. But before that, he would ensure that the news would reach Zen'in Naoya. He would spite him so hard.
"Today marks a momentous occasion. We gather here to celebrate not only my marriage and my new wife's coronation," Satoru glanced at his audience with a smirk, his expression widening as he spotted his best friends Suguru and Shoko. "But also the start of her reign... and as we know it already, her fame and beauty are second to none."
The crowd burst into giggles, clearly aware of his scandal at the Eastern Empire's courthouse. And even you smiled.
Satoru shrugged, playfully rolling his eyes. "Spare me, I'm a newlywed, after all. Anyway..." His gaze shifted to the intricate crown, a relic of his late mother's, and then back to you. "Come."
You knelt before your new husband, bowing your head. The whirlwind journey from the East, your remarriage to Satoru... It had all felt surreal until this moment. Now, the weight of reality settled upon you, almost shaking your very coreâ
But just as the thought crossed your mind, Satoru placed the crown upon your head. As the jewels settled into place and you rose to face the crowd, his voice cut through the air:
"And here I present to you, your new empress!"
The room erupted in applause, the cheers echoing around you. Everyone congratulated you without fail, and your breath was taken away.
It was a sight beyond belief, as they chanted your name, over and over againâ
âALL HAIL THE EMPRESS!â
"I have something for you!"
You wouldn't expect that you would ditch your last night of wedding celebrations along with your husband, and yet here you were, led by the hand by a very giddy Satoru.
"Where are we going?" you questioned him, your pretty dress sweeping the halls in a rush.
He turned to you to send you a wink. "Trust me, sweetheart. You'll love it."
Somehow the way he called you made your heart thump a little faster inside your ribcage. This man is really, truly, your husband now.
He was such a refreshing person, it almost made you let go of everything that molded you into the perfect empress in the east, and be just... you.
"Here." Both of you stopped in front of a grand door, and he ushered you inside. "Come, come~"
A study, you realized as you stepped inside, but then a gasp left your lipsâ
"How do you find it, hmm?" Satoru put an arm around your waist, proud of how the burgundy walls and mats enveloped the entire space, creating a tranquil sight that perfectly matched your taste.
It was so much like your private study in the Eastern Empire's palace. You might now hate that place, but your private study was filled with the memories of smiles while writing back to Satoru's letters and waiting for his cat to come. And to have this now in your new home...
"You remembered..." you looked up to him, almost tearing up.
"Of course I do," he pressed a kiss on your temple. "I said that so long as you're with me, I'll turn your dream into reality, didn't I?"
This man really treasures you, or at least that was what his actions had proven so far.
"You're everything I've ever wanted and more," Satoru said, wrapping his arms around you from behind in a warm embrace. "You might not realize it, but I've been in love with you since you first visited western lands."
"What?" you turned to him with genuine confusion. "How?"
"That blind boy who you led by the hand... he had no friends," Satoru sighed against you. "The first and only person who asked him if he was lost... is you."
Suddenly, you were thrown back in time to your first encounter with Satoru many years ago. He was known as "cursed" for being born with peculiar eyes, had been blind for a period of his childhood, before he awakened the true extent of those brilliant blue eyes and brought his clan to power by wielding them.
Back then, you thought it was wrong for him to be left alone, so you took him by the hand and escorted him back to the palace, unaware that he was the infamously cursed crown prince.
"You made me feel less lonely. And I thought then... someday, somehow... through some sort of miracle in which I regained my eyesight and could see you... I'd immediately ask for your hand."
But you were named the crown princess of the Eastern Empire. The thought of how crushed Satoru must have felt upon hearing the news pricked at your heart.
You felt soft, you felt loved, and most of all, you felt an overwhelming certainty that with this man by your side, you would finally experience the genuine love that had been missing from your life for so long.
"You have me now," you whispered in response.
Unlike your first kiss in the winery village, this time, you were the one who faced him and pulled him into a searing kiss.
Be it impulse, overwhelming feelings or something else... you didn't care. You just want him.
And wouldn't you know, your new husband... is also a wonderful, dashing lover.
"You're so... fucking beautiful..." Satoru's lips were on yours, claiming them with a fierce passion that left you breathless. His hands roamed your body, tracing each curves and lines.
You moaned into his mouth, clutching his robes. He captured your wrists with one hand, using the other to tilt your head back so he could leave bruises on your neck in the process, making you moan.
"Keep making that sound, yeah?" Satoru rasped, his hot breath giving you goosebumps. "Keep me going with your voice."
As he gripped your waist, it dawned to him once again that you were here, with him.
Seeing his colors on you ignited desire straight to his cock. His empress was stunning, more so now than ever, more than any woman Satoru had ever seen.
He led you to the bed, his movements urgent yet tender. The air was thick with desire as you lay back, pulling him down with you. You arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him, craving more.
This wasn't your first time, yet you had never been this excited before. From heated kisses until somehow managing to get rid of your underwear and left you in your dress... your body nearly thrashed in response.
"Look at you... An queen of two empires, yet rendered putty in my hands," Satoru wickedly grinned as he slipped a hand under your dress, rubbing his thumb teasingly over your clit. You let out a soft sigh at the prodding. You were getting wetter by each second... and Satoru felt his cock straining against the tight material of his dress pants.
"More..." you pleaded, arching your hips. "More...!"
Any of your wishes would be his command, so he pushed two fingers inside you at once, and you let out an erotic gasp. Satoru was so close to tearing his pants off by seeing how tight you clenched around his digits.
Breathy moans fell from your lips with each harsh brush of his thumb over your clit, his fingers fucking you fastâ
"Satoru...!" you shuddered, gripping his shoulders as you became limp and came into his hands in spurts.
"My queen..." he then captured your lips in a brash kiss, and you reciprocated it. He pulled away only to press his forehead against yours in an attempt to calm his raging heart. "No matter what."
His watery, sparkling eyes was mesmerizing to you, and you took one breath before you crashed your lips into his, tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.
"As pretty as you look in this, I'm going to take it off," Satoru murmured with a meaningful smirk, slowly undoing the laces of your dress. "I want to see you completely naked... just for me."
Soon, you laid bare, and the cold air made your body shiver. Satoru clenched his jaw tightly at the scrumptious sight.
It was almost difficult for him to take in all of you at onceâyour flushed cheeks, swollen lips, erect nipples, and legs spread wantonly for him. Satoru had been here so many times in his dreams, and to see it becoming reality...
"If back then, you had chosen me insteadâ" he sounded almost heartbroken, which startled you. "I would have treated you right from the startâ"
You looked up to him. "You would..."
"Don't you know how many years... I've been just thereâ watching you and that bastard? Knowing I can do even more than him?"
"Mhm..."
You rose, tugging him closer, before you unclasped his robe, letting it fall to the floor. "Satoru... right now... I'm yours."
He allowed you to undress him and soon he too was out of his stuffy royal attire. Your eyes wandered on each part of his body you touched. His chiseled body, snow-like skin, and then the hardened bulge that sprung out the moment you undid his pantsâ
The sight of his cock alone only turned you on even more. You gently gripped the glistening head, running a thumb over the tip before gliding your hand towards the base of his length. With a gentle rhythm, your hand moved from base to tip in a slow, teasing motion... before pecking his head.
"Yeah... you're right." His eyes never left yours, admiring you as if you were the most precious gemstone, before catching you off guard. While you rubbed him, he snaked a hand around your waist, pulling you so that you tumbled on top of him.
You moaned loudly as his cockâbig, both in length and widthâentered you, his hands gripping your thighs to spread them apart so he can shove himself deeper.
You felt so, so full, as you pulled Satoru to you tightly, groaning into his shoulder. And he started to set the pace, moving against you.
"Ahh," you moaned out shakily, fingers clawing into his back. To him, the sounds you made drew him in like a siren's song, it made him throb inside you. "Ahhâhngh!"
"Feel good?" he asked, voice sultry and deep, as he thrusted into you particularly harder, causing you to stifle a moan. "Let it outâhahâsweetheart... I want to hear you, hmm?"
And you did. You felt hot. Your unabashed, nasty sounds with each thrust drove him to the edge. With every lift of your hips, you squeezed him so tightly it almost made his head spin. His breaths came in short pants too.
"You fit me so damn well," he groaned, holding your hips hard enough to leave imprints of his fingers. "So fine..."
One woman. It took just one womanâyouâto unravel him like this.
"Satoru, harderâ" You commanded, wrapping your arms around his neck even as you trembled. "N-not enough... harder!"
He actually had to swallow, because you and your pussy felt so damn tantalizing. "As you wish, Your Majesty."
He slammed his hips against yours twiceâno, thrice the previous speed, and you incoherently squealed. The squelching sound of your hips slamming against each other, and the immense wetness coming out where you two were joined... it was clear: you were addicted.
"Did Naoya ever make you feel as good as I do you now?" he drawled, sinking into you impossibly deeper, squeezing your left mound and flicking your right nipple at the same time. "Did he... ever make you ride him like this?" And then he instantly regretted his words.
Because the moment he said that, you felt cold, reminded of nights in which Zen'in Naoya grabbed you just to forcefully breed you. You winced, and Satoru caught it.
"I..." you shifted your gaze away from him, and he could've sworn that it was sorrow he saw flashing in your pretty eyes. "I-I... don't want to talk about him..."
Feeling remorseful, Satoru reached for the back of your neck and pulled you to him, kissing your lips softly. "I'm sorryâ"
"You don't have toâ"
"Tonight, I'll make you scream my name so hard you'll forget him," he promised as he pulled away from you, his eyes darkening. "Tonight, give me everything and I'll show you how a man truly loves his woman."
And he followed through. He worshipped you meticulously, treating your body with the reverence one might bestow upon delicate glass. He peppered kisses on every inch of your skin he could reach, lips and tongue trailing down, his relentless thrusts so well-paced and brutal at the same time.
"I'mâ close!" You whimpered, and yet still grinding your hips against him. He was watching your every move, every wave of pleasure that was evident on your faceâ committing it to memory for those moments when he couldn't hold you close.
You gaspedâas a mind-blowing orgasm then ripped out of your very being, your hips faltering as you surrendered to ecstasy with a cry of his name, coming all over him. "Satoru... Satoru! Ahhh!"
And Satoru kept his gaze on your face as he too busted inside of you hard, feeling himself filling your womb with his essence, his hands kept your waist steady, memorizing the way your lips part and the way your body went limp into him with satisfaction.
Dear heavens, I love you. The sight of you was nothing but perfection, and with everything he had, he was very sincere when he saidâ
"You're flawless, sweetheart."
2 MONTHS LATER
"If you give me a son, I'll throne you as the empress right on that very day."
The Eastern Empire's palace was bustling as the royal consort's screams echoed through the halls. The day Naoya had been eagerly awaiting had arrivedâhis mistress was delivering his heir.
Yet unbeknownst to him, whispers in the dark suggested the royal baby was arriving suspiciously early. Many, still mourning the previous empress who had been dethroned so abruptly, were not exactly thrilled with this turn of events.
"My lady, just a little bit more!" the maid encouraged. Hanabi strained once again as the pain peaked and her body spasmed, letting out the loudest wail as the baby finally slid out of her.
"W-what... is it?" on the brink of passing out, Hanabi asked anyone who might hear her. She had to know, for she was so close to obtaining her throneâ
"It's a girl, my lady!" the midwife announced.
What?
Her world crumbled at that very moment. A girl? A girl can't be the heir!
She wanted to sob, to utterly mourn, and right at this moment she was full of fear, because if Naoya knewâ!
Like a curse, he suddenly made his presence known in the birthing chamber. His face scrunched in distaste at the scent of blood filling the air. He took one look at Hanabi, tearful and frazzled after the ordeal, then turned to the midwife, who was trembling at his presence.
"A baby girl, Your Majesty."
In that instant, fury flashed through him. He shot everyone in the room a glare before his eyes settled on his consort, full of spite.
"You useless tramp."
Your life with Satoru in Western Empire was wonderful.
He was everything Naoya was not. Satoru adored you, prioritized your well-being and happiness, often humored you, and made your days an endless delight.
And dare you say... you had begun to return his affections as well.
How could you not? Everything he did, he did with you in mind. He eased you into your position so seamlessly, and soon you found your place comfortably at court.
"He is mixing pleasure with his kingly duties," Suguru grumbled, watching his best friend order the gardeners to plant more blue roses simply because you mentioned finding them beautiful earlier. "Empress, you have to keep a tight grip on his leash."
"Well, at least he's happy." Shoko shrugged and nudged you. "Can't you see by now? How much of a loser he is for you?"
You did see himâa man who showed you everything he had. He had given you everything you unknowingly needed.
And you just wished... you could return the same for him. It still made you bitter, knowing you might never be able to give him heirs due to your condition.
. . .
"Sweetheart... what's on your mind, hmm?"
You looked up to him as he pressed a kiss on your cheek, an arm securely around you, sweaty and panting after your steamy session.
With his hair down and messy after you yanked him earlier, your lips curved into a genuine smile. "You look hot like this, you know?"
He clicked his tongue. "Hmm, I am, of course. But no use in changing topics, I know you well enough now."
Your bare body was pressed against his chest, fingertips tracing gentle lines on his skin.
"There's a possibility that... I can't give you any children." You almost felt ashamed saying this to him, unable to look at him in the eye. "I-I... I've failed for many yearsâ"
"Hush," he silenced you with a finger to your lips, his expression firm. "No thinking that, yeah? I don't care."
"Butâ"
"Children are gifts," he said then, caressing your face tenderly. "It's not up to us to control how it'll take or not. And I married you not because I want heirs or suchâI love you, you know?"
Your glassy eyes met his, and you willed yourself not to shed a tear.
He grinned cheekily. "Besides, you've felt it yourselfâmy sexual potency is undeniable. And I don't believe for a second, that you're what that bastard claimed you to be. I bet he's the one who is impotentâ"
"Satoru! You're so obsceneâ!" you giggled freely and poked his chest.
At that time, you were just relieved that he didn't mind. Though it was still weighing in your mind on some days, you felt a newfound sense of liberation compared to when you were still in the Eastern Empire.
But you were in for another plot twist. Perhaps Satoru is correct, and your doubts are unfounded...
"Ugh..."
Your stomach churned in discomfort, a sickening nausea that seemed to twist your insides and threaten to force its way up. This had happened for days now.
You wanted to find a physician before Satoru was aware of your state. You didn't dare to hope or speculate, because you were tired of it by this point. You just wanted clarity.
Yet, the physician's words left you speechless.
"Your Majesty... it seems that you are with child," he remarked in wonder as he assessed your vein. "Yes, definitely. You are with child."
It was a revelation you hadn't expected. For years, you had been convinced that you were unable to conceive, but now...
You were carrying a new life. Yours and Satoru's.
You felt like bursting with joy as you made your way to his study. Your heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of happiness. Above anything else, you were eager to share this news with himâ
...until everything you had known turned on its axis once again.
Right before you went past the ajar door, you saw a glimpse of your husband and his most trusted confidant, overhearing snippets of their conversation:
"Satoru, however you look at it, this is tantamount to declaring war," Suguru sighed, clearly at odds with his perspective. "It's not wise."
"We can finally put an end to them this way," Satoru's tone was steely as he moved a chess piece across the map, positioning it on the border between east and west. "No better time than now."
"The Empress will face the greatest backlash from this. They'll accuse her of being vengeful enough to provoke an attack on her home countryâ"
"On the contrary, her presence will encourage those still loyal to her to defect. That's why I have her here. We need defectorsâ"
You let out a choked gasp, backing away from the door in shock. For one good minute, you refused to comprehend what Satoru was implying.
. . .
. . .
Did your new husband... marry you for his own hidden agenda?
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