#yui;threads

[condxmnxd]

Sparring Partner: @fogsnatched / Yui Kimura

The spectral woman stands silently at the top of the stone sanctum, her eyes closed as the tattered kimono the entity had bestowed upon her flowing gently in the cool breeze. Rin opens her eyes after an explosion from a generator indicates the presence of survivors on the estate. She projects from her cold husk to the origin of the noise, finding two survivors, one taking off in the opposite direction, the other, a young speedster standing to hold her ground. The onryō's features shift to a sadistic grin as she speaks, the words pouring from her mouth like a potent venom.

"Kimura-san, are you truly willing to put yourself on the line for another's mistake?"

[artuswestwood]

location: wine fest with: @yui-amano

Although he had been the far more carefree one in past years, Yui seemed to be the more relaxed one in recent months. Even so, Artus was still the one who was interested in going to the various events around the city. It took a bit of convincing, and a lot of promising that they could leave as soon as it became overwhelming for her. In the end, he managed to win out, escorting her to the wine fest like a seasoned pro. He'd been to many different years, and each was a little different.

"You don't need to take a collar if you don't want to. I'm sure there are more than enough elves around for the vampires to get a taste from." He felt a little responsible for her, wanting to make sure she was taken care of and that she was able to enjoy the event, even if it was only a little bit. "Some people enjoy how the bite feels."

[elenaramirez]

@yui-amano//"Hey there. So sorry to bother you, but I was hoping you could help me?" Elena flashed her most charming smile as she approached the receptionist's desk. The woman behind it seemed as out of place in this town as gold trim on a saddlebag, but for now, Elena's curiosity was secondary.

"I'm looking for one of the other guests staying here. A man about," she raised her hand to indicate Iqbal's height, "this tall. Glossy black hair, bronze skin." She knew the oil tycoon had left a good fifteen minutes ago and wasn’t likely to return anytime soon, which was exactly the point.

"I think he might’ve dropped this." Lowering one hand, she held up the other at face level. As she opened her closed fist, a gold watch on a delicate chain spilled from her palm to dangle from her middle and ring finger. "Could you tell me which room he’s staying in? I’d like to return it."

[musesofthesun]

@yxllowcoat = plotted.

yui turns her flashlight's beam toward where she'd heard movement a moment prior. if it's a spirit, there's a chance they'd be stunned by light. if not that, she could at least see what would be charging her. however, she finds neither of those things. instead, the light catches yellow rubber.

...another kid?

"uh... hello." yui shuffles closer, standing on her tip toes to see what the other kid could possibly be scavenging for in the trash. "what are you doin'?"

[buddy-arc]

your best friend

[quillheel]

@buddymuses // for Yui!

the city thrummed with a heightened life.

a living, concrete thing, of pavement and movement and a kind of energy that Ryuji knows, deep down, that he must've embodied somewhere along growing up and into it. he knows it in the way his footfalls almost align with something in the solid ground, or maybe that's just a byproduct of living here the way he has, or the way that the floor of Palaces always feel warped — unreal in a way he can't describe, and often tries not to — so the ground he grew up walking became something 'other', tied into the something living that Palaces were.

he still knew the city better, a roadmap in his mind to every vein in the block & how he might've been chased down half of them, even if he didn't know most of the people that gave it that second heartbeat inside. maybe that's part of it, when finding a back exit from the school, easy to slip off when everyone knew not to bother with boys like him, that he'd stumble into — almost knock over — a kid he didn't recognize, half hidden in the space behind the school.

“Hey-! what the hell's your deal—?!” is the initial response that leaves him, mouth always faster than his mind, but the scene hits him second — the girl no older than 11 at best, 9 at worst, a stressed thing in the shadow of the building as if it was intentioned, a mother holding a panicked child under the crook of its arm in the high daylight of noon, neglectful in the preventing of the fear but oh so willing to shelter in the overwhelming of it

it'd take Ryuji time to realize that, in part, that might've been true. his good intentions genuine on the face of the cool metal fencing. you can see him backpedal on expression alone, how obvious he was, how blatant.

he felt, suddenly, like quite the jerk ; or maybe just the fool. maybe that's just what he got for being so fast on the draw.

“I mean—” mind scrambling for something, tone less harsh than before when the initial was one prepared for someone different, someone worse. maybe she got lost? she doesn't look like she's from around here, not adorned in the uniform he's so accustomed to, and in turn accustomed to breaking: why else—? “uh, sorry, didn't mean to snap, you.. alright?”

he was never really good at knowing just what to say. where was Ren when you really needed him…?

[chris-elkar]

Chris pinched his lips together. He hadn't thought much about whether people would accept what Viv was doing and their approach to the supernatural, but now he was starting to worry about what would happen if someone powerful enough disagreed with them. Still, that didn't change his determination. "I can't control whether people agree or disagree with my goals or anything we do here, but I hope they'll be willing to talk rather than resorting to violence. If the council or someone similar declares that something is off limits, I'll be disappointed but I'll abide by that decision."

It was strange for the elf to speak to someone so clearly a child of his time. The vampire was young, Yui would guess he wasn't far from his human age, and if not then at least his naivety, curiosity, and idea of the world being his to explore made him appear very young. She tried to stay open-minded during their conversation, but when Chris said that he didn't need permission to study the nervous system Yui's eyebrows shot up. "Is that so?" she asked politely, smoothening out her expression.

It appeared that her words had sparked something in the vampire, because he spoke with commendable passion. She hoped she had not upset him. Yui had finished her peach and rolled the core between her hands when she said softly smiling, "I am not here to argue. The world of science is an open-minded place, and one that I'm not so familiar with. It is not my aim to critique, only to offer a warning that the community of science is young compared to the community of the supernatural. Not everyone here shares your ideals."

[wcvensouls-archive]

        it was no secret to anyone that knew yui that she could be quite protective when it came to the women in her life, whether she knew them for years or a few days. after all, her gang had become known precisely because of it, even if she never intended for it to become something widespread. amongst the people she would look after no matter what, there was susie, someone she saw almost like the little sister she never had. like many of the people yui met, susie didn’t seem to have had the easiest life  —  and if there was anything she could do to make it even a tiny bit better, she would.

        greeting her with a smile, she reached out to lightly pat the top of her head.  “ hey there, girlie. what brings you here today?  did you drop by for a visit?  i was on my way to go get some lunch, if you haven’t eaten and would like to join me. my treat~ ”

@flametethered  :  closed starter .

[artuswestwood]

After what had happened in the spirit event, he thought she deserved some flowers and a conversation. It seemed like a situation that deserved a face to face conversation. It had been a lot of emotions and situations they hadn't been in or had previously in their interactions. Not that Artus disliked any of it. He had been thinking about the possibility of the two of them getting together, for the good of the clan and their species. If he was going to marry someone for that responsibility, he would like it if it was someone he likes, and he liked Yui.

Getting a bouquet put together for her, he brought it to her home personally. Artus was texting her earlier to ensure she was at home without asking her outright. Knocking on her door, he held the flowers up for her.

"Sorry it took so long. I figured I should make the time for us to talk. These are for you."

@yui-amano

[musesofthesun]

@collectalong = starter call...

she's been trying to find a map of this town that makes sense for the last hour. sure, she can't really read, but it would be nice if she could find some sort of "YOU ARE HERE" marking on some map... ( probably would have been better to bring one before exploring. ) yet she's passed by the same guy every time she's come around this block. this time, she stops and wanders over.

"are you okay?" yui stares up at wirt, umber eyes wide and curious. "you've been standing here for a while."

[musesofthesun]

it's a few long minutes of silence before anything happens again. yui shifts to nuzzle against kotori more, then pulls back a bit. she's been doused in a feeling of comfort that is lingering like a constant embrace. a small smile graces her face in contrast to how her eyes are a bit puffy with barely restrained tears.

"you give really nice hugs." yui softly observes. "thank you... for doing all this. you didn't get all upset when i said something... thanks."

part of her desperately wants to shift the focus onto kotori, but the other part of her wants to simply bask in the fact she is receiving attention and consoling. a twinge of guilt tugs at her heart. she ignores it. yui draws away finally, scratching at her ear with her hand akin to how a dog does with its foot. she shakes herself off, then timidly looks at her feet. she fiddles with her hands.

"...do you, um, wanna go get some bubble tea with me? i have some spare yen."

Kotori is surprised by how strong Yui is in that hug, but that doesn't matter. She rubs the younger girl's back as she holds her, hoping that it would give her some level of comfort. The mist doesn't matter. Whatever everyone else thought of Yui didn't matter. Right now, Kotori just wants to see her safe, and the closest thing to happy that she can get her to.

Whatever that girl's mother had done to her, however she'd made her feel, she can only hope it doesn't matter for now.

"There's nothing to be sorry for," Kotori replies, her voice quiet and even-toned, to a point that she hopes that it's soothing. "Just take your time, we can stay here as long as you'd like." She doesn't have anywhere else to go, and even if she did it didn't matter. She'll stay as long as Yui wants her to be here.

And maybe things wouldn't be perfect afterward, maybe Yui wouldn't take anything that she'd said to heart. But it's about baby steps. It's about Yui starting to care for herself more, little by little, until she hopefully realizes that there are people out there who truly love her.

[buddy-arc]

📖 pspspspsps. you know. The Girls......

journal entries…

… last night, i had a sleepover with haru. we stayed up a bit later than normal, playing games and talking about things. she’s never had a pet, ever. no wonder she’s unsure around kuro and chaco! i need to make sure that she feels safe and protected by the boys. i think kuro has adopted her already because he’s always keeping an eye on her and likes to try to lick her face. he even whines at me when she has to leave. me too, kuro.

on the other hand, chaco is just a puppy. he likes haru, but he doesn’t know a lot yet. the first thing i’ll teach him is that if someone yells at haru, he should yell back! that way i’ll know if someone’s being rude to her. plus, chaco has the mightiest bark! haru will feel super safe when he’s around. oh, and if chaco gets off his leash again, he’ll go right to haru’s place to check on her. i’ll know exactly where he is: taking care of haru for me when i’m not there! it’s foolproof!

[the-aisei-cousins]

Promo: Murder and Thread

Here are Yolei's and Yoshino's Characters Files

...

A black screen appears as the voice of a girl can be heard.

"Hey Yo- Aaa! Why are you covered in blood!?"

"Hey Yoshino! I just got back from a killing Spree~"

The second girl giggles as the camera went on. It showed two teenage girls. One in what seems to be a black maid Uniform covered in blood. She had long dark purple hair in a braid. She had black tinted glasses and freckles on her face and the back of her hands. She smiled for a bit until she noticed the camera.

"What's up with the camera?"

She looks back at the other girl. The other one had long wavy mint hair with one small piece of it braided. She was wearing a cute white dress with a green vine pattern on the bottom of it and a part of her sleeves. Her sleeves were laced up together up to the halfway point and she had a pretty blue corset on with lace up blue short boots. She stocking where white and had the same vine pattern, but it was though out the shocking.

Both girls had the same body type, same fair skin, and the same bright pink eyes. The mint hair girl smiles.

"Oh, I thought we do a blog like Irofuka suggested to meet some more people."

"Well, if Milord suggested it then let's do it!"

The mint hair girl drops a sweat before turning to the camera.

"My name is Yoshino Aisei and this is my cousin, Yolei Aisei"

Yoshino gestured to Yolei.

"Nice to meet you all. I'm the Ultimate Spree Killer."

"Why did you say that part!? What if the police finds out!?"

"They can't do anything. As long as I have my Ultimate Title, they can't arrest me. Heck, I could even kill them and get away with it!"

"...don't mind her, she just got done with her killing spree. She will be like this for a few minutes or an hour. A-anyways, I'm the Ultimate Seamstress. Please ask us questions or just talk to us."

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[wcvensouls-archive]

       survivors didn’t always return to the bonfire in the best of shapes after a trial. they might be alive against all odss, but that didn’t mean there weren’t any scars  —  both in their bodies and minds. some trials just seemed to go wrong in every possible way  ( such as the last one yui had gone through )  but she was a strong one  —  or at least she tried to be, knowing there would be no point in allowing despair to get the best of her.

        and a couple of hours sitting by the bonfire next to kate was everything she needed to recharge her energies, before inevitably being dragged to yet another one of those sick trials. upon spotting a ray of sunlight amidst the survivors, yui couldn’t help smiling and immediately making her way to her.  “ ah, there is my princess. i was hoping i’d find you here. ”

@flametethered  :  closed starter .

[kazeofthemagun]

Japan, huh? That made sense. Thankfully, the junction to Earth remained wide open - it was simply a matter of finding it.

Which was.. less than simple, but could be done.

The child's gaze seemed unable to settle, shy upward glances here and there interrupted by periods of staring at her feet. She excavated her voice with effort - he didn't damage her neck, did he?

The Gun Beast seemed intent to hunt, especially when she averted her eyes. It made her look like prey, but the Weapon and all its instincts were his to control.

"Your friend? Also from Japan?" The Wind questioned further - it was common for groups of people to end up in Wonderland together. The strength of bonds at play, perhaps? Something Chaos could sense and exploit. Not good.

Plus, if the friend she was speaking of was the one he had encountered earlier... both were more and less than human, intertwined with spirits greater than themselves...

"...Kotori?" He offered the name, observing the girl's reaction intently.

she has never been here before, but the way the man phrases it unsettles her further. yui seems to shrink in on herself, not having calmed down by any degree. her legs are tensed to spring, posture ready to lower, breathing and heart rates heightened considerably. she's used to being hunted, albeit probably not for whatever reasons this man has.

( her neck is still sore. )

"japan," she squeaks out, torn between being respectful--diverting her gaze--or being cautious in keeping her eyes on him at all times. "m-my friend vanished, and i... don't remember how i got here, but i know she came through here. i h-have to find her... i'm s-sorry if i'm trespassing."

[mavrintarou]

Lord Gojo Satoru [1]

Hi All, hope you all have been well. I'm going through a writer's block for Toru & Mateo. Bear with me. In the meantime, I can distract you with Lord Gojo #hearteyes

Lord Series masterlist

Part two

Warning: angst, violence (TW: description about past physical abuse Y/n suffered through), smut (18+)

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Lord Gojo Satoru tossed the last scroll into the flame, destroying the evidence of details about the last remaining elder.

Satoru was known as the young Lord who rosed into his high position by diminishing the elders of his clan.

He was now the head of the Gojo clan.

He now reigns over the clan and will rise to make changes to his desires.

. .

“You must consider marriage and make haste to produce an heir, my Lord!”

Rolling his eyes, Satoru looked out the window, ignoring what the clan members he had chosen were saying.

Approaching the age of 27, he knew he could no longer delay marriage and the prospect of producing an heir. His only challenge was that he found none of the recommended ladies to be deserving of a significant role.

The only woman Satoru has ever believed to fit the role of being his wife and the mother of his children was the very one that he could not have. 

Yet.

As soon as she is found, he will bring her back to his kingdom.

“Any news on her?”

They did not need to ask who he meant, everyone knew he was looking for Y/l/n Y/f/n.

Gojo Satoru has sent special men to search for the woman who has occupied his heart, mind, and soul.

The eleven members glanced nervously amongst each other before one finally replied, “no, my Lord. We will continue to keep searching for her.”

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Y/n turned her head towards the breathless maid running towards her. “Yuko, what is the matter?”

The young maid whom Y/n had watched grow up from a little girl stopped in front of her, leaning against her for support as she tried to catch her breath. “Y/n, someone is looking for you!”

Frowning, Y/n asked, “me? Who?”

Yuko shrugged her shoulders, “I was running errands for our Lady when I heard many talk about the new Lord who has announced a reward if anyone knew any information about…” she paused and looked around before whispering, “Y/l/n Y/f/n.”

Y/n was under a new name given to her by her new house, Yui. She has been using the name Yui for six years. Yuko only knew of her birth name by overhearing a conversation between her mother and Y/n.

Yuko pulls out a heavily folded-up piece of paper, handing it to Y/n. “I took this off the pillar.”

Y/n’s eyes widen when it’s a drawing of her.

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Y/n served her Lady her evening tea. She bowed her head, bidding her Lady a good night but before she could exit her chamber, her name was called.

“Yuko, you may leave but Yui, please stay for a moment. I have something to discuss with you.”

Y/n nodded her head at Yuko, sliding close the door after her.

Lady Komatsu gestured to the spot across from her.

With carefulness, Y/n set her cane down and was about to lower herself onto the cushion on the floor when she was stopped. “Please, have a seat beside me.”

Taking a seat on the soft couch across from her lady, Y/n quietly asked, “what is it, my Lady?”

Lady Komatsu has been nothing but kind to Y/n, taking her in and generously treating her like a family rather than a maid.

“It has brought to my attention that…” she sighs softly, “someone is looking for you.”

She knew of Y/n’s real identity.

Looking up, Y/n inquired, “do you know… who?”

“Lord Gojo Satoru.”

Y/n’s breath hitched, she was sure it was him but a part of her hoped it was not.

“That was the previous family you served, is that correct?”

Nodding her head, “yes, that is correct. He is the young master.”

“Who is now the head of the Gojo clan.”

Y/n’s eyes widen at the news. Satoru couldn’t have become the head of the clan yet, his father and the other elders…

“He is searching for you…” Lady Komatsu raised a brow at her, “my next question is, do you want to be found?” She threaded her fingers together and placed them on her lap. “If you do, I will release you. If you do not… I will turn a blind eye and not know who this Y/l/n Y/f/n is.”

.

Y/n rubs the achiness in her right knee. Even after almost ten years, the pain would linger now and then…

Reminding her of her place.

Reminding her of her status.

That she was merely a maid for the Gojo house and falling in love with the young master Gojo Satoru was forbidden.

Horrific memories came flooding back as she shut her eyes tightly.

Beaten and bruised Satoru stood before her.

He smiled softly at her even with a swollen and broken lip. “Y/n…”

They both knew their love for each other would never flourish with their different statuses.

Y/n has tried many times to cut it off, to destroy their sad and pathetic love.

Her request to be relocated to a different Gojo site was approved. On the day of her relocation, Satoru caused a predicament and enough was enough from his father.

Y/n cried and tried to pull away from the guards as the other guards beat the young master in front of her.

“Heed this warning, Satoru,” his father gripped the chin of his son, “know your place.” He points a finger at the guards holding Y/n down.

It took Y/n by surprise, the next thing she knew, she was writhing in pain on the ground. She gasped loudly, clenching her teeth as she gripped her right leg. Her knee was bent awkwardly, blood began seeping through her kimono.

Satoru screamed Y/n’s name, trying to crawl towards Y/n but a heavy weight held him down by the back of his neck.

With one foot pressing down on his son,  he looks down at his son with cold hard eyes, “this is all your doing, Satoru. Next time,” his tone is icy, “it won’t end with just a broken knee.”

That was the last time they saw each other. Y/n was moved to an unknown location, sold, and served under a different master and family.

It has been six years and she couldn’t deny the knowledge of hearing him search for her after all these years.

But why?

“If you do, I will release you. If you do not… I will turn a blind eye and not know who this Y/l/n Y/f/n is.”

Y/n closed her eyes.

“Can I have some time to think about this?” she asked after a few minutes.

“Of course, think about it.” Lady Komatsu smiled, “I want you to be happy, Y/n.”

Can she truly be happy?

What was Lord Gojo’s motives?

.

Weeks passed and rumors continued that a young Lord was looking for a woman.

Locals have all turned down when being asked because only very few have ever seen Y/n and are aware that she is assigned to the Komatsu house. Maids leaving the compound were restricted and only a few were assigned to be the designated one to run errands outside the compound.

Y/n was serving her lady their afternoon tea when loud commotions were coming from outside.

“I’ll go check,” Y/n assured, setting the kettle down.

She hurried out to the corridor and froze.

Standing no more than twenty feet in front of her is Lord Gojo Satoru.

His eyes trail down to the cane she used for years. He swallows the lump in his throat and looks at Y/n in the eyes once more.

“My… Lord,” she barely whispered against the wind.

He stood before her in a blink of an eye, he closed the last remaining distance between them. His long arms wrapped around her frame, holding her close.

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“Come with me,” Satoru squeezed her hands firmly, he had not been able to let go of her since he touched her. “Come home with me,” he pleaded softly. He looked across at Lady Komatsu and turned his body. “Please, allow Y/n to leave with me. I will compensate for the time you’ve taken care of –“

Lady Komatsu held a hand up, silencing Satoru. “You will not need to, Lord Gojo.” She looks over at Y/n, who is still looking down at hers and Satoru’s hands. “If Y/n wishes to leave with you, I will release her.”

Y/n lifts her head and at Lady Komatsu, her eyes brimmed with tears. “I do, I want to leave with… Satoru.” She turned her gaze to Satoru’s crystal blue eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks, “I want to go home with you.”

.

Satoru watched as Y/n strolled through the compound she had once called home, a place filled with both beautiful and painful memories. It was where their love had initially blossomed and later suffered.

The place where they last encountered years ago has undergone a beautiful transformation into a flower garden, adoring exclusively with her favorite flowers. He made sure only her favorite flowers bloomed there.

He could not see her face, but he knew the painful memories of that day were replaying in her head. Taking a few strides, Satoru hugged her tightly from behind. His left hand moved to cover her eyes, “I cannot erase that moment from your life, but what I can do and I promise you, I will create new moments to overcome them so that you will never have to fear it anymore.” He felt her tears against his palm and he slowly moved his hand away. “I have planted all your favorite flowers, see how it’s blooming for you… each time it withers at the end of each season and blooms at the beginning of the new season… it is a means of new life and starting over…” Satoru turned her around and tilted her chin upward. “It is a new season, Y/n. Please, start over with me?”

Y/n gazed longingly into his beautiful eyes. She reached up to cup his cheeks, her thumbs rubbing his cheekbones. She still could not believe that he was in front of her. “Satoru…”

Satoru gazes longingly at Y/n, “let us start again, together, with no one to interfere with our love.” The spark in her eyes turned into pain and sadness. He frowned, “do – do you not want to start again?”

“We are too different, my Lord.”

His light blue eyes darkened. All his life, he had only ever loved Y/n, yet everyone, Y/n including now, always told him they were different. “How? You are a human just like me? Are you not?”

His breath hitched when she pulled away from him, taking a step back. “You know how, my Lord. We are from different statues.” Her head bows, “you know clearly how it will not work for us.”

“Then why did you agree to come home with me?” He gritted through his teeth. He sees her flinch and he takes a step back, releasing a deep breath while running a hand through his hair.

Her sharp inhale before she spoke, “forgive me, my Lord. I was selfish and greedy at that moment and acted without the right mind. If – if you want to send me back I will gladly return.” She bowed.

Satoru closed his eyes and exhaled quietly. He opened his eyes, they were hard and cold, “look at me Y/n.”

She straightened her posture and looked straight ahead, but not at him. He found no light in her eyes like he did before.

A low growl rumbles from his chest before he tugs her swiftly into his embrace, locking his arms tightly around her. He won’t let her go. If he has to chain her by his side for the rest of his life, he will.

“I don’t care about our status. I love you,” he emphasized the three last words. He pulled away abruptly and cupped Y/n’s face to force her to look straight into his eyes, “I love you, Y/n.” His large hands gently tighten around her head, emphasizing his words. “I. Love. You. You, Y/n.” Satoru’s eyes softened and their touch lightened, “I have loved you for a long time and all these years.”

Y/n shut her eyes, tears spilled down her cheeks. “Satoru…” she wept quietly, “can you love someone like me? I am damaged.”

“Nonsense,” he growled, “you are not damaged at all.” Satoru was aware of the societal stigma associated with a woman perceived as ‘damaged’. Society would label her as such because of the limp she now bears.

“I am selfish,” Satoru whispered. “I am the reason why you now bear this limp for the rest of your life and I should do the right thing and let you go,” his fingers brushed her hair behind her ear, “but I cannot.”

“No my Lord – “

“But it is my life and my heart that I will offer to you,” his eyes stared deeply into her soft hazel ones, “I will give you everything I own, everything I possess,” he wiped her tears away, “so please, be with me. Stay with me. You are all I want. What I need to live.” He pressed her palm to his lips, “marry me, be my Lady, Lady Gojo.”

Y/n shut her eyes, tears rolled down her cheeks before she let out a soft sigh. She opened her eyes, and this time, they filled with hope, “you still wish to marry me even though I have no family and dowery to offer to you?”

“Yes. I have everything for us,” his blue eyes twinkle brightly. “You only need me and I only need you.”

She smiled, “yes, I only need you. I would love to marry you, my Lord.”

. .

“What are you doing?”

Y/n froze as she poured water to fill the tub. “I am getting the bath ready?” She answered warily, she wasn’t sure why the head maid was stunned.

Sumiko quickly marched forward and gently took the bucket out of her hands, “my Lady, if Lord Gojo hears about you getting your own bath ready he will fire us all.” With a hand motion, four other maids entered the bathroom and began filling the tub with hot water. “I understand you have done this all your life but starting now, it will be far different. You must let us know and we will prepare it for you.”

Y/n nodded speechless as Sumiko guided her to the living room, “please wait here, my Lady. Give us five more minutes, we will have your bath ready.”

“Of course,” Y/n waited patiently until a voice informed her that her bath was ready.

Y/n was amazed that within five minutes they were able to fill the large tub with water and added essential oil that calmed the air in the room.

Putting her cane aside, she began to undress before entering the tub. Releasing a gentle sigh, she lowered herself further into the water until she was completely submerged.

Emerging slowly above the water’s surface, she gasped at the sight of Satoru standing before her, naked.

She gawked at his toned chisel body before looking away, cheeks reddening. Her arms crossed over her chest. She looked up at him again when he moved to step into the tub, her eyes catching a glimpse of his manhood, semi-erect. “My – my Lord…”

Satoru submerged himself up to his chin and moved towards her until he was in front of her. “Satoru.”

Y/n avoided his eyes, “o – okay…”

His lips curve upward, “say it.”

She looked into his eyes, confused.

“Say my name, Y/n.”

“S – Satoru…”

“Again.”

“Satoru.”

“Again.”

“Satoru. Gojo Satoru.” Y/n growled slightly frustrated at his persistent requests.

Satoru let out a chuckle, “that is all you can call me.”

“Don’t tease me,” she murmured, looking away.

Sitting down, Satoru grabs her legs and puts them on his lap. “But you look so adorable fluttered.” He grabbed her right foot and began massaging it. His grip tightened when she tried to pull away. “Relax, Y/n…”

She bit her lower lip and stopped struggling. “I’m – I’m not used to this…”

“Not used to what?” His thumb pressed into the arch of her foot and smiled when she let out a soft and quiet moan. “Not used to being pampered?”

“Y – yes…” she nodded, “having… things done for me… it is weird, my L – Sa – Satoru…”

A smile tugs the corner of his lips, “well, get used to it my love, you are my queen and you deserve to be treated like one.” His fingers shifted to her ankle and then her calf, and slowly his fingers reached the scar. He heard Y/n’s sharp inhale. “I was stripped away from you, I was weak then and could not protect you…” his thumb rubbed the long scar. “I am sorry.” He lifted her knee gently above the water and for the first time, he was able to see the horrendous scar. “If only…” his voice croaked, “if only you received the best care…” then you wouldn’t have a limp now, Satoru swallowed the rest of his words in silence, pressing his forehead against her knee. “Nothing will ever harm you again, I promise. I’ll protect you.”

A small hand lifted his head, “I believe you.”

Like a puppy, Satoru leaned into her palm. “I have waited for a long time to be with you again, I won’t ever let anyone take you away from me.” He moved closer to kiss her lips softly.

Y/n cupped his face, bringing him closer.

Satoru shifted over to situate himself in between her legs, his fingers tracing along her inner thigh until they reached her sacred moist spot. The tip of his fingers tickled her folds, his eyes on her, attentive to her reactions.

She let out a soft sigh, one of her hands trailing down his arm and to the hand waiting for her permission. She peered up at him at the same time as she guided his finger to slip past her folds. Her breath hitched at the intrusion but he continued to push his finger deeper inside her.

His heart beat loudly and rapidly as her warm and soft walls clenched around his finger tightly. Instantly, his cock became erect, begging to replace his finger.

Y/n’s soft whimpers encouraged him to pump his finger faster until he was easily slipping one finger through her tight hole, he added another finger. “Am – am I the first to touch you like this?”

“Yes. Yes, Satoru…” she confirmed, easing his anxiety away. “You – you are the only one I’ve ever wanted…”

His crystal blue eyes gleamed, and she left him speechless. She could make him weak to his knees for her.

His fingers continued to thrust in and out of her, her whimpers gradually turned into moans echoing softly throughout the bathroom. He pressed down on her clit, circling the needy nub until she trembled under his touch.

Her small body curled up, eyes shut tightly as her small hands covered her mouth to prevent her moans from leaking.

Satoru chuckled lightly to himself, finding her adorable.

Very gently, he withdrew his fingers and let out a shaky breath.

“Y/n,” he called her name in a pleading tone, she opened her eyes and stared into his darker blue eyes. Her eyes drop down, seeing his other hand fisting and stroking his hard cock. “Give me your permission, Y/n. Permit me to take you, and make you mine?”

Without hesitating, she nodded, “yes, Satoru – my body is yours…”

Satoru’s radiant smile caused Y/n’s heart to flutter; in her eyes, he was the most captivating man.

“I have been waiting for this moment and I cannot wait a second longer.” Satoru easily lifted her out of the water, stepping out of the tub. He set her down on her feet, an arm wrapped around her waist as he reached for her yukata and helped her slip it on. Once it was in place, Satoru swept her off her feet, carrying her like a child in the crook of his arm.

“S – Satoru!” Y/n exclaimed, wrapping her arm tightly around his neck. It shocked her that he could carry her with just one arm.

Without covering himself, he walked down the hall naked until he stopped in front of a door. “This is our room.”

Y/n gasped at the size of it, it was a large room filled with decorations and furniture. Against the wall was a platform bed.

“But we aren’t married yet?”

Laying her down in the middle of the bed, Satoru hovers over her, “we will soon. As soon as I can orchestrate it. I don’t want to wait another second without you being where you belong, in my arms every day and night.” He brought her hand up to his lips, pressing her knuckles to his lips. “I know I am being greedy, but please, don’t deny me.”

Y/n’s lips curve into a smile, “how can I? I could never refuse you before, how could I now?”

His head rests against hers as he closes his eyes and murmurs, “I can’t believe you’re really in front of me.”

Y/n’s nose intimately brushes his, “I can’t believe it either… it has been so long…”

The second Satoru opened his eyes again, they were once dark and filled with lust. His hand loosens her yukata, revealing her beauty. He first pecks her lips, chin, and chest before stopping at the valley of her breast. Both his hands grasp her bosom, groping them.

Y/n’s legs widen to accommodate his body, she gasped each time she felt something graze her sensitive clit. “’Toru…”

He missed his name as he was distracted by her perky dark pink nipples. Unable to decide which one he should first suckle, he opted for the left side first.  He had been dying to taste her small nipples the moment he saw them during their bath.

Satoru moaned, swirling his tongue against it. He peered up, watching her face twist in pleasure.

Y/n whimpered when he shifted to the other nipple, she couldn’t believe how turned on she felt just from him suckling her bosom like a baby.

An image of a baby, with platinum white hair and blue eyes appeared before her imagination, her heart wanting nothing more.

“’Toru…” Y/n implored, “g – give me a baby… put a baby in me – please?”

When Satoru’s eyes bulged, Y/n felt foolish at her request. She looked away, hiding her face. “Ignore my request…”

Her eyes widened when she felt something push in between her legs, push into the passage where his fingers were thrusting in and out of moments ago. This time, it was of something bigger and thicker.

“Shh,” Satoru purred, slowly inching his cock deeper into her pussy. His body tensed at her tightness, thinking he had loosened her up enough to accommodate his cock.

He nearly lost his control at her request to put a baby in her. If he was honest with himself, the idea of children wasn’t on his mind. For several years, all he wanted was just to reunite with his love once again. To hear her innocent request, he was willing to oblige. He will give her as many of his children as she wants.

Satoru groaned when he could no longer push further into her pussy, she had taken all of him, just as she was meant to. He glanced between their now sweaty bodies, they were one, a unity. “Haa,” he choked, he shifted his weight to his elbows and knees so he would squish her. She was so tiny compared to him. Staring down at her, his whole body dwarfed hers.

He let out a husky chuckle, “my love, you humor me. You say that it is too early to share a room because we are not married yet but you request for me to put a baby in you…”

“Don’t – don’t tease me,” Y/n stammer, blushing. “Oh – Satoru… you’re – you’re so big…” her nails dug into the skin of his arms. She has been educated that the first time being intimate would bring discomfort but with time, it would bring nothing but pleasure. Letting out a deep breath, she relaxed her body the best she could. She looked into his dark eyes, “I love it…”

Satoru’s ears were ringing as he tried to control his urge to thrust. He was nearly coming undone at just being inside of her alone, he didn’t know how much longer he could hold off once she allowed him to move. “Love – love what?”

“I love how you feel… inside me,” she rested a hand against her bulging abdomen. “Here… I can feel you here.”

“Oh, Y/n…” Satoru groaned. “Please… let me move…” he begged.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, “do as you wish.”

Satoru kept a steady slow pace at first, giving her time to adjust to his movements. He was attentive to her moans and the way her body reacted before speeding up his hips.

The room filled with their sweaty skin slapping skin.

“Going to fill you up… fill you with my seed… give you my heir…” Satoru whispered hotly into her ear. His arms slipped behind her back, hugging her close as he neared his orgasm.

“Yes! Yes, Satoru!” Y/n chanted, widening her legs so he could impale her deeper.

Satoru’s body anchored her petite one down as his lower region was the only part pounding deeply inside her. The bed rocked with his hard and heavy thrusts.

“Ah,” they gasped in unison.

Lifting Y/n upward, he settled her on his lap, still embedded deeply inside her. She clung on to him while his cock continued to convulse.

Her head buried into his chest, she mumbled something he couldn’t understand.

“Hmm, what did you say?”

She lifted her head, her face flushed from their passionate lovemaking. “It was amazing…”

Satoru let out a laugh, Y/n joining him with her giggles. “I’m glad… you enjoyed it. There will be plenty more of it…”

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E/N: This is going to be literally porn with a plot.

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