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my-love-is-sunlight · 2 days

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Takes two to tango

Law x fem!reader

Warnings: SFW very feminine reader all dressed up using fem adjectives and such

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: In which Law meets you at a gala

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Fuck

Is all The Captain of the Heart Pirates can think of when he spots you form the other side of the gathering

Law had planned this strike for weeks. You were a really infamous informant amongst the pirates of the grand line, and he needed information that by no doubt you possessed. When he heard about your probable attendance to this stupid gala he knew this was his last chance for him to get closer to you and maybe, you’ll be benevolent enough to gift him the precious information he needed so desperately

But it wasn’t part of the plan for you to be so damn beautiful

As handsome and determined as he felt, The Surgeon of Death now finds himself a nervous wreck, butterflies going wild in his stomach and a tremble in his movements, his face coloring red and warmth irradiating from his cheeks. You had an enchanting aura that had him itching to be anywhere near you, get closer to admire your sparkling eyes adorned by a dark liner making your gaze sharp, your soft hair sitting in the frame of your face alike a porcelain doll; he’d pay any berry to hear your laugh, he bets its just delightful, mixing with the warm low lights of the place and your confident presence alongside the crowd that had long faded when he saw you. The dress hugged your figure in all the perfect ways, matching with your dark lipstick on your plump lips that made you look like an empress of the sea, you looked otherworldly, a dazzling starlet, absolutely stunning

He was running out of words to describe you as he admired you from afar

Law curses once again, his confidence leaving his body as he finds the will to just go and speak to you without stuttering or combusting

Suddenly you are on the move, walking towards the champagne table that was conveniently situated just besides Law’s. Before he stands up, he spots Penguin and Bepo making a thumbs up and smiling encouragingly some tables in front of his, he sighs and just goes for it, how hard could this be anyway?

Before he can even say hello, he hears a giggle scape your dark lips alongside a smirk

“Well, well, well if it isn’t Trafalgar Law” he freezes, breath hitching caught redhanded as you turn his way, gazes meeting and Law swears he has died and gone to haven when he gets your attention. You stay ogling each other as you sip on your drink, he seems to have forgotten how to talk or form any thought, remaining spell bound

You step closer and closer, stopping just when your mouth meets one of his ears “What do you want, Captain?”

A shiver runs up and down his spine electrifying his tall form, you take a step back and smirk at the flushed pirate, he clears his throat as he pulls his suit in place

“Didn’t knew I was being that obvious” you laugh and he can’t help the pride that swirls in his chest at the thought of him being the reason for your heavenly laugh echoing through the room

“Word says you’ve been looking for me… what’s got you so desperate?” In a sly move you hand him your drink before slipping away between the tables and the ton. He sets it down in a hurry, his feet move faster than his mind and suddenly he has you by your wrist pulling you closer to the dance floor, prying eyes and whisperings all around you

“Guess now we gon’ have to dance”

Everything blurred the moment you pulled Law closer to you and swayed around the rhythm of the piano and violins. Your expensive perfume, soft touches, the sound of your heels clicking and your jewelry tickling invaded his senses, he didn’t even knew how to dance but suddenly that didn’t mattered anymore. The doctor followed your steps all around the dance floor like a moth to a flame, his golden eyes burning trough you. When your face’s would be just too close you’d smile before pulling away in a spin, teasing the poor Captain

And he was eating it up

Time flew by as he got lost in the music and the excellent company, as you spin around yet again, in the corner of his eye he sees Bepo making confusing signs and moving his paws frantically to make him look. He comes back to himself and in a sudden brave move he presses your body againts his, hand on your waist firmly staring at your orbs hoping you’ll freeze, to his luck you do

For the first time in the night he can feel you tense against his touch, your eyes open wide but not opposing to the gesture

“I’m here on business” Law whispers but keeps his tone stern enough, swaying both of you out of the center of the room

“Too bad, would’ve love a drink with you Mr. Trafalgar” you look up to his now serious face making you pout, hesitant you sit at the nearest table sighing as he does the same

“You’re not easy to find”

“And I would like it to stay that way” you scan the room, taking note of the mink and the man with a hat glancing your way, silently planning on your fastest escape, locating the exits

Law extends you a bag with berry before he asks the information he had been looking for, and you oblige

To his surprise you didn’t seemed to want to hide or keep anything he may need to yourself, making the conversation way more easy to navigate. After you answer all of his questions and he’s about to get up the table, you grab his tattooed hand, depositing the berry bag on it and closing it back

“Keep it handsome - you wink.- consider this a favor” It had been long when you learned to never owe or trust a pirate, but you needed an excuse to see him again

If there was a god, Law would be in debt with them forever for making you so bold. Now he was graced with your hands on his and your longing gaze praying he’d catch up, and he did almost immediately, reading the want behind your touches and gazes and he can’t help but to smirk at the fact

Torturously slowl, he lowers his lips to grasp your ear mimicking your action from moments prior, loving the intoxicating sensation “Trust me I’d be keeping that favor sweetheart, thank you” and you let go

You part ways for the night but best believe, you would remain engrained on that mans mind until you see each other again and he prays is sooner than later

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Idk what possessed me I enjoyed it tho

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notsunnyowo · 4 hours

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In love with you - Gojo Satoru

Word Count: 313

Pairing: Lovestruck! Gojo Satoru x Female! Reader

Content: Fluff, Female Reader (AFAB), Gojo being absolutely smitten by reader

Lovestruck! Gojo who thinks of you a 24/7. You're always on his mind no matter what he's going. Going to the store? He's immediately asking himself if you'd like the sweets he's planning on buying. Out on a dangerous mission, fighting off curses? - He's wondering what you're doing right now. Were you also perhaps thinking about him? He certainly hopes so.

Lovestruck! Gojo who can't wait to return home to you. He doesn't know how he'd managed to survive for so long without having someone to look forward to when coming back home from an exhausting mission. But there you always were. Patiently waiting for him to come back, and then greeting him with gentle and loving kisses.

Lovestruck! Gojo who loves to cuddle up into your petite figure whenever the two of you are sprayed out on the couch, watching one of your favorite shows. He doesn't even pay attention to the show you seem to be so invested in, much rather preferring to look at your pretty face. He swears no sight is as beautiful as it.

Lovestruck! Gojo who lives for the sleepy, and oh-so-gentle morning kisses the two of you share each and every day once the two of you wake up from your slumber. The feeling of your soft lips pressed against his own has his heart fluttering like a smitten teenager.

Lovestruck! Gojo who loves everything about you. From your adorable smile, to the way his name rolls off your tongue with practiced ease. He just has so much love inside him and wants nothing more that to give it all to you. His love is all yours after all, and so is he. Both body and soul

Lovestruck! Gojo who knows that he's made the right decision when he kneels down in front of you on one knee and asks for your hand in marriage.

Author Note:

Just finished reading way too much angst and needed some fluff to get my spirits back up, and so we're here- YvY

Anyways- I hope you enjoyed reading this one-shot as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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eudaimonia83 · 3 days

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Everyone who was requesting Feral Elain, here you go. 😅 Don’t judge me too harshly on this, bc it’s an upcoming chapter of a long-form fic and hasn’t undergone any real editing. There are also some references that might be unclear, as this chapter is a ways down the line. But if you have read my fic The Gift (on AO3) you have most of the background info.

Basic details: Lucien has just escaped from being held prisoner under the Hewn City with his powers suppressed. He was jailed for allowing Elain to escape…which she has just discovered. And she is, naturally, deeply unhappy about this. 😈

Tag as requested: @lorcandidlucienwill @mr-agent-mulder

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His wrists. What had happened to his wrists?

She stared numbly at the puckered, darkened skin that bracketed his hands, scabbing over as his healing finally began to return…his tender, beautiful hands that touched her with such gentleness, such affection…

“What is that?” She couldn’t keep a tremor out of her voice. Steady, steady. Be calm. She knew this feeling now; the sick coiling in her veins, around her heart, rustling through her brain.

He glanced down, tearing his eyes from her face with a physical wrench. “It’s only a scar. I’ve got plenty of them, remember?” He turned his hands over and squeezed hers, so gently, so kindly.

A scar. But from what…?

“What kind of scar?” Her voice only barely escaped past the lump in her throat; she could barely hear it over this singing, this thrumming in her blood. It was hot and deadly cold. The strength of anger, with the ice of…revenge. Leaves curled around her ears, tendrils winding through her hair.

He looked up at her again. “Please, Blossom. Don’t be angry with me. I tried to get away, to get back to you. But I couldn’t.”

He did not understand, how did he not understand? He thought she was angry with him…

She swallowed hard, then brought one of his hands up to her face and dragged her lips over his wrist, trying to mimic the gentleness he’d shown her that night, that sweet night that was both their first and last, before he’d sent her away and the long hand of darkness had reached out to grasp him and hold him…hold him…

The True Sight bubbled up inside her like a hot spring, filling her eyes and tearing her heart to pieces. Lucien, her Lucien, limp on the stone floor of a cell, drenched in a sticky, purulent substance. No light to see by. No warmth to envelop him. No comfort, from her or anyone else. Lost in the cold, and the dark. Why did he not summon his fire, that spirit that breathed inside him like coals, that had kept him alive and protected his kind heart through so much before this? She didn’t know if she said it aloud, but she screamed to that limp body on the floor, stay alive. Stay alive, no matter what occurs. Bring your flame to bear, and I will avenge you, I swear it…

But he just lay there, breaths shallow and broken, his hands…his wrists…bound to the wall…

She leapt up, the vision melting like smoke, only to see his wide eyes before her.

“They bound you?” Her voice did not sound like hers. What writhed underneath it?

He nodded, pushing himself up on the cot to a sitting position. “I knew they would. It was only a matter of how.”

“How, then?” She squeezed her fist at her side. The earth would fill their mouths and choke their cries, drag them into its depths and bind their very skeletons to the rocks that made its own bones…

He hung his head. “I was shackled, with Hybernian stone, I think. They put faebane on me too, before the chains. Not as I knew it, either — a sort of paste. Perhaps it concentrates its effects that way. I only recognized its scent.”

“So you couldn’t break out.” Or use his fire to stay warm.

“I was more valuable as their prisoner,” he said, his voice as hollow as a pebble skittering down into a well. “They did not want to kill me. If they did, they would have done it long ago, before even making me their emissary. They were more interested in what I could tell them. Or do for them. Or who I could bring them. They wanted you most of all.” He smiled. “I knew that. So it was worth it to have you escape somewhere I didn’t know, so no matter what they did to me, you were out of their reach.”

She nodded, slow and steady. Coiling like a fist within her, the grinding of the rocks that silted into soil and reached towards the sun with vines and leaves and trees.

Find them. Punish them.

She went to the window, where the sun had grown bright as they spoke. It spilled over her. She felt her skin tingle, the warmth of the sun stoking the fire inside her.

“It will heal,” he said, husky and sad. “It will scar, but it will heal eventually.”

She had to get out, before this white-hot anger striated with cold revenge burst out of her and harmed him, he who she so wished to protect it was like shielding her own heart. She turned back to him and knelt, swiftly, next to the cot. He wound his hand into her hair, cupping her cheek, her jaw. She felt the strands of her hair catch against the grit of the scab on his wrist. Her heart raced, stuttering with affection and sorrow and the dark pulse of vengeance.

“It will heal,” he repeated. “I will heal.”

“You can only heal if you’ve been hurt,” she murmured. “And that’s what I don’t want to happen any more.”

He smiled, and kissed her hairline, so softly that she ached with it, in the pit of her belly and the cleft beneath her ribs that held her heart, squeezing it between her lungs with each agonizing breath.

She helped him to lie back, tucking the sheepskin over him, and with a wave of her hand, leaves clustered over the window to filter the sunlight. It would be gentle, would carry the scent of jasmine to soothe him as he slept. As his skin knit back together.

Pay. They would pay, and pay again, and beg forgiveness.

She would make sure of it.

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He had fallen asleep at last, heat beating out of him as the fever raged. He had spoken, fretful and miserable, in his sleep, wept with pleas of stop, take me, kill me instead and Tam, help me Tam, I can’t see, it hurts. She could do nothing but lay a cool cloth on his brow. She dared not touch him at those times; knew that if she did, she would be immersed in his fever dreams, or worse, steal his past from him with her imperfect visions of what had happened. Better to let him awaken, to ask him later and let him tell her himself. Her sister might not know the difference, would sweep in with daemati might and root around with dirty fingers in a mind that wasn’t her own, but she would not. She would be different.

Her sister.

Feyre was still here. As soon as it occurred to her, the truth of it squeezed her heart with cold tendrils.

She stood up, skirts whispering, and slipped out into the hallway, closing the door behind her so softly that the latch didn’t even click.

The hallway yawned into shadow ahead of her. It was twilight, just after the dinner hour, and she knew where Feyre would be: eating with Helion and the attachés, perhaps in the Solarium, or the conservatory. Her steps matched the pace of her heart as she sped along the white marble floor, gleaming with gold and rosy specks of quartz. She did not see the darkness. It was hard to appreciate it when her vision was red at the edges and star-bright with rage.

The long night is ending. They will wake from the dream and find it rebuilt.

Perhaps it was time for a wake-up call, then.

She felt the stones begin to tremble beneath her as she walked, a low rumble from deep in the earth. She cast her eyes down and saw the curls of vines swimming around her arms, tangling in eager threads, tiny leaves unfurling, stained black with the ash of her anger.

She heard the dinner conversation as a merry buzz before she even saw the spill of light onto the floor…and by that time, there was a dull roar in her ears, her arms were corded with thorns and leaves, and death was coming to all, to all who had failed him and starved him and imprisoned him. She was vengeance, and he was her mate, and they were going to pay.

She burst into the lamplight like the heat from an opened oven door. All the faces turned to her, smiles draining from their lips like waves receding on the beach.

There was barely a moment to register the screams that bounced off the walls before the table heaved and cracked as six inch thorns spiked through it from beneath. Half of it sagged down; the other half toppled with a deafening crash, and through the middle burst the vines, reaching up to seize the chandelier and twist, pulling it from the ceiling with a screech of metal and timber. The candles sputtered against the ruined food. Her eyes were on her sister, dressed in glimmering silver and blue, eyes wide with horror and…what was that, underneath the surprise? Could it be fear?

Good, Elain thought with satisfaction as she leapt over the rubble, her vines sweeping everything away into chaos, coming up behind her in massive gnarled hands scaled with bark and stippled with thorns. She regarded Feyre for a moment. As her sister’s eyes narrowed and went dark, and the daemati talons scratched at her mind, she swung one of her arms in a massive arc. The vines followed it in a deadly sweep, choking with the scent of petrichor and leaves. Feyre was thrown against the wall of the room in one movement, immobilized, her head dragged backward as the vines grasped her hair, her pale throat exposed, arms akimbo and sealed to the wall. Elain let out a wild cry and leapt forward, her fingers closing around her sister’s neck and squeezing with all her strength.

Feyre struggled in silence, her air cut off — but then went deadly still. Her face flushed scarlet. The vines had pushed thorns against both the arteries in her neck, had pierced the skin under her left breast. If she moved it would stab her. Elain hissed into her face, aware that she looked completely unhinged, “You bound him.”

Feyre shook her head, as much as she was able. Elain released her throat and slapped her with all her strength across the face. “You drenched him in faebane and bound him with stone, and what, you thought I wouldn’t find out? That I wouldn’t strip the skin off your bones?” She matched word to deed, scoring her nails along Feyre’s arm.

Tears streamed from Feyre’s eyes and scratches bloomed across her cheek, carved there by the thorns that had turned Elain’s fingers into claws. “I didn’t,” she rasped. “I didn’t do that to him.”

A second slap cracked across her face and this time the outline of Elain’s hand remained, bright red. “Your demon mate, then. He would say the same, wouldn’t he, if he was here? I didn’t do it, I knew nothing of it. Bullshit.” The curse tasted sour in her mouth, and she spat into the tangle of vines that had immobilized the other dinner guests into helpless writhing heaps on the floor. Only Helion was still upright, wrestling against the grip of the leaves that had encircled his legs and arms. She let him be. Her quarrel was not with him. “The pair of you are the same, always the same. Using him —using us — for your own —“ the vines tightened around Feyre’s wrists and ankles and wrenched a scream from between her clenched teeth “—wretched—“ the thorn pushed against the bottom of her chin “—ends. There were others in that prison. How many more did you do this to, besides him? Besides my mate?” Red spots swam in her vision. She wanted to kill her. “You turned a blind eye.”

“You turned a blind eye to me…” gasped Feyre, then let out a groan of frustration as the thorn pushed harder against her chin, forcing her jaw closed.

“Talk about yourself for one more moment and you’ll never talk again,” Elain whispered into her sister’s ear. A tremor went through Feyre, and she was still. Elain savored the victory for a moment. It was terrifying, nauseating to be this angry…it made her feel like an animal. It was this part of being Fae that had called to her like a dark song, that coursed through her veins like electricity, like the storms she’d watched batter the Eastern Channel: but to a small part of her, caught in the swirl of adrenaline and anger, it felt right. To defend Lucien when he couldn’t defend himself. When he was sick and raving with fever, when her sister’s court had painted him with poison and thrown him in prison, to suffer in darkness.

Human Elain would not have done this.

But she was Human Elain no longer.

Why be a girl, when you could be a terror? the voice of the void whispered to her.

So she seized her sister‘s head in both her hands, and let the True Sight boil into them both, and felt Feyre scream and scream as she showed her everything she had ever feared.

Mother of mercy, how good it felt to punish.

#elucien #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #pro elucien #anti inner circle

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excalibur-gone-missing · 3 days

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Paring: Dino x fem!reader

Requested: no

Genre: angst, fluff

Warning(s): cheating, angst, sadness, mentions of pregnancy (do inform me if there's more)

Summary: You were the light guiding Chan for the most of his life. now that you are not there anymore, he cant help but feel your absence as he reminisces his past and all those times you were there to ground him no matter what.

Word count: 6k

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Chan's life was determined before he had a chance to consider it. His family wasn't well-off. They struggled from early on to get food on their plates. He knew from when he was a child that he had to support his siblings because his parents refused to do so.

So that’s exactly what he did. He got into SNU with a full scholarship, secured a good job, and built a stable life with six figures coming in annually to his bank account, providing enough money to support his siblings’ dreams.

But what did it all get him?

Nothing!

He sacrificed his teens and his twenties because his father felt the need to be a raging alcoholic, and now he stands in the middle of Gangnam in his beautiful flat with its polished floors. But he lacks the most important thing in life: happiness.

To be truthful, he lacks a lot of things, but happiness takes the cake. If someone asks him, he lacks friends too. But our dearest Boo Seungkwan would like to disagree about that. In Chan’s defense, friends are absolutely not equal to friend (just a difference of ‘s’, as our dear ‘Kwanie’ said. Plus, his multiple personalities make up for the said lack of ’s’, which further raises the question as to why the man does not go for a checkup, as it seems he has self-diagnosed DID. We shall never know).

Chan is happy about his brothers doing what they like, though. It’s not that hard to not be happy when he literally raised them. Sacrifices need to be made, he has realized; some just make more than others, and there is nothing one can do about that. He accepts that he is indeed grateful for the friend he has made, the one who has stayed with him and accepted him as he is.

Now, it may sound sappy, and Chan swears he will never tell this to Seungkwan, but he has indeed helped him through the thick and thin of life. All those late-night drinking sessions and ugly crying have brought him to this stage in life where he thinks of the boy as more of a family than anyone else. He helped him when Chan’s life was falling apart, and he also was there to scold him back to the right track when no one believed in him, not even himself.

Although he lacks happiness, he is fine with that (he at least has Boo Seungkwan). He can live with being sad; he already has!

This is where you came in, the reason for Chan’s genuine smiles, from back in college to five years ago. It was a pretty serious relationship that you both had. Chan loved you. He had plans of making you his wife. For God’s sake, he was in a relationship with you for almost ten years! But somewhere along the way, he messed up. He became the exact thing he had hated all his life.

He became a person like his father.

You, being the nice kind, tried your best to stop him from spiraling down the rabbit hole of bad habits. But alas, it takes two to tango, and if he didn’t want to be better, no one, not even God himself, could do it for him.

It took losing you to realize how messed up his life had become.

“Chan, I’m heading out. Dinner’s in the fridge—please actually eat it this time. We don’t need two meal skippers in this household,” you quipped, watching as Chan chuckled and gave you a quick giggle inducing peck before returned his attention to the document he’d been typing for the past hour.

“Sure thing, Your Majesty. Your command shall be dutifully followed!” he exclaimed with a mock salute, drawing out another laugh from you. With a playful ruffle of his hair and another peck on his cheek, you left the apartment to begin your night shift at the hospital.

Chan, unlike you, has just started his new job after completing his MBA. It’s been tough, but he’s persevered, and soon enough, you both will be able to enjoy the luxuries he could only dream of growing up.

Your fifth anniversary is approaching faster than ever, and now Chan finally has the means to fulfill your dream of a trip to Europe. The pressure of this new job is more than the last one, but getting those tickets would be a walk in the park now.

Quickly finishing his document and mailing it to the head of the department, he immediately goes to check those flight ticket prices and hotel prices. He releases a happy sigh the minute he realizes that it’s exactly what he had expected the prices to be. So, without wasting a single moment, he buys those tickets. He knew this gift would make you happier than ever.

The next month, you had been notified about the expensive purchase only because you had to get a leave from your job, and you obviously can’t disappear for two weeks unannounced. He, in reality, had no plans to inform you about anything, but he couldn’t interfere with your job either.

But at the end it was worth it, the look on your face the minute you were informed about the trip. Oh, if only Chan could frame it and keep it away from the world, only if he could keep you near him and never let you go. But he didn’t think of that then. No, he was happy he had told you earlier.

The happiness radiating off you as you kept going on and on about the clothes you needed to buy, all the foods you were going to try once there. It was what helped him keep going throughout the day, even though the work became tiring with every passing minute.

If only he could have stopped time and lived in that moment forever.

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One thing he never realized is how demanding his job would be once he got into a higher position. The calls kept him up at night; they came at the most ungodly of times, and Chan was expected to pick them up, because he always did.

You never complained; it was fine by you. If anyone understood him, it was you. Both of you had highly demanding jobs, and nothing could beat the expectations your colleagues had on you both.

But what he had not counted on was those calls interrupting your trip. During the entirety of your anniversary, he was glued to that phone of his, never once able to leave it. It was one problem at the office or the other.

Again, you kept your mouth shut, enjoying your own company as your boyfriend busied himself with work in the hotel room.

That was the last trip you both had gone on. You figured that it was too much to ask from someone who had so much work to do. But still, you understood his hunger to do better in life. You understood that someone had to compromise in the relationship and wholeheartedly accepted that it had to be you.

Coming to think of it, it was not supposed to be like this. Never! Both of you were supposed to communicate and figure out what your relationship was supposed to mean. But somewhere along the line, it just became regular sex and nothing else. When you talked about this with your friends, all of them had the same reaction.

‘Leave him!’ they had told you, ‘he wouldn’t change, he prefers his job more than you.’

It was a regular thing now. But you were scared. All the years you had invested in the relationship, you never wanted it to become what it had. You had held out hope that one day Chan would notice you. He would realize he had a girlfriend who also needs his attention as much as his job.

It didn’t take too long for those dreams to come true, though.

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One night, you sat down with the man, asking him about the changes in his life. You begged him to look your way beyond the times he made love to you. It was an intense conversation, filled with words that neither of you actually meant, but hurt you both equally.

That night brought you both another few years, or that’s what you think. It became better, both your lives and the relationship. You both would talk more, spend time with each other, laugh with each other, and go about your days with lovesick smiles on your faces. Although none of your jobs became less hectic, it still was as painstaking as ever, but the scenery in your shared home was peaceful. It was both of your comfort zones.

What neither of you realized, this peace that you both had brought back into your lives, was fickle. In order to keep it like that, both of you had to put in some effort.

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It slowly became visible to both of you how much more effort this relation of yours needed. Both of you saw the way your paradise was crumbling down bit by bit. Nights became lonely for you. Chan, being the perfectionist he is, would be stuck up in his office until the rays of sun hit the glass windows, reminding him of the fact that he indeed had stayed the night in his office. The hectic job took everything away from him. It stripped him of his identity, and slowly it was also stripping his happiness and sanity away. It was like the darker times had hit both of you again.

It was then that he suddenly passed out on the streets due to extreme fatigue and was brought immediately into the nearest hospital, which was the one you worked at. Lo and behold, you were the nurse on emergency room duty that day. This was the first time you saw the love of your life in that state; you saw what this new job had done to him. How it had taken this happy and healthy person you knew and turned him into this sick, unhappy, and overworked person. Your helplessness mocked you in your face. At night, you stayed by his side after the doctors had given their verdict about him being too overworked. You took care of him like never before, making sure to make him take an ample amount of rest.

Sadly, the industry is ruthless. As soon as the employers became aware that their once highly valuable employee’s usefulness had diminished, they ultimately opted to terminate him. Although Chan claims there were some more internal politics involved in this sacking, there was no way he could have evaded it.

Both of you soon realized it was the best thing that could have happened to him. While being the worst experience he could ever go through in his corporate career.

You stayed by his side through every hurdle though. You never once let him feel the need to be more than what he already was. But life was giving both of you a hard time.

It took Chan another month to get a new job. But only this time, it was a better, more important position in a better company. This is when life took off for both of you again. With Chan back on track, equipped with the newfound knowledge of not working more than necessary, he was on a roll. Almost unstoppable.

This change also affected your relationship, but positively this time. Chan and you would go on constant dates and enjoy each other’s company way more than ever.

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It was nearing your seventh anniversary. Both of you had talked about getting married and starting a family enough times for him to know this was the perfect time for him to propose.

So, on the day of your seventh anniversary, he had planned to take you to this fancy Italian place. He claimed that you deserved only the best. No one could ever argue with him about that. You, along with Seungkwan, had been by his side for so long that he had forgotten the time when he didn’t have you both. Nothing, absolutely nothing, would change that fact. With that it brought him to the most important question of that year.

“But what ring do I buy her?” the stressed boy asked his best friend.

“Wow, I wasn’t informed about the fact that y/n suddenly had become my girlfriend!” Seungkwan exclaimed sassily.

“Dude, you can calm down. She is still my girl, ain’t no way you are getting her. Find a girl of your own,” the shorter boy retorted back.

Why am I being asked about her preference for a ring then, huh?”

“Because she said, and I quote, ‘if you buy me an expensive engagement ring that I can’t even wear out because it looks too expensive, I will castrate you’,” Chan said seriously, bringing out a seal-like laugh from the back of Seungkwan’s throat.

“Do something meaningful for her then, you dumb fuck,” making Chan almost cringe at the scolding. Without letting the boy talk, his best friend continued, “Put in some effort and do something that shows you care, without having to spend a copious amount of money. I have no idea what you should do, but bro, if it were up to me, a girl would for sure get a ring no matter what!”

Now, this made him think. It made him think hard. But even after all that thinking, he couldn’t come up with a good idea for an alternative for an engagement ring.

It was not until the next Saturday when he was sitting on the couch waiting for you to choose a movie for the weekly movie night, did he stumble upon the perfect idea for a ring? Like any usual person, the man was scrolling through TikTok when he found out that one could make rings out of clay.

Perfect!

If you didn’t want a diamond ring, you shall get a clay ring. For you might catch the sun lacking one day, but not Chan, never Chan!

—

This kick-started the learner phase of Chan’s life once again. He would visit the pottery classes every week because he needed to excel at the art to mold the perfect ring. One suitable for daily wear and also because this hobby brought him more peace than ever.

He made some friends here; they were fun to hang out with. You had met all these new people flooding into his life. He would parade about the with his hand on you showing you off proudly.

“Who wouldn’t?” he would ask whenever someone pointed it out. This question had the power to make him start ranting about you at any given point. So much so that after a point, people stopped asking him about you, no matter the context.

Because, oh boy, was he in love.

It took him one year and some friendships to finally complete learning everything there was to learn about pottery. In the course of that time, he had littered your shared house with his creations.

Oh, you wanted to buy a new bowl because you saw it on Instagram? No fear, Chan shall make it this instant. Oops, your favorite coffee mug broke? Chan has come to your rescue with a better, scientifically cute, usable, and overall better mug for you.

The creative spark of the boy never dimmed down, nor did his extroverted nature. Every other day, he would be out with his new friends, so much so that even Boo Seungkwan noticed. You both had chats with each other about the changes in Chan’s life over a cup of tea whenever Seungkwan would come over.

To say that you both were happy about him enjoying life would be an understatement. You had seen the pain the man had gone through in his life. It only made sense for him to have the best of the best experiences when he had the opportunities.

But again, as people say, one should do everything in moderation. It seems that Chan could do nothing in moderation. He would work himself half to death. In this case too, he started drinking and partying himself half to death. The outings that were done to unwind after a long hard day became parties that were making the day even longer.

The friends that helped him overcome the pressuring environment of his office became the ones who would pressure him to go way out of his comfort zone, all for the wrong reasons. People say twenties are times when people experiment with their life and gain new experiences.

The same was applicable for Chan too, the only difference being he was learning different ways of spiraling down holes that are hard to climb up from. The hilarious part being, these were the holes that he had carefully dug out himself.

It’s not like you never stopped him, because you did. The minute you realized these new friends were pushing Chan’s limits in the wrong way, you didn’t waste a second to tell him.

“I think you should calm down with this partying and stuff. It’s unbelievably bad for your health,” you had told him one night when he had come home drunk out of his wits.

“I know how to have fun, not my fault you don’t!”

The boy had shouted at you before collapsing on the couch. Realizing it was a waste of time to even try and talk to him in this state, you tried again the next day when he was far more sober.

“Do you remember what happened yesterday?” you ask Chan, to which he shakes his still-hungover head and winces. Sighing, you continue, “Chan, you can’t let them get to you like this. Moderation is the key here. Please don’t overdo anything, I beg you!” You hugged him, trying to coax him to understand where you were coming from. He obviously hugged you back and promised you to keep your advice in mind the next time they asked him out.

He didn’t. He swears he tried to. But the peer pressure got to him. Before he could even back off, they had already hauled his ass to the bar. He never wanted to disappoint you. So he chose to accept the most coherent plan his drunk mind could formulate: the plan to lie to you.

—

Your seventh anniversary had come and gone a year ago. The only gifts he could provide you that day were a fancy dinner and a solid promise that he would indeed get you the greatest ring you will have ever seen in your whole life. Now the time had come. The time to prove his skills. Those skills he spent an entire year honing.

During this cute date at home, he produced a small wooden box from his pocket. After you had enjoyed the homemade meal he had whipped up for you and you both were cuddling on the balcony, he proposed to you with stars in his eyes and hope in his heart.

He shocked you with the ring. Like your relationship, it was delicate, yet made with lots of love and care. You obviously said yes without hesitation. After all, you loved this man, and he loved you too. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could ever go wrong if he was with you.

It seems that no matter how hard you try, life always seems to have other plans for you.

The month right after you accepted his proposal, you received an invitation for a two-year-long workshop in Germany. Such opportunities don’t come every day, so you were elated.

Without wasting any time, you called Chan, informing him about the opportunity you had received. But like every coin, this great opportunity had its drawbacks too.

With the prospect of studying and learning under some of the greatest doctors and nurses came the hardship of leaving your fiancé behind. Chan didn’t like this one bit. He could barely stand to be away from you for a second, let alone two years.

But seeing the excitement on your face and hearing the joy in your voice, he couldn’t bring himself to ask you to stay back. He knew you had sacrificed a lot for him, compromised at times when you could have been happy if he hadn’t made decisions that ruined his life.

So he put on a happy smile and told you that if you didn’t take this opportunity, he would pack your bags himself and kick you out of the house. This assurance gave you the confidence you needed. Without wasting any time, you sent an email accepting the proposition to join the workshop.

The next five months passed in a whim. During this time, he had asked you to marry him before you went away, but with a peaceful and determined smile, you had told him, “I will marry you once I come back, like that, we won’t have to spend too much time as newlyweds. Plus, I will be smarter than you too.”

“You are always smarter than me. I can never surpass you,” was the answer you had received, along with a sweet kiss, making your heart swell like a balloon.

Life was starting to feel better again.

Chan had finally made his boundaries very clear. The boy felt extremely guilty for lying to you, though he never confessed to you about doing so. He made sure his actions proved his redemption. He ensured to let these new friends of his know that going out too much with them was affecting him in ways that he didn’t appreciate. Although they did sometimes win against him and force him to go out, it was not as bad as it was before.

—

Soon the day came when you had to fly away to Germany. To say that Chan was sad would be an understatement. He was devastated when he saw you off at the airport with Seungkwan. He had cried the whole way home, making Seungkwan scold him as if he were a baby.

“Now if you keep behaving like this, do you think she would be happy?” the older boy questioned him.

“No, but I miss her already,” Chan replied in a whisper while wiping his tears harshly.

“Be nice, be happy for her. You can talk to her all the time. It’s not the Stone Age,” Seungkwan said with an exasperated sigh, making the younger one stop his sad boy antics at once.

But it was not like Chan was okay. He started working overtime at the office, desperately waiting for you to call him when you got free. And call you did, religiously at six o’clock in the evening.

You both made the decision to talk at that time, regardless of any circumstances. This went on for six months. He tried his best to follow the routine of overworking himself before you would call and save him from killing himself with work.

But with all these works, his willpower also started to crumble down. The old ways came back to him. Before he realized it, he became a party animal. He made new friends at these clubs and bars he started frequenting. He thought you wouldn’t pick up. But you did. You saw how your boyfriend was slowly changing. It was not that obvious at first, but slowly you realized he was getting drowned with work.

Being the lovely girlfriend you were, you asked Seungkwan to take care of him. The boy tried his best to do so. But alas, he was not that successful.

It seemed to both of you that Chan had spiraled back into his overworking session. What you both were unaware of was that it was more than that.

Chan was not just overworking; he was over-drinking and over partying too.

—

One faithful night; he met Eva, his pottery class instructor. She was pretty. They talked the whole night, catching up like old buddies and having fun.

She brought a change to his life again. She started being there for him during times when he would lose himself. She was a great friend, so great that in no time you had the chance to meet her.

You had come back for a week’s vacation. Seungkwan thought it was important for all the friends to meet up because it had been a long time since he had seen you. This meeting was supposed to consist of only you, Chan, and Seungkwan. But Chan asked to bring in another friend he would like you to meet. It was Eva.

You liked her; she was nice. You wanted to be friends with her. Her sweet personality was something no one could resist, a great example of a sweetheart through and through.

For once, you were actually proud of your boyfriend’s choices in life. Your visit was over even before it had started. Suddenly, the week was over, and you were packing your bags to return to Germany.

This time, Chan was not as scared of things going downhill anymore. He knew that within a few more months, you would come back, and he could happily start the wedding preparations. He also knew he had a solid group of friends to have his back. Most importantly, he had learned the art of living without you. Not that it was happy, but now he could enjoy spending time by himself.

—

Time flew faster than ever. In no time, it was Chan’s birthday. Your program would finish that same month, so sadly you couldn’t visit him. All you could do was video call him that morning and congratulate him for hitting thirty before you, to which he grumpily replied, “Your birthday is in six months; I’m gonna make it hell for you.”

“Whatever, old man, get dressed. Don’t you have a job to go to?” You laughed at his grumpy face while teasing him even more.

“I miss you,” Chan suddenly called out, pouting.

“You will meet me next month, Channie. Don’t be this sad now.” Although that did make him happy, the thought of spending yet another birthday without you was saddening. But it’s not like it was going to last. You would be back in no time.

That thought put a smile on his face. Soon enough, he was skipping around the house cooking breakfast and answering numerous calls from his friends and family for being a thirty-year-old now.

Seungkwan and Eva had also planned a not-so-surprise party for him. It consisted of meeting in front of his office and dragging his ass to the bar to drink and have fun. Although the day was spent slaving away in front of the computer, that night he had a lot of fun. He talked to Seungkwan and Eva for hours, and the three of them were pretty intoxicated when they left.

The only thing he remembered from that night was the fact that Eva, being the one out of the three with the most alcohol tolerance, was the one who had made sure that all of them returned home safely.

There was just one slight problem. Eva started to avoid him. Now, in any other situation, he would not have noticed it, but the text the next morning asking him if he remembered anything from the night before had him confused. When he asked her what it was all about, she refused to answer him, opting to ignore him instead.

He had no recollection of the night before, and Seungkwan didn’t either, so it was a mystery to both of them. But then again, his gut told him the problem was bigger than what he thought it was and might come to haunt him if not solved now.

So he did the most sane thing he could think of: He asked her to talk to him about it. He knew the wedding preparations would start the minute you came back, so he wanted to make sure to fix any problem that might affect you both before it blasted out of proportion.

—

“You kissed me,” was the first thing Eva told him after sitting down, making Chan’s heart drop to his stomach.

“Huh, but I don’t remember anything,” Chan retorted.

“It’s not about you remembering or not, it really happened, Chan, and I hate it,” she said, her voice almost breaking.

“Hey, calm down. We were both intoxicated, and we didn’t do it on purpose. Any other time and we wouldn’t have done it,” this seemed to have little to no effect on improving the girl’s mood.

On the other hand, Chan’s blood pressure was rising. The last thing he needed was a big mistake from which he could never turn back. With you coming back from Germany in less than a week, he needed everything in his life to be sorted out, especially something that could jeopardize a relationship with so much love in it.

“Chan, I think I like you. I’m not sure when it happened, or how it did. But I like you. So please don’t tell me I wouldn’t have done it if we weren’t intoxicated.”

The impact of this statement was so immense that it completely shattered his world, leaving him in disarray. It was true that he liked Eva. What kind of feelings he actually held for her was a mystery to him.

So, in the spur of the moment, he kissed her.

Just a few minutes ago, it was bothering him, but once he took the step, he didn’t feel what he was supposed to. He didn’t feel the disgust and hatred towards himself he should have. It felt like sneaking out of his house when he was not supposed to. It made a rush of excitement run through his body. He could feel the adrenaline rush through him.

He felt alive. maybe it was the feeling of doing something forbidden or it was something else, he didn’t know.

But, that night, they did more than kissing.

—

Once you were back, it was all sunshine and rainbows in the first few weeks. You both were happy, spending all your time together and having fun relishing in each other’s presence.

But it didn’t take you long to notice the changes. He would be stuck late at the office but come back home surprisingly lively, or those random texts from his brother late at night asking him to come over, or even the most obvious of them all, the vibrant smell of floral perfume that you never wear.

But you held out. You had promised to give him a chance to explain himself if he came clean to you. But that day never came. You asked him about these odd behaviors, but somehow he would always evade the topic altogether.

All those questions of ‘where were you last night’, ‘when will you come home’, or ‘shall we go on a date sometime soon’, all went unanswered.

He outright ignored your presence at home. But this didn’t stop the wedding preparations. Because his siblings and your parents alike loved him, they had taken the responsibility to take care of the wedding plans.

Before he could continue with his little escapades, Seungkwan caught and confronted him. Not by you but by Seungkwan. The older boy’s disappointment was beyond words. He screamed at him for an hour straight and then he had sat Chan down and calmly said,

“Either you tell her or I will.”

“But I can’t; she will leave me if I ever tell her.”

“Then she will be right in doing so.”

“Chan, I love you to death, but either you stop this and tell your girlfriend the whole truth, or I will take matters into my own hands. She has put up with enough of your shit. Don’t hurt her more,” he had said.

“Give me some time; I will do it as soon as possible,” the younger one had strained out, fisting his hair.

“She better know about it all before the wedding,” Seungkwan had warned him before seeing himself out.

—

Chan had cut off Eva after that. He tried to change everything before actually marrying you. Then, being the kind person you are, you tried to understand your boyfriend. You really did. But this was the first time in ten years you considered leaving him.

This relationship didn’t make you happy anymore. But you had gone through so many troubles together. The effort to hold each other upright was taking a toll on you.

But you were a fighter. You had fought many battles with him by your side. You couldn’t give up on those years either. Your internal dilemma was killing you. But all of this came to a halt one day when you had come back from your night shift, only to find your boyfriend and the girl he oh so diligently claimed to be his good friend, talking in the living room.

It was not like they were trying to be quiet because you could hear every single word spoken by them.

“Chan, it’s yours.”

“Eva, I have a fiancé. I will never leave her. I already told you, I love her.”

“Oh, so you didn’t think about that before fucking me”

“It was a mistake”, Chan shouted.

“No, it wasn’t, we both were very sober”, came another shout

The conversation hit you like a truck, and with each sentence, you felt your heart shattering. The decision suddenly seemed a bit too easy to make.

You walked out of the chaos, leaving the ring behind on the shoe rack. That night, you stayed at your friend’s place.

Following that event, you called Seungkwan, informing him that you won’t talk to Chan anymore. He simply asked if you wanted any help moving out, to which you answered with a simple no.

That was the end of the relationship for you. You refused to talk or see Chan ever again.

—

Now, five years later, Chan is to be married again. Not with you; no, he missed his chance. It's with Eva. They figured the best way to raise Minhan was to be together. In a county like theirs, it wasn’t the best idea to raise a kid with two unmarried parents.

Chan loved Minhan to death. But he could never show the same love for Eva. Looking at her reminded him of the mistakes he made in life. It reminded him of the happiness he could have attained, but he lost due to his own faults.

He is happy Seungkwan is still beside him. He knows he doesn’t deserve a friend like him, so the fact that Seungkwan stayed beside him makes him feel grateful.

He knew that his wife and child would move in with him soon, but he didn’t have the courage to let them into the house yet. The house that held both your memories was a bit too precious to let go of so easily.

The next day came faster than he anticipated. As Chan stood there waiting for his bride, he saw a face that he had been longing to see for the last five years.

He saw your face, sitting there on the benches, a sad smile adorning your face. Your eyes filled with emotions and stories of the years you had spent together.

Oh, how badly Chan wanted to abandon everything and run to you. Apologize a hundred times and ask you to take him back. But he couldn’t; he had children to take care of and shoes to fill.

As he stood there saying his vows, hoping it’s you he saw walking down the aisle and it’s you he kissed, but they are called dreams for a reason. And not all dreams come true.

As he kissed his bride, he saw a glimpse of your teary eyes amongst the crowd, and a tear of his own fell. Wishing for a future he was never destined to have.

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Smut, Aemond x Maid!Reader

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

Aemond had asked in the dark of the cave still, only to get his answer under the bright, open sky. He’d asked against the damp skin of your neck, still hungry for you, for your history as much as your body.

“Your braid… what victory does it stand for?”

And it pleases him to see how pleased you are, that he had gone looking for the knowledge to ask his question. Asked Grand Maester Mellos and been directed to an old dusty tome he’d found less than useful and then to an old, equally ramshackled sea captain who had told him enough stories of the Dothraki that he had known half of them must be outrageous lies.

But this one he had cherished. This one he had asked again, after rescuing you from a reprimand by the keep steward, for your untimely disappearance. He’d asked it in the wind of the sea cliffs again, because he’d seen it whip your pale, yellow braid behind you, stark like his own Valyrian white hair was stark, against the Targaryen black coat and trousers he had lent you for the occasion.

“I will show you khalakka,” you had said with that laughter he wishes never to stop hearing, as he’d urged you back on Vhagar. “Take me to the sky.”

And there you had shown him, counting the spikes on Vhagar’s neck as you had counted each step when climbing the rigging of a ship, so you would know your way back in spite of your poor eyesight. A braid because you had ridden the poison water, and led your little khalasar to safety. All eleven cousins and aunt and cranky, useless old uncle, safely delivered to their family across the Narrow Sea.

And he had shouted back at you, foolish, beautiful girl. Bold enough to get off a dragon’s saddle and climb her up and down like a sailing vessel. He’d watched your stance low, your knees following the rhythmic, oceanic flow of Vhagar’s powerful back, the way you had learnt to jump atop a horse’s back, atop a ship’s fore yard. Always sent aloft because you had never been afraid of heights you could not see. His own coat whipping behind you as you looked back at him, daring him to leave his post at the wheel of his great beast and come pursue you among the clouds.

He keeps the course steady for the both of you then, even though he almost feels the steady pressure of your strong hands, as Vhagar surely does when you soothe her gargantuan flanks and scratch her old scales off. No fear, no hesitation.

And so at night he lets himself reign free. Peeling his own clothes off your body, as ghostly white as his, like he is undressing himself, like they are his own hands reaching back to him, for once as tender to him as to anyone. He holds back your hands with a cruel smile, even as he longs for them on his own back, soothing his own nervous flanks. And when you let him, he feels for the first time in years, like he is finally master of himself, of you. Even if you do test him almost as often as Vhagar does.

It matters little. Every fight ends as it should have always: with your skirts over your hips and your arse in the air and his hands between your legs making you swear to obey your prince. Sometimes it’s his cock too. Sometimes, when he’s so hard it hurts, when you’ve peaked twice already and are still arguing, when he knows if he fucks you he will be as good as gone, senseless to anything but the feel of your sweet, wet cunt… then he will go on his knees and bury his face between your thighs.

And he will not know who has won that round, as he hungrily devours your folds, tongue seeking your sweet insides, lips wrapped around your pearl, his hands cupping your arse as hard and covetously as he can, sometimes one of them slipping between his own two legs, making him feel almost ashamed that he cannot eat your cunt without palming himself through his breeches.

It’s only fair, he will think at the sound of your strangled moans, it’s only fair because he’s seen you do the same, when you’ve draped him over the big chair in his rooms and you are sucking him so greedily he can barely remember his own name, let alone what whores are or are not supposed to do.

But it is a much more dangerous affair by day.

When you both have places to be, and he feels tempted to excuse your absence in the kitchens or the laundries or even Princess Helaena’s rooms because your prince needs you and no, it cannot possibly wait. And no, no other chambermaid will do.

Years of sullen humors and his relentless command over his own face serve him well when he has to stand there and purposely not watch his mother the queen instruct you on the proper state of the rooms with your thighs still sticky with his release, with his own prick still wet from you, half-hard and growing harder at the thought that even the queen cannot command you like he does.

No one can.

He gets into a fight with his sister, the first and only in his life. Because Aemond tries to have you re-assigned to his rooms and finds resistance on both fronts. You, shooting him an angry glare in front of witnesses, one he should chastise you for instead of thinking he can lick the unhappy grimace off your lips. Later, he promises himself. Helaena looking so resigned and betrayed it makes the bottom fall from under him, makes him cling to every wound to his pride, every time he has had to fight for his place and the respect it should have garnered him, makes him reach for a viciousness he cannot keep up in the face of Helaena’s soft voice and lonesome reproach.

“She was my friend first.”

The result is worse, far more dangerous… but also so much sweeter it is fatally distracting. The result brings you to ruin and it is no wonder neither of you could have seen it coming, because you are yet to know, intimately and thoroughly, how no good deed goes unpunished.

Because you tell him that if it bothers him so bloody much, he can damn well show up at his sister’s now and again. Like there isn’t enough work to go around, with two little ones and a third one on the way and a useless wine-sop for a husband.

You needn’t sweeten the deal with jabs at Aegon.

Still it takes him three days to brave Helaena’s room and the nursery.

Still when he gets there he feels himself acutely an intruder.

The jealousy returns, twofold this time, because it is so much worse to discover that neither you nor his sister need him. And that if you did, you would have found him about as useless as Aegon. Angry and too proud and too used to a place where it had been only you and him and the language you had begun speaking in tandem.

He does not know this new tongue, and he is loath to admit incompetence.

But you do not accept the excuse of ignorance from him. You do not accept the gaping distance between Aemond and Helaena, so natural to them both, set long ago, by sex and duty and inclination. You hand him little Jaehaera when you must take her twin brother into your arms because the princess needs to lay down on the couch and cannot manage with a pregnant belly and a squirming little boy. His niece (his niece) looks at him, frankly unimpressed and still sucking her thumb, and he stares back at her, trying to find his straight nose, strong chin or domed forehead anywhere in this small, living creature that carries his blood. She has nothing of him except their shared Valyrian hair and eyes, and thankfully nothing of Aegon’s either. He fiercely hopes his brother’s heirs look all Helaena and nothing like their sire and would have found in himself even more goodwill for them if Jaehaera hadn’t immediately started crying.

You pay his panic no mind, because you’ve a little prince and pregnant princess to contend with and tell him to stop being a huge lump and scaring the wee girl by looking at her like he wants to slit her throat and maybe try rocking her a little. It does not work. But when he hangs her upside down that does garner a peel of interested laughter and more is to follow when he throws her (ever so gently, ever so carefully) into a nest of pillows at the foot of the princess’s couch.

And that is the beginning of the end for all of you. Because Aemond finds himself smiling, finds himself happy, perhaps for the first time in years. And happiness makes him careless.

Happiness makes him stay overlong in his sister’s rooms. Watching her teach you a court dance in spite of the babe inside her, longing to join because he does know the steps, half-remembers them from when those things used to matter to him. Reading to the both of you from the fanciful histories of Old Valyria, him reading because Helaena’s hands and eyes are busy preserving one of her insects in glass or needlepoint and because your poor eyesight and poorer coin have precluded you from learning how to read. And Aemond tries very hard not to feel childishly victorious over all imagined rivals because when you watch him read it’s like he’s doing magic. You watch him like you watch Vhagar as she breathes fire and climbs the sky with the beat of her mighty wings. And if Aemond chooses his reading material with more care, perhaps too many passages on Queen Visenya’s sword-slender figure and pale, braided hair… well, it’s only his sister Helaena, adding another red silk thread to her embroidery of a bloodied heart, who looks at him knowingly.

You, for your part, look at him like he strung the sun and stars on the heavens.

And he is drunk on that look. He is unwary of that look. Rejoices too much in it to see his royal mother and grandfather take note of it, or the way you raise your head like a hound on the scent whenever Prince Aemond passes near. Not a lovesick girl. A lovesick girl would have been less dangerous and easier to explain away. No, you look to your prince like a devoted soldier to his beloved general, tight and drawn like an arrow ready to be let loose.

You look at him like you would die for him, like you would kill for him. You look at him like the words are ready to spill from your mouth.

Blood of my blood.

It’s about Helaena that the queen approaches him first and perhaps because it is about her and decorum and the preservation of Aegon’s dignity, Prince Aemond finds it easy to dismiss her concerns. Why shouldn’t he mind the little family that his good-for-nothing brother has chosen to abandon?

After all, you had been right about that much. Helaena had needed the support and flourished under it. Unhappy and suspicious of his presence at first, as surprisingly jealous as he himself had felt, still she opens up to the smallest kindness like a flower to the sun. And why shouldn’t he offer her more of it? Now that he knew it was in his power, now that you had shown him he could, why should he be cautious of his affection for her?

Why shouldn’t he hold his little niece as he studied High Valyrian? Why shouldn’t all four of you come trotting to watch his weapons training? Why shouldn’t he be allowed to carry his nephew to the yard, show him how to hold a practice sword in his chubby little fists and even let him get a good whack at him with it? (And if the princess gasps and you near-snigger at little Jaeheaerys’ good aim, who would notice your brazenness except everyone?)

It is his grandfather who puts his foot down at last, calling Aemond into the Tower of the Hand.

The queen escorts him, no doubt, to ease the news for him. The matter is addressed simply and succinctly: end it, or he would end it for him. And there was a rage in his breast woken by his Lord Hand’s order, that Aemond did not know he carried within himself. A moment where he could have laid hands on his mother’s blood, where he was ready to let loose all the recriminations he had never been allowed to even acknowledge. That he had only ever done what was asked of him. That it was the Valyrian blood in his veins that let his grandfather sit where he was and speak so acidly to him. His blood and his dragon and all the rest. He had never gone whoring, never shamed himself (never behaved like Aegon) and here he was, being told off like a badly behaved child, for the crime of not being miserable.

But he was his mother’s son as much as he was a prince and he held his tongue.

Otto Hightower didn’t look up from the scroll he was writing and had simply said, “It would have been easier for you if you had picked someone beautiful. Less offensive to your prospects. As it stands, you better end it quickly before anyone else takes notice.”

He was ready to commit parricide at that moment.

His mother must have seen it in his face. She hadn’t been quick enough to stop him unsheathing his dagger and burying it in his grandfather’s scrolls, but she was still gentle enough to pry his hand off the leather grip (the one you’d made for him! braided by your own hand, leather strips bought with your own coin, dyed in the Dothraki style) of his blade. She’d pulled him back from the edge of some unspeakable horror he’d been about to unleash. Fire and his own mouth fixed in a snarl, retribution for this and every other humiliation he had ever suffered. He’d been halfway down the steps of the tower, still panting angrily, before he’d noticed his grandfather hadn’t even looked up from his work. Before he’d noticed his mother’s arms were still around him, supporting him, taking him away from yet another fit of violence that he would never have been able to take back.

Like his eye.

“My dagger,” he’d said in a daze. “She made that for me. I need to—”

His mother wasn’t angry. Or contemptuous. She just placed a hand on his chest, to stop him from going back up the steps. She looked exhausted… disappointed. Like she couldn’t have this conversation again. Like she was talking to his brother.

“This needs to stop, Aemond. Your grandfather may be unkind but he isn’t wrong. For your sake, and your sister’s and that poor wretched girl’s… you have to stop.”

He’d held back the immediate violent recoiling of his body only because he was always painfully aware of how much smaller his mother was. How much more careful he needed to be. If it had been Ser Criston, his grandfather, even the king himself he might’ve…

“I’ve done nothing worse than Aegon!”

“You’ve done nothing better either!” His mother had hissed back, with a fierce viciousness he suddenly recognized as his own. “She isn’t a bed warmer, Aemond! Don’t treat me like I’m a fool. You carry on like this is a courtship. Everyone can see it! And you with not even the decency to hide it! Gods be good but I thought you were smarter than this!”

And that stung. It stung because he had not known until that moment that his mother had ever thought him smart. He was ten years old again, too stunned by duty and pain and the grief on his mother’s face to tell her just how deep his own ran.

Still he knew he must hold the course steady for the both of you.

“I’m not ashamed of her.”

“I’m ashamed of you!” And Aemond had choked back a wounded cry, gritted his teeth to trap the sound behind them, had even managed to keep his eye defiantly dry even as he knew he was a few words from begging. Pleading with his mother not to make him do this. “Have you considered her at all? That you could cost her her position! That you could get her with child!”

And he had barely a moment to think of the ruinous implications of that, the cold weight of foreboding in his belly, before his mother was plunging on.

“I’d hoped at least she would be discreet. She always was before.”

Time stopped.

His face frozen in a grimace of pain.

His mother realized her mistake almost immediately, still a moment too late to take it back, as a hundred little pieces fell in place, creating a picture he would sooner rip his other eye out than behold.

“Before?” He’d let out, suddenly looming over the small figure of his mother, suddenly putting the whole of his will in keeping his body from trembling in rage, in the need to know, know, what he had already guessed.

And it was the tired resignation in Queen Alicent’s face that let him know, that killed whatever brief, boyish hope there had been in him that this could not be true. “Did you think you were the only prince taking advantage of the maids?”

#aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen fic #hotd fanfiction #hotd fanfic #hotd smut #asoiaf fanart #asoaif #a song of ice and fire #maid reader #dothraki reader #iresmut #my writing #and if the devil...

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COWBOY!CHOSO

Artist of this beautiful art - here

PARING COWBOYCHOSO X FEMREADER

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I swear I just saw this on twitter and I started to jump around my room. Do you guys SEE HOW THAT MEN IS,he is so cunty 😍😍

Anyway these are HEADCANONS😄

Cowboy sherif!Choso,who completely stays in the shadows of places and prefers to be alone,but ever since been accepted as a sheriff. He is absolutely serious about it and he just wants to make enough money for his little brother yuji.And so he become a sheriff for the better of the two of them.

But there’s come you,The outlaw of the west and his worst best nightmare. You always teasing him with every step of his life.And to be honest he doesn’t know why he can’t seem to put you down or find a way to get you to leave.

”well hello isn’t it the shadow blood of the west” You added a smirk and wink at him,as you were leaned against the wall of a dark alleyway that choso perhaps happened to there with his arrested person.Your wearing your long black coat that cover your appearance well enough,But it what beneath that makes you more attractive and elegant then the others outlaws.

Something that he see daily and gotten more annoyed used to. “Is my voice that low or your becoming deaf shadow blood?” Another tease out of your mouth.

He already knew who’s voice that was and instantly went to grab his gun to only stop after hearing your gun firing at him but purposely missed your shot.Landing at the wall that was infront of him. ”Now now,Mr Sheriff is that how you welcome your best friend” You replied in the quiet alleyway,You shadow casing over his view,He still hasn’t move his head yet.Staring at his prisoner with a annoyed look,Almost a deathly glare on top of that. It scared the poor prisoner. “What is it now (___),if it you coming to cut ties I'll be more then happy to put you into a jail cell” Choso stated as he now turns his head towards your attention with deadly glare. You were there for the guy,the prisoner that choso had,He had something that was so very precious to you. You held eye contact with him to only let out a small chuckle. “you see I kinda need that guy you got there,shadow blood.He has something special of mines” You said in a calm way walking slowly to him with your cowboy hat covering your faces and your boot being the only thing heard.From how quiet Choso and the prisoner was. Choso stared at you like you ask the dumbest thing ever. As he huff a sigh. You hips walk towards him with such ease and precision,The way your body should be a crime to see you in action or in your outfit of yours. “And what makes you think I be giving you Him to you.You know what if your give yourself to me I give whatever the hell he has” “Oh lord what happen to the sherif I know who will do anything that good huh?” ”Nothing about you is good,Your a outlaw and you have done nothing but trouble”

“Your right I’m just trouble,but if you gave me a chance to show you what else I could do that benefit- You were right infront of choso,knowing that he wouldn’t get his gun when your pistol in aim to his throat,As you pause and then continue your sentence. Whispering the other half in his ear. -not just me but your tense ass job” you said while lacing your famous smirk.Taking the cold gun off his throat. You were going to walk beside him to get the prisoner,His cold eyes aim at you with intense glare. ”your tricks won’t work on me “ he replied almost breathlessly.Refusing to give in your teasing.

As within second he reaches for his gun to only find it gone out of the pocket,And he aim to grab you and to put your hands behind your back but,Groans as he feel your hands against his chest with such force. ‘Fuck’ As he stands up and goes for you after seeing you grab whatever you got from the prisoner.You Starting to run out the alleyway as He quickly run behind you.He is going to put you in a jail cell no matter what. But See you jump on your horse riding it away from his reach.Hearing you laughing.And shouting at him. “Your such a Cute sheriff to have fun with.Shadow blood!!” He couldn’t get you out of his life no matter how much he tried.Your words have some affect to his cold heart.

Sheriffchoso,Who hates when people call him,his nickname ‘Shadow blood’.The name means His presence is as one of a shadow quiet but full of darkness and willingly to bring anyone to the ground even if means that he has to draw out blood.That why they call him shadow blood because most of the people he bring in have blood on themselves.But when it comes out your mouth he can’t help it but enjoy it,But doesn’t know that yet since he so focus on his job that he doesn’t have the time to notice that he like the way you roll it out of your mouth.

Sheriff!choso,Who says that he hates You but see you help give some poor kids some food,and make them smile,he face seem to form a smile without his brain thinking.And when he notices that he was smile he wipe it off his face and goes back with a stern face. It when you turn around to see who looking at you,just to see choso looking at you with stern face.Then your visit with the kids had to be quick as you disappeared into the alleys of the town.

Sheirff!Choso,Who Knows that you enjoy him chasing you down,Especially if your completely bored on days.On these occasions you’ll be rather flirty with him,even if it meant having a bloody injury cause by him.He can’t get you to shut up.he would tease in a nonchalant tone but he’s face would have a sly grin.

You had a gunshot wound in your stomach (that wasn’t a serious injury one but still made you choke blood out of your mouth)and blood siding down your mouth as you were on the ground and Choso on top of you holding your hands together with one hand and taking away your gun.As his other hand held his gun against your chin,making you completely helpless,well sort you still got your legs. Spitting out blood as you stare at choso with a smirk.Choso stares as you with an intense stern eyes. The red color fits you perfectly it makes him think that anything you do just look effortlessly good on you. “What Mr. Sheriff you liking the view your getting or the fact that your on top of me”You said with a light chuckle as your chest would start to fall up and down.As your heart beat against your chest,hoping that choso doesn’t hear your beating heart. You couldn’t help but enjoy the view of him,a few strands of his hair perfectly felled onto his face.As the moonlight hit perfectly on his face showing those dark brown eyes that you enjoy seeing.You weren’t even bother by the gun that was place on your chin.Maybe it the blood lost that take in place but you wanted nothing more to be underneath him.If you hadn’t known your size difference you do know now. “Are you seriously flirting with me right now.When your like this.” His raspy voice was clear as day to hear and his cologne clouded your mind,but in a good way. He mind we’re trying to trick him with voice that he doesn’t need to hear right now, ‘God she look so beautiful underneath me,under the moonlight’. He was sweating due to chasing you down the whole way.He was out of breath his chest moving up and down to gain so sort of air. “What the problem choso?You seem to like it,and what taking you so long to tie me up and take me to your pretty little jail cell” “Oh don’t worry I Will bring to my jail cell, and then finally you won’t be making any joke once you’re there.” He added with a huff of a laugh and a grin.That a new expression you never seen but it look damn god on him that for sure. You only noticed that he loosen his grip on your hands. When he heard you saying his name he could hear his heart beating against his chest. You just chuckle at his grin,You wonder how the hell that this man doesn’t have anyone. As choso body was up top of your stomach and ready to get his handcuffs,you acted quickly.Warping your legs his torso And flipping him over to the ground and getting your hands free of his grip.Now your on top of him like that,You wouldn’t believe how much fun you would have with choso underneath. But you had to go quickly to clean this wound before it got worse.You choke out more blood by chuckling at the positions switch. “Sorry Mr sheriff but I can’t let our cat and mice game go down that quickly.” You said as you quickly grab your gun and run away from him before shouting. “If no body Told you this,you Damn good sir!”With a laughter and the sound of horse galloping away was heard. Choso one needed to have a breather after all this.One he couldn’t let the picture of you underneath him with a smile and two the other is that he needed to slap himself because he had you right in his palm and now your whatever the hell your at. ‘The color red fit you’ he thought without hesitation and thinking about what he came up. He soon got up and started looking for his horse and then went back to his house.

Sheriff!choso,who was alright until he went to work to only get news that he will be having a assistant.Being his little brother.It was just a easy assignment.But it seems like he can’t get you away from you.

It just a normal day until he comes to work having some news that he would have an assistant with him today. He didn’t expect it to be his little brother,I mean yea he did,he knew that yuji was training to be a sheriff like him.But he would be mad at him,but couldn’t not when yuji look very adorable in his outfit.And with his proud smile,Choso was already melting at how cute his little brother is. Today was just him and yuji going around the town,Making sure that peace is ok,and then right next to the house.There were gun shots. Choso and yuji went on top of his house and headed towards the store.They made it to the store to see that the front glass are broken and most of the items there were scatter on the ground. Choso got off his horse,soon followed yuji walking right next him.They were looking and saying if everyone is alright.Calmimg down the citizens.One of them yelling at yuji blaming him for not being to early to stop this.And that one of them being the owner of the store. ”It Your Fucking Fault For Letting That Motherfucker do this!!” “I’m sorry sir for not being early here in time,but I gonna-” ”I Don’t NEED YOUR Pity,God are you stupid,I need you to GO GET THAT FUCKER!!!”The owner spitting out of his anger at yuji.As He kept trying to calm the owner down.The owner face turning more red then ever as he walked more closer to yuji. Choso could hear the commotion from the other side of the store,and instantly walked towards yuji worried about him.Choso was busy asking citizens of what there and how that happened. “WHAT taking you so fucking long,ARENT you A Sheriff!DO SOMETHING STUIPD SHIT!!” ”Please sir,lower your voice down,I completely understand that your angry but it’s- the owner raise his hand aim to slap yuji face,but someone else stopped him from getting a hit.Griping it with such force.That made the owner wince in pain. ”Woah,you really must haven’t heard of ‘Kepping your hand to yourself’ at all” You stated in a calm voice but your face was everything of the opposite.You other hand laid on your hips as you glare at the owner. Yuji was looking at you with a big eyes,he was so amazed by how fast you acted.And scared at the same time by your expression lance on your face. ”You were seriously going to harm the kid just because of your stupid store got destroyed that wasn’t even his fault” You said with a disbelief tone.Looking at the owner. Choso finally made it and stop as he see you holding the owner hand in place.One he was shook to see you in broad daylight in some casual clothes. And looking at the owner with annoyance.And then he see what was going on. Right before he was able to stop the commotion,because a crowd of people were looking at you guys. ”Let go hand bitch” The owner bites back. “Ok I’ll will after you say sorry to the kid that was trying to do his job” “It ok Ma’am,hehe” Yuji said with a sly smile and some blush on his cheeks.Being an embarrassed by someone like you. “What happened Here,and what is the commotion for” Choso calm yet stern voice being heard was able for you to stop gripping the owner hand,as choso appears next to you guys.You just crossed your arms. ”Ok first I’m sorry oni Chan for not being next to you,and secondly i was trying to get information from the owner but almost got hit in face but thanks to the very gorgeous beautiful lady that stop it and then that it” Yuji explained with exaggeration that it made you laugh at the cute fact.But quickly stop as you heard yuji said brother. ‘WAIT what this kid is Choso brother’ You look at choso with a big smile,knowing that he knows how your face looks by now. Choso grumble something underneath his breath. It only took a few minutes for choso to get everyone to clam down and to make sure that they’re out the building for the other sheriff to come there. Meaning that it take time for the sheriff to come he see you and yuji talking.He see how yuji eyes go wide open with such excitement and amusement. As if yuji could sense him walking towards you guys he shouts at him. “ONI CHAN WE’RE HERE!”

You just chuckled at yuji tactics.As now choso is there in front of you guys.

”So why you never told me about your adorable brother”

“One it doesn’t matter on why I didn’t”

”Oh come don’t be such a shadow”

“WAit! Choso you know her?!?” “…. No. . “

“Yes he does know me I mean I’m not that hard to notice,he’s just shy”

“No I’m not shy” “How did you guys meet!?Did you guys used to be friends in the sheriff department before or something”

“Well it started at-You were soon shut off as choso cover your mouth,and walking off saying he need to talk in private alone with you.You wave off yuji.As your long *color hair* got in the way of your view.

In short He kept asking question about what and why were you doing there and were you the one who destroyed the store in which you answered truthfully. after that you tease him with his brother. He couldn’t bring you down.

Sheriff!choso who is absolutely in denial and doesn’t know what these feelings are.When he in shared apartment with his brother.When he closes his eyes he has a image of you smirking at you,it was like a perfect picture of you. almost everywhere he goes he remember something about,let it be your hair color or eyes that know how to keep him at night or your favoritve color.He honestly think he going insane and that he just need to reesure that he is a sheriff and your just a outlaw

Sheriffchoso who is suddenly try’s to understand why you decided to become an outlaw.He try’s to comfort you,wanting you to trust him.

sheriff choso, who at night bring a snack with him,knowing that you would meet him.As He silence-ly pass you that snack.Making sure your alright.

SheriffChoso, who realizes that he actually enjoys your company more then anything,he look forward to seeing you smile.To tease him,to make joke about whatever he does.He actually feels like himself around you.

SheriffChoso, Who hates to admit that he doesn’t like seeing you with bruises or having marks on your body.But the hates the most is that you try to hide it from him,and that give him the most piss off look ever.

Sheriff!Choso, who tells you repeatedly that you have to stop this game,that it not worth it.He says that to you because your infecting his mind,and he thinks that it better if you become a normal citizen before someone other sheriff actually get you. He thinks if you do that he doesn’t have to imagine the worst.He can’t admit that you have a piece of his heart with your smile.

SheriffChoso who is inlove with you and knows that your an outlaw.Something he should put in a cage but can’t help to do.

Sheriffchoso,Who grabs your gun with one hand and the other he grabs you chin with a light tug,and bring his lips on top of your.Leaving afterwards.leaving you shock and flustered.

THAT ALL I HAVE I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY IT

Save a HORSE RIDE what-!!!!!

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Don’t copy or paste my work

FOR SOME REASON IT WONT ALLOW ME TO EDITED IT URGHH😭😭😭

#jujutsu choso #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso x reader #choso kamo #jjk choso #choso kamo x reader #kamo choso smut #choso x reader smut #kamo choso

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toaster-selfships · 4 months

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CW//Food/Eating

Something is so endearing and heartwarming to me about messy eating. Like you're so comfortable around me you don't feel like you have to be proper? You can just be relaxed and eat and enjoy your food and put everything at the back of your mind. Don't worry about how you chew or look or crumbs or mess just sit and relax and enjoy your food, my dear. I love you so much you're so adorable and I'll kiss the strawberry jam off of your cheek

#self ship #selfship #selfshipping #selfship imagines #selfship gush #f/o imagines #gosh i love them so much #so beautiful no matter what they are doing i swear #this is just my personal thought. i know some feel otherwise and that is completely okay. nothing against yall cause yall are so cool

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eloquentsisyphianturmoil · 8 days

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Maedhros built up a high pain resistance from Angband; particularly to the burning sensation. Considering how low he thinks of himself, it’s likely he expected the Silmaril to burn him. He didn’t think he was redemptive, he thought I can take it.

Part of why Maedhros acts so viciously is because that’s how life treated him. I can take it if my brothers die. I can take it if I’m damned for eternity. I can take it if everybody thinks I’m a monster.

He’s proud, and he’s suffering. He won’t back down, he will succeed or be martyred.

#Alexis rants #Swear I could hear my English teacher snapping at me to avoid passive voice while writing this #I have been thinking thoughts #Something so miserable and ghastly about someone who says ‘I know this is wrong #and I don’t care’#And the anarchic part of me is saying it’s justice #because this pain has been wrought against him too #What does it matter they’re innocent? So was he #He’s miserable and he wants the valar’s attention #And in many ways he was the one who finally got them to listen. Earendil only had the Silmaril because Dior was slain. Maedhros’ plan worke #He spilled blood and ruined his soul #That part that just wants to burn everything is doing it as a cry for help: ‘see what you did to us’#It’s piteous but beautiful #Shall I go on #Maedhros #silm #the silmarillion #silmarillion #silm fandom #the silm fandom #the silm #tolkien #maitimo #maitimo nelyafinwe #russandol #war of wrath

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devotedlystrangewizard · 18 days

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the school arc to me is so good because it drags ciel out of his position as a powerful figure and literally places him in the shoes of the person he could have been. the circus arc ALSO drags him out of his position as big bad queens watch dog/head of the phantomhive estate but the school arc feels like a mockery of a future that never was. this is what he could have been had his parents not died. and even then its NOT because he will never be that kid.

he never was.

#ramblings #incoherent beyond belief its 4 am #and im trying to avoid manga spoilers #might add a reblog with more coherent thoughts when i wake up but im off my meds so i cant promise anything #actually correction im being vague w the manga spoilers #manga readers know whats up #idk if there are any anime only ppl who havent been spoiled on The Plottwist Ever yet #but i figured there will be new fans and though im not tagging this it might still get seen so #cant WAIT to see our boy absolutely miserable in animation form should they recreate that arc LMAOOO #which ofc is after the germany arc so thats still a long time away #but STILL. itd be fun i need to see this young teenager lose his mind in color with sound #him relying on sebastian to do all his fag duties (sorry. dredge) so he can work his way up the social ladder #trying to gain power while simultaneously proving that he cant do anything but rely on others #hes always needed help in basically every way and he hasnt CHANGED he just got a demon to do it for him #he learns to lie and charm and cheat and all the while hes a fucking CHILD WHO STILL STRUGGLES WITH NORMAL THINGS #ciel is my little baby and i love him deeply no matter how much of a little bitch he can be #his helplessness isnt just 'oh he was raised in british high society' its also that he never got the chance to learn anything #which to elaborate on that id also have to go into manga territory. iykyk #like absolutely at this point he just refuses to learn how to do things he has a pet demon to do it for him #but.#hi the phantomhives backstory is killing me again its so late #both atlantic and the school arc are just setup for the Big Arc but theyre very good in their own right i SWEAR #also when i rewatched the circus arc a while back and i realised how some scenes were shot #the heavy foreshadowing that i didnt realise. yk. 7 years ago or however long its been since i first watched it #CRAZY #if you are new. to kuroshitsuji. and you havent read the manga. dear god. read the manga #ALSO GRELLE IN THAT ARC IS SO BEAUTIFUL & OTHELLO IS TRANSMASCULINE. OKAY GOODBYE

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angeltism · 6 months

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man i WISH having a fp was just "haha i really like you :)" like so many ppl seem to think of it

#➳ the fool speaks #NO it is SO MUCH MORE and it is usually HELL for both involved #i - at least - get clingy . obsessive . etc #to the point i think 99% of ppl who've had to deal w me like that aren't going ''awwwww haha she just rlly likes this person that's sweet'#or ''aww xe really likes me <3''#no they're mosrly going ''what the fuck is wrong with uu stop talking about them i do nawt care''#or ''why do uu care so much about them tf''#or ''oh my god will uu stop freaking out just bc i spoke to another person i swear for the 50th time today i don't hate uu''#like it isn't all bad because it DOES make me give others lots of affection n when things r good they're GREAT #but it also includes me being fucking annoying about Everything and convincing myself no matter what uu hate me forever and ever bc uu did #(ONE) thing eueueueue #being a Beautiful Princess with a Disorder is nawt fun :(

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mrburnsnuclearpussy · 6 months

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#all you have to create is something about skinny white men in love and everyone will care about you and them #anything else is just nothing to you ppl lol #what’s the point of trying to be an artist I swear I just wanna give up coz I can’t create enough finished art in general #WHY CANT I DRAW LIKE I DID WHEN I WAS A KID. it felt so easy and now I’m scared to do it for no reason ugh!!#i wish I was interested in the same things as everyone else coz at least then the quality wouldn’t matter and people would care anyway #sorry I know this comes across as really childish and mean and yeh it is I’m just venting #coz sometimes I look at certain popular profiles and stuff and it makes me ache coz I’ll never be a part of the big club where you can feel #love and I’ll never be able to coz I’m just a robot thing with no humanity!!!#even the LITERAL ROBOT is still reduced in the fandom to being shipped like just fuck off all of you #one of my bigger recent passion Roberts is a story and even when I have some motivation and energy I just remember that literally not a sing #single person on earth has any reason to care about it and why should they! so I just feel like crawling into a hole and sulking like a piss #pissbaby which is what I’m doing lol #just because it’s not about young skinny men and the ‘purity/beauty/divinity/superiority of romantic love </3’ and #and YUMMY SQUISHY ORGANIC RED PASSIONATE things because illl never be a part of all of that anyway #I’m not amazing I don’t have the inherent drama and meaningfulness of romantic love in me as a potential so I’m basically nothing #my life means nothing because i can’t feel the one thing that matters #-(one thing that matters according to the world and like all communities and societies and any place to feel like you’re a part of somethin #)#and if your broken (empty of romantic love) like me you’re told to go play by yourself in the corner and not complain that #everyone else gets to be in the group #‘just do your own thing it doesn’t matter what society thinks’ is well meaning and <3 but for me I just hear ‘don’t be a part of us’#what if I want to be a part of something? what if I want society to know and understand me?

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imblocking-you · 4 months

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Therapy Game

#love is casual and found in the little things #it's gradual and not a sudden burst but built by things you notice and small actions they do #also i love how shizuma stands up and is prepared to take action for the things he believes in i find that very courageous #therapy game #i ♡ casual intimacy #like gosh taking a picture of the ferry #those panels mightve just perfectly captured the feelings of forming a crush #manga #shizuma is quite literally golden standard #today he is like what science was to the ancient ages #i swear #naninikip dibdib ko sa chapter 5 😭#the male leads this author writes are simply too good #okay wow i didnt expect to cry over the mansion being bought by itsuki plus the queens' recording PLS #the humanistic point of view minato gets is beautiful #realising that yes intrinsic things and his childhood experiences can and will affect him in ways he can't help #but ultimately a support system and his own perspectives and choice in the matter trumps it all #that he can change and mend anything and it may affect him but truly nothing from his past can /ruin/ him or his relationships #'so if it's dumb either way why not be dumb and happy?'shohei you absolute treasure #theyre such a good example of a healthy relationship and the fact that it isn't all sunshine and rainbows or one that is perfect and is #basically uneventful #(well it can be that but yk what i mean)#it's something that bends and mends and molds something two people need to learn and relearn and contort to to get used to #love is a choice and a daily reminder 👍

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nimomo-mo · 5 months

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#i was hungry today so i think my appetite is coming back despite the pills #and im not sure if thats a good thing #i still cant focus so i mean. lol. lmao even #at least i cant make myself start tasks and my executive dysfunction is as bad as ever #now i have the issue of if i keep getting hungry like before im gonna gain weight again and i dont wanna #look theres nothing wrong with being fat or chubby and god knows im not aiming to be a stick figure but oh my god i dont want to gain weigh #i should work out and get fit like a normal human and that means i should eat right. but i still have that nagging feeling #i love myself. i do. i have the dissociation thing where i cant recognize myself in the mirror tho. and its not good this time.#usually i dont really mind since its like. you know like its not me anyway so what does it matter if that girl is fat or not #but im really self conscious and feel gross and i dont know why it all started back up again #i want to measure it. want to weigh myself. want to count calories and check with measuring tape #but i really shouldnt and i know that if i do i will trigger such a bad episode i might end up in the fucking hospital #i need to hold out until this episode goes away. i need to stand it all until i get my head back together.#i dont wanna get malnutrition or lose weight so fast my skin gets flappy #but every little thing i eat ends up nagging at the back of my head about how if i eat more ill get fat and noone will like me then #its not true. i know its not true. and i know fat people are gorgeous and i am already chubby so what does it matter #but i feel horrible. i dont want to look like this or feel like this or be like this #i want to be the best i can be. i want to reach my full potential. but its not exactly working. i swear to god i wanna love myself #i want to be loved. i want to be adored. i want to be the one someone picks even if the room is full of gorgeous and competent women #i want to be the first choice and for the person to see me as the most beautiful person in the world #to be the first choice and to be everything someone wants and needs. to be the ideal. to be the perfect one even with my flaws #i want someone to look at all the ugly sides of me and look at my fat and my emotional fuckery and my ugly crying and still love me #i want someone to love me so wholeheartedly i wont ever feel like theyd like someone else. that theyd pick someone else. that im not no.1 #i want to be that person you do a double take of. to be the one that people get jealous of. to be the spotlight. to be the prettiest one.#its egoistical and selfish and childish and mean and dumb and naive and self absorbed i know. i know that it is #but its still there and its embarrassing . but im not gonna pretend like i dont have these thoughts and feelings.#im not smart or pretty enough to stand out. i dont know what could make me special. i dont know what i do that makes me unique.#what am i? who am i? how do i get better? i want to be better. i want to be better i want to be better i want to be better #i want to reach a new level i want to reach their level i want to be at the top i want to be special i want to be better i want to be proud #i want to be genuinely proud and special and outstanding enough to not feel insecure or inferior anymore

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roturo · 7 months

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ OH! SO YOU'RE INTO OLDER MEN?

˚₊·➳❥ JJK MEN SHOWING YOU HOW A REAL MEN FUCKS! satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro ✧˚ · .

tags: afab!reader, reader is mentioned as a female, use of nicknames (baby, princess, doll, slut, whore), cheating, degradation, caught cheating, getting caught, unprotected sex, blowjob, pussy slapping, mating press, breeding, age-gaps, virginity loss [...] rbs are appreciated!

satoru gojo (Daddy’s girl)

well, that’s the word he used for the little girl you're babysitting right now. he’s a great dad and husband. there’s just this tiny whiny little thing he couldn’t do right– and that’s loving his wife as he should.

like– it’s not that he doesn’t feel guilty, it’s just… well, you looked really cute in that mini dress, he and his wife have been fighting lately anddd– he could tell his daughter liked you more than her fatality of mother she has these days. she even called you mommy by accident once! and that was the last water drop gojo needed for the glass to break.

“Oh- I bet you’d love to be full of me right now.” His thrusts became messier each time he pounded on you, “Mhh, fill you up ‘n make me a daddy again– you’d like that princess?” you couldn’t even talk anymore with how good he’s making you feel– he had your legs pressed on the bed thanks to his arms, almost bending you in half, he was making sure that mating press works.

“Ffffuckk- You feel s’good baby” He felt your walls clenching again, no matter how many times he made you come, he’s making sure you’re coming again after he does. A not ending cycle for him. “Such a slut for me hm? Coming all nice and pretty to this house just to be ruined at night–” his words made you feel dirty, but the euphoria of it was stronger, “such” slap, “a nasty” slap, “slut” slap– “and all f’me” with those last thrusts your body couldn’t take it anymore, spasming and trembling while your poor hole was filled up again. gojo’s wife didn’t even bothered to break your little encounter, she suspected it long time ago.

all that was left was a wide grinning gojo satoru and some divorce papers.

suguru geto (Daddy’s best-friend)

you didn’t intend this to happen… you always knew your dad’s best-friend was hot. he’s geto, ‘cmon. he brings a new girl every weekend whispering in your dad’s ear swearing she’s the one this time.

he saw you grow up, turn into this beautiful and strong woman. so how he couldn’t love you? you were like a doll for him, so beautiful and radiant in every way. a porcelain doll he needed to protect, he couldn’t lose you to any dangerous or stupid man, he swears he would beat the shit out of the guy who breaks your heart first.

“Shhiiiitt– Heh– I can tell how tight your pussy is princess–” His cock was stretching the living shit out of you, touching places never in a thousand years you could imagine you would feel. “what d’ya think daddy would say if he saw his little girl being fucked by his best-friend huh?” your brain was a fuzzy mess, you couldn’t make coherent words to say, and just feel how good geto is making you feel. you couldn’t remember how many times he had made you cum with his toungue and he’s just starting to fuck your pussy.

“ ‘m such a lucky guy if i'm the first you’re giving this pussy to, don’t ya think so doll? marking it as mine, baby I swear you’ll need no man to ever fuck this pussy of yours again– shit I won’t need another woman for myself, you’re the one baby” those words filled your heart of a tingly feeling, making more butterflies roam around your tummy, touching yourself you could sense geto’s cock coming and leaving with every thrust, your brain full of air and in need of more of his cock.

he couldn’t resist himself anymore when he was next to you, his cock would get hard the minute he enters your house, and thankfully he has a pretty doll to release himself with.

kento nanami (Big Boss)

Nanami thinks he’s a good and mature guy– At least for his wife and kids… He has this aura of a serious and mature guy but inside every time he’s just this close to breaking it, just to say what he really thinks or feels.

the first time he saw you at work with your tiny skirts and tight blouses he didn’t mind any type of attention to it, you were another cute worker, that’s all. One of another– he can think other women are pretty too right? maybe even prettier than his wife… and nicer, and cuter, and more homely feeling to be a mom. but he wouldn't do anything he would later regret right?...

“You’re s’pretty baby, such a dirty whore for my cock mhm?” he had you pounding from behind, his desk becoming even messier than it was before, one of his hands keeping you laid down on the desk arching your back like if he’s trying to break it– a sudden ringing brought you back from your unconsciousness of nanami’s cock– he answered the call, not a single sing of him trying to stop thrusting into you.

“Yeah?” his voice was out of breath, almost sounding like a sigh when he answered the call, “Where am I? Huh– I’m at the office r-right now…?” he wasn’t even sure if he could keep this act, losing himself more in the feeling of your pussy clenching on his cock– “Oh yeah- I’m okay, uhh- the kids? yyeah, yeah, they’re with my mom right now–” the feeling of keeping up a call with his wife while fucking you made his cock twitch inside of you, feeling like a teenager kissing their crush for the first time. it was no surprise for him that his wife was cheating, but he wanted to keep it like that for the sanity of his kids.

“Quit the act Kento– I know you’re fucking somebody else right now. See ya at home.”

toji fushiguro (Step-Daddy)

you hated when your mother started dating new guys. they just kept breaking her heart– but you just stopped telling her that it's okay to live without a partner, that she had you by her side, but well… this new man was something else i guess and you didn’t say anything for the sake of your own good mother.

you didn’t like him, but for the sake of your mother you pretended like you do– and let’s be honest, toji doesn’t like children, so when he first met you he wasn’t as social as others… your mom was just too good to simply let go– but the way you moved, talked, dressed caught his attention, and as time passes and he spends more time with your mom– he's no longer drawn to your house just to see your mother, but to see you.

“Sshhiit- You’re making me feel s’good baby” the lack of air was making you feel giddy, but the way his cock twitched inside your mouth made your core get even wetter. “C’mon baby, ride my shoe,” you wasted no time before your hips started moving, trying to gain some friction and release that tingly feeling coming from your core.

“D’ya think your mother would like to see her daughter being full of his step-daddy’s cum?” he gets one of his arms behind himself trying to gain some support while his other free hand caresses your cheeks while you continue sucking– this same hand moves out your head and frees his cock out of your mouth, a small strand of saliva connecting your mouth with it–

“Fuck– guess i choose the wrong out of you two”

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shaguro · 2 months

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{ "SKIN TIGHT.ᐟ" }

{ft. satoru g.} when you realize that you’re falling in love with your friends with benefits, you distance yourself. ghost him after each session. but this time, gojo won’t let you go so easily.

{warnings.} fwb!gojo x reader. fwb to lovers trope! fem!reader, orgasm denial, missionary, breeding kink (like if you sqint) unprotected sex. pet names used, (baby, girl) gojo is a lil delulu. extremely intimate. angsty throughout but ends happy. wc. 2k.

{shanti’s note!} heavily inspired by skin tight by ravyn lenae. listen to the playlist for this story here.

“are you.. are you just usin’ me, (y/n)? just think you can fuck me whenever you feel like? that’s just cruel, baby.”

you knew this was coming.

satoru was pretty much good at everything, sex included. it’s why you initiated this arrangement in the first place, being his friend and fucking him whenever you wanted to. the terms were simple: casual sex with no unwanted, lingering emotions. love is complicated, exhausting — after a handful of failed relationships, you wanted no parts of it and threw in the towel, officially out the game.

he’s not wrong, you do use him. fuck him and disappear by the next morning, unseen and unreachable until you decide to show up at his doorstep again, sometimes days — usually weeks later.

you know he’ll let you in, no matter how much time has passed. just cruel.

“you’re evil. you and this fuckin’—“ he sucks in a sharp breath, tilts his head back. gooey walls mold his dick, all ribbed and dangerously warm. is this why he lets you play him like this? “. . . tight ass pussy you’ve got.”

if it wasn’t for satoru holding your legs up and open, veined hands creased in the bend of your knees, you’re sure they would’ve gave out. he’d been relentless with his teasing this session and you were puffing, the shallow breaths left a slight tremble throughout your body. sweat beads rolled down your temple, cascade down the junction of your neck.

satoru denies you an orgasm for the umptheeth time and you start to think he’s the cruel one. you deserve it, though. this torture, his crafty method of punishment.

he’s had you like this for some time, the deep rut of his hips halted, everything is still. just satoru and his cerulean-speckled iries glowering down on you, goosebumps decorated your skin. you knew he was waiting for some sort of explanation to rationalize the mess you’d created but you weren’t sure where to start.

with your cheek smushed on your shoulder, you decide to fix your eyes on something, anything across the room to avoid his stare that was burning into the side of your head. “‘toru, i’m sorry.”

satoru scoffs, his trimmed fingernails indent your soft skin. “damn, now you’re lyin’ to me too? must really wanna hurt my feelings.”

“i’m not, i swear—“

“you disappear for three months and all you have to say is sorry?” he spat, his words had an uncharacteristic sharpness to them, hard and demeaning. it wasn’t hard to detect the underlying rage that rumbled within his entire being. “no explanation? just sorry? nah.. you gotta.. you gotta give me more than that, (y/n).”

taken aback, you bite down on your bottom lip, at a complete loss for words. there isn’t much you can say to pacify him, you doubt he’d care to hear it. what worked before certainly won’t work now.

the quiet is deafening and suspenseful.

and your silence angers him further, on levels you can’t fathom. you won’t weasel your way out of this, he concludes. you’ll give him an answer, even if it’s at the expense of his already bruised ego.

“hey.. look at me.” he sneers, and you feel the warmth of his skin on your chin, his thumb and pointer fingers curl as they angle your head forward and back onto his face. “just.. talk to me, please.”

satoru gojo, begging? oh yeah, you’ve really done a number on him.

you take your time as you admire him, basking in the sheer beauty of the man in front of you. obnoxious and arrogant as he was, satoru gojo is undeniably attractive, simply gorgeous — pink, kiss-bitten lips slightly parted and his cheeks a pretty shade of red from the exertion, you gather. his abs are chiseled and tense and if you peek lower, you’re met with neatly trimmed, white tufts of hair at the base of his dick.

“you…” you stop to clear your throat but it didn’t need clearing, only to counteract how embarrassingly weak your voice sounded. “..y-you wouldn’t understand, satoru— oh!”

he exhales deep through his nose and suddenly leans down, releasing his hold on your knees to brace his elbows on the satin-sheets. while he does this, his hips roll — slow as he feeds you all his thick inches until he bottoms out, his pelvis taut against your neglected clit.

you mewl out and your hands encircle his neck, scratching at the low hairs on his nape. he’s so close, your noses basically touch. his breath fans your face, cooling your rather hot cheeks. “then help me understand, baby. make it easy f’me, whatever it is.. i can handle it.”

you’re not worried about him not being able to handle it, in fact you’re not worrying about anything at all. how can you when he’s got you stuffed, stretched and full like this?

concentration is impossible as satoru sets a steady, languid pace — not too slow nor too fast, just enough to have your manicured, white toes curling. your mouth in the shape of a pretty ‘o’, your breathy whimpers resounding off the walls of satoru’s bedroom, the beautiful symphony ringing in his ears.

an addicting melody, you were like his own personal drug. insatiable and persistent, gojo was unsure if he’d ever get his fill of you, truly he didn’t care. as long as he had you here with him, where you belonged.

“c’mere,” he pants and leans in, connecting your lips in a swift motion. you melt into the kiss, jaw slack while your tongues meld and mix. it’s fervent like always but this sensation is new — raw, almost vulnerable. pouring his heart out to you in all his movements and you can feel all of it.

“‘toru, oh my g-god.” you grip his forearms, keening as his length drags along a spot that has stars twinkling behind your lids. “i was j-just— fuck!”

“just what baby?” he mocks, it wouldn’t be gojo if he didn’t find a way to tease you, even in the most intimate of moments. he litters kisses along your jawbone before latching onto the delicate skin on the column of your throat, grazing his teeth on the surface to ensure it’ll leave colorful marks, letting out a pretty whine of his own. “shit, squeezing me s’tight- gotta use your w-words f’me.”

well, that’s easier said than done. your body is trembling in a way that can only be caused by satoru, every time your mouth opens to form words only meek, whiney moans follow. your tips scratch the plane of his delts, surely leaving cat-like scratches in their wake. and your legs hang loosely off his slim waist as you cling to him for dear life.

“i was just s-scared, satoru.” your voice was low, it was nearly drowned out by the wet squelching of your pussy. the constant schlap schlap schalp of satoru’s pelvis meeting the fatty flesh of your thighs.

satoru’s eyebrows furrow and his eyes meet yours, his head slightly tilted in confusion. “scared of what? of me?

“no!” you shake your head profusely and reach a shaky hand up to cup his face. he leans into the touch, the heat of his cheek warming your palm. if there was one person you’d feel eternally safe and protected with, it��s him. “no.. never. it’s the w-way you make me, hmm, f-feel that i was scared of.”

“oh? and how do i make you feel?” he purrs prior to kissing you again, nibbling on your bottom lip. truth be told, he wasn’t sure what you were about to say. he prayed to the god above you couldn’t feel the rapid beating of his heart, notice the uneven rise and fall of his chest. so he plays it off, even with that slight tremor in his voice. “you love me or somethin’?”

it might be more than love. a deep attachment, a classic case of yearning and longing. gojo satoru was made for you. no amount of denying or running from the obvious would change that fact. you love him so badly it hurts, it consumes you — clouds your thoughts and steals the air from your lungs. no more fighting, you had no energy left to.

you’re surrendering yourself to satoru gojo and it was time to let him know.

“yeah,” you confirm with a giggle, all airy and breathless. your thumb strokes his cheek gingerly, tilting your chin up so your foreheads touch. “i love you, satoru.”

satoru doesn’t respond, in fact he was deadly silent. mouth agape, his eyes darting wildly as he examines your face, searching for signs of roguery but he found none. you were telling the truth, the love swelling in your eyes made it oh so apparent.

“again.”

you let out a surprised yelp when satoru presses his body down, the pressure of his weight dips into your chest, leaving you winded. his face is buried in the crook of your neck where the neediest whines roll off his tongue. with this new angle, he’s balls-deep and the rhythm his hips carry has your eyes rolling, holding his broad shoulders to ground yourself.

skin-tight, it’s like your bodies, your sounds are one.

“s-say you love me again.” he rasps, and it’s more pleading than demanding. like he needs reassurance.

“i love you s-so muchh— ohgod, don’t stop, don’t stop!” your words trail into high-pitched mewls and satoru sighs, a blissful sound of relief. your pussy clamps down on his dick greedily, sucking him in impossibly deeper as he massages your aching walls, un-calculated and sloppy.

this was the effect you had on him, you always left him a fucking mess. satoru would let you ruin him, every time, for as long as he lived. “don’t know how long i’ve b-been, hah, waitin’ to fuckin’ hear t-that.”

you’d tease him for the stutter in his words if you could think clearly but your mind is blank. you’re delightfully delirious as satoru pounds into you, giving you quite literally everything he’s got. simply insatiable, you still want more. settling a weak hand on his hip, you use the last of your strength to propel him forward, your juices aimlessly squelching between your bodies, dripping down your perineum.

“f-fuck girl, you-you’re drivin’ me crazy. n-not gonna last, baby. f-feel like y-you’re tryn’ to milk me.” satoru babbles, and you swear you can feel a warm trickle of drool on your collarbone. how cute, he’s just as brainless as you are.

his pace is frantic now and that familiar tingling is building your gut. your limps are limp against him, your whole body rocks in tandem with his as he works his hardest to bring the two of you to completion.

“satoru, m’gonna cum, s’closeee.” you whine, lashes fluttering as salty tears clustered on your lash line.

he only hums in response, snaking one of his hands between your bodies to find your clit, all your sticky slick had your mound drenched. he smirks whilst rubbing figure eights on the sensitive nub, your quivering folds dragging a deep groan from his chest.

“want m-me to fill you up, hmm? p-pump this pretty pussy with all my cum.. want it all, y-yeah?” he’s rambling is incessant and you nod dumbly. it’s in one ear and out the other, the pure euphoria coursing through your bones driving you insane and all you needed was release.

it was the pinch to your clit that did it, the final blow that had your back arching almost painfully as your climate rushes through your body in intervals, your hardened nipples brush against satoru’s pecs as you twitch uncontrollably, a chain of broken cries mixed with his name fall from your lips like water.

like clockwork, satoru’s orgasm follows directly after, he muffles his moans in your shoulder, damn near biting the skin as he pumps you full, as promised. it’s alarmingly warm, scorching as it invades and overflows within your womb, too much for it to handle, some of it spilling back out. satoru doesn’t pull out, plugging as much of his semen as he can to your insides.

the silence after is comfortable. the two of you in a tangle of limbs, sweaty and panting from the intensity of your shared orgasms. you’d make your way to the bathroom, eventually. for now, you bask in the blissful ambiance.

“(y/n)?” satoru’s voice breaks the silence, a whisper as his head lulls on the fat of your breast.

“hmm?”

“i love you too.”

@screampied @satorena @hoshigray made yall wait long enough LMAO.

#gojo x reader #gojo smut #jjk smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #shanti's stories⋆˙⟡♡

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ickadori · 7 months

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++ 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

[summary] wrio missed his wife, and she missed him just as much. two simps in love.

[cws] fluff. fem reader -> wriothesley’s wife. reader is a mondstadt native. kissing.

Wriothesley’s cup of tea pauses halfway to his mouth as there’s a knock at his office door. His fingers tighten unconsciously around the handle, that incessant throbbing at his temples that had been dying out suddenly tapping into its nth life.

He contemplates ignoring it; pretending he didn’t hear it and indulging in his fresh brew, but he’s never been one to shirk off his work, no matter how inconsequential the task.

He sets the cup down rougher than necessary, and the legs of his chair scrape loudly against the floor as he pushes it back from his desk and stands to his feet. Someone better be dead or on the verge.

It was an unspoken rule that Wriothesley wasn’t to be bothered at this time -a quarter after five until six- because it was official tea time, a very, very important time in his day that let the inhabitants in Meropide see his most agreeable side… although he had heard talk from a few gossipy guards and prisoners that his ‘pissy attitude’ this past month had nothing to do with his interrupted tea times, but rather that his wife had gone back to Mondstadt to visit family.

“You know how he gets when he doesn’t see her after a while—downright scary. I’ve never seen a man look so enraged and distraught at the same time.”

“He put me on pipe restoration duty —don’t laugh, it isn’t funny! Worst job in the whole place, I swear— for the next six months all because my wife dropped by with a bento on my break. Apparently no one can be happy when his missus is away.”

“I caught him staring at her picture the other day, y’know the one he keeps in that chain around his neck, and sighing like some schoolgirl. I nearly thought my daughter had somehow gotten herself arrested and thrown down here when I heard all those lovesick sighs.”

It was all hearsay and speculation, of course. Wriothesley could manage just fine with you away - he was a grown man, a weathered man, a man who could function fully without the company of his wife.

That’s right, he thinks to himself. He’s been doing just fine in your absence, a bit quicker to anger than usual, but with the looming threat of being turned into a big, sopping puddle right below his feet, could you really blame him?

The door is wrenched open, strands of black and gray flying back from where they rested against his forehead due to the strong gust of wind he created.

“What is it now?” He nearly hisses out, but he manages to get a reign on it last minute, the words coming out a bit strained instead. He eyes the guard standing in front of him, their eyes flitting between the crease between his brows and the floor. “Spit it out before I—”

He stops abruptly when he hears a voice that he knows intimately well, and had he possessed any shame when it came publicly displaying the love he harbored for you, he would have been a touch embarrassed at the speed of which his frown smoothed out and the throbbing in his head disappeared, a sparkle in his eyes as his shoulders lose a bit of their tension.

“Oh? He has? Thank you for telling me, Sigewinne. I’ll get right on that.” You come rounding the corner with the small doctor at your side, a knapsack in your hands, and had Wriothesley been any less sane, he would have swore that he could feel the rays of the sunshine beaming down on his skin and fresh air filtering into his lungs when you turned your gaze to him, scornful as it was.

You’re fitted in a dress that’s customary for the women in your homeland to wear, and flowers are weaved into your hair, and the ring on your finger seems to shine a bit brighter.

“Wriothesley.” You march up to him, eyebrows knitted together, and push your finger against his chest. “What is this I hear about you acting like a tyrant?”

“You look beautiful.” He breathes out.

“And going to the Pankration ring? You know those poor people don’t stand a chance against you. That’s just bullying.”

“Let me take your bag, it looks heavy.”

“And you haven’t been eating right, either! Look at your face — you’ve lost weight!” He transfers the bag from your hands to his, and when his fingers brush against yours, he finally lets a smile bloom on his face, being met with a huff. “Don’t smile at me. I’m mad at you.”

“Can’t help it, happy to see you.” You falter a bit, corners of your lips twitching, but you hold strong, choosing to save face in front of the onlookers—always put up a good fight, especially when others are looking, is what he had told you once upon a time. “I’ve missed you so much.” It comes out in a low murmur, eyes locked onto yours and refusing to stray, even when you decide that his gaze is a bit too heavy for the setting and avert your own.

“I-well-you…just get inside your office.”

He’s nice enough to hold back a chuckle, instead stepping to the side so that you can shuffle past him and inside. Before he shuts the door, his gaze turns icy and his smile thins out as he lets his eyes sweep over everyone present. A resounding groan is heard, the unspoken promise loud and clear, and then he’s pushing the door shut and turning on his heel.

You’re on him in a second, arms wrapped around his waist as you bury your face into his chest. He returns the hug just as quick, thick, burly arms circling around your shoulders as his head dips down so he can stuff his nose into your hair and breathe your scent in.

Your voice comes out muffled as you try to speak, and he loosens his hold on you a bit, allowing you to pop your head up so you can look up at him. There’s a halfhearted pout on your lips, and his response is a reflex as he leans down to give you a peck once, twice, three times before moving on to place one on the tip of your nose.

“You were supposed to let me scold you out there, birdie. Now everyone’s gonna know that I let you off easy.”

“Let me off easy? I’d say this is the meanest you’ve ever been to me,” he gives an exaggerated expression of hurt. “You haven’t even told me you missed me, or that you’re happy to see me, or that you’ll never leave again because you couldn’t stand being away from me.”

“You’re so dramatic.” You smile despite yourself, and he kisses you again, scarred hands moving to cradle your cheeks. You part with a gasp for air, and its his turn to smile when you stretch up to reconnect your lips, the lack of air not deterring you in the slightest.

“Breathe, sweetheart…” He rasps against your lips, and you suck in a breath, eyes slowly blinking as you tug at the material of his shirt. There’s a rush of emotions that washes over him at the unspoken confirmation that you missed him just as much as he had missed you, and he lets his hands wander down to settle on your waist, fingers flexing as they squeeze at the flesh there through the material of your dress.

“Well, well, well,” he starts, and you blink out of your stupor to don a guilty expression. “Looks like you haven’t been eating right, either, hypocrite.” He lightly pinches at your side, and you squeal out a laugh as you lightly bat at his hand.

“Have I told you that I missed you, and that I’m sooo happy to see you, and that I’ll never, ever leave again because I can’t stand being away from you?” You flutter your lashes up at him, direct that heart-stopping smile up at him, and for a split second he thinks that the primordial sea has broken the seal and reduced him to nothing but a puddle at your feet.

“Careful now, words like that are liable to kill a man, and this place isn’t fitting for a sweet girl like you.”

“Oh? Then maybe I should leave earlier than I intended t—” He quiets you with a kiss, and you laugh into it, earning a gentle nip on your bottom lip. Your teasing smile settles into something sweeter, tender, vulnerable, and it mirrors him perfectly.

You both speak your next words in unison.

“I missed you.”

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