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jinwoosungs · 4 months

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- how they propose to you -

featuring: gojo, nanami, yuta

{ and all my friends, they tell me they see | you're planning to get on one knee | but i want it to be out of the blue | so make sure i have no clue when you ask ♡ }

[ gojo 💍 ]

there was an excitement felt coursing through your veins, making it difficult for you to fall asleep.

because when the morning came, you would be able to celebrate your 5 year anniversary with the one and only gojo satoru, the world's prettiest sorcerer that you had the pleasure of falling in love with.

being with gojo and spending your days with him came as natural as breathing to you; he complemented your personality so well- (and by some miracle) he was just as in love with you as you were with him.

even with the difficulties that came with being gojo's lover, somehow, you knew that it was all worth it in the end.

your dreams were made from all the memories you shared with gojo, with you vaguely recalling how you played each and every one of your firsts with him. from sharing your first kiss to holding hands while whispering about your shared dreams from beneath the moonlight-

your heart was filled with love for him, and when you felt his soft kisses against your skin (silently beckoning you to wake up) you open your eyes to meet with his cerulean gaze.

no words were spoken, with gojo settled next to you, resting his head against one of the plush pillows while giving you an almost lovesick expression. as if reading your mind the moment you inch closer to him, your lips meet with his in a sweet kiss, with your heart soaring at the simple touch.

he was the one who pulls away first, giving your forehead a kiss while murmuring, "good morning, and happy five years, babe."

you return his sentiments, nearly giggling upon realizing that you had been with this wonderful man for a whole five years now. "it's crazy to think that you've stayed with me for so long."

gojo scoffs upon hearing your words, giving you a mock scowl while gently hitting your forehead with the back of his hand. "of course i stayed with you- i love you."

your laughter and happiness simply heightens when you sit up from bed, accepting yet another kiss from gojo. you were about to get out of bed to start your day with him, but your lover ends up stopping you.

"nope, my girl is not lifting a finger today. you just sit back and enjoy what i have planned for you."

you had to fight back the heat that was close to coloring your cheeks. with a roll of your eyes, you bask in gojo's cheeky smile as he immediately goes out of your shared bedroom. you hear some sounds of glass clinking coming from your kitchen, making you grin as you wondered what your dorky boyfriend had planned for you.

within a few minutes, he appears once more, this time with a tray filled with your favorite breakfast treats and pastries. you swore, you were looking at him with hearts in your eyes now, practically dancing in bed when he settles the tray on your lap.

gojo remains uncharacteristically quiet, simply taking a seat next to you on the bed. all he does is simply... watch you, his eyes solemn with his lips pressed into a thin line.

even you could sense his anxiety, feeling it coursing through you in waves when you take a strawberry and plop it in your mouth. as the sweet juices exploded, you moaned at the fresh taste of it. you were about to ask gojo if he would like for you to feed him-

only to stop when you saw something glittering from your periphery.

all of your thoughts seemed to cease, with you looking down at the diamond ring settled atop a swirled mountain of whipped cream on your pancakes. it was gorgeously crafted, and you were in awe at how the diamonds seemed to catch each color of the rainbow while in the light.

ah, so this is why gojo was feeling anxious.

your silence is what prompts gojo to take the ring out, cleaning it with his fingertips as his shaky voice explains to you.

"i wanted our a-anniversary to be special. i wanted you to know that you're my forever; that no matter what happens to us, if we're ever able to be reborn again, then i would always find you in the next life."

tears were felt filling your vision, as your breathing came out labored. your heart was racing, ready to burst at the seems because you were filled with so much love for the man beside you. he sees your emotions shining through your eyes and finally smiles, as if knowing your answer before you even said it. with a soft whisper of your name, he asks,

"will you marry me?"

immediately, you move the tray away from you, crawling towards gojo while settling yourself on his lap. not even bothering to try to convey your feelings with words, you end up kissing him deeply, slotting your lips against his in a searing kiss that takes his very breath away.

when the need for air proves to be too much did you finally pull away from him, letting out a breathless laugh before telling him, "yes, you absolute dork, i'll marry you."

feeling the pinpricks of premarital bliss, you allow gojo to slide the ring on your left ring finger before you both proceeded to enjoy this wonderful breakfast in bed ♡

[ nanami 💍 ]

nanami kento was a man you would like to describe as being an absolute walking green flag.

even during the first few weeks where you first admitted your feelings for each other, nanami always treated you with the utmost respect. from opening doors for you, to treating you to all of your favorite foods at your favorite restaurant-

it was hard not to fall in love with such a perfect man.

even though you had only been dating him for roughly a year, your feelings for him never once wavered.

while you were at work, admittedly, you were daydreaming about him. in between breaks, you would find yourself writing down his name next to yours within your planner, sighing as you daydreamed about what it would be like to have him as your husband.

he seemed to know that you were thinking of him, because in the next minute, you saw your cellphone flashing with his i.d. plastered on your screen, alerting you to an incoming call from nanami himself.

you picked up the phone within the first ring, not caring how 'desperate' you may seem to talk to your boyfriend, you answer him with a loving smile.

"ken! hello and good afternoon, i was just thinking about you."

you could just imagine his smile when you hear his chuckle on the other line. "really? i was just thinking about you, too."

you continue to talk about your day, but the conversation swiftly changes the moment you ask what he wanted to cook for dinner when you both came home tonight.

"actually, that's why i wanted to call you. i made us reservations to a restaurant." he tells you the name of it, making your eyes widen in response.

"that exclusive place? b-but it's always booked! how did you manage to...?"

you could just picture him pushing up his glasses, the smile all too evident in his voice when he tells you not to worry about it. "all you have to worry about is making yourself pretty for the occasion and allow me to spoil you. can you do that for me, love?"

"but you always spoil me." there was a pout when you told him that, but admittedly, you liked being spoiled-

especially by a man who was as wonderful as nanami.

"it's what you deserve, love." nanami's tone turns softer now, and you achingly wished you could see him.

your voice comes out as a breathless whisper due to your excitement, "i'll see you when i come home?"

"yes, now behave and have a good day at work."

when you said your goodbyes and hung up, you found that it was harder for you to concentrate, since you were too excited for your date with your beloved boyfriend...

{ ... }

time seemed to slow down to a crawl up until the moment you and nanami went home to get ready for your date.

arriving at the restaurant, nanami casually tells the hostess his name and reservation. she gives you both a welcoming smile before leading you to what seems like a more intimate dining area away from the usual tables.

instead, you were brought into a private room with a window view of the gorgeous cityscape at night. your breath was stolen after seeing such a beautiful view, with the lights appearing like glittering jewels beneath the night sky.

nanami was the first to lead you to your seat, sliding it open for you as your eyes were still glued to the scenery outside. "oh ken, this is beautiful."

"nothing but the best for my woman." there was a soft edge heard in his voice, making you shiver when he leans down to press a chaste kiss against your lips.

the rest of the dinner went smoothly, with you and nanami sharing a plethora of appetizers while enjoying your meals between sips of sparkling champagne. when your waiter comes back to get your empty plates, he asks if you would like some dessert, to which nanami agrees to partake in.

"and could you please refill our champagne?"

"absolutely, sir."

the waiter walks away, and before you could thank nanami for this wonderful night, he quickly excuses himself.

"sorry, this is a work-related call i have to take." you nod, allowing nanami to leave when he answers the call, leaving you alone.

with a sigh, you continue looking out at the cityscape, thrumming your fingertips against the table. you were achingly aware of how much time had passed, and how nanami had yet to return.

when you heard footsteps, you assumed it was nanami and nearly jumped from your seat to greet him-

but when the waiter's shy smile was all you could see, you felt the disappointment coursing through you. "i'm sorry for the long wait, ma'am. here is your dessert and champagne."

you quietly thank him, biting back your disappointment as you tried to cheer yourself up by eating some of the delectable dessert. however, when you caught a glimpse of something glittering from your champagne glass, your attention was completely stolen-

for settled at the bottom of the glass was a diamond ring. not a single drop of champagne was seen, and your hands were shaky when they gripped at the glass and tilted it downwards, allowing the ring to fall perfectly within the palm of your hand.

you were speechless, with your mind racing a mile a minute at the sight of the gorgeous ring.

was this truly happening? were all of your dreams coming true in this very moment?

the sound of someone clearing their throat was what makes you look away from the ring, meeting with nanami's solemn gaze.

he says nothing, simply staring at the glittering ring on the palm of your hand. after watching you for a few more beats, he steps closer to you. with him getting down on one knee, he takes a hold of the beautiful engagement ring before sliding it on your left ring finger.

"it comes as no surprise that you're my forever. you are each and every one of my dreams made into reality, and i would be a fool to not claim you as my own."

nanami presses a kiss against the ring settled on your finger, "i know that it feels like i'm not giving you a choice, but i can't help it. i love you too much to let you go another second without claiming you as my wife, so please, say you'll marry me."

with a happy sob, you jump into his arms, causing nanami to fall backwards when you kissed him deeply, tasting the same champagne from his lips with tears streaming down your face.

"oh ken, yes yes yes, a million times yes! please...claim me as yours." you tell him, feeling nanami's smile against your lips when he softly caresses at your cheek, whispering his promises of forever to you ♡

[ yuta 💍 ]

marriage was never a topic you had ever discussed with your beloved sorcerer, solely because you believed he was already 'taken.'

it was strange, but you were never once jealous of yuta okkotsu and his former promise made to his first love, rika orimoto. you knew that she meant a lot to him, and in many ways, she was the one who gave him the strength to fight-

she was the one who made him a powerful special grade sorcerer, one who was able to save people and protect them from all dangers of the world.

so no, you didn't mind nor did you care that you may not be able to marry yuta. all that mattered to you was that you were his current love, and that was more than enough for you.

but lately, there have been some strange things happening with yuta.

take this for example...

a couple of weeks ago, while you were talking to your boyfriend over breakfast, you realized that something was... missing from him. you kept looking at him over and over again, unable to figure out what he was wrong with him.

yuta notices how your eyes kept wandering, making him ask what was wrong.

and it was only when he lifts his right hand that you noticed it.

with a gasp, you take a hold of his hand, seeing an old imprint of a ring on his ring finger-

and such an imprint would have only been made if yuta had taken off his ring.

"i finally know what's off about you. you're not wearing your ring, yuu."

upon hearing your explanation, he pulls his hand away from you, trying to hide his blush while drinking his coffee.

"i-it's nothing, don't worry about it."

but all it did was arouse some suspicion in you.

even stranger was how yuta appeared more... jittery and skittish each time you were near.

and coupled along with his missions, ones that would force him to leave for weeks on end-

you convinced yourself that he had fallen out of love with you. that he was cheating on you, hence why he took off the ring rika had given him.

it was so he could appear like a single man-

so he could break it off with you.

these thoughts kept festering, until it all came to a boiling point.

your outbursts now came during yuta's recent homecoming, where he was greeted by your crying face.

"wha- honey! what happened?!"

he reaches out to you, yet you take a step back while rubbing your hands up and down your arms, near hysterics when you yelled at him. "are you cheating on me, okkotsu?!"

yuta winces the moment you call him by his surname, trying to mitigate whatever was upsetting you when he reaches out to you, "honey, you know i would never do that to you. i love you too much to even think about it-"

a harsh laugh escapes from your lips, "oh that's rich, coming from you! you've been acting so weird this entire time! like taking off rika's ring a-and being so nervous around me. it's like, like you don't even want me around!"

yuta's expression was blank, emotionless even when he inches closer to you. taking advantage of his strength, he pulls you toward him, making you cry out as you kept hitting at his chest.

"let go of me, just let go and break-"

your venomous words ends up being swallowed by yuta's kiss, with you struggling against his embrace for mere seconds before ultimately melting against him. you sigh into his kiss, feeling all of your defensive walls crumbling down into mere ashes.

yuta continues to kiss you, even giving your lips a gentle lick before moving away. "i was never thinking of breaking up with you. and the reason why i removed rika's ring was because i was planning on wearing a new one."

confusion was felt coursing through you when yuta reaches into his pockets, pulling out a black velvet box.

it was as if your brain had short-circuited at the sight, with yuta opening it to reveal the ring of your dreams. mesmerized by how it sparkled from beneath the light, you watch as yuta got down on one knee for you, pressing his forehead against your hands.

"when i tell you i've been in love with you ever since the moment i first saw you, i meant it." yuta was trembling now, "and the fact that you accepted me for who i was- accepted that rika would always be a part of me without asking me to give up what made me whole, i knew that you were the one for me."

a plethora of emotions were seen against his deep blue eyes, his hands shaking when he offers the ring to you once more. "i never once dreamt of leaving you- in fact, it's quite the opposite."

"i wish to tie you to me; i wish for nothing more than for you to spend the rest of your life with me."

"so please, make me the happiest man alive at this very moment, and marry me."

the relief you felt was enough to make you fall to your knees, joining yuta as you wrapped your arms around his neck before kissing him deeply. no words were spoken the moment you pulled away from him, taking a hold of the engagement ring as you slid it on your left ring finger.

"a perfect fit." your voice comes out as shaky now, with yuta softly (lovingly) calling out your name. feeling him frame at your face, you meet his true blue eyes and slot your lips against him once more, kissing him with fervor as you felt excitement at the thought of spending your forever with him and him alone ♡

a.n. - oh, how i wish to marry the jjk men of my dreams! ♡ also, i'm sorry for the rapid updates, since i do write as a way to cope with stress 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x you #yuta okkotsu fluff #jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #.stories

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two-red-lungs · 1 year

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I Can’t Hardly Stand It

BFF!Eddie/Fem!Reader NSFW

Summary: College guys, despite your best attempts, have been leaving you high and dry and desperate in the bedroom. Now, with you back in Hawkins for winter break? Let’s just say your six-foot-something best friend is looking like a real good way to relieve some of that long-standing sexual tension.

That is, if you don’t ruin your friendship in the process.

Word Count: 5.5k

How do you ask a friend to be more than a friend? To lift a foot and place it, however tentative and skittish over the well-established boundary? To enter into a realm of unknown, unfamiliar feelings that, in all likelihood, could destroy that friendship? Crumble it to dust? How the hell does one do that, exactly?

It was a question you had been turning over and over in your head for days, hoping that contemplating it enough would bring you a sudden enlightened answer. But nope. It was still the same agonizing question. You thought it, and in your mind you saw Eddie’s eyes. Big, brown, wet and wide.

How do you ask your friend to fuck you?

When the idea first came to mind you discarded it like a deer stumbling away from a car on a highway. The thought was obscene. Way outta line. You and Eds… you went back years. Maybe a decade at this point. You and him in fifth grade, goofin’ it up out on the playground in the Indiana winter cold, play-fighting with sticks as swords. And now, him calling you once or twice a month: the connection long and expensive and only affordable if all you said was hi, how are you, that’s great, talk to you later. But NYU was your dream school. He knew that. He’d encouraged you to take the scholarship, to get the fuck out of the sleepy town that too often trapped people in little lives that went nowhere.

And you did. You did it. Packed your shit and left, moved into a freshman dorm buzzing with excitement and academia and dirty laundry. It was fun. New York was big and loud and alive and full of cute boys to meet. Oh, meet them you did. Date after date, smiling faces, clumsy, heated kisses.

That’s where the problem really was, see.

You wanted it. The big sin. La petite mort. And without fucking fail, every single skinny-legged eighteen-nineteen-twenty year old you collapsed into bed with was baaaaad. Like, painfully, stupidly, unbelievably bad. Their breath stank or they sweat too much or they popped off like bottle rockets against your bare thigh after just a minute or two of naked squirming and sloppy makeouts. And that left you alone, buzzing with a deep, red hunger. Unfulfilled, day after day. Month after month. It made you realize you needed something more. Someone you could talk to, tell what to do, share information and words with without it feeling awkward or dictatorial or rude. Someone who wasn’t, by and large, a stranger.

Your mind went to one person and now you just couldn’t fucking shake the idea. Kept seeing it in your head. Kept thinking what if.

The plane from JFK landed back in Indianapolis for winter break. Snow was high outside, brilliant diamond-white against cerulean sky, icicles trimming the roof over the pick-up zone in great crystal stalactites. Your breath was fog in the air. And, right on time, god bless him, the familiar brown-and-tan Chevy Nomad van came rolling up with tire chains that growled against the heavy ice.

Your heart jumped directly from your chest into your mouth. Eddie rolled down the passenger window.

“Lookin’ to hitchhike, hot stuff?” He was grinning ear-to-ear, brown eyes crinkling. Ever the comedian. When you muddled through the dirty snow and tugged on the locked handle a few times, that grin got bigger. “Gas, grass, or ass. Can’t let you ride for free.”

“You let me outta the cold right now, Munson, or I’ll have to resort to violence.”

“Oooh, scary. Fine. Get in here.”

He’d driven three hours out to get you, through a small snowstorm and over miles of ice, and three hours back. Not a single complaint. Not a peep. No, instead, Eddie was all sunshine smiles and wicked, warm cackles, asking about your adventures in the city and pulling animated reactions. His rings winked in the cold winter light slanting through the van’s dirty windshield, and his hair was just slightly longer (and drier) than when you’d left four months ago. But he was the same old Eddie, really. Taller than you by a million miles. Soft, broad lips with a sprinkle of new-growing mustache. Bitten fingernails, long eyelashes. A voice like tire rubber and tobacco smoke, which he reeked of.

Funny. It was easy to downplay how much you missed him when you were sequestered in the warrenous dorms at NYU. Now, with him a foot away, watching his veiny hands tap tap tap on the wheel to the rhythm of ‘Rattlehead’? There was heat in your bones. Lapping across your skin, over your cheeks when you glanced down at his narrow thighs, the way they flexed when he accelerated. You hadn’t considered the what if throughout the years of being friends with him. Now it wouldn’t leave your brain. Now that what if brought new thoughts. New need-soaked mental imagery.

Christ, you were hopeless. A single thought about Eddie’s legs flitted through your mind and it brought that roaring wall of unfulfilled heat back with a vengeance. You needed a drink, or several. Or maybe a mallet to the head.

When the Hawkins town sign blew past on the frosted asphalt road to town and Eddie offered you a beer, you leapt at the chance. Especially when he’d enthused about his uncle already booking it to his shift at the plant by now. It wasn’t until you were stomping snow off your boots on his stoop in the late afternoon sun, walking into his shared trailer and getting hit by that unequivocally Eddie smell that you realized the error of your ways. Maybe, just maybe, hanging out alone with the guy you’d been sexually fixating on for weeks in the place you imagined him in the most at night, a hand between your thighs in the dark, wasn’t a good idea.

Eddie popped the top off a heineken in the narrow kitchen and handed it to you. His fingers were icy from the winter chill, smooth against yours. You hid the way your hand jerked a bit by bringing the drink up to your mouth, not even bothering to set down your carry-on before taking a hefty pull.

“Two more months and I can buy these babies on my own. Twenty-one, here I come.” He boasted warmly. His mane of hair shimmied and shook as he fought with the cap on his own bottle: it popped off, plinking against the cabinet before escaping to the linoleum ground, and he scurried after it. You got a long lecherous view of his broad, lithely muscled back under his tight Megadeth shirt before he stood up again, blowing hair away from his mouth. “Won’t even need to use the shitty fake ID ol’ Ricky had made for me.”

“It is pretty crappy.” You agreed. Your mouth was dry. God, you two were so alone right now.

“Yeah. I’m, like, genuinely surprised nobody’s called me on it yet.”

“Is Charles still manning the gas station? That guy’s ancient. He probably doesn’t have the energy to call the cops on you when you’re buying a six-pack.”

Eddie snickered and fuck, it was like liquid sunlight, all soft and good. Another thing you hadn’t realized you’d missed, its effects diminished over the phone. “That’s totally it. Hadn’t even crossed my mind.” He leaned on the counter and sipped his beer, looking down at you and tilting his head to the side. His hair followed like water. “Damn. I kinda missed you, Agatha Christie.”

You swallowed, hard. It was difficult to be under his gaze, now. Knowing the fantasies you’d had. Those brown eyes dredged up every sweaty, slick-fingered moment of imagination between your sheets. “You expect me to be surprised by that?” You replied with a plastered-on smile. “The six-hour commute and free beer kind of gave it away.”

He thunked a hand against his chest. “Foiled again. You see right through me. C’mon.” His beer bottle clinked on the fridge as he passed you, swaggering to him room like he was king of the world. “I got a new strain shipment and a ‘lil freebee along with it. You’re gonna dig it, for sure.” He turned around in his bedroom doorway with dramatic fury, a hand clutching each side. “Two words: Purple haze.”

“Lead the way, king ditchweed.”

“It’s not ditchweed!”

It wasn’t ditchweed. It was, in fact, a nice, smooth smoke. That’s what you elected to focus on, passing the blunt between you and Eddie on his bed, the window cracked just enough to circulate the air but not enough to turn his cramped, messy room into a freezer.

He was leaned up against the headboard, all relaxed, that smile-crinkle under his eyes near-permanent. Eddie took the blunt from you and took a hit, exhaling through his nose: vapors curled up the sides of it and into his curtain of dark hair.

You remembered your fantasy from a week ago, about the ball of that thick nose pressed hard against your clit while his broad, flat tongue punched deep into your— you cleared your throat and shifted around, working sensation back into your buzzing cross-faded limbs.

Well, the sun's gone down, and you're uptown. And you're just out runnin' around: I can't hardly stand it, you're troublin' me! Lux Interior was whining, Elvis-esque, on the record lazily spinning on Eddie’s player. “Okay.” You conceded. “This is good.”

“The song, or the weed?” He brought up a sock-clad foot to deflect your attempt at hitting him, laughing. “What? New York mighta changed your taste in music. Mighta made you forget how good the Cramps were, and shit.”

“You know I was talking about the weed, dummy.” Soft, sentimental affection in your voice was as unmistakable as anything. You just couldn’t help it. Eddie smiled, pressing his lips together and looking away: your eyes drifted to the tendons in his long neck. Beautiful. You wondered how they’d feel under your tongue.

“So. Tell me about the city boys.” He said after a few moments of comfortable silence. When you groaned and put your face in your hands he chortled. “Seriously! Are they cool? Do they do slam poetry? I bet they’ve got you just hooked, huh. Ridin’ the subway and shit.”

“We don’t have to talk about boys, Eds. I can’t imagine that’s entertaining for you.”

The metalhead shrugged and took another drag. “Can you blame me for wanting to keep tabs on your bodice-ripping paperback escapades?” He cupped his face, mimicking a cherub. “That’s just how good of a friend I am.”

“Alright, alright! You ham.” You turned that what if over again in your mind. “It’s been. Weird. I’ve met a lot of guys, sure, but. I dunno. They’re not… great?”

“Define not-great. Do I need to kick someone’s ass?”

“How honest do you want me to be?”

“Uhh, mega-honest. Obviously.”

“Eddie, they’re shit in bed.”

Eddie exploded into a cacophony of coughs, thumping his chest and bending away from the headboard. Only when he was done, eyes watering, did he speak, giving a disbelieving shake of his head. “Wow, that was… honest.”

“Hey, you asked.” The ragged hem of your comfy travel shirt was looking really interesting right now. You chose to focus on it. “I’ve, uh. Been with a couple guys, now, and each time, they’re just…” You sucked on your teeth, trying to phrase it tactfully. “Selfish. Like I’m not even there. Like they don’t care at all about me. And I’m half the fucking equation in that— that goddamn horizontal tango, you know?”

“That sounds pretty frustrating.” Eddie, for once in his life, sounded serious. His voice was soft, like he cared.

“Trust me, it is. I thought about calling it quits a couple of times, y’know? But I’m human! I got… wants. And needs, and stuff.” The silence after your words was deafening, and the record switched softly-playing tracks. The what if came back. And fuck it, you were a little high and a little tipsy and hey, if bringing this up ruined everything, you’d be on a plane to New York in a few days anyway. “You know how you used to, like… joke? When we were high? That it was just you and me, whining about being lonely, and we should just.” You struggled. “Help each other out. Let off steam.”

Eddie stared. And stared. His eyebrows lifted. For a moment you were worried he would be frozen for eternity. “Uh. Okay. I, hah.” A laugh of disbelief jumped out. He pinched his nose and shook his head. “Okay, uh. If I’m, uhh… misinterpreting this, feel free to, like, punch me. Just… full force. You, uh…” God, how many interjections could this man use? “You wanna. Have sex with me?”

“It’s so weird, I know.” Your words were a blurting, flushed, panicked tumble. You hadn’t really registered it until he said it out loud. “It’s so totally weird, and I shouldn’t have said anything, seriously, just forget it—”

“No, no.” He wetted his lips nervously, that pink tongue darting out. Eddie’s eyes were wide. “No, uh. It’s— I get it. We all, like. Get a little backed up sometimes, right? Nothing to be ashamed of.”

“God, you did not just say backed up—”

“You know what I mean!” He ran a hand down his pink-flushed face, hunched forward and cross-legged, close enough to touch. Close enough to feel his body heat. “Jesus. Jesus shitfuck.”

“Eds, let’s just pretend I didn’t say—”

“We could. We could do it.” He interjected. That tongue between his lips again, trapped, a little slice of wet, shining pink. “Um. I, uh. If it’s something you wanted to do.”

Your stupid betrayer heart was drumming double time, making your palms clammy and face red. “You don’t have to say yes because of me.”

“Hey. You’re a chick, and I’m a dude, and that’s like, basic biology 101 so… I wanna.” His gaze, skittish, like he was a timid fawn, met yours for a second and it was like steel against flintstone. It sent a zing up your spine. “It’d just be like… helpin’ each other out, and shit, right?”

“Yeah.” God, your mouth was dry. You hadn’t felt like this, shaking like a virgin, since you were sixteen. You’d laid yourself emotionally bare in front of him. Told him you needed to be touched. Loved. And he’d said yes. “Just helping.”

A beat of silence. Then another. Then another. Eddie leaned forward and then you were kissing.

It was a wet, searing thing. Like a current of electricity was passing between you, hot and bright and so, so unlike anything you’d felt at fucking NYU. He grunted against your mouth, leaning forward into you. Then there was a hand on your knee and god, fuck, fuck your life, that wasn’t supposed to feel good. That wasn’t supposed to feel like your skin was lighting up gold under his palm, and yet here you were. Illuminated by his touch like a celibate.

“You gotta,” Eddie spoke in breaths, crowding you against the thin wall of the trailer, heat bleeding from his chest through his shirt, “tell me what you need, ‘kay? Promise?”

“More.” You replied immediately. You grabbed at him on instinct, getting a fistful of his shirt, tugging it up, up over his head: he moved with you immediately, pulling it off like it offended him, and oh. His nipples were dusky-dark pink, his pectorals small hills. The skullish demon head over his heart was staring you down.

Eddie pressed a sloppy kiss with searing lips to your upper cheek, eyes centimeters from yours. Looking at you all gentle and needy. “Can I take your shirt off? Please, I wanna—” He swallowed and his adam’s apple bobbed. “Wanna see you.”

“Yeah.” Your voice trembled like an autumn leaf. “You can see me, Eds.”

His hands were so broad and firm. They rolled your shirt up over your head: Eddie hissed through his teeth. “God, fuck. Fuck me, man. Look at you.” That dark brown gaze was locked on your tits, the way your bra cupped them together. “Those New Yorkers have no idea what they’re missing, man.”

“Eddie.” You said softly. His gaze snapped back up to you, framed by dark curls of hair. “Touch me.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I can, uh. I can do that.” His lips parted as he touched you, hot palms traveling up your ribs, over your shoulders. He dipped his head, planting kiss to your collarbones: it was like you’d been shot, a slow, scalding heat spreading from that point. Eddie held one of your hips and slowly, ever so slowly, eased you onto your back. You knew he could see your jackrabbit heart racing in the veins on your neck, see the way your shallow breaths were so fucking fast.

When you pawed between you two, sticking an arm against his burning-hot stomach to fumble with the fly of his jeans, he made a choked noise and grabbed your wrist. Eddie was breathing heavily against your face, holding himself over you with one arm braced by your head. “Wait, wait.” He took a deep breath. Hairs tickled your face. “Uh, just. Just wait.”

“I wanna touch to you too, Eds.”

He looked like the words falling from your lips were as good as head. “Jesus— not yet. Not— I don’t wanna end this too fast, and if you keep, haah—” another expletive when you pressed fingers blindly to his fly, down against his dick, “— doing that, that’s where we’re gonna end up.”

With a hum of frustration at being denied, you tilted your chin up in a demand for another kiss: he conceded without a fight, saliva-slick lips heady and addictive. You felt like you could kiss him forever, like this: the curtains drawn, early dusk darkening the room, his skin against yours sending frissons from your head to your toes. You pawed like an animal. Fingers clutching his back, feeling his shoulder blades move under his skin, his ribs expand and contract.

When you brought a thigh out, knee bending to hook a leg around his narrow hips, he seemed to make up his mind. “Fuck, okay.” He broke the kiss again. “D’ya think— can I take your pants off?”

“Yeah. Yeah, god, Eddie, please.”

Like it was a goddamn race Eddie had your buttons undone and you were helping him shuffle your pants down and throwing them to the floor. He made another noise in the back of his throat and rested himself at your side, up on one elbow. Eddie put a hand on your sternum and slowly, agonizingly slowly, dragged it down. His face turned up to you every once in a while: checking in. Making sure you were still here with him. His fingers caught on the hem of your underwear for a second and you sucked in a breath, but he kept going.

Feather-light pads landed on the lips of your pussy over your underwear. So light you could barely feel it. They traced up and down in slow, careful circles. Eddie looked almost hypnotized by the fact that he was even touching you: he watched his own hand like it was a magic show.

“Tease.” You huffed out, bucking up slightly against his fingers.

That crooked smile returned. “Nah.” He looked at you with affection. “Just tryin’ to make it good.” Those finger pads went up, up, up. Eddie tracked your expression, lips parting gently when your eyes bulged because oh, yep, that was your clit he’d caught for a second. He focused in on that little stiffening nub, snug under damp fabric, and the muscles in your stomach curled. “Ohhh, fuck. You like that, huh? Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You barely eked it out. “Feels nice.”

“Bet nobody gave her any attention at your college, huh?” His words hit you like thunderbolts, and you swore you felt yourself clench around nothing. Eddie’s tongue was trapped between his teeth again. He thumbed your clit round and round in circles.

“Eds.” Your voice was a warning, desperate though it was. “More, c’mon.”

“Tell me what you need.” Maybe with someone else the words would have come out commanding, domineering. But Eddie was looking down at you with those big wet eyes like you’d hung the moon, like he’d do anything to please you, lips parted all rosebud-soft.

“Get inside me. Please. Just— your fingers, put them in, please.”

Still laid out long beside you, his fingers crept underneath the hem of your underwear, rasping against your trimmed bush as he slowly pulled the fabric down, down, down, till it pooled around your knees. “Fuck.” He said again, intelligently. “Fuck. Fuck. Can’t believe you’re letting me do this.” A finger ran down the parting line of your folds as he spoke and you jerked like a woman possessed. “Can’t believe you’re letting me touch you, god.”

His finger hooked at your soft, sopping, willing entrance. “Wait.” You blurted. His veiny hand froze. “Two. Two, uh, fingers, Eds.”

“Okay, yeah. Okay.” His voice shook. And then those long, calloused, beautiful fucking fingers were delving into your flesh, just thick enough for a little stretch, a little delicious addictive burn: if you weren’t so hyper turned-on by the sight you’d be embarrassed about how absolutely sopping you were.

Your walls fluttered around his fingers and he looked like he’d died and gone to heaven. “So warm.” Was all he got out unevenly. There was no warning before he was slowly and rhythmically fucking you with his fingers, the slick squelch loud as thunder. The sight of his broad hand disappearing between your gently parted thighs was... addictive. You held his forearm tight as he fingered you, your grip moving with each slow thrust.

This was fantasy. This was perfect fucking gratification. Sweating nearly-naked on his messy duvet, surrounded by his quintessential smell, Eddie inches away from you all laid out with a tent in his jeans so hard it looked like it hurt. This was just like your daydreams. Better, even.

You let your head fall to the side, where he was laid out all long next to you. It rested against his chest. You could feel the hum of his hummingbird heart behind the flesh and bone. “Eddie...” the word was a breathy sigh, but it earned him dropping his head over yours, pressing a wild, wet kiss to the crown of your head, leaving his mouth there. He groaned into your hair when you squirmed, thighs shifting, clenching around his fingers.

“Shit— sorry, hold on, thing is fuckin— killin’ me, hurts so bad.” He muttered hoarsely, pulling fingers from your heat to fumble with his fly. His digits were too slick to get a grip on the zipper and oh man if that didn’t do something for you. You reached across your stomach without a second thought and pulled it open, and hello.

Eddie was so hard it looked like it ached. The head of this fat cock peeked out from the top of his briefs, so red it was nearly purple. It was shiny, smeared with drooling precum that slicked up the turtleneck skin around it.

You thumbed the shaft over the fabric. Eddie sounded like he’d been socked in the gut. “Ohhhhkay.” He wheezed out. You crept upwards, dragging down his underwear and popping his bobbing cock out. It twitched, kissing his hair-dusted abdomen for a moment. God. You’d never wanted anything in your mouth so badly. You bet he tasted good: like salt and skin and Eddie.

The noises he made when you cupped him, running a loose grip up and down his shaft in lazy pumps, should have been illegal. They made the soft, wanton and slick heat between your legs feel like a bonfire, like an ancient calling demanding you do what humans had been doing for centuries before you.

You wanted to swallow him to the base. Wanted to stay there for eternity, feeling him throb under your fingers and feeling his fingers in you. But poor Eds was on a timer. And you wanted as much as you could get.

“Eds...” You trailed off, looking at him, how he held himself coiled-up tight while you touched his dick, like he was focusing so hard on not cumming. His wide eyes glittered in the low light. You kissed him again: quick and messy. “Can we...”

“Yeah.” His reply came out as a squeak and he cleared his throat. “Yeah. Please.”

“We need a condom.”

“Right.”

He was off the bed like a shot, shaking the mattress, flinging open bedside table drawers like a mob croney coming to collect debt money. He rifled through their contents with extreme (almost desperate) prejudice. The prize was found: a shiny gold-foil-wrapped Trojan. Seeing him stand at the foot of the bed, framed between your knees in front of you, dick twitching in the air and foil between his teeth? That was a sight that was going to be burned into your mind for the rest of your life.

Eddie tore open the condom with his teeth and spat out the corner. He fumbled to roll it on with shaking hands. “Shit.” He hissed, the condom springing off several times. It was like someone had set him to vibrate.

Your hand closed over his bigger one. Slowly, together, you got the condom on: shiny and off-white on his cock.

He was still huffing like a racehorse. You couldn’t blame him: your body was alight, all active like you’d run a marathon. You didn’t know what it was: it was never like this with other guys. Little touches didn’t set you on fire. Gentle, caring fingers didn’t make you gush.

With Eddie’s help you laid flat onto your back once more and eased your hips to the edge of the mattress. He stood between them, thighs pressed against mattress cover. His hands were warm on your thighs: kneading them, drifting up and down a few times while he looked down at you, his chest patchy with blush.

“You sure?” He asked. There was anxiety in his voice. This wasn’t just being handsy. This was all the way.

“Yeah. ‘M sure.” When he let his cock rest on your pelvis, hefty and scalding, you swallowed hard. “It’s you, Eds. I trust you.”

Eddie bit down on his lower lip, hard, and lined himself up with you. It was only when the head of his cock nudged your slick entrance and your pussy clenched rhythmically in reply, in excited hopefulness, that you realized how true that statement was.

That’s why this was taking you apart. Not because it was sex. Or good sex. Because it was Eddie.

He pushed into you slow with a hand clamped down on each thigh and it was like seeing god. The breach was fat and full, heat on heat, no resistance. You both made noises. He fit you like a goddamn glove.

Eddie swore, over and over, when he got up to the hilt. His eyes clenched shut, face screwed up, steeling himself against the overwhelming pleasure. And for you, that was agony.

“Eds, c’mon, please, please move.” You weren’t above begging.

“Fuuuuuck me, man.” He groaned out all high and breathless, and then he was clenching his teeth and snapping forward, hips bumping against you so hard it made the fucking bed sway. He fucked you like he was trying to keep you, like he was trying to make this the best you’d ever had: he even canted his hips up, hunting for that spot inside you that he’d read made girls go mad.

“So good, so wet, god, so good,” Eddie rambled like a lunatic, a drop of drool falling free from his red lips. “So fucking warm, huh, aren’t you? Yeah you are. So nice and warm, warm on my dick, fuck, love how fucking soaked you are.”

You were in heaven. No, somewhere better. Somewhere where sex wasn’t a sin and you were getting your guts rearranged by your best friend, the guy who knew you the best, who saw you, the real you. “Eddieeeee.” You almost couldn’t get it out, breath punched out of you so deliciously with each thrust. “My clit, Eds, touch it.”

He brought a hand to it instantly, fingers sliding through the wet where his cock spread you open and dragging it up in rough, wild circles around your clit. You could see all his dark-eyed focus was on you: fucking you, filling you, giving it to you exactly how you had needed it for so long. Taking care of you.

Fuck, that thought was gonna make you cum.

“More, please,” You begged, “so close, Eds, so—”

“God, fuck me man, you— you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to see you cum, oh my god.” Eddie spoke like he couldn’t stop himself, all disjointed and panting over the pornographic slap of his balls on your ass. “Wanted to see it for so long, please, please, lemme see it, lemme see you—”

His begging, his disclosure, his desperation— you went careening off the edge into the abyss while he rubbed frantically at your clit, and you swore your eyes rolled up into the back of your skull.

There it was. The thing you’d been craving, bone-deep, for months.

The perfect orgasm.

Drifting back to earth, you had a body made of melted butter. A body made of summer sun and amber. Pure contentment radiated through every single immaculate cell.

Eddie was still fucking you. Short, uneven thrusts, sweat beads rolling down his chest, long, wild hair sticking to his face. His brows were down in focus, lost in sensation. You lifted two shaking legs and wrapped them around his waist, locking him into your snug cunt. He looked up at you in hazy, pleasure-drunk shock, and then you squeezed down on him as hard as you could.

“Fuck!” Was all he barked out, and then he was doubling over, staggering forward against your hips, pelvis stuttering. Gripping your thighs like lifelines. He thrust once, twice, three times more, and then Eddie— your exhausted, beanstalk-tall, wild-child Eddie— collapsed on top of you, heavy as all hell. The crown of his head was right under your nose, and you could feel his ribs against yours.

He couldn’t see you right now. You let yourself smile fondly, satedly, into his hair.

Together you breathed raggedly, radiating body heat. The clock in the kitchen, past the ajar door, continued to tick. The silence was no longer charged: it was honest, relaxed. Fulfilled.

“You’re so heavy.” You said eventually.

“Thanks. I’ve been working out.” Eddie’s voice was muffled in your tits. After a time, though, he raised his head. Propped himself up a bit on his elbows over you. Spat hair out of his mouth. “So, uh.” His lips opened and closed like a fish, awkward and unsure. “Was that, um. Good for you, or...?”

“Of course it was good, Eddie. Obviously! Don’t ask stupid questions.” You replied with mock seriousness: an age-old bit you’d always done with him. A sign that hey, no camaraderie lost, right?

He played along, looking mock wounded. “Well, I didn’t want to assume. It’s not like it went on for an hour, or ended with a squirt, or—”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” You laughed. He was staring at you in that fond way again. The guitar pick on his necklace tickled your clavicle. “I mean... we have the rest of the night, right?”

He looked stunned. He blinked a few times. “I mean— yeah, like, if that’s something you want to—”

“I want to.”

Another blink. The tongue made its reappearance. “Okay. We can... okay. Yeah.” The slow grin began its climb onto his broad face. “We can totally do that. All-nighter.”

“Don’t get cocky.”

The Munson landline was a little ragged, but it worked. “Yeah, mom, I can’t wait to see you too.” You said into the phone tucked between your ear and bare shoulder as you leaned against the kitchenette counter, hand in a bag of chips. You watched Eddie fight a box of waffles for their delicious cargo and pop four into the toaster. “The snow’s just real bad right now. You know how it is. I’ll get in tomorrow, I swear.”

Eddie slowly shook his head, hands on his hips, hitting the disapproving church-mom pose. He mouthed for shame and wagged a finger. You threw a chip at him. It plunked ineffectually off his bare chest.

“Love your too, mom. Yeah, I’ll sleep warmly tonight. Bye.”

“Oh, you’ll be sleepin’ warm, alright.”

“I knew you were gonna say that!”

“How could you possibly know what I was gonna say?”

The two of you returned to amicability, trading jabs and scoffs and sparkling smiles: but in your mind, somewhere in the far back, you held on to what he’d divulged in the heat and fervor of the moment. That he’d wanted to see you cum. Wanted to see it for ages.

He’d thought about you. Like you’d thought about him. You tucked that away for later. Now, though? Now you were laughing your ass off while Eddie juggled burning-hot waffles with his bare hands before dumping them onto a plate and flapping his singed palms about like a bird.

So. How do you ask your friend to fuck you? Turns out, sometimes, you just ask.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #my writing #if this has typos. no it doesnt. its simply so so late and i am so so sleeby

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peachdues · 7 months

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OF COURTSHIPS & RUSES — TEASER

Duke!Satoru Gojo x Reader • Bridgerton AU

god dammit. Okay. Fine.

Of Courtships & Ruses , a Gojo x Reader Bridgerton AU has been added to the WIP pile.

It will be hella NSFW. But enjoy the teaser.

You made to hastily leave the garden, but the way the heir to the Six Eyes clan stared at you brought you to a halt.

“What are you doing?”

The Duke only smirked, his eyes glowing even in the dark spring air. “I am marveling over my own brilliance.”

Time and time again, Mother had reminded you that rolling one’s eyes was not the habit of a proper lady, but at that moment, you found it impossible to heed her words.

“I did not think it possible that twiggish neck of yours could tolerate your head growing any larger,” You lifted your chin high as you stared down your nose at him. “But it seems I was mistaken. What, pray tell, is this stroke of genius you claim?”

He only grinned, ignoring your barb. “A solution to our mutual Sorceress issue.”

You scoffed. “I need no such help,” though even as you said them, the words felt hollow. “Her Majesty declared me this season’s Diamond.”

The Duke feigned surprise. “My apologies,” he said in mock earnest. He pointedly turned his head from side to side as though searching for something lurking in the darkened garden. “I must have walked right past your line of eligible suitors.”

The serenity of the garden, broken only by the occasional chirp of the crickets and the distant sounds of the party beyond, made the silence hanging in the air all the louder.

“What are you proposing?” You finally asked, eyes narrowed.

The twinkle in Satoru Gojo’s eyes was dangerous. “We could pretend to form an attachment.”

He took a step towards you, a hand on his chin as he delighted in his idea. “Think for a moment — I do not wish to be married, and you wish to have your pick of the Ton’s most eligible suitors.”

“With you on my arm, all will believe I have finally found my future duchess; all those plotting mothers will finally leave me be.” The Duke’s excitement rolled off him, creating a buzz in the air. “And every man worth his salt will be looking at you.”

Gojo closed the distance between the two of you, the woody scent of cypress and mandarin washing over you.

“Surely you know that men are always more interested in a woman when they believe another has set his eyes on her as well,” his grin was lupine. “Particularly when that other man happens to be a Duke.”

“You presume Lady Sorceress will —“ you began to protest.

“I presume Lady Sorceress will perceive us exactly as we wish,” Gojo said smoothly. “Me, unavailable; you, desirable.”

You could not tear your eyes away from his. “It is an absurd plan,” you chuffed, and yet, you could not stop the smile beginning to tug at your lips. “Ludicrous, even.”

“Provided you do not wish to marry me, and I do not wish to marry you, whatever do you have to lose?”

The Duke turned away from you then and took two, long strides back toward the garden gate and the party raging at the front of the sprawling estate.

You remained there, among the hyacinths and wisteria trees, frozen in your uncertainty.

Could you truly pull this ruse off? Could you save your debut season, and perhaps show everyone in the Ton precisely why Her Majesty deigned to name you her Diamond?

“My lady,” the Duke turned back towards you and held out his arm, waiting to escort you back to the garden as a proper gentleman would.

You looked between the intricate cuff at the end of the tailored sleeve of his waistcoat and back to those piercing cerulean eyes.

His arm was his final offer; to take it would be to accept it, unequivocally on his terms.

To deny would be to resign yourself to the desolate corners of humiliation and isolation for the rest of the season; perhaps your life.

Whatever do you have to lose?

You stepped forward, back straight and chin held high, as you slid your hand into the crook of his arm.

You inhaled once through your nose, allowing the scent of the blooming garden wisteria to calm you. “Shall we?”

Satoru Gojo smiled as he led you back to the dazzling lights and symphonic melodies of the season’s first grand revel.

#jjk fanfic #gojo satoru #jjk satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo saturo #gojo x you #jjk fic #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk

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adrift-in-thyme · 3 months

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Happy belated birthday @luna-lovegreat !!! Here’s the Sky fluff I promised!

So sorry this took me awhile to finish!

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“Just how strong is the bond between a loftwing and a Skyloftian?”

Sky has been asked that question quite often since plummeting to the surface. Even more so after he ventured from his timeline. He never truly knows how to reply. How can he explain their relationship? How can he put into words the utter exhilaration of soaring atop your loftwing?

From what he has observed, people usually place platonic love — and especially the platonic love between human and beast — somewhere beneath both romantic and familial, as though it is an inferior thing. As though it can never reach the same heights and depths as the others. The same precious worth. But Sky knows differently.

The love a loftwing and their rider share is like nothing else. As priceless and unbreakable as a diamond.

So, when, finally, a portal spits the heroes out in his era, Sky is overjoyed.

He can see Sun for the first time in forever, wrap her in his loving arms, hold her close and breathe her in, and whisper everything he’s wanted to tell her all these long months. He can see his friends, his family, the place that will always be his home, no matter how far he travels or what monsters he battles.

And —

He separates from Sun, runs to Lofty as the bird lands in a rush of wind and feathers. A grin splits his face and it feels good to smile after everything, so, so good…

— and he can reunite with his loftwing.

“Wow!” Wind gasps, mouth agape. “So, that’s a loftwing?”

“Close that mouth of yours before you swallow a bug,” Twilight teases, setting a hand on the sailor’s shoulder. His lips quirk up in a smile. “He’s beautiful, Sky.”

Lofty preens beneath the praise, ruffling his feathers and throwing back his head. Sun chuckles, and Sky sends her a grin.

“He is, isn’t he?” He sighs, leaning his forehead against Lofty’s beak. The next words leave his lips in a whisper meant only for the glorious animal before him…though if the beautiful woman standing close beside him hears he won’t mind. “I missed you so much, Lofty.”

A low trill emanates from the bird.

“He has missed you too,” Sun murmurs. “I’ve taken him out for a few flights to keep his wings limber. But you know he truly flies for no one except you.” She cocks her head, a grin on her lips. “You should take him out for a flight.”

He turns to her, a question in his eyes. It’s been so long, after all. He feels as though he hardly has enough time to catch up with them both. Much less Gaepora and Groose and everyone else….

“Are you sure, Zel?”

Sun nods and the breeze lifts her golden locks. “Go on, sleepyhead. We’ll have all the time in the world to spend together once you get back.”

Sky breathes in deep.

That’s right. They have time now. For the first time in a while, they have time.

He raises his eyes to Lofty’s, excitement alighting in his chest.

“You wanna go for a flight, Lofty?”

Feathers fly as the bird straightens, shaking himself out. His proud cry reverberates around the space.

Sky leans over, presses a kiss to Sun’s lips. And then, surrounded by the echoes of oohs and awws and ews that sound from his brothers, he climbs atop the loftwing’s back and is off.

The sky is a brilliant blue today. And while it’s always a brilliant blue in Skyloft – has been since he was born – Sky can still appreciate its splendor.

Even the brightest, most joyful heavenly display in another Hyrule cannot measure up to the plush clouds and soaring ceruleans of his home. And as Lofty climbs higher and higher, he feels a wide grin stretch his lips.

It is wonderful to be home.

He had known that he missed it – this little island full of vibrancy and life. The longing had eaten at him during the long nights and dogged at his steps through their arduous journey. But he supposes he had suppressed it to an extent — denied it even — if only to keep going. If only to keep from crumbling beneath the fear that always captures him when he sets foot on firm, grounded earth.

The fear that he will never again take to the skies.

But now as Lofty turns his grand body in a barrel roll and his sailcloth lifts and the wind sings in his ears and fills his nostrils with exhilarating freshness, those dark feelings are miles away.

Lofty pauses abruptly at the tail end of the trick. Then, he dives, plunging downward so suddenly that Sky’s stomach plummets along with him. His grin grows wider even as the brisk air steals any moisture from his mouth. He’ll be choking later, more than likely. But he is used to it by now.

A dry throat is a small price to pay.

Lofty shoots up, goes down again. Another pointed spin takes out a drifting octo. Sky’s echoing whoop turns to almost giddy laughter.

“Having fun, sleepyhead?” Someone calls from his right. Sky looks up just in time to catch sight of Sun streaking towards him. Her loftwing flips upside down as they soar over his head. Her delicate fingers reach for his and for a split second, the world seems to slow.

“Sorry,” she says as their fingers brush in the ghost of a caress, “I couldn’t resist joining you.”

Lofty lets out an eager call of welcome and Sky smiles.

“I’m glad you did, Zelda.”

She smiles and the world seems to grow a little brighter.

It always does when she’s around…

“How about a race, then?” She inclines her head toward the minuscule forms standing on the edge of Skyloft. “They’ve already cast bets.”

Sky chuckles. “All in favor of you, I’m sure.”

She doesn’t reply. But her smile grows just a touch larger, a hint of mischief in it.

Sky shakes his head.

He’ll admit it hurts a little to be betrayed by his brothers in such a way. They’re right though.

The only person who could ever beat him in a fair race was Sun.

“Alright.” His grin is more fierce now, teeth bared in playful determination. “You’re on!”

Yes, he thinks as they streak toward the designated finish line, the tips of their loftwings’ wings just touching, the bond between a loftwing and their partner is strong. As strong as the love he feels for Zelda. As strong as the love he feels for his brothers.

His family.

And maybe in it’s own way…even stronger.

#hope you don’t mind that some zelink found its way in here #I can never resist skyward sword zelink lol #anyway I hope you enjoyed!#and had a wonderful birthday :D #trin writes #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu sky #lu sun #lu chain #fluff #zelink

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petrichorium · 10 months

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pluvi begging you to expand on gojo not wanting what happened to his mother to happen to you 🙏

warnings: it’s all a dream so nothing is real aside from the flashback stuff but pregnancy as horror, (sewing) needles, implied gore/eye trauma, implied child harm, gojo is messed up yo!!! and its bc of his mama!!!

he dreams about her.

it’s an odd thing, really. gojo isn’t much of a dreamer—not much of a sleeper, all things considered, but it’s difficult not to give in when you drag him to bed and curl up in his arms. the soft rise and fall of your chest, the steady thump of your heart, the sound of your breath; it soothes him into slumber.

and he dreams about her. she was always young. he’s older now than she ever got to be. frail, thin; borderline skeletal, robes hanging from her body like webbing. she sits in a chair facing a window, swathed in moonlight, the silver of her embroidery needle glinting with each stab. her face is veiled. her stomach is swollen with child.

she doesn’t turn to him, but she beckons without noise. his feet take him easily to her, and he kneels at her side as she sets aside the embroidery hoop to let him place his head on her knees.

her hand is cold as it threads through his hair. it’s gentle, at first. then harsher a moment later. she grips firm, tugs him up by those electric white threads, stares down at him through all that elaborate lace.

he imagines she’s weeping beneath it. his mother never wept before him, but she was pretty in the aftermath, eyes puffy and pink and shining. they were a cold kind of loving when they regarded him. she must have been beautiful once, elegant and lithe and willowy, cruel like the heartless sea and sharp like a brilliant diamond, but whatever was there is long gone. he thinks all sons must empty their mothers, bleed them dry from within, because his was always a shell.

she trails her hand down the side of his face, and he turns into the palm and closes his eyes, and she is silent as she sets down her embroidery to lift her veil. she is silent and hollow and eidolic as her fingers brush down his jaw and tilt his head up to look at her.

but it’s your face that he sees when he opens his eyes.

it’s your hand against his cheek, your eyes pink and puffy and pretty, your stomach bulging by his own doing. it’s your fingers that pluck up the needle, still attached to a thread of brilliant cerulean, and raise it to his eye.

his mother never was able to pierce him with that needle. she stopped herself, each and every time, dropping it and tugging him close in shame. she never doted, never was kind, but she never did manage to harm him.

you do. he lets you. it’s only fair. whatever thing is in your stomach can’t be human—whether god or demon what does it matter, at the end of the day—and didn’t he put it in you himself? if his mother never got the satisfaction of spilling his blood, shouldn’t you?

but he wakes just as the tip pierces his iris, and you hold him in your lap, eyes wide with concern and not puffy from weeping, and you hold no child within you. your hands thread through his hair and they’re warm, your lips plush when you bend to press a kiss to his brow.

he turns inward to press his face into your (empty, blissfully vacant) abdomen. the wetness he leaves there, falling from his so very coveted eyes, is colorless.

he thinks it ought to be brilliant crimson.

#ask.🌧#saintshigaraki #cw.pregnancy #cw.child abuse #cw.trauma #cw.gore #cw.needles #char.🌧 gojo #mine.🌧#no children #tags will have some discussion of harming others & oneself as well as poor mental health in general pls be aware #i hope u like it beloved i am suddenly very self-conscious abt this one #there were originally more examples of her nearly-harming him but i ended up rewriting the snippet to focus on the needle thing #but in my head she...... had fits where she seriously considered maiming him but stopped herself #getting very close to it in many instances #idk. to me she was MEAN and stoic and gojo's obsession with her made his doting aunties and grannies beyond furious. thats what i think #and the only reason his clan kept her around was bc she was the only thing that could stop his tantrums #bc she was ambitious and cruel and she really did fight for him when needed. she could be scary. they rlly wanted her gone #n e way. ty for ur patience i hope it was worth the wait JKHADBFV

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stararch4ngelqueen · 8 months

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ngllll was listening to Partition by Beyonce and thinking of Dick Grayson and fem!reader having a bit of fun in the back of a limo 😫

Never heard that but I feel like I listened to it on a Brenton Thwaites tiktok edit 🧍🏽‍��️

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You wore that dress to tease him, he just knew you did.

The silk, the low neckline leaving room for your minimalist diamond necklace. The slip along your left side, revealing a flash of glistening, moisturized skin, ankles decorated by flashy gems on your heels.

The color.

A beautiful, dark cerulean blue.

Dick could only keep his hands off you for so long, maintaining his composure as he watched you lean down to crawl inside the limousine. He told himself to keep his hands off you at the Gala, but one of his mistakes was inviting you to a dreadfully boring event.

Or, was it really a mistake?

The second the limousine began rolling out of the lot, you sat up out of your seat, reaching over to pull the privacy screen shut, boxing away your view of the driver.

He didn’t even need to question why you did that, his hands practically grasping your hips when you rose out of your seat, squeezing that gorgeous ass.

Another mistake was sitting you in his lap, ruining your perfectly done lipstick as his hands securely roam down along your back.

His gravest mistake was sliding his hand higher than the exposed slip revealed, coming to a surprise when his hand continued to glide across smooth, bare skin.

No underwear. Not even a thin, expensive thong he had bought you plenty of after ripping each one you owned.

What a shock.

“Goddamn, baby,” he grunts against your lipstick smeared lips. “You wanted this to happen, didn’t you?”

Your only response was a smirk, admiring his rustled up hair from your relentless hands. Lipstick stains smeared along his plush lips, scarcely along his chin from your eager make out.

If the limo were to drive over a speed bump, or accidentally come across a pot hole, this would mean your perfect little cunt would make a complete mess of his raging hard on, poorly hidden by his dress pants.

Now, not only does he have complete eye candy sitting in his lap; you went ahead and unwrapped yourself for his pleasure.

“You know I don’t like big parties, Dick,” you purr, manicured fingers working on undoing the buttons on his dress shirt. “You don’t wanna go either. Admit it.”

He groans, tilting his head back against the headrest while rubbing circles along your skin. Pretty little thing like you has a perfectly good head on your shoulders, and judging by how you looked at him, you eagerly wanted to give him some of it.

“No. No, I don’t.”

No way is he letting you roam along at the Gala like this. The both of you should’ve stayed home.

#sorry this is so plain #titans dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x female!reader #dick grayson x reader #dick Grayson #dc dick grayson #so like #this was done in a drive thru #guess which one

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scarletevening · 5 months

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👋hii

For the Christmas request:

Satoru

Prompt: hey look it's snowing

My idea??: walking through the Christmas market with gojo backhugging reader *lip bite emoji*

With a cold, introverted reader pls!

Thanku

ⓑⓔⓐⓤⓣⓨ [ 𝚐𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞 ]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓; ❞ Look! Look! it's snowing!"

cw: none, fluff, mutual pining, cold, introverted, gn! reader.

Even with mitten on your hands, the cold air was not any kinder to your fingertips.

The two of you walked together, hands stuffed in your pockets, worshiping the shiny craftsman ship of Christmas ornaments, cards, wrapping, trinkets, gifts, all littered around you like stars.

Of course, climate isn't something too avoidable, so as you and your company walked, Gojo having more of a strut, the cold air picked up, and the sun hid behind the clouds.

"You know what this means!"

His voice rang in your ear as a joyful bell, pulling the corners of your lips into a subtle smile.

"Yes, Gojo, yes I-"

"Look! Look! It's snowing!!"

And it indeed was. Soft, plush, minuscule flakes descending from the dreary sky. Habitually, maybe instinctually, both you raised your hands reached to grasp the snowflakes, knowing they would melt with contact. It was slow, gentle flakes touching and dissolving at every object around you.

His hair was already white, but it glittered like a diamond as each snowflake took hold, the sprinkled rays of sunlight reflecting off of each droplet. His eyes peaking under his cover as he looks toward you, the glimmering ornaments of celebration framing his face like a picture, glowing like the moon among the night.

He was undeniably gorgeous, and you knew that the moment you look into his cerulean eyes you couldn't keep a straight face. So you didn't, you kept your eyes away, blamed the blush on your cheeks on cold air rather than your imagination.

He laughed beside you, collecting the snow in his palms with a grin. Of course, he was him, and he naturally began to try to throw it at you. You gasped, glaring at him with a smile pulling at the corner of your lips, your hand picking up what little snow there was on the floor of Tokyo streets to throw back at him.

You snarl at him as he grins and laughs, dramatically tripping over his feet,

"You merciless monster!"

He cries, bystanders staring at him in confusion and disdain. The eyes intimidate you, he knows, the way you move three steps ahead to seem as though you don't associate with him, reaching the end of the pop-up market.

Even with your feeble, playful attempt at getting him off your tail, you failed.

A man who could never touch, never feel the contact of another casually, without thought, let his barrier go. Wrapped around you, slipping between your arms and tugging around your waist lazily, his rouge-tinted lips brushing your ear,

"You're just so mean."

You froze, probably from being flustered, but you'd like to blame the snow. But you didn't pull away, letting your eyes wander to the snow-covered bricks of the sidewalk. Your breath mingled with his, hot air turning white in the cold air. The end of the market, where the two of you stood, trapped in his arms as he waited for your reply.

To him, it didn't matter what you said, if you protested without movement, if your grumbled and mumbled. All he had to acknowledge was that he held you as snow fell around your bodies, his warmth pressing into your back. He sighed into your scarf once more,

"I know you never mean it when your mean."

You smile, unable to cold the smile that broke past your face as you glanced towards him,

"Don't be so sure, Satoru."

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didn't know how to end it again i need to learn to problem solve. anyways thank you sm for the rq and sorry for taking so long!!!

directory

❅ 🅂🄽🄾🅆 & 🅂🄽🅄🄶🄶🄻🄴🅂 ❅

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hotsingledragon · 10 months

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OK OK BUT HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT

sugar daddy miles quaritch .

ur his cute little innocent girlfriend , and he just spoils you absolutely rotten including giving u literally the best sex of ur life. u should totally do one where he spoils reader half to death for her birthday. maybe w some romantic sex at the end between the two!! also pls human reader !

eep eep yEs.

so maybe i’ve had similar thoughts and this was sitting in my drafts- thank u for prompting me to actually post lol

treating you like a princess just comes naturally for quaritch, tbh it’s one his love languages. why shouldn’t he treat the girl he loves with everything she wants and more?

it’s not like you’re always asking for stuff, quaritch is often unprompted in the way he spoils you, just loves the shine in your big pretty eyes and the beautiful, delighted smile you give him and how you always give him a big hug <3 he’s so in love with you

-always gifting you with jewelry that shines against your warm skin. makes you turn around and flip your hair so he can kneel behind you and clasp the chain around your neck. his head feels dizzy with how big his hands are compared to your slender neck, how he could crush you in a second.

-the very first necklace he gave you is a 24karat chain with the initial M like it’s his way of claiming you and also yeah he grew up in the 80s n he’s cheesy like that but

-you wear this chain every day, and it sits so pretty over your collarbones, miles eyes are always drawn to it. especially when you’re laying beneath him and your tits are bouncing with the way he thrusts into you. that little golden M glints in the low light and paired with the sight of your dewy skin and the sound of his name falling from your mouth-miles feels crazy ahhh!!!!

-another thing-you just smell so good, a concoction of lightly scented lotion and your yummy hair products and strawberry chapstick. quaritch is always burying his face in your hair because it smells just like buttercreme icing. he’s catching your wrists in his grasp, breathing in the sweet tones of your perfume. will leave lingering kisses on each wrist, right where your pulse is beating. quaritch always kissing the chap off your lips so he can taste a bit of you.

-quaritch mentally notes what products you use and buys two more so you never run out

-and he just loves watching you go about your small routines and habits as you get all dolled up!

-oh and those silky pajama sets u wear drive him crazy!

the ones that fit you so perfectly and your skin glows against the soft fabrics, loves that your skin is just as soft as the silk when he’s teasing the strap down your arm

-so quaritch takes it upon himself to order a set for you, and it’s waiting for you in a beautifully wrapped package, a hand scribed note tucked under the ribbon.

-wear this tonight. -Q

it’s a lacy bundle of blue fabric, the color reminiscent of mile’s cerulean skin. diamonds glitter throughout the piece, the material is like softened butter to the touch, and it’s definitely the most expensive piece of underwear you’ve ever owned.

“now just look at you, doll,” he drawls,

“come ‘ere,” he calls in a softer tone, his bicep jumps as he beckons you with his fingers

“lemme get a look at'cha.” quatich guides with a pull on your wrist, encouraging you to stand between his spread thighs.

“now you are truly a sight, darlin’, always are but this-“

and miles really is speechless, you are such a sight. he makes you spin for him, wants to grab his polaroid and take your picture ((and he does)). wants to frame you in a museum- you deserve your own museum, he concludes

so gentle as he pushes the fabric off your skin, his touch is just teasing you because he wants to take his time tonight. wants to slip his fingers under the elastic and against your soft skin as he tugs until every piece is off off off

but when you’re bare for him, just the delicate chain around your neck, miles loses it- he’s on you and kissing you while two of his thick fingers run through your folds, so big against you. he’ll tease you open with one, two, three fingers and by that point you’ve come twice already, chest rising and cheeks flush with your plump lip under your teeth. miles finds you so beautiful like this

the stretch is SO good when we he bottoms out, you’re so slick and he made sure to lube his cock so he can fuck you like he really wants to. fucking you into the mattress and making you come over and over. he gets you in that headspace where you’re eyes are glossy and you’re just so cute whining for him.

-“please, daddy,” you would sniffle, giving him those eyes and it’s over! he’s clawing into your hips and holding your weight while he fucks you like a doll, coming inside your pussy with a loud purring growl.

-i literally always say this but Q is so sleepy and heavy after he comes- just lays into you while he calms down. i heard that na’vi are like 600 lbs so it’s not long before you’re tapping him, sometimes slapping him to let up and allow you to breathe

-so sweet with aftercare idc. kisses u sweetly while he gently cleans you up with a warm towel, puts the sheet over you, tucks you in and snuggles right against you- gentle kissing while he whispers praises until neither of you can hold your eyes open.

WAHHHH why did i do this to myself- ik i didn’t capture every bit of your request- i honestly have more ideas in my drafts and will add bday spoil to the list!!! thank you for the request, my sweet! smooches

#request #miles quaritch #recom miles quaritch #colonel miles quaritch #avatar 2009 #atwow #my work #miles quaritch smut #miles quaritch x reader #avatar the way of water

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megu-meow · 1 year

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Whose fault is that?! - Gojo Satoru

Inspired by this post from @vagabond-umlaut. Thank you for allowing me to use your post as inspiration!

gojo x fem. reader

Arguing with Gojo is terrible. Your arguments last for days, because he can never take them seriously and makes you laugh, making you forget about why you were mad at him in the first place only to remind you a few days later by doing the same stupid shit.

The only instance that he took one of your fights seriously was when Geto started going berserk and Satoru didn't know how to deal with the situation at hand. He started drifting away from you unintentionally, slowly pushing you away. You confronted him about it after a while, asking him to change his behaviour, otherwise you would have no choice but to break up with him. He observed silently as tears were rolling down your cheeks, realising how much trouble he was in, how much you were hurting from his idiocy. That day, you saw a side of him you never knew existed, his cerulean eyes were glossing with tears, begging you to give him another chance to prove you how important you were for him, how much he loved and cherished you. He was more serious than ever, he never showed that level of earnestness in his entire life, not for the elders of his clan, not for the jujutsu higher-ups. You learned that day that he was right: there was no use in taking fights and arguments too seriously, at the end of the day you were partners for life and as long as your relationship was alright no issues mattered enough to be sour about them.

But this one's a big one.

"Satoru, I understand that you have to work a lot. I understand, when you don't come home for days, because you have paperwork to do. I asked you once to fucking show up, to have dinner with my parents. But no, you had to go watch Boss Baby 2 with Yuji Itadori for the 5th time this week, bailing on me and my parents. Do you have any idea how furious my dad was, Baka?"

In reality, Gojo did not go to the cinema to watch that stupid animated movie, he had to go to Kyoto to pick up the ring he ordered a while ago, he wanted to show it to your dad so that he could ask for his permission to marry you. He ran into some trouble on his way back to Tokyo, a special grade humanoid curse wreaking havoc in the train station in Roppongi, close to your favorite flower shop, one he visited to get a blatantly oversized bouquet of peonies. If the curse didn't show up, he would have made it to dinner in time, giving you the flowers he had irritably lost while fighting, with a kiss to your lips. He would have waited for you to excuse yourself from the table to go to the bathroom, he would have gotten the velvet box out of the pockets of his fancy slacks, showing the diamond that mimicked the color of his unique eyes to your father, asking for his approval. However, by the time he got to the restaurant you were already done with dinner and were on your way home. He did catch your parents though, they were waiting for their car, he did explain the situation to your dad, your mom's eyes were full of tears as they both hugged him, gladly accepting him into your family.

"We had to go watch it again baby 'cause Sukuna kept showing up, making Yuji miss some of the best parts." he said nonchalantly, trying to make you smile.

"I don't care, Gojo!" you said furiously, flabbergasted by the audacity of the man in front of you "I'm done. You know what?! I want a fucking divorce!"

By the time you finished your sentence you voice was laced with laughter, not taking the fight too seriously always helped, you knew he was planning to atone for his wrongdoing with your parents, making a reservation at the world's best restaurant's convenient Tokyo pop-up. However, you still wanted to make him understand how annoying it was, being ignored for 5 night in a row for the same dumb movie.

"BABY, WE'RE NOT EVEN MARRIED!" he shouted back, smiling widely. He knew the argument was over, you were joyous, your smile intoxicating. He enjoyed how lighthearted these moments were, nothing seemed to be complicated or exhausting when it came to you, one of the main reasons why he wanted to marry you.

"AND WHOSE FUCKING FAULT IS THAT, 'TORU?!"

"Oh, you don't know what you've gotten yourself into, my mochi." he says, trowing finger guns at you with a mischievous wink. He sprints out of the living room, taking long strides with his chicken legs. You observe him with confusion and you are urged to follow after him. "Stay exactly where you are!" he shouts from what you assume your bedroom and you can hear shuffling, the sound of his sock drawer opening with a screech, you can also hear glass breaking, he probably knocked over the vase sitting on top of his dresser. You look down the hallway leading to your shared bedroom and he appears at the end of it, his smile reaches his pretty eyes as he sprints back to you, but the floor is slippery and he falls, landing in front of you with one of his arms lifted towards the sky, a velvet box sitting on top of his palm. Your eyes widen at the sight of the white gold band with the blatantly oversized diamond attached to it. He was groaning under his nose, whining about hitting his elbow, but he shows no effort of getting up.

"YES, SATORU, YES!" You shout in excitement, he didn't pop the question, but you knew your answer without hesitation. He smiles widely, looking up to meet your eyes, but you land on top of him with a huff, linking your arms around his neck, leaving a million kisses on his face. The whole situation is comical, but he wouldn't have it any other way. He takes pride in how excited you are, how you're laughing and giggling in eagerness. You're his everything, the diamond ring is the reminder that you will be his everything forever.

"I love you." he says quietly, getting up from the floor with you hanging around his body like a koala.

"I love you too, Satoru!" you whisper back gently, leaving a soft kiss on the spot behind his ear, which causes a shiver going through his body.

"Do you love me enough to marry me, mochi?" he asks timidly, afraid from rejection. It doesn't make a lot of sense, he knows you would say yes, you basically did already, but he feels the need to ask and with the question comes the possibility for rejection.

"Of course, silly! I would marry you today if I could." you answer, shuffling his soft hair gently. "But you will have to ask for my dad's permission and I'm not sure he would grant it to you after the shit you pulled, baby."

"I'm way ahead of you, pretty. I asked him yesterday after dinner. He even said he was excited fro me to become part of your family."

"But you weren't at dinner yesterday, 'toru..." you look at him questioningly, remembering your fight from earlier. "You didn't actually go to the movies, did you?"

"No, I didn't." he smiles widely.

"Then where were you?"

"Picking up a diamond ring in Kyoto so that I could propose mid-fight to my crazy little girlfriend." he says nonchalantly.

You want to be mad at him for lying to you. You want to scold him, for being secretive and always doing this dumb stuff. But you love him for his idiotic behaviour. You love him for his shenanigans. You are reminded about all the silly shit he pulls as he carefully slips the ring on your finger, the glimmering diamond matching the glint of his pretty eyes. You forget about your argument, you forget about all the other fights, because with Satoru around everything seems to be a bit silly and crazy.

#satoru gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojo imagine #jjk imagines #satoru gojo imagine #satoru imagine #satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojo imagines

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poopydemonofbutts · 2 months

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Decided to rewrite the scene where Aphmau sees Garroth’s face for the first time because I’m insane !!

Aphmau paused for a moment as she reached the mine's entrance. After finally having her own thoughts and fears laid to rest she finally took a moment to realize what she's about to do, to realize what this information might do to Garroth. Zenix was like a son to him, he took him in when he was young and raised the boy to the best of his abilities. However, now....he'll never see him the same, not after learning about his horrendous deeds, what he did to this village, to their previous lord and his family. Aphmau took a deep breath, reminding herself to tread carefully when approaching this subject with Garroth, the wounds were still fresh after all.

She began her decent into the mines.

"Garroth...?" Before her was a man slumped over, seated on the raw cobblestone ground. He held his head low in one hand as the other gripped a diamond sword. It stood tall in front of his crestfallen form, almost as if it was shielding him from others, from her.

Garroth cracked one eye open as he looked up at her before shutting it again, he winced in pain and turned his head to the side, avoiding her gaze, "Don't look at me Aphmau..."

Aphmau paused with her mouth slightly agape, he was nothing like she'd imagined him to be. For one, she expected the man to be far older than what he seemed to be, perhaps due to the way he spoke or the way in which he carried himself. Instead, a decently young man was presented before her. She let herself study his features for a moment, noting his feathery blond hair and cerulean blue eyes.

"Garroth...your face..."

He sighed deeply, "I failed the village...it's people...everyone," his voice was gruff and filled with anger, but then grew somber, "even you..."

"That's nonsense!" Instinctively, Aphmau stepped towards him with a hand out, ready to comfort him, but she stopped herself, "You're my knight..."

Garroth remained silent.

Aphmau's heart panged slightly, knowing that her words weren't enough to comfort him.

Against her better judgement she decided to ask the one question that had been plaguing her mind since she first set eyes on Garroth's unmasked figure, "Why did you hide your face?"

He paused for a moment before finally facing her, looking straight into her big brown eyes, "I never wanted you to see me like this."

Her eyes softened under his gaze as she tilted her head quizzically, "But why...?"

Garroth spent so long wearing a helmet that he forgot how intimate a look could be, it was all too much too quickly so he averted her gaze once again, "It's a long story, one I'd rather not get into at the moment...maybe ever, but did you manage to find Levin's mother?"

"Yes." Aphmau's tone grew heavy as she lowered her gaze.

He felt her eyes leave him. His diamond sword was still propped up in front of him, almost acting as a barrier between them. Hearing her shaky voice pulled at his emotions and despite feeling exposed and vulnerable, he dropped it to the side and reached out to her. Without thinking, he outstretched his hand in an attempt to hold hers, but he stoped himself. Garroth realized that this touch would be far too intimate for a Lord and her guard to share, so instead he gived her shoulder a reassuring squeeze, urging her to continue.

She wiped away a stray tear, "I found her but...Zenix."

He froze.

"He was holding her captive. I wanted to save her, bring her back to Levin and let them be a family again but..." Aphmau sighed deeply before once again turning to face him, "She decided to stay behind, for Levin's sake. She said they'd hurt him if she didn't..."

Garroth gently removed his hand from her shoulder, sliding down her upper arm before returning to him, "What a noble woman, to make such a sacrifice like that...to stay away from her son for his own safety."

Aphmau looked into his eyes for a moment, pensively chewing the inside of her cheek as she pondered something.

He felt the intense urge to look away, but instead held her gaze.

"Do you...remember her?"

He took a moment to think, digging deep into his mind in search of any recollection of Matilda, his brows furrowed in thought. "Matilda...No, I've never heard the name. I would remember too."

"Hm, I see..." Aphmau hummed in acceptance, realizing that Garroth was also affected by the magic that caused the village to forget their previous Lord.

Garroth shut his eyes and sighed deeply before suddenly standing up, "This is too much to take in Aphmau, way too much. Zenix was...I raised him since he was a kid. To think that he was involved in the murder of a Lord...what village was it anyway?"

Aphmau froze, his deep blue eyes were looking down on her and bore into her soul, twisting her heart with guilt. He was right, this was all too much for him. Aphmau knew that this would push him over the edge, so she lied. His eyes were so full of sadness and regret, how could she not lie? How could she do nothing else but spare his feelings? "I...I don't know, he didn't say."

"I see. I wouldn't imagine he'd tell you anyways." Garroth sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, only now did Aphmau realize just how exhausted he looked. "Well it seems like you need some well deserved rest."

He extended out his hand, offering to help Aphmau up. She took his hand and he lifted her to her feet, "What're you going to do now?"

"I'm going to stay down here for a few hours, I need some time to recover my pride. I'm not running I just...it becomes overwhelming, failing so many people in the village." He reached down to pick up his sword, no longer looking at Aphmau.

"You didn't fail anyone, Garroth. I swear." Her words were stern as she clenched her teeth, she never wanted him to blame himself, ever.

"Kind words Aphmau," he was now facing away from her, but he smiled softly to himself before returning back to his somber expression, "but they don't help how I feel right now. I'll be back to helping up there, right now I think I'm going to mine some materials and try to clear my head from this mood I'm in. We'll talk more about what to do with Levin tomorrow." Garroth turned to look at Aphmau before giving her a reassuring smile, "Let's just make sure he's got a nice roof over his head to keep him warm."

A loving smile stretched across her face as she thought of Levin and how lucky he was to have someone as kind as Garroth in his life...how lucky she was.

#oops!#garmau #garroth ro'meave #aphmau #aphmau mcd #minecraft diaries

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