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theflowerrooms · 1 year

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i have request for perv!bestfriend!eddie x innocent!reader who has an oral fixation:

reader and eddie are hanging out as usual and reader’s oral fixation starts getting bad. eddie notices it and helps her out.

(sorry if this isn’t a lot to go off of, this idea came into my head and i had to request it immediately)💖💖

to request • Eddies’ Masterlist • main masterlist • part two

Swollen Lips

perv!bestfriend!Eddie Munson x innocent!reader

warnings: smut, pet names, some dark themes, oral fixation (explicit warnings below the cut)

chapter summary; you’re hanging out with your best friend Eddie and you’ve got an oral fixation, instead of letting you chew on your lip or nails, he takes matters into his own hands and helps you out <3

part two is out now :)

wordcount: 2.2k

explicit warnings: oral (m receiving), finger sucking, coercion, ball sucking, cum play? Eddie’s such a pervert guys.

Thank you for requesting!! I love writing requests so much

“Quit it.” Eddie’s voice was soft, faux annoyance as he slapped your hand away from your mouth, saving the nail of your thumb from being bitten until it bled.

Your hand dropped to your chest and found the pendant on your necklace that Eddie had gotten you for your birthday, you fiddled with that instead of chewing your nail.

Eddie watched you for a moment before returning his attention back to his notebook where he was messily writing out ideas for the next campaign. You sat next to him on his bed, legs thrown over his lap and a book in yours. His room was warm but not uncomfortable, stuffy from having his door closed, Wayne was home today.

You turned a page and read quietly, absentmindedly pulling your bottom lip into your mouth. You soaked the skin with your tongue for a while before you began actually sucking on it.

You let your soft lip drag over your teeth over and over, red and swollen your lip got, warm, only making it more satisfying to lick and bite. You weren’t even paying all that much attention to it until Eddie tsked and pulled your lip from between your teeth with his thumb on your chin.

“Gonna hurt yourself if you don’t knock it off babydoll.” He dragged his thumb over your lip and basked in the way you jutted it out further against his thumb.

“Sorry Eds.” You smiled sweetly and went back to your book. He wasn’t mad or anything, you knew. He was aware that you had a habit of sticking things in your mouth, it wasn’t ever deliberate and he thought it was beyond cute. He loved watching you suck your thumb or countless lollipops. He didn’t love watching you bite your nails raw or chew your lip till you bled, didn’t love watching you put choking hazards and breakable objects in your mouth. Although he thought it was terribly funny when you chewed your pen until blue ink exploded in your mouth.

You rested your head on his shoulder and he hummed softly, deep in his chest. It soothes you, and you didn’t notice yourself bringing the necklace’s charm to your lips. First just pressing the cool metal to your bottom lip, pouting against it.

Eddie hadn’t paid any mind to you yet this time, he’d pull it away from your mouth once he noticed, you knew. You tried staying like that, metal on the outside of your mouth rather than inside. But like it was against your will, your lips closed over the chain and your tongue rolled against the metal that was heating up from your spit.

You hummed, very content, the sound got Eddie’s attention. He looked at you with a raised brow and suddenly rolled his eyes. He hooked his left arm behind you, under your arm and pulled your necklace from your mouth, replacing it with his index and middle finger.

You were surprised a moment, looking up at him just to see he looked completely normal, so you decided it was normal and gently placed a hand on his wrist, holding him there steady and nuzzled your head into his shoulder.

His writing became even sloppier. His fingers were just resting in your mouth, heavy against your tongue. But it was enough. Warm and wet. And you had no idea that it was distracting him in the way it was, and that made it even hotter to him.

He adjusted to it after a bit, continued writing as normal. Then you had to go and shut his brain down again. Lips pressing against the bases of his fingers, tongue rolling slightly before it flattened against them. He watched your face now as your cheeks hollowed out and his breath got stuck in his throat.

He pulled his fingers back just slightly before returning them to your tongue. He pulled them back again, but this time you sucked them back, cheeks hollowing further and tongue holding him tight.

He exhaled shakily, notebook and the campaign being brought to life inside of it were forgotten beside him. He switched hands, pulling his left from your mouth and holding your neck with it instead, damp fingers dancing across the column of your throat. He watched the goosebumps cover your skin as the room’s air cooled your spit.

He didn’t waste time pressing the index and middle fingers of his right hand into your mouth, all the way until your pillow lips rested just above his knuckles. You didn’t mind, even as he could feel the slope of your tongue leading back and down your throat.

He let his hand get comfortable, thumb pressing into your jaw, pinky and marriage finger holding your face, you let him. This wasn’t just for you anymore he’d decided.

You couldn’t read your book anymore, his arm in the way and his hands taking control of how much your head could move or look around. He moved your book away for you, he was so sweet to you, so kind. He moved his legs so that yours would shift down, slide up until they were resting over his crotch. You didn’t notice the bulge in his jeans, you didn’t feel his hardened cock pressing against the backs of your thighs.

He was hot. What kind of idiot wears a black long sleeve shirt and baggy jeans in the middle of summer. What kind of idiot shoves his fingers in a mouth of which he’s jerked off to the thought of countless times. The mouth of a girl he’d been obsessed with for ages but swore to himself he’d never give into his perverse temptations.

He didn’t feel guilty. He knew what he was doing, and he knew that you didn’t know what he was doing. He probably should’ve felt some guilt, but he didn’t. He’d reflect on that later.

He slowly thrusted his fingers in and out of your mouth, watching the way you took it peacefully, head resting against his fingers holding you up. You sucked his fingers into your mouth and whined softly, contentedly, but the sound almost made him bust in his jeans.

He knew you’d like head. If you knew what head was, you’d love to give it. He’d figured that about you for ages. He thought about it a lot, you giving head. you giving him head.

Eddie, don’t. “Baby?” His voice almost shook. You hummed in question around his fingers and he felt the vibration in his wrist. He wanted it to be his cock. “How ‘bout you suck on somethin’ else, hm? Fingers are gonna get pruny real soon.” He laughed softly to cover up him almost moaning when you let his fingers go with a wet pop of your lips.

“Like what?” You looked up at him with your big wet eyes, pouty wet lips, face still resting against his hand.

He struggled to find the words, his hand fell to your thigh and squeezed. “Need you to move pretty girl, lay between my legs okay? On your tummy?” He spoke and you didn’t respond, not verbally. He almost groaned, watching you wordlessly comply, immediately moving to lay on your stomach between his thighs just like he asked. His girl, always so willing to please.

He palmed his bulge through his jeans, and you watched curiously. He loved the look on your face, wonder and curiosity, no timidness or arousal, this face he loved and molested himself to ritualistically.

He messed with his belt distractedly and unzipped his jeans, pushing them along with his boxers down past his balls. His stomach tensed when you tensed, flinching at the sight of his aching dick springing up to life.

His tip was pink and swollen, only a few inches away from your intrigued eyes. His long fingers curled around the base of his shaft, holding his cock steady. He hadn’t even gotten to say anything to you before you were wrapping your bitten lips around his head, tongue flitting against his slit.

You hummed at the taste and he groaned at both the sight and feeling. You gasped softly and pulled back wide eyes meeting his blown out ones. “Did I hurt you?” You asked with a tilt of your head, voice already filling with guilt.

He shook his head, “No, no baby.” His hand cupping your face gently, swiping a thumb over your cheek. “It just felt so good.” You watched him swallow nothing and he laced his hand in your hair, gently guiding you back. “You can keep going baby.”

Happily, you complied. Continuing on, taking his tip back into your mouth. It rested on your tongue heavier than his fingers had, you loved it. You loved the sweet, salty taste that graced your tongue as you sucker softly.

He avoided making too much noise or moving too much, he didn’t want to startle you again. But as you got more comfortable, so did he. Soft sighs falling from his mouth that made you feel a way you couldn’t understand. You hummed again around him and he couldn’t help himself, his hand tightened in your hair and his hips pushed up, forcing you to take more of his cock in your mouth.

Relaxing your throat, he pushed in a little further until you rested your hand on his thigh, a silent signal to slow down. He complied, petting your hair and whimpering softly under his breath.

Hollowing your cheeks around him, you got more used to the weight of him in your mouth, flicking your tongue over the underside of his head, having him push his hips lightly, slowly thrusting in and out of your mouth.

He was in heaven, your warm, wet, beautiful mouth around his cock, happily taking him almost all the way without a care in the world. He knew you didn’t understand the sexual nature of what you were doing, but that fact almost made it better for him. His stomach ached with flaming arousal and his toes curled behind you, hand twitching in your hair.

You swallowed around him and his hips bucked slightly, a loud gasp that broke into a whimper and he threw his head back against his pillows. He was about to cum in your mouth. “F-fuck.” He gasped as you pulled your mouth off of him, wet lips still pressed against the underside of his shaft, a loose kiss.

He took his dick in his hand, jerking it slowly. He couldn’t believe you edged him, of course you hadn’t meant to, but still it stole his breath and thoughts. “It feels good?” You asked and he nodded quickly. “This is my first time that I’ve ever seen one.” You blushed, watching him. He already knew that. He didn’t get to respond to you before you were asking another question. “Have you shown other people before?” You asked and his cock jumped in his hand. His sweet and innocent girl asking questions about the dirty things he’s done.

“Yeah, I have.” His voice was shaky, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. He didn’t miss the way you pouted, it made his stomach churn with heat. The pout wasn’t there long before you got distracted again. He’d expected another question from you.

Instead, you lowered your head and slotted your open wet mouth over his balls, sucking one of them gently into your mouth.

“Fuck! Feels good- shit, good girl.” He moaned loudly, reminding himself that Wayne was home and he had to shut up as he jerked his dick faster, an orgasm hurtling toward him.

He wasn’t sure when him helping you with your habit turned into you helping him cum, but he didn’t mind as he felt his cock throb between his fingers.

“Shit- s’good babydoll shit-” he groaned and his hips shook, you hummed in satisfaction, thrilled by the praise. It sent shocks of vibrations that he couldn’t handle and soon he was cumming in his own fist, thick and warm, dripping over his fingers.

His stifled moaning got your attention and you lifted your head in time to watch him cum just inches from your face. It was mesmerizing.

“What’s that?” You asked timidly and he laughed softly as he caught his breath. He made sure it was all on his hand before he fixed his jeans, grabbing your arm with his clean hand and pulling you up to him so you’d sit back in his lap like you had before.

“It’s cum baby, means you made me feel really, really good.” He kissed your temple. And you pulled his wrist up closer to you, looking at it closely.

He desperately wanted to go clean his hand, but more than that, he wanted to have his cum in your mouth. His heart beat heavily against his chest. “D’you wanna taste it?” He asked and you were nodding before he finished speaking.

He grinned crookedly and pressed two fingers wet with cum past your swollen lips. You hummed and sucked it off his fingers, head lolling against his shoulder.

He kissed the crown of your head. “See? ‘S all better now, huh.” He spoke, to himself as well as you, holding you adoringly against his chest. He didn’t understand what happened, how he got you with his cock down your throat, but in no way was he complaining.

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cassiefromhell · 5 months

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Blings, Rings, & Other Things

Sukuna x Concubine!Reader

wc: 1.5k

warnings: mention of sex, nakedness

a/n: i tried my hand at sukuna. don’t squint too hard. as always, requests are open, pls send me things because I'll write anything and I'm bored

You need to ask Lord Sukuna for a new necklace.

You sit in front of your elegant mirror, lounging on the ornate carpet with all of your necklaces laid out in front of you. Diamonds, emeralds, sapphires. But no rubies.

How do you not own a single ruby necklace?

Your Lord gave you a stunning red dress for the ball tonight, one that flatters you in every way. But somehow, you have no necklace to match. And it’s crucial that you look impeccable, because an extremely politically important Lady and her full entourage arrived last night, and they will all be at the ball, too. Sukuna’s whole harem was invited, expected to dress to reflect on his power. Which consisted of you, since he had permanently dismissed all his other concubines months ago.

But you had no ruby necklaces.

You sigh, running a hand through your still-damp hair. Your dressers will be here soon, pampering you for the event ー maybe you could get one of them to grab you a ruby necklace from… somewhere. You weren’t sure where Lord Sukuna got all those exquisite things.

A soft knock comes on your door, and you straighten, quickly jumping to your feet. Your maids will kill you when they see that you’ve been sitting and pondering instead of finishing your hair. You place all your necklaces back where you had them laid out on the bureau, hurriedly arranging them nicely.

The knock comes again, just as you’re crossing your large room to get to your dressing room, where your silk robe is hung up. Because you were stupid enough to be sitting around naked, and now you’re definitely pissing off your personal staff with your tardiness.

“Just a moment, ladies,” you call out, taking the robe down. “Not clothed yet!”

“I don’t mind,” a purr of a voice says against your ear, familiar hands wrapping around your waist.

You flinch, practically flying off the ground, then slowly sink back into Sukuna’s gentle embrace, your bare back leaning against his outiftted chest.

“By the Gods, you scared me,” you murmur, turning your head to kiss his cheek. “You’re so fast, I couldn’t hear you coming. I thought you were Izumi and Murasaki.”

“You called me ‘ladies,’ so I assumed so,” he hums.

Sukuna takes your chin between his index finger and thumb, gently tilting your head up to look at him properly. He gives you a tender kiss, something that’s so rare from Sukuna, with his… well, brutish persona. But he gives you that softness in this moment that you so crave, his tongue dancing with yours.

When he breaks the kiss, you open your eyes and gaze up at him. You chew your bottom lip. “Is something happening? You were supposed to be in a meeting with the Lady and her advisors until an hour before the ball, and it’s only just past noon…”

He releases you and takes one long stride backwards to lean against the wall. “I left early.”

“How come?” You ask, slipping your robe on and raising a brow. “Did something happen?”

“Yes.”

You narrow your eyes. You know Sukuna usually tries to keep you out of courtly matters; he says he doesn’t want you to carry the burden that he does. But right now, he’s being exceptionally quiet.

“Are you going to elaborate?” You turn and leave the dressing room, figuring you may as well finish drying your hair as you talk. At first you had assumed he had visited for sex before the long night ahead of you both, but the atmosphere has dimmed down quickly.

“The visiting Lady Taira and her advisors have come with a marriage proposition between myself and Lady Taira, organized by her cousin,” Sukuna replies, tone giving none of his emotions away.

Marriage!

You nearly trip and fall, but quickly recover, taking a sharp breath and continuing to your dresser. You refuse to let something so little bother you. After all, no matter how many fancy things he buys you, or nights he lets you stay in his bed instead of immediately sending you back to your chambers, or times he tested the words “I care for you,” when he thought you were asleep, you are merely a concubine. A woman to be kept pretty, to be called upon for sex or comfort or every once in a while, someone to complain to. You know this. And so, with an unshaking hand, you grasp a dry hair towel and watch him in the mirror.

“That’s a very good offer,” you hum, traitorous heart thrumming in your chest. “Lady Taira is said to be the loveliest lady of all. Your council has been trying to get you to marry for months now. She would be a nice candidate for you, I think.”

He scoffs, sitting on your bed. Your eyes meet in the mirror. “She is not the loveliest lady. Not even close.”

“Oh? Well, a marriage to her would surely be beneficial,” you turn to face him with now-dry hair. “When will you announce the engagement?”

“I did not accept the offer.”

You blink. And again. And again. A moment ago you thought your heart couldn’t pound any harder, and you thought wrong.

“Why?”

“Because my council isn’t the King of Curses. I am. I dictate who I want to marry, and it is not that Lady,” he crosses one set of arms over his chest, the other propped up behind him as he watches you. “However, I do feel that I need a Queen of Curses.”

“Ah,” you turn back around, getting a comb and raising it to your locks, starting to work out the tangles. “Still looking for candidates, then?”

I could be your wife and queen.

You shut down that thought immediately, and not a moment later your Lord speaks again.

“It could be you.”

You freeze.

“My lord,” you sigh, slowly lowering your combing hand. “Please, do not speak words you do not mean.”

“Don’t call me Lord.”

He’s behind you in an instant, taking the comb out of your hand and picking you up, spinning you. After a flash of movement, you’re sitting up on the bureau, effectively raising you the multiple feet in height it takes for you to be eye level with him.

“You never call me Lord,” he frowns.

“I did once.”

“Yes, because Uraume was there and you’re terrified of them.”

“…That’s true.”

He leans in, speaking against your ear. His hand slides up your thigh. “It. Could. Be. You.”

Eyes widening, you swallow thickly. “…Why?”

He continues to talk against your ear, fingertips digging into your hip through your silk robe. “Because you are the only female that I enjoy the company of. That I have never once wanted to kill—”

“That’s not true.”

“What?”

“You wanted to kill me when I stole your kimono and wore it in front of all the other concubines, then they nearly killed me—”

“Don’t interrupt me.”

“Continue on.”

He sighs, pulling his face back and holding your chin steady with a hand, staring you right in the eyes. “If I am to take a wife, it will be you. If you do not want the responsibility, then I remain wifeless, damn the council. If I want an heir, you will be the one to carry it. If I want a companion, you will be there. Do you understand?”

You nod slowly.

“Words,” he growls.

“I’ll be your wife,” you blurt.

He smirks.

“On one condition,” you raise a finger, sticking it in front of his face. “I want a ring. No need for a big fancy proposal, but a nice, handpicked by you, pretty engagement ring. And we both have to wear wedding bands.”

He makes a face, nose scrunching.

You scowl, putting on your best mean voice — your attitude is the reason he likes you so much, anyway. “Oh, boo hoo, Mr. Curse King hates rings. You don’t have to wear it all the time. But we must own them.”

He narrows his eyes, then huffs. “Fine. Two out of seven days of the week.”

“Four.”

“Three.”

“Three, and every time we fuck.”

“I assumed that was already part of the deal, but yes, three.”

You bare your teeth. “Four out of seven or no wife.”

Sukuna leans forward, biting your bottom lip. “Fine. Four.”

“Then I’m your fiancée.”

“I’ll announce it tonight.”

And suddenly, it all feels so… real. This is actually happening. You’re marrying Sukuna.

With a squeal, you jump into his arms, wrapping your arms and legs around him. You kiss him, first his mouth, then his cheeks, then all across his neck.

“Gods, that’s enough,” he tries to push your face away, but he keeps holding you up in his embrace.

You bite his hand gently, and then whisper into his ear. “Hello, Husband.”

“I did not anticipate you to be so excited about this, woman.”

“Say it.”

“Wife.”

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consuming-karma · 1 year

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THE LOST BOYS HAND HCS.

buwan’s notes: I’d like to thank @britany1997 for fueling my wild obsession with the lost boys and their hands, and also for agreeing with me that Paul’s the KING of fingering. Thanks. 🤭

episode summary: talking about the lost boys and their sexy hands. yes I’m crazy.

content warnings: hand kinks, some hcs are for fem/masc audiences (will specify so). , spit kink, different other kinks that will take forever to mention, NSFW, me honestly talking about how my favourite necklaces is Dwayne’s hands, yeah..

PAUL

starting off strong with Paul, Brit this one is for you mainly (and me, but I’m on the side).

I think paul has very veiny and bruised hands. I think that the blonde has the type to manage to get bruises or cuts unintentionally and never notice it!

his fingernails aren’t long, and his fingers are somewhat long and he has HUGE palms.

like marko, he has the tendency to chew on his nails, maybe even bite the skin around it.

Paul’s hands is also littered with rings, I can’t begin to explain to you how many rings he has in his own little corner of the cave, even the other guys come to borrow from him time to time!

If I didn’t know any better I would’ve definitely done the “your hands are way bigger than mine 🥺” technique at him, it’s funnier knowing that Paul’s probably the type to fall for it.

Paul also has a tendency to need to grab, he will hold onto anything. His preference is your chest though, he loves how they cup perfectly into his.

he’s very touchy-feely, he doesn’t seem to understand how good it feels to just have you in his hands or arms, whether that’s just you hooking your pinky around his or letting Paul place his hand on your inner thigh, he just loves it.

If I could say anything, I’d say Paul gets off more on touching you rather than you touching him.

maybe even gets higher than he does smoking weed.

He’s like one of those cats who paw at you whenever they’re comfortable. He grabs at thighs, at upper arms, at the tummy. He loves all of you and want all of you to fit in his hands.

Paul’s hands are somewhat rough, I see Paul to be the type to suck at hand care and only really uses hand sanitizer and maybe lotion. (For you know what ;) ).

Brit and I are firm believers that he is the KING of fingering/oral.

Paul thrives, survives on pleasing his mate/partner.

His hands can grip and squeeze and please.

I like to think that Paul loves the way your thighs pool from out his palms, and how it doesn’t fit in both of his hands.

For my feminine readers out there, Paul would love to graze the tips of his fingers on your stretch marks and whisper sweet little dirty nothings into your ears as his free hand just rubs you on your hip dips. :)

Masc readers, never forgetting about y’all, his thick hands definitely wrap perfectly around your cock, and he definitely looks up at you prettily with those baby blues. His painted nails and rings make beautiful accessories for your dick <3.

Paul unintentionally fingers you to the point of overstimulation though, he’s got the attention span of a puppy and will not notice, no matter how many times you cum onto his hands.

his hands look amazing covered in cum and saliva ;)

spit on his hands and tell him to fuck his fist, his only lube being your saliva..

“Paul!” You whined, grabbing at his hands as they gripped firmly at your thighs. His face sported a grin as your squirmed in his hold, a worried look on your face.

It’s been hours since his fingers worked their magic inside of your hole, he worked your walls until they couldn’t anymore and it seemed like Paul would never stop.

A surprised moan left your lips as Paul grazed over a sensitive spot, Paul seemed to feel like the devil in disguise as he no longer grazed your sweet spot, more so, started abusing it.

You couldn’t stop your thighs from shaking and kicking as the overstimulation Paul gave you shook you to your core. You can see the black and white spots appear in your vision as you feel yourself get closer and closer to another high.

It felt like forever before Paul finally plunged his fingers deep into your hole one last time, letting you ride his digits until you came down from his high, twitching from the overstimulation.

After a short while, Paul gently pulled his fingers away, a string of cum connecting his digits to your hole before Paul brought it up to his lips and gently sucked.

His free hand held your hips in place, as you hazily looked up at him with confusion and a red face.

“Has anybody told you how divine you taste, babe?”

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MARKO

Marko’s hands are less veined than the rest of the boys, turning when he was around eighteen had him keep the smooth skin of a baby.

The curly-head’s hands are definitely more daintier than the rest of the boys, most of them have rough maybe thick hands, but Marko’s are thin and has little veins.

Although Marko covers it up with his fingerless gloves, I’d like to think that his hands are very smooth to the touch, his handcare is 10/10.

like Paul, his nails aren’t super long, I’d say he likes to keep them a nice length, but bites them off on the way.

His thumb has a mark where he keeps biting it with his teeth, unlike the other boys who might have bruises or cuts, he has a noticeable bump on his thumb and a small mark on his nail.

type of guy to be short but his hands are still bigger than yours. He always talks about his hands fits yours so well and how he loves seeing the size difference of both your palms together.

type of guy to also tell you that your body fits perfectly into his hands, his hands mold perfectly with your hips and thighs.

most of the time Marko does dirty talk you, but you can never reply back because most of his dirty talk’s in Italian, and you’re busy trying to keep Marko’s wandering hands from going under your shirt and latching onto your chest.

If Paul’s the most touchy with his hands, Marko takes second place with how touchy he is.

Marko has the tendency to play with his hands when anxious or anticipating something. He rubs his hands or massages his palms, looking off to wherever he’s expecting something.

Marko’s fingers don’t stretch you as much as the rest of the boys do, although the boys might be a bit more chunkier, Marko’s hands are small enough that they stretch you out to where it doesn’t hurt.

Marko’s hand game is strong, Paul gets cramps, but Marko doesn’t, I mean, the boy paints, he’s probably got some cool ass tricks in his sleeves to keep him from losing energy during your bedroom deeds.

Marko likes to listen to your sounds and your body, whenever he’s fingering you, he doesn’t mind the squealing or the squelching, he knows he’s the one who made you sound like that, and if anything, he’s more proud of it.

if I were to rate his fingering skills? 7/10. He’s got some learning to do but most of the time he’ll probably have you screaming his name from his fingers.

Fem!readers, this man eats pussy like he’s starved! Not the point though, because his hands are where it’s at, he knows how to work you up, and loves to tease, the tips of his fingers padded perfectly on top of your clit and he loves to go fast. No mercy. So while he’s enjoying a nice meal, you’re enjoying yourself.

Masc!readers, exactly the same!! This guy sucks cock like an animal and honestly it would take everything to get this guy off your dick. Since Marko’s hands are daintier, his hands definitely look amazing wrapped around you.

Marko would never admit it but, he loves when you stain his fingerless gloves with your cum <3, he’s the real artsy type.

He probably fingers you in public as well, no care in the world.

his favourite past time is watching your hands wrap around his cock, while his hands are bound together to keep him from being impatient <3

tie his pretty hands up and gag him, he likes the challenge!

Marko held you by the hands, his palms pressing them firmly to your back, your stomach to the bed and your back facing him. the curly-headed boy had you pinned to your nest in the cave.

Marko’s growls sounded in your ear as you felt your stomach flutter at his sounds. You could see him from your peripheral vision, his curls falling in front of his eyes as he pinned you.

You could feel the pads of his fingers gently running across the small of your back, almost..appreciating it in a sense, his hands felt soft, yet firm.

Finally, his hands slipped down to your ass, squeezing it in his palms as you squirmed from his firm grip. A small mantra of Marko’s name left your lips, unable to look back to see your boyfriend’s face.

You could feel from the air that he was enjoying this, enjoying you.

Marko, with the strength, turned you around, you laid on your back, bare for his hands to just wander.

His hands travelled from your ass back to your hips, up your stomach, and ended right on your chest. If it wasn’t so lewd, you would’ve thought Marko was giving you a massage.

Marko’s touch teased you relentlessly, you just wanted to yell out for him to touch you, use you. You wanted it so desperately, and Marko knew.

He grinned at your display of biting your lips and the small twitches his touch gave you.

“See, baby? You fit perfectly in the palms of my hands.”

(visuals) :

DAVID

David’s hands are very thick, probably the most thickest out of the boys.

His hands are the best for holding, gripping.

David’s hands could probably cover your whole ass if I know anything.

David’s very careful about his handcare. I think that David has the softest hands out of the boys, he takes good care of them, especially if he wears gloves to cover them.

Though I also think he’s got some blisters, years of driving motorcycles do that to you.

He’s got pretty long fingernails, they’re long enough to have the annoyance of cleaning them every time something gets under his nails.

He brings a cuticle around, I just can’t lie. I think that he’s the type of guy to be like those girls who’s always filing their nails.

probably pinches the hardest as well, he likes to do it when you’re not paying attention and actually causes bruises 😭.

watching him work without his gloves is so attractive, his hands moving as he writes in a notebook or diary, or when he’s playing with a cigar, it’s very, very, attractive.

The pads of his fingers is very soft, not tough like Dwayne’s and Paul’s.

Barely any rings litters his hands and the ones he has are very basic, no intricate designs, most of his complicated rings actually tore through a set of his gloves and he never worn flashy rings ever since.

Leather is his best friend, whether that’d be gloves or the handles of his motorcycle, or in this case, a leash to your collar.

He’s very into oral fixation, he loves shoving his fingers down your throat, likes the ability of being able to choke you out without pulling out his cock to do so.

He’ll also make you suck his digits clean after a long night of teasingly fingering you.

He loves seeing his hands around your throat too, he’s a sadistic little shit, if he doesn’t get off, you don’t either.

I think he’s got the thickest fingers out of the boys, he’s the one who stretches you out the most and sometimes it feels good, but it’s when he teased, that’s when you don’t like it.

Fingering skills are, annoyingly, at a 9/10. It would’ve been a ten if he didn’t tease.

Would NEVER ever paint his nails, like the boys always seem to have black nail polish and Marko’s and Paul’s are always chipped, but David’s is clean, polished, in good health.

His hands wrapped around your waist and dipping into your waistband, the tips of his fingers on the hand of your underwear.

Pulls you to him by hooking his pointer finger into your belt loops and into his chest.

Let him choke you out!!! He’ll be gentle!! Only because you’re human though.

Thumb on your lips always!! His thumbs make good work of finishing you!!!

A small shush left the platinum blonde as you tried to stop your whines, you moved uncomfortably on his motorbike’s seat, the leather being soaked in your wetness.

“careful, dear, you’re making a mess.” David mused, his lips shaped in a taunting smirk as his hands dipped deeper into your core.

You bit your lip to hold in your squeals, teased and tired. David could watch your expressions for the rest of his life.

he’ll never get tired of the way you cling onto his coat, your fingernails digging into its seams, as if any longer you’d have ripped his coat apart from the overwhelming feeling of his fingers pleasing you.

You tried to stay silent, feeling people’s gazes on you as you sat uncomfortable on David’s lap, his coat covered the indecent display of his digits inches deep inside you.

You were desperate for release, searching for your other three boyfriend to earn some mercy from David.

Your eyes looked around the boardwalk, eyes flicking from every similar person who looked similar to your boys.

Suddenly a chuckle and loud voices were heard, you saw your boys from afar. Hopeful, you decided to move off of David’s fingers when his free hand reached up to stop you by the throat.

A light squeeze to your throat, making you gulp and your core pulse with need.

“Eyes on me, dear. Don’t look at anybody else, especially when I’m this deep inside of you.”

(visuals) :

DWAYNE

THE BIGGEST OF THE BOYS!

DEFINITELY has the most veins out of the boys.

Can’t lie, Brit has listened to me want to lick his veins.

He’s got the lengthiest fingers out of them too. He’s the best when it comes to fingering.

His fingernails are nicely trimmed, it’s also littered with rings, his left hand is always bare though since he uses that hand primarily to hold laddie’s and he’s scared that Laddie might get cut from his rings.

Dwayne somewhat cares about his hands, he uses David’s shit though, lotion, Vaseline, serum, cream.

David doesn’t know how he runs out of hand cream so fast too.

Dwayne does carry his own hand sanitizer, but most of it goes to laddie and Paul.

Dwayne doesn’t have really flashy rings either, he doesn’t like the way it clicks together and it puts him in a very uncomfortable situation because he likes to massage his hands when awkward.

He’s big everywhere, his height, his heart, his cock, his hands. It’s crazy.

Prob can carry you in one hand, one arm under your ass and your arms around his neck.

Although he likes fingering, he prefers playing with your clit/cock even more, he’s surprisingly has the best stamina over all the guys but he likes to keep it secret.

A good surprise, I’d say.

I see him as the type to be more sensual than sexual. His hands are best at love-making than rough fucking.

besides Marko, he’s one of the best massuage therapists out there.

His hands somehow find every tense crack in your bones and somehow is able to perform chiropractic procedures like aligning your neck properly or fixing a locked jaw.

He owns a ton of essential oils, his hands always seem to smell of lavender or peppermint, and sometimes he does use it on you.

The boys have learnt that if you both smell like the same thing then you both most likely fucked teehee.

Dwayne’s hands are best for pulling hair!!!

Watch him tangle his digits into your hair and pull gently, maybe whenever you’re sucking him off, or when he needs a little handlebar during sex.

he likes to cover your mouth with his huge hands whenever you’re having a quickie in public, he loves the idea of keeping you quiet with just his hands over your mouth as he dicks you down in a shady alleyway.

He also looks amazing covering his lips with his hands, his veins are more prominent and they run down all the way to his upper arm.

I wouldn’t blame you if you told me you wanted to follow that long vein to the end ;)

his hands definitely flex and his veins show while he grips your headboard to death.

Dwayne’s actor, Billy rips panties with one hand, it’s no surprise Dwayne wouldn’t either.

And god he looks amazing doing so..

Hold his hands while you ride him, he wants to see you be so dependent on him and his hands, he’ll make you feel good, don’t worry! Just relax and let him do the work.

Leaves hand prints all over your body from how strong he grips!

In the end, let Dwayne wash your hair for you! He gives a good massage and he’ll leave you feeling relaxed then ever.

“Yeah…there..” you sighed in content, your stomach to your bed as a deep rumble of a chuckle was heard. “Feel good, sweetheart?” You nodded hazily, your hands gripping onto the sheets with pleasure.

“God Dwayne..when were you going to tell me you were this good?..” you groaned, feeling his huge hands run themselves down your back almost passionately. You could feel his fingers gently scan your back for any tense spots to fix.

A hearty chuckle was only heard from your boyfriend as he gently pushed his thumb into a tense spot in your back, a small crack leaving it as you let out a surprise yelp, before relaxing once again.

“Fuck..” you cursed out, feeling Dwayne’s hands reach up onto your shoulder and dig themselves into your shoulder blade. A whine left your lips as another pop was heard from your body.

You’ve never been so relaxed and turned on at this point, Dwayne feels amused by your reactions, sighing and whining in content and relaxation. He lives for the pleasure he gives you.

His hands massaged one of his favourite scented oils into your skin, hydrating it, and making you smell absolutely delicious to him, he couldn’t help but place a few kisses at the back of your neck as you felt like falling asleep under Dwayne’s touch.

After a while of a slow, long, amazing massage from Dwayne, the dark-haired man deemed you relaxed enough before he gently pulled you by the thighs, resting in between them as you yelped in surprise.

“Think you’re finished? Daddy needs his release too.”

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#✦ buwan consumes.#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys x reader #tlb #poly lost boys #poly lost boys x reader #tlb paul #paul tlb #✦ dwayne’s karma.#dwayne tlb #marko tlb #david tlb #✦ marko’s karma.#✦ paul’s karma.#✦ david’s karma.

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pastors daughter was so good 😖😖 a pt 2 would be so cool 🎀🤍

PASTORS DAUGHTER II e.williams

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ELLIE WILLIAMS X FEM!READER

☆ SUMMARY - ellie williams can't seem to stay away from the pastors daughter and a certain memory is engraved in both their minds. the only problem was, while one was all but drunk off the past image, the other was doing everything in her power to wash it away. luckily for them, one was much more intent on getting what they wanted than the other, so much so that it sufficed for them both.

☆ WARNINGS - homophobia, internal homophobia, kisses ;), religious 'trauma'?, reader being stupid asf, my shitty writing, innocence kink, corruption kink, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

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ash/ashley = readers sister.

there were many things ellie williams felt that night, ecstasy, relief, pure and utter bliss. what she didn't think, however, was that it would lead to her sitting in a seat by herself in her kitchen, a hand on her forehead as she skimmed through her thoughts as if she were an absolute idiot. when her lips were on yours, wet kisses pushing roughly against your so obviously 'unkissed' pout. you were knew to it, never have kissed anyone before but how could you? when you wore a silver cross necklace so proudly, you spent most your time cooped up in the little church across the road, you couldn't ever have even gotten close enough. there was such pride that ellie had swooning through her as she placed the very first kiss ever on your lips. it was pure bliss, to finally get what she had wanted for so long, to have you right where she wanted. everything was... perfect.

until, you ran away.

almost a week had passed, no call, no text, not even a mumble of a hello in the hallway. you did everything in your power to run the opposite direction upon seeing ellie anywhere near you. suddenly, you had choir more often, you had violin class too, along with the many other clubs you had joined. suddenly, you spent near no time in your own house let alone when ellie was standing in it.

of course, guilt racked your thoughts. the way her face seemed to contort as you pulled away from her, making a sound that didn't sound as though you were happy. panic stricken face as you couldn't even look at her own heartbreaking one. guilt consumed you everywhere you went. when you sat inside a church, thinking of the very reason you had to run away, when you saw a couple holding hands knowing that it was only reminding you of ellie williams and when you saw her in the hall, when her face lit up at the sight of you and when you pushed yourself into the nearest cubicle you could find simply to avoid her.

but how could you face her now? knowing you had committed the very sin you had swore against every devil you would never do. how could you look at her knowing that every inch of you was aching to be with her, and that was so wrong.

a text caused your body to jolt ever so slightly, a vibration being sent through your leg as you glanced down at your phone in which was sitting in your lap.

it was english class and mr. lionel was currently giving out to three girls, they hadn't stopped talking upon entering the class and mr. lionel had just about enough. you glanced down at the phone, biting your bottom lip, surely, the man wouldn't notice. you had never exactly went on your phone in class, then again, no one texted you really aside from ashley but she never texted at this hour, no, she was either ditching school to sleep or in one of the classes she liked best, either way, she wouldn't be texting you at such a time. you chewed down on your bottom lip, the thought of getting caught, getting in trouble was enough to send your stomach pit falling down to your ankles. but you did, because lately you seemed to be doing just about everything you weren't supposed to. glancing down, you slowly turned your phone upwards so the screen was facing you and you could read the little words that littered across it.

unknown: hey this is max, listen i know everything happened between us but i need to see you. behind the school at 4:00. don't be late.

weird, you thought you still had maxine's contact saved but nevertheless brushed it off. your pit in your stomach grew, worsening as you opened the message to type back. you didn't want to meet her, if you did and by chance, your parents found out, you would never be let see the light of day again. but maxine needed you. and whether that was to help fix a problem or scream at her one last time you knew you owed her that much. so, you pattered your fingertips against the dark screen, ignoring the haunting feeling that someone may see you, guilt swarming your every move. you truly didn't know how to break the news to maxine and ruth that you were never permitted to speak to them again and while they seemed oh so understanding, you couldn't help the guilt that prodded against you as they hugged you for the last time. you also, as much as you'd like to admit it, couldn't keep the tears at bay that day.

"y/n." your eyes snapped towards your teacher, phone plopping back in your lap just as you sent the text through. he was giving you a suspicious eye, catching you on your phone. but he wouldn't humiliate you, not in front of your peers at least, no, he'd never, after all you were his favourite student. "can you tell me which poetic technique is shown here?"

"uhm." squirming in your seat as your eyes fell onto the board. "oxymoron, contrasting between the light and dark." mumbling so low he could barely hear you, but nonetheless he grinned and like that, he continued on with class, something you were oh so grateful for.

the end of school neared dangerously closer as you ended up in the front of maths class, scribbling down trigonometric ratios while your stomach twisted over and over, the thoughts of seeing maxine after school could only cause your brain to absolutely fry. you were thankful she had picked behind the school, no one went there after school so naturally it was the most private place to be, you wondered if she did that for you or for herself, so she could yell at you in peace. while you were sure you didn't wish to be yelled at you knew you deserved it. for the first time in that whole week, ellie williams wasn't on your mind, just those two friends that you missed ever so dearly and yet couldn't even communicate to.

as soon as the bell rang through your ears, you scooped up your pretty pink bag and stuffed all your belongings inside. with pencils almost falling out of your pencil case, you crushed everything together and zipped up your bag with great effort. you didn't so much as bid the teacher goodbye before you were on your feet, ignoring the way your mary janes skid across the hallway floors but instead focusing on how much faster you could get there, you didn't wish to be late. after all, she had specified you not do so. the school was large but thankfully you knew it like the back of your hand.

gripping the straps of your pretty bag against your shoulders, you all but ran toward the other side of the school. checking your back and over your shoulder you realised that no, you were not being followed just extra paranoid. how could you not? when you had practically burned bridges with just about everyone. you blinked heavily, readying yourself to turn the corner and be met with a very angry maxine.

you weren't met with an angry maxine because you weren't met with maxine at all.

ellie williams stood with her back to the wall, stomping out a cigarette with her foot. you stood frozen, eyes wide and at first you believed it could be some mistake, some mix up but by the way her eyes lit up when her head turned towards you, it certainly was no mistake. "y/n, you came."

you gave her a look with furrowed brows. "you pretended to be max." it wasn't a question, it was a statement.

ellie pushed her back from the wall, moving towards you. "look, i know it was fucked up, i know but y'wanna know what else is fucked up? ignoring me for a whole week." you looked around, hands holding yourself close as you hoped and prayed that no one saw the two of you conversing. something about standing with ellie made you feel so... filthy. "i mean what the fuck was that?" as bad as it sounded, the crude language felt so refreshing to hear tumbling from her lips.

your hands scratched at opposite arms. "ellie, we shouldn't do this here... now." any excuse to get yourself right out of this situation as fast as humanly possible. guilt swarmed your entire being. "i— i'm sorry, for ignoring you and for-" you sighed heavily, looking away while you fought back the burning in your irises. "for everything that happened." the wet, open mouthed kiss that made you forget jesus' name. "and i'm sorry but it's not gonna work." you were shrinking in on yourself, in your very own arms with a sad puppy look in your eyes, you bit down harshly on your bottom lip.

ellie watched you intently, arms to her eyes as she studied your own feeble ones, doing a rather shitty attempt at covering your body. "funny." she scoffed, eyes never leaving your own glasses over ones that couldn't seem to gaze into hers. "you were pretty sure it wasn't gonna happen before you kissed me too." eyes as wide as saucers, you swiftly turned your head around, worried someone may hear. you couldn't even begin to imagine what sort of reaction people would have to know that the pastors daughter had kissed a girl. "you wanna know what i think?" stepping closer to you as your breath caught in your throat, no you didn't want to know what she thought of the situation as you'd much rather there be no situation at all. "i think you're a liar." you swallowed harshly, mumbling a sheer 'stop' as she walked closer towards you. and yet, you made no movement to step back. "you liked everything about that night, admit it." her voice dropped as the dark clouds surrounded the sky seemed even darker, heavier. there was a sudden change in the atmosphere, one in which almost made you think a thunder storm was on it's way. "you wanted my lips on yours, to feel me against you, to soothe that ache between—"

she was caught off abruptly by you, who hadn't uttered a word but instead shot your hand forward instantly, shoving it over her mouth so she couldn't continue her sentence. upon shoving your hand on her mouth, you had Accidentally pushed her, she took the opportunity to seize your upper arms. she all but threw herself backwards, bringing you with her. her back hit the wall, you stood in front of her, eyes wide and breath picking up as your hand stayed on her lips, her hands on your arms.

you made a noise, one that told you and her that you didn't wish to move but you felt as though you simply had to. and she could understand, to a certain extent she supposed. you were good girl y/n who could never do any wrong, something about someone spotting you with her, the delinquent ellie williams, pressing her against a wall, was absolutely teeth rottingly addictive. she wanted someone to turn the corner, she wanted people to see, to know that the precious gem of the town y/n l/n was all hers and no one could do anything about it.

your breath slowed and your eyes racked over every perfect imperfection dotted on her face. her freckles looked lighter in this lighting and though you were a great deal smaller than her, your hand wound around the bottom half of her face easily. your chest heaved, as did hers and you could feel it. when she had practically thrown herself backwards she had let you stumble so far that you were chest to chest and horrendously flustered.

ellie however, seemed to be enjoying herself. you couldn't see her lips but you could feel her pretty smirk against the skin of your dainty hands, the way her brows relaxed and her sage eyes gave you this drunk look. to her, she did feel drunk, she was drunk off of you, your innocence, purity, kindness, your big bad secret that only she knew.

you blinked when you felt her hand against your face, though you didn't flinch nor recoil away, she saw that as a good sign. her tattooed arm was raised, hand slowly brushing against your soft skin. her thumb trailed across your cheek and towards your lips, dragging it against your pretty skin, you almost gasped out. you weren't doing this again, you couldn't.

the gentle yet sudden patter of raindrops against your head caused you to instantly pull away. "I— i have to go." you almost spat out in sheer panic. and for the second time, you ran away. but this time, ellie didn't call your name or run a hand through her hair with stress evident on her face, no.

ellie leaned against the wall, watching as you all but sprinted away from her, your pretty dress bouncing against the back of your legs, she wondered what color the fabric that sat beneath the dress was. she had this smirk on her face, one that you of course would have wished to wipe off more than anything but how couldn't she? she had seen that look in your eye, that unfamiliar lust filling your pretty irises as you raked your eyes over her face. the slight confusion to why you had felt this way and yet everything about you seemed so comforted by her and yet so so tense. she knew then and there that it was not over.

ellie still had a chance to change your mind.

"is daddy gonna go after church?" you questioned to your sister as you held the church baskets you had been cleaning close in your hands. it been three days since you spoke with ellie, it was a saturday, and it was the day that your sister and her school year had their parent teacher meetings. you were lucky, you had them at the very start of the year.

"yeah." she stomped on the cigarette and waited for it to grow damp in the soil. "said he's gonna bring mom too." this caused you to furrow your brows as you continued on your journey.

"but mama never goes to those things?" your mind couldn't stand the thought of ellie williams, how you had caved so easily. she had gotten so close to what she wanted and you couldn't let that happen. however, after three days of no contact, she no longer seemed to be around when you were, you supposed she had gotten the hint. you were relieved, to say the least and had repented for whatever sins you could that past week, however you couldn't stop that burning chest in your feeling when you thought of her. you wondered, what she thinking about you too?

your sister tsked. "yeah but they wanna get sympathy for having such a screw up of a daughter." she spoke with an almost sarcastic tone. "best way to do that is to talk to my teachers about how hard it is to raise me."

you gave her sympathetic eyes as you pushed the church doors open, mass would be starting any minute now. you were never late to mass, unless of course you walked with ashley, it happened to be one of those days. "you're not a screw up, ash." she gave you a ghost of a smile one that did not quite reach her eyes.

"thanks loser, 'ppreciate it." some said you were daises and the sun, and ashley was only orchids and the moon, a beautiful combination that never failed to amuse anyone. i mean, wouldn't it look odd? to see a girl with dark hair and hot pink highlights, chains on her jeans, her nails always painted black whether they were full or chipped, some form of polish always coating them. and then there was you, pretty natural hair sitting on your shoulders and always in a dress or a skirt, only wearing bright colors. you wore little to no makeup, not because you weren't allowed but because you simply weren't good at it. so, you opted for a natural face while your sister always had some form of eyeshadow on, her waterlines filled in black. "woah, what the fuck are you doing here?" you furrowed your brows at your sister, who was looking right over you. spinning around, you were not ready for the sight you were met with.

ellie williams cleaned up nicely when she wanted to.

she wore a brown button up and a jeans, her hair was freshly cut and her tattoo was on show. you had seen it before, of course, from the many short sleeves she wore around you however it had never been on display in front of your parents let alone in the church. speaking of which, she never came to church either. after the first night ellie had been begged to go to church with ashley, she swore off it, first, she almost dropped the baby jesus in which had been passed to her by ashley, then she had to shake a bunch of old women's hands during mass and was sat next to some kid who wouldn't stop touching her feet as they crawled around the kneeler, then she realised she couldn't even get a good view of you, the main reason she had stayed through the entire mass, because some old bald man had sat in front of her and stood too tall. she didn't go to church because she didn't believe in god too, that was a main factor she supposed. she shouldn't be here, you thought. not because she didn't deserve the right to worship the lord but because you knew by the way her eyes raked up your body that she was not here for a mass ceremony. "what? too late to get into heaven?" she shot you a glance, almost one of accusation. the truth was, you didn't think you were going to hell, how could you when you did just about everything for god himself. in fact, you were sure you were more religious than your father. but the bible was outdated, that was the reason there was a new testament. god wasn't going to punish you for feeling how you felt because if the story of god was true, he made you with every perfect imperfection, not that you'd exactly call such a thing an imperfection. sometimes, you wondered if your father truly believed that being gay was wrong because of god or if he was just hiding behind such a fact because he was scared that he truly didn't have a reason not to like someone for being such a way. "sweetheart." a smirk dancing on her lips as she nodded her head at you. yeah, she definitely did not get the hint.

you turned to your sister with a small huff. "could you put these by the benches, please?" she nodded, taking the baskets from your hands. "thank you." and you turned back to ellie williams. "you have mud on your nose." watching as her face scrunched up and her hand came up to wipe it away, her long fingers stretching— you shook your head free of the thoughts before scrambling up to the alter to get into the sacristy.

when mass started, you did everything in your power to avert your eyes from ellie williams, sitting so smugly in the audience. she knew what she was doing, spreading her legs apart with her elbows resting towards her knees, her eyes never left your face.

you, however, looked straight forward with your tight chest and mumbling words from time to time. you pretended to be interested in the sheet you were holding, following along the words in your mind as your father read them out from the top of the alter. he read smoothly, not a stutter in his voice. you longed to have such confidence, to not shake like a leaf when presenting a project, to have the confidence to look ellie fucking williams in the eye and not shy away, to have the confidence to admit it even if it was just in your mind that you felt the way you weren't supposed to. you liked the forbidden fruit. the words formed so clearly in your mind. i like gi— "and now may we rise for the holy communion." giving out holy bread, your eyes concentrated back on the task, that was you're job. well, you and three other people.

you all but scrambled towards the bowel in which held the holy bread, grasping it and going to the right of the alter, ashley went to the left and two of the church boys went to the middle, all with your own holy bread dishes. ashley was rolling her eyes, mumbling the words under her breath. one of the older women came up to her, instead of holding out their hands they opened their mouth, her eyes went wide and she turned towards you, giving you both a shocked and disgusted look. you gave her a warning look, gesturing towards your father who was watching her like a hawk. she grimaced before placing it inside the womans mouth.

giggling to yourself, you turned back with a grin on your face. it dropped suddenly at the sight of ellie williams standing in front of you, looking as innocent as ever (not). you gave her a stern look, as if to tell her stop playing her little games and especially here of all places. "body of christ." you mumbled beneath your breath as your hand moved towards the bowel once more, picking up a rounded piece of holy bread.

"amen." she said the word in the cockiest tone you had ever heard in your entire life. but you fought back an eye roll, instead you just held it up, ready to place it in her left hand, the idiot would probably hold out the right hand instead. you internally groaned, ready for her to show just how much she respects the religion. your expression blanked as she opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue. your breath stuttered, in front of everyone. no one was looking, no one cared. and yet you felt as though you were on stage with an enlarged audience.

your hand wobbled. "what are you doing?" you whispered to her, noticing how people were conversing, not bothering to glance at who was receiving holy bread and your father was too focused on ashley to so much as glance your way.

she smirked, closing her mouth momentarily. "getting my holy bread." she spoke as if it were painfully obvious. opening her mouth again, she flattened her tongue across her bottom lip, you pretended your chest didn't clench and neither did your thighs. you could imagine that tongue doing a painfully soft attack against your neck, that was all you knew could happen with a tongue. ellie, however, had many other things in mind of just where she wanted her tongue when it came to you. it was humorous, how your sinful thoughts were still somewhat innocent but ellie's... ellie's thoughts were nothing short of the devil herself's thoughts feulling into her brain. you placed the holy bread against her tongue, ignoring the way it wet your thumb ever so slightly. she closed her lips, giving you a smug type of look. "thanks, angel." and you were left with clenched thighs, dusty cheeks, flustered head and a ditsy feeling. you glanced down at the small patch of saliva on your thumb and all you could think about was that night.

"i— i think you should go." but you didn't want her to go, you really didn't want her to go.

"you wan't me here?" as a wet kiss came down to the skin of your neck, you gasped out, blinking. this was a dream, it had to be. you felt almost euphoric as her lips flattened against the crook of your neck, the way they kissed you so delicately as if you were made of glass. she moved her head back up almost instantly, as if her own actions weren't affecting her. her lips brushed against your own, so closely that you could taste her. "or here?"

you weren't proud of what you did next.

you didn't pull away nor make any attempts to get away, in fact, you reached your face up to meet her own. her face crashed down rather swiftly, so fast that you could barely register the way her lips rammed right into your own.

you had never kissed anyone before, never even thought of so aside from her. you breathed heavily, she swallowed your heaves and gasps into her own mouth, she pushed a hand up to hold your neck in place the other steady on your hip as her tongue pressed against your bottom lip.

this euphoric feeling hit you like a tonne of bricks, you suddenly felt that nothing was impossible, that this life for you was somewhat of an option. but it wasn't because euphoria doesn't last forever, it can't because there needs to be something to cancel it out so you get to feel that way. otherwise, wouldn't euphoria feel normal? that would mean that bad was despair and good simply wasn't enough. but this. this was too much.

you pulled away harshly, tears coating the glass of your eyes. " 'm sorry— 'm sorry i can't." and you ran. you ran out of the kitchen, up the stairs and right into your bedroom. you could still see that look of heartbreak on her face. you slid down the door, hand on your chest and knees bunched up. you were nothing short of an absolute idiot. you breathed heavily but this time there were no big soothing hands or the lulling that only ellie william's voice could control. you felt panic overcome you. you weren't gay. you couldn't be. and you certainly weren't falling for ellie williams.

oh, but you were, you were so desperately in love with her since the day you saw her and her stupid auburn hair or her stupid freckles, how about her stupid green eyes. stupid. stupid. stupid. but so lovely.

you sat inside your bedroom once more, fingers softly padding against your bottom lip. you were the stupid one, you were beginning to realise. it was just so hard. to love a girl so much and yet know that it was either her or everything you had ever worked for. that decision was already made, not by your father, your mother, your sister, ellie.... by you. you'd choose it over and over again.

you'd choose her.

a bang on your window caused you to jump harshly, twisting your whole body towards your window, it was dark out but you could make out ellie williams lean figure from a mile away. however, she seemed a little more entangled now. she was kicking a wire off her foot, cursing so loudly that you could hear her from the inside of your bedroom. what on earth was she doing? ashley was at the parent teacher meeting with your mother and father so it was only you inside the bedroom, alone, well, you supposed you weren't alone when you had the dits of a girl outside your bedroom window. "fuck! ow, ow!" as she almost face planted against your window. you had enough. you stood and rapidly scrambled towards the window, pulling it open and it seemed as though the girl hadn't been expecting it because she fell straight through it. "fuck, oh, that worked." she stood instantly, brushing off her jeans. she hadn't changed since the church, you, however, were already dressed in your silkiest pijamas. "hey, hello..." panting before straining her eyes back on you, she relaxed, a lazy smile on her face. "hi."

you almost laughed. almost. "do you know what time it is, ellie?" but you didn't seem mad, not by the way you shut the window for her to stay and took a seat on your window bench. she shook her head, eyes glancing around your childish yet pretty bedroom, right, she had never been in there. you silently cursed the stuffed animals sitting on your bed. her eye caught them and grinned. "aren't you supposed to be at the parent teacher meeting?"

"Oh, that shitty thing? hell no, joel already knows what a pain in his ass i am, he doesn't need to hear another ten people complain about it." waving her hand as she leaned against your dresses, glancing at the perfumes that drove her crazy whenever she passed you. "so... this is your bedroom."

she was stalling. "els?" she glanced up at the familliar nickname rolling from your lips. "what are you doing here?" she didn't respond and you fiddled with one of the stuffed animals that sat on your bench. "i don't think you should come back to the church, ellie?"

"why? because i'm gay?" as if it were an accusation, right at the fact that you too, somewhere deep inside you could admit, that you too shared the liking towards girls. and hey, you were the most popular church girl in all of your town. so why did sexuality have to define religion? short answer, it didn't, ellie knew you knew so too but she needed to know the truth, if her stares truly made you as nervous as yours made hers. she needed to know how you felt and what part she played in that.

you cocked your head to the side."no, ellie, because you're not there to 'get into heaven'." repeating her previous words back to her with a small scowl attached to your face. she wasn't there for god nor was she there for jesus. she was there for you. as much as you hated to admit it. it sounded absurd, something you never would have guessed. someone coming to church for you? it was surreal, even more so fact that she was a girl.

she tilted her head. "really? says who?" teasing. because that was just what ellie williams did best.

"ellie..." you trailed off, trying to find your words. the way her eyes raked up your body could only leave you standing silly. she knew the effect she had on you and she did it anyway, in fact, you were beginning to think that she did it because of the effect it had on you. "you don't believe in god." putting it in the most simple form you possibly could. not relating yourself. that alone was dangerous.

"no. but i believe in you." your eyes looked up. "if you're there. i'm there." your heart melted. you were on very dangerous ice ready to collapse at any second.

standing from the bench. "ellie—" she was quick to cut you off and for that you would be forever grateful.

"no." she shook her head. "i'm sorry, but we're not doing this again." she stepped closer, inching her way towards you. you could only breathe in, a sigh that you knew was coming, you knew this was coming.

and for the first time... you were ready. "okay." she inched impossibly closer. "but ellie..." you trailed off. "you have to know that if we start this— i- i won't be able to stop." god was going to punish you for this one.

"good." her hand was suddenly on your face, slowly tracing around your soft skin. "because i don't plan on stopping anytime soon, either." she leaned her face in closer, her breathe bore into your own, your head tilted up to meet hers.

this time, panic wasn't running through you, you had accepted your fate, the fact that you couldn't get away from ellie even if you tried because whether you liked it or not, you were so madly in love with your sisters best friend and that wasn't going to change, no matter how many times you sat at your bed on your knees, hands bound together and praying to god that he got rid of these feelings.

"y/n..." face so close you could feel her nose tip against yours.

you hummed, lips grazing.

" 'm gonna kiss you now." she mumbled.

"okay." you breathed.

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CHERRYSH YOUㅤ. . .ㅤ﹫ park jongseong ★

꒰ 🧾 ꒱ park jongseong & gn reader, 500 words. ㅤg fluff, no set au, established relationship, drabble. ㅤw pet names, kissing, mentions of food. ㅤinspired by this fanartㅤlibrary

the corners of jay’s rosy lips tugged up in a grin at the feeling of your arms around his waist. “hi, love.” he spoke, a chuckle escaping him when you gave his cheek a peck. “want a cherry?”

“mhm,” you nodded, letting your boyfriend pop one of the round fruits inside your mouth.

he kept washing them under the gentle water stream, plucking out the stems to soon prepare the sauce for his pie. if you weren’t so insistent on your weekly cravings, you wouldn’t be seeing the blond’s lean form clad in an apron, glasses sitting at the tip of his pointy nose as he prepared the baked good. you were glad you pestered him enough.

inevitably, jay stole a glance and caught you eyeing the ripe cherries. ‘another one?’ was what his expression and raised eyebrows wordlessly inquired. at the confirmatory shake of your head, he gave you a lopsided smile. “c’mere then.”

before you knew it, he had already pulled you into his chest, your body fitting snugly against his. jay didn’t even bother to dry off his palms, resting them on your hips and firmly keeping them in place.

soon, you were kissing him, and a playful sigh left you when you didn’t get the cherry you wanted — jay’s laughs were all muffled by your mouth. matching your slow pace, he slipped a cold, water-soaked hand under your sweater and coiled it around your waist, eliciting a gasp out of you.

park took the opportunity to sneakily break the kiss, and whilst his eyes gleamed affectionately at you, he put something in his mouth. the young man then went right back to savoring your mazzard-flavored lips, tongue darting out.

the little squeaks of surprise you let out were always amusing to him. he wished that he could have a built-in recording machine in his brain and commit them to memory. you failed to notice that, in the deep mess of swollen lips, jay’s teeth tugged on something that ended up with you.

pulling away with a hazy vision, you felt the item inside your mouth, finding a cherry stem tied in a knot. the small burst of bewilderment you had for it faded away as soon as it came.

“hey!” you scoffed, your boyfriend’s cheeky beam making you crack one of your own. “i asked for a cherry, not a stem.”

“i’m sorry, beautiful.” your honest grumbles of dissatisfaction only made jay fall even deeper for you, and he quickly fed you with the prettiest red fruit he found. “is that better?”

you wrapped your arms around his neck, fixing his glasses and chewing on it. “yeah, way better.”

something about the mischievous glint in his irises told you that he wasn’t that interested in baking anymore, and that made you cock an eyebrow at him.

“so...” he fiddled with the necklace you wore, not taking his gaze off you. “more cherry stems?”

there it was. you dismissed him by briefly sealing his lips with yours and giving him one of the cherries. “focus on the pie, baby.”

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moongumi · 2 years

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HOW YOUR NA'VI FUCKS YOU

⟶ cw. drabble, explicit, smut, pwp, size-kink, size play, exophilia, marking, biting, alien-fucking, squirting, fingering, oral (m+f), cervix fucking + more

a/n. hoya, this truly came out of horniness for the blue aliens i desire, i wanna write full fics at some point but i hope these satisfy my fellow alien-fuckers.

the na'vi, is huge. he towers you, double the height of a normal human male. his size is reflective elsewhere too. his shaft is large, too long and too thick–he doesn’t care, he believes that it will fit. he does everything to make sure it fits, he makes sure the entire thing fits even if he goes inch, by inch, by inch–torturing himself, resisting his animalistic urge to completely pound you into the wet mulch.

the na'vi, marks you. he clings onto you when his entire length is inside of you. he holds you tightly, his large blue hands leaving handprints all over you, mostly your hips, upper arm, under your thighs…and your neck, oh your throat–constantly covered in a large handprint, he gifts you necklaces large enough to cover them when around the tribe but hell, he doesn’t let you wear it when you’re alone.

the na'vi, bites. his fangs, nips, chews at your soft skin. he utters words like, “human, your skin is as soft as whale blubber.”. hard to understand until you were given blubber to try. he loves when you’re on your knees, chest dug into ground with your back arched. ass bare for him, he nips them before completely devouring your cunt.

the na'vi, loves the way you taste. he can't stop, he makes you cum too many times. your juices taste like nectar to him, the rarest kind. he would awaken you with a taste for himself and even put you to bed with his head between your legs, his tongue deep inside penetrating you, curling his tongue along all the ridges and cavities he can find.

the na'vi, is needy. he’s always wanting you. he wants to explore you, how different you are to his kind. he plays with you anytime he gets, fingers deep inside feeling for anything new–he loves the sounds it makes, the wet squelches and the way when he moves too much liquids squirt out and you whimper in into your fists trying to make no noise.

the na'vi, always plays with you outdoors. he enjoys fucking you under the moonlight the most, with the glow of the scrubs and trees around. he likes the way the colours bounce off your bare skin, hue completely different to his own.

the na'vi, stares, he stares at the way his cock stretches you–his cock the size of your arm somehow fits. humans must’ve been made for this. the lips curl, fat plump lips–hug his cock, dragging and sucking him back in when he would thrust, he loved doing it slowly, seeing the way your cunt moves, leaving trails of your white cum all over his blue cock.

the na'vi, loves your mouth. the way it chokes on his cock, taking it deep inside your throat. he loves the colours of your tongue, the way it mixes with his–the way it’s so hot and warm when he feels it with his tongue.

the na'vi, palms your tits. his kind don’t have large tits like yours. they jiggle when he fucks you from any angle and he always wants his hands or mouth on them.

the na'vi, melts from the tunes of your voice. your moans, groans, whimpers and cries–he hears them in his sleep. the way your lips fall apart, you’re unable to resist making those little noises for him.

the na'vi, allows you to mount him. it’s his favourite position. watching the way you struggle to sit on his cock properly, constantly adjusting and begging him for help. his large hands holding onto your much smaller hips–helping guide you as your body shudders and shakes from the pleasure. he loves the way your small hands rest on his chest as you ass bounces on his cock, whimpering. he sees the way his cock looks inside of you, he can see it when you sit and stare it him, telling him, “i’ve taken all of you, look.” you rest his palms on your stomach, the ridge of his head inside can be felt from above your belly button. it makes him harder to know you can take so much for such a small being.

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ too busy being yours ❞ ─ a we could be love blurb

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!rossi!reader. summary: you're pretty much in love with your boss. and he's pretty into you too. but if being your boss wasn't bad enough, he's also your dad's best friend. content warnings: valentine's fluff! no romance involved tho. just friends being friends and sleeping into each other's embrace. as friends do. might not be totally inclusive to full italian girls (?). two idiots in love making rossi seem worse than he is. word count: 2k+. a/n: the bau!rossi!verse begins. i never proof read anything.

Being single during Valentine's Day was already bad, hearing your own father's romantic plans for the evening only made it worse. The humiliating truth of not having the same game as David Rossi was daunting, but you didn't have the Italian vibes to use in your favor like he did, and you were pathetically in love with your boss and that made every single man look awful in comparison.

"What about you Baby Rossi, any saucy plans for tonight?" Your eyes shoot daggers at Derek for making the question, bringing everyone's attention to your warm cheeks.

"Apparently I have to look for a ride home, saucy enough?" Your father shrugs with an apologetic glance at your answer, he usually took you home but wouldn't have the time to today. That's what you get for carpooling.

Between dates and the bar, you were getting out of options and was about to accept your fate: You would have to take the subway. You weren't sure how Spencer did it so often, specially with his particularity with germs and people, you absolutely hated it, it was too tiring, too loud.

You run up the stairs to get to Hotch's office, handing him your reports, slightly out of breath.

"You were quick with these." It's a praise with a hidden quip: You were always the last one to hand yours, not only a natural procrastinator, but you were the last one to join the unit, you still struggled with some of the bureaucracy.

"Trying to avoid rush hour, taking the subway today."

"I can take you home–" He seems surprised by his own response, or by how quick he offered that ride. Your address is somewhere on your files but he doesn't truly know where you live. He couldn't even shrug it off saying it was on his way home.

"Don't you have a date? I mean–Wouldn't this make you late for anything?" You hope dearly that you didn't make it obvious that you just wanted to know if he was seeing someone. It's obviously too much to hope for, he knows.

And he smiles sweetly, softly. He tries his best to keep it innocent. "No plans today, just me, my bed... And some popcorn i think."

You chew on the inside of your cheeks softly thinking about your next move. Hotchner had slipped through conversation earlier that Jack had a sleepover planned, so by that logic, he would be alone, just like you.

He wasn’t exactly subtle about his interest in you, but he somewhat tried to conceal it, asking him out on a date seemed too pushy.

“Those are exactly my plans… You could maybe stay over for a bit, then? Maybe?” Your eyes glow with the expectation as you ask him, fingers busy with your necklace to soothe yourself. “We might have to pick Garcia up at some point of the night, though, if that’s okay.” You were always tasked with drunk Penelope anytime you bailed on them as a punishment.

You didn’t mind, drunk Garcia was fun Garcia, but if Aaron accepted your invitation, you hoped there wouldn’t be any interruptions.

Movies and popcorn are innocent enough, that’s the first thing on his mind, it can be innocent, and even when he tries to talk himself down of what could lead to very bad bad choices, your mention of Garcia tips him over the edge. It was just friends hanging out. Definitely.

“Yeah… I mean, yeah sure, that sounds fun. I have to keep myself awake until later than usual in case Jack calls me anyway.” You nod more to yourself and offer him a shy smile, just before he hands you more papers. “Oh yeah–You’ve got yourself a few more work hours, though.”

The ride to your place is anything but silent. Your phone keeps buzzing, signaling the BAU gals group chat wants details of what’s happening but you and Aaron barely notice it as conversation flows easily between you two.

You ask him about Jack’s sleepover and the sleeping later ordeal and he tells you how on his first sleepover Jack gave up and called him to pick him up at almost 1am. “When the fun was over he just wanted his bed. Driving the moment I woke was a terrible experience.”

That was years ago and he still waits for that clock to hit 1AM before sleeping. Just in case his baby needs him.

You can feel your insides turn into mush, the way he cares always from the smallest to the biggest ways reminding you of why falling for him was so desperately easy. “That’s incredibly sweet of you, Aaron.”

The informality catches him off guard, but he welcomes it, loving the way his name sounds leaving your lips. “He’s a sweet kid, much more cooperative than drunk Garcia, I can assure you.”

You laugh at his joke and it’s silent for mere seconds before he finally asks the question, the one question on his mind since you walked into his office earlier. Why? Why don’t you have a date? Why aren’t you at the bar? How can you even be single?

“I don’t have a lot of free time, Aaron. I’m… Busy.” You both know that’s not a lie. But you could try to make time if you were interested, you could’ve gone out today. Unfortunately, when you found yourself having feelings for someone, you couldn’t bring yourself to look for someone else. All the other men seemed so incredibly dull compared to the one taking you home, and you couldn’t but compare when you were with any other.

“You had free time tonight.” He’s pushing it and he knows it. He shouldn’t be asking so many questions about your dating life, he shouldn’t pry when he knew himself well enough to be certain he wouldn’t make any moves on you. Younger, beautiful, funny, smart… And the daughter of his closest friend. All the reasons he was so smitten were also the reasons he told himself he shouldn’t lead you on.

You deserved someone your age, with no baggage, or at least one lighter than his. Someone with more time to spare, who could take your mind out of the job and not keep you on it. And definitely someone who didn’t go to jazz clubs with your father.

Still, his hands are firm on the wheel, turning left to get to your home.

“I’m not wasting my free time on guys I meet at bars on Valentine’s Day.” He smirks, finding a good spot to park his car without saying anything else. He’s delighted by your answers even though it isn’t fair.

He gets ready to leave the car but you stop him, tapping his thigh lightly (it sends shivers up his spine but he’s getting good at pretending not to feel it). “Better get your go bag.” You see confusion on his eyes and that known furrowed brow directed at you. “You’re not gonna be comfortable in a suit. You can change to your spare.”

He hadn’t thought about that, it would definitely defy the purpose of a quiet relaxing movie night if he was all dressed up in his well known work attire. So he does as instructed and gets his go bag from the backseat, even though he’s getting more and more anxious by the second. The innocent friends movie night he made himself believe looking more and more like he was sleeping over.

You give him the tour of your apartment–a gift from your dad when you graduated from the academy, not that anyone really needed to know how spoiled you were–and show him the bathroom where he could change. Or shower. He has his go bag after all.

You go to your room to do just that, trying not to let the thoughts of him possibly being naked and under your shower flood your mind as you take the quickest shower you’ve ever taken in your life.

As you move from your own bathroom to your closet to get your pajamas you’re suddenly very aware of what’s really happening. You really did invite him to your apartment. This was a date. But it couldn’t be a date, did he see it as a date? Being so very infatuated by him and knowing well he had some sort of interest in you was very very different than acting on it. Your dad would kill you if he knew. And Aaron. And you again, possibly, if he knew it was your doing to initiate it.

Instead of your usual thin fabric short shorts and tank top you wear to sleep, you decide to be decent, black silk loose pants, old university t-shirt, cotton robe, socks and fluffy slippers. Anything that could maybe show you are totally just thinking about watching some fun movies with a friend.

You take two blankets and two pillows with you as you leave your bedroom, the sound of the shower being turned off making your feet almost run to get everything ready. The couch turning into a bed with a bit of struggle to unfold it. You made sure each blanket and pillow were on each side of it, as far as possible from each other.

Popcorn! You need to make popcorn, that’s the first thing you think when you hear the door unlocking, going straight for the kitchen and putting a bag on your microwave. As it popped you got cheese strings and butter out of your fridge. If you couldn’t blow his mind in better ways, you could at least get him hooked to your special cheesy buttered popcorn.

“I’m making myself way too comfortable, I think.” His voice is smooth and relaxed and when you look back he’s leaning into the frame, his hair is wet and he’s wearing matching black sweatpants and a hoodie you’ve never seen him wear.

For a moment you just want to kiss him and forget about any debate morality could bring to ruin it, but instead you laugh and take the popcorn out of the microwave and drop its content into a bowl, spreading some butter on top and dropping a few strings of cheese on it before putting the bowl on the microwave.

“Casa mia è casa tua.” Your Italian is a bit rusty but it still works as a charmer, “Go pick us the most terrible looking romcom you can find while I finish this.”

“Romcom, huh?” He asks and you can just hear the teasing in his tone.

“You didn’t think we were going for some documentary, right?” You use a spoon to mix the popcorn to the melted butter and cheese when it’s out of the microwave, and follow him to the living room, “We’re gonna eat this cheesy, buttered, absolutely heart-swelling popcorn and make fun of some terrible, terrible movie love tropes.”

You do just that, and it’s awkward at first, the both of you wanting to be closer but also not feeling like you should cross that barrier, but as the night went on, the more you shared that popcorn, the more laughs you shared, the closer you got on that couch, specially after he tried to rub his greased fingers on your face, making you do the same to him.

One movie becomes two, and then three, and somewhere in between him telling you about the dates he would take Haley as a teen, making you laugh at how sweet and romantic he always was, and you telling him about your first kiss and how terrible it was, you both fall asleep. Your head on his chest, his arms around you.

Jack doesn’t call, and if Emily tried to get you to pick up Garcia you definitely didn’t see it.

It’s the first time you both share such an intimate moment, and it is just that. Sleeping in each other’s arms. Aaron even wakes up in the middle of the night, 3AM striking on the clock on your wall. He wasn’t even able to freak out and overthink anything about it, the comfort of your smell making him hug you tighter and close his eyes again.

He could deal with it in the morning.

#lari writes sometimes #this took so long that i kinda hate it now #happy valentines day !#aaron x reader #aaron x you #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds x reader #hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch imagine #hotch scenario

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CHIROPTOPHOBIA (Roommate!Gaz x GN!Reader)

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summary; you meet kyle’s team for the first time and bond over his suffering. 2.9k words! note; the flashback is implied to be past "the day we met"!

[WARNINGS; alcohol consumption, pre-relationship, phobias of bats and rabies, near panic attack from gaz, fluff, humorous overall.]

The pub Kyle dragged you to—the tables have turned it seems, as you’re usually the one dragging him when he’s on leave—is fairly loud and smells like peanuts and alcohol, but has such a comforting vibe to it. It’s familiar. Messy, but honestly for a meeting like this, there’s no other pub he would have chosen. Of course Kyle is the one driving with you in the passenger seat. You’re controlling the music this time, the radio turned to a comfortable volume where you can still hear each other if one were to speak.

Tonight is the night. You’re meeting his team for the first time and for some reason, you have this nervous itch under your skin. You’re bouncing your leg in the car, chewing your lower lip and looking out of the car window. Kyle nudges you after taking his eyes off of the road for a moment to check on you, considering how silent you’ve been. “Hm?” You hum, your head snapping to look at him. Kyle’s leaned back comfortably in his seat, one hand on the wheel and the other leaning on the center console like an arm rest. He’s wearing a delicious dark red button up, his facial hair minimal like always.

Fuck.

“I asked if you were alright.” Kyle murmurs in response, his eyes glued to the road. You catch a glimpse of a necklace dangling in the neckline of the button up—you avert your eyes to the road ahead of you, the car slowing to a stop at a red light. “Yeah, just..” You let out a slow breath in an attempt to calm yourself, but of course, it only makes the flighty feeling underneath your skin worse. Your eyes read the license plate of the car in front of you absentmindedly. “Nervous, I guess.”

Kyle’s thumb taps against the steering wheel at your response. “Nervous?” Kyle echoes with a questioning tone. “No need to be nervous, sweets. They’ve heard a lot about you, they’re excited.” He assures you, smile evident in his tone as he speaks. You roll your shoulders for a moment before groaning as all attempts to chill out have failed thus far. “Okay, but what do we even talk about?? Like, I’m horrible at talking about myself. Ask me my favorite color and I’ll tell a lie out of panic.” You complain, glancing over at him as the car starts moving once more.

Kyle lets out a chuckle, the sound heard clearly over the music playing in the background. It warms your stomach for just a moment before the beat passes. “I’m sure we’ll figure it out, yeah? There’s going to be five of us there.” Kyle hums, your eyes hovering on his charming soft smile. He says your name before continuing. “I promise you won’t have to carry the conversation. You’ll be fine; now, cheer up, we’re nearly there.”

Right. Everything will be fine.. Everything will be fine.

Kyle only regrets introducing you to them slightly. The ever so slightest, littlest bit. He should’ve known the conversation would go like this. Go to.. That.

“So,” Price had uttered, his voice hoarse and low before he took a small sip of his glass of alcohol. “How long have you known about Kyle’s problem?”

Kyle’s head snaps to his Captain, his eyebrows pushed up the farthest they can go. “My problem?” Kyle gawks, shock evident in his tone. You can’t help the laugh that leaves you, the laugh that causes Johnny—Soap, who you learned him to be after Kyle’s stories—to lean forward with a grin. Ghost seems reserved, but you’re certain you see his crows feet. “His problem?” You echo with a smirk, side eyeing Kyle as you sip on your own drink. You set it down, your eyes landing back on Price, his Captain. “You mean his bat problem?”

Kyle groans, rubbing his face. “For the love of God.” He hisses, holding no venom in his tone. It causes everyone’s amusement, to his disappointment. Ghost shifts in his seat as Price lets out an amused huff, his fingers twitching around his glass. “Ye mean he’s always had a fear of—” Johnny begins to speak, but is interrupted by Gaz shoving at his arm playfully. “Oi! It’s not a fuckin’ secret noo’, is it?” Johnny says, his accent thick and accompanied by a winning smile. “No, it isn’t.” You agree, sending Kyle a grin who is sending back a “please don’t” look. Of course, you don’t listen.

“So, it all started at this summer camp Kyle and I attended together..” You begin with a smug tone, which makes Kyle sigh in defeat. You glance at him and he motions for you to go on. You stifle a laugh before taking a sip, glancing between the men. “We were young, I don’t remember how young but we were over the age of thirteen.” You begin, gears turning in your skull to attempt to recall the story. Your fingers tap against the table for a moment; mindless fidgeting. “We were partnered up since the camp had a buddy system for anything exploratory. Now that I’m thinking about it, I’m sure it didn’t start here, but anyway…”

“Do you even know how to navigate the map?” You question Kyle, who is standing on a large rock that sits in the middle of a split path, holding out a giant piece of paper that had worn down fold marks; the map. He huffs, glancing down at you, where you’re standing in the midst of the split path with a worried expression. “Of course I do! I did pay attention to the navigation classes, you know. Did you?” Kyle asks you with an accusatory tone, but you know he’s just jabbing at you due to worrying so much. Always the person to try to calm you, hm?

“Yes,” You utter, telling a half truth. It’s not that you didn’t pay attention, but at the moment you were running on maybe three hours of sleep minimum and barely processed anything that was being taught to you. You have half a mind to blame Kyle directly for this, as you stayed up nearly all night, secretly playing games with him. “Just.. didn’t grasp the concept as well as you.” You pout, making Kyle roll his eyes and turn his eyes back to the map. You look around the forested area; the only sign of humans being the man made gravel paths beneath your worn down hiking footwear.

You take a deep breath, the lukewarm air entering your nose and filling your lungs. It smells like.. Well, outside. You can smell the scent of the pungent soil, the woodsy smell of partially rotted wood from the century old trees that surround you. You can smell some sort of animal excrement that makes your nose wrinkle—you also focus on that sweet, sweet, annoying cicada zing that constantly rings through the air. The sun is high in the sky, right in the middle of the blue. The air smells clean and when you Kyle, a little voice in your head says that there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

“Alright!” Kyle exclaims, the sound of his voice and the map crinkling between his fingers back into an imperfect square snaps you out of your thoughts. You glance at him where he’s stuffing the map into the water bottle holder, between the bag and his water bottle. Probably a bad place for it, but you don’t get the chance to correct him. Kyle hops off of the rock, his feet landing onto the gravel below, making you back up half a step. “It’s the left path that’ll lead to the hill.” Kyle continues, looking at you as he loops his thumbs between the straps of his backpack and himself.

You blink for a moment, raising a brow. “Are you sure?” You ask, some residual worry remaining. Kyle’s eyes dart for a moment before they meet yours once more. “Yes, I’m sure. Bloody hell, makin’ me doubt myself.” He laughs for a moment, reaching for the handle of your backpack and pulling you closer. You huff and shove him gently, but you fall into a nice pace next to him, walking the left trail together. You glance around the trail, your eyes scanning the trees and the assortment of plants, poking out just enough into the path to brush by your exposed femurs. You hope none of it is poison ivy or anything of that sort.

The walk is nice, but it is long. You find yourself drinking much more water than you anticipated, which when the opportunity presented itself, you paused Kyle by putting a hand in front of him. He stops when his chest presses against your palm and he looks down at you with a questioning look, his brown eyes scanning your face. You throw a thumb over your shoulder at a little area of fluffy, concealing plants. “Gotta piss.” You utter, making Kyle groan. “We only have a little ways t’go. You sure you can’t hold it?” Kyle attempts to negotiate, which causes you to look at him. “I’d prefer to not piss myself.” You respond.

Kyle groans and looks around, finding himself a rock to sit on while you do your business. You roll your eyes playfully as you make your way across the trail and behind the plants you spotted before. You set your pack down and took out a travel sized pack of tissues from the front pocket. In the middle of you doing your business, you hear a sound you never wanted to hear—Kyle’s scream. Your heart nearly jumps out of your throat hearing it and your mind races a million miles an hour.

“Kyle??” You shout, swearing under your breath as your fingers struggle to button your pants back together. Your hands are trembling because you’re quite literally out in the wilderness with only pocket knives and walkie talkies as defense and communication. You nearly trip over the backpack that rests on the ground, but you catch yourself and stumble out to the path, your chest feeling tight. You look around, your eyes wildly moving to spot your friend. You find him on the ground, scrambling backwards, dirtying up his backpack in the process. “Kyle!” You shout, exasperated. You run towards him, putting a hand on his shoulder when he screams again, his arms coming up and flying around his head like something is attacking him.

“Jesus—Kyle, what’s going on??” You grab his wrists to stop him from hitting you. He looks up at you with pure fucking unadulterated fear. Fucking hell, he’s already broken out into a worse sweat than the heat previously gave him. You look around, ready to rip out the knife sticking out from the other side of his backpack, but you don’t see any active threat. You let out a harsh breath, putting a hand on your beating heart. “Kyle, what in the hell made you scream like you were bein’ chased by a damn bear??” You curse him, lightly kicking his backpack. Admittedly, you feel a bit frustrated at his.. Joke.

“Bats,” Kyle gasps out, scrambling to his feet, so fast he almost topples back over onto the gravel below. Which, by the way, is all over his backside now. “Fucking bats—Oh my God, I didn’t get bit, did I? They were fuckin’ everywhere t.. the second you were gone, please check my head, they didn’t, right? No bites??” Kyle rambles, grabbing onto your upper arms. He quickly shoves his backpack off, thumping against the gravel path. He hurriedly contorts his neck in different ways, presenting his skin to you, even pulling at the collar of his shirt to show you more skin. You blink, standing there for a moment before he says your name desperately.

“Bats.” You repeat, your eyes roaming his neck for bites. Kyle pulls back and you hold eye contact with him for a moment. A beat passes. “Do not laugh at me,” He hisses, seeing the way your shoulders are moving up and down, the way your eyebrows quirk and the way you press your lips together in an attempt to hold down a smile. “Oi!” Kyle shouts as you aren’t able to contain your laughter. It’s not a joke! Even better.. It’s a fear. “You’re such an arse!” Kyle snarls for a second, going to pick up his bag. You reach and grab his wrist, pulling him to prevent him from stomping off like you know he would have.

“Wait! Wait, wait—” You choke out another giggle before waving your free hand in the air. “I’m sorry, Ky. I am.” You murmur his name, feeling his wrist flex underneath your fingers. “Let me check your neck, yeah?”

Kyle huffs. His face is burning from embarrassment. He knows it’s stupid, but he genuinely isn’t able to help it. He relents, turning around. You pull at his shirt a bit, your fingertips brushing over his skin. You let out a soft sigh. “No bites, right? They’ve got rabies. Can’t be bit.” Kyle pushes out, showing how panic is still running through his veins. You let go of his shirt and pat his back. “No bites, Kyle. You’re fine.” You assure him, more serious this time but the humor running through your words is not lost on him.

He turns back around and lets out a relieved sigh, his eyes nervously looking in the sky, in the trees. “So..” You begin, picking up his bag for him, grunting as you hand it to him. Kyle slides his backpack on with a huff. “What happened?”

Kyle rubs the back of his neck as you fetch your own backpack, using the remaining water in your first water bottle to rinse your hands, then using a small travel pack of hand sanitiser to clean your hands thoroughly. “Bats happened,” Kyle says your name afterwards, grumbling in his tone. “They surrounded me, they did.” You let out an amused noise, your lips curling into a grin despite his look of warning. “Uh huh. Let’s get a move on, bat boy.”

“Oi!!”

Johnny lets out a whistle, interrupted by a loud, boisterous laugh of his own. His hand comes slamming down on the table a couple of times, jostling the drinks and wallets sitting on it. Price has such an amused smirk, his eyes glued to Kyle who is sipping on his non-alcoholic drink, hiding behind it. “That’s also how I found out he has like, a chronic fear of rabies, too,” You add, glancing at Ghost who is leaning forward a bit, showing his interest in your story. “Yer pullin’ my fuckin’ leg!” Johnny exclaims, causing you to smile and shake your head. “Honest.” You utter, putting your hands up for a moment.

“I appreciate the origin story.” Price breathes, his smug and amused smirk remaining. Which reminds you, something has had to happen for Kyle’s phobia.. Phobias? to be triggered. You make a noise in the middle of a long sip of your drink—the drink being alcoholic, and you can feel a light buzz behind your face. “That being said.. What happened, Captain?” You say, emphasizing his rank. Price huffs out a noise, wrapping both of his hands around his glass.

“This was maybe..” Price pauses for a moment, his eyebrow quirking as his brain takes a moment to think. “..Maybe two years ago by this point. We were in the middle of nowhere, to be frank. Just me and Kyle, an’ it was getting dark.” Price pauses for a moment to take a sip of his drink. “Found a cave.” You let out a snort, immediately picturing Kyle’s face contorting with paranoia. “It began to sprinkle a bit and we didn’t want to sit in soaked knickers. Despite being his CO, Kyle nearly decked me for tryin’ t’pull him into shelter.”

Your jaw drops and your head snaps to look at Kyle, who looks more relaxed under the influence of everyone getting looser—for the exception of him—from alcohol. “I apologized, I promise.” Kyle chuckles, seeing the look on your face. “Mm, that he did. Nearly took back his apologies when I had to include his fear in the reports.” Price retorts, his smirk widening when Kyle lets out a sigh, obviously embarrassed about his behavior. “It’s irrational, I swear. I genuinely don't have the foggiest idea why they petrify me,” Kyle admits, making eye contact with Ghost for a moment. “Well, I think it’s the threat of rabies, but wouldn’t I be scared of every animal, then?”

You space out as the boys quietly debate the route cause of Kyle’s phobia of bats and rabies, your finger circling the rim of your glass as your eyes are just lingering on Kyle. You’re not really paying attention to what anyone is saying, but Kyle’s face sure is interesting due to the alcohol in your blood right now. Your eyes slowly move down to the necklace dangling between the open folds of his button up. You quietly curse yourself when you realize you’re practically staring right at his chest, downing the rest of your drink. You put the glass down onto the table and you look directly at Johnny. “Guess what I dressed up as for Halloween the following October?”

“Wha’?”

“Batman.”

Johnny howls, slapping the table once more, knocking his knees against Ghost’s, causing an elbow to fly into his ribs and a lazy smile to appear on your lips.

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wave2tyun · 5 months

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haze

pairing: taehyun x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

summary: absolutely no plot just pure taehyun brainrot (i genuinely can't get this boy out of my mind)

warnings: none i think??

word count: 342

a/n: hi. i drank. (and this is the result of that). i kinda wish this was longer but at the same time it feels good enough leaving it just as it is???????😵 either way i hope you'll guys enjoy<33 i'll be a bit more active tomorrow i promise today was just stressful and alcohol makes me sleepy😖😖

3 am.

coffee liquor and hushed whispers.

lovingly stares evolving into tiny pecks.

and pecks, turning into heated kisses.

it seemed like the adoration you felt towards taehyun grew at least 10 times stronger whenever you drank, it was like gasoline being added to a fire.

and taehyun?

oh- taehyun enjoyed it all.

your never-ending blabber and love dedications towards him, it was so endearing to hear you pronounce your love out loud. the way you melted underneath his gaze, unable to meet his eyes and stumbling on your words. he had never felt quite so loved until he met you. he loved you more than the word love itself, and he made sure that you knew that well.

now, as you were lying down on top of his chest, heartbeat wildly drumming against his own, loud enough to be heard by him despite the sound of indie rock music softly coming from his speakers- taehyun couldn’t wish for anything more than kiss you. his hand came to rest upon your jawline, leaving a chaste kiss there. you looked down at his chest, playing with his silver necklace as you silently chewed on your bottom lip. the courage to speak up and ask for more just like when you declared your affection towards him was gone, despite the alcohol not having fully left your system yet.

frustrated, you downed the remaining contents of the glass on your nightstand, the liquor still burning your throat as you grabbed his face to connect your lips with his. taehyun’s own cheeks started to burn, the taste of the liquor lingering on your lips too sweet for him to pull away from the kiss. you were sitting on top of him, and yet he felt the need to touch you more, to feel you closer, it wasn’t enough that his arms was circled around your waist, or that your hands were tangled in his hair, he was yearning to feel your skin on his, not leaving a single spot to grow cold.

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thehighpriestess1 · 9 months

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Be Mine : The confession Pt.2

Summary : Amongst confessions and "accidents" Niko finds out just who Gojo Satoru really is.

Pairing : King Gojo x knight reader

Genre : Fuff, angst, yandere themes. Minors Do Not Interact! 18+ ONLY!!

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The horse trotted forward as the cold wind blew strands of your hair back. Niko silently rode beside you occasionally glancing in your direction. But both of you were lost in your own thoughts. You looked ahead at the sight in front of you and your shoulders dropped. Gojo was riding next to Princess Kiyoko of the Yasuo clan. You thought about the conversation he had with you before this excursion, he had told you that the only reason he agreed to this four day excursion was because of the laws he passed in the favor of non-sorcerers. It was all a give and take, he had said. You hadn’t asked him for an explanation but once he told you that he was not going to marry the princess and this was just a diplomatic visit you realized that you did need that explanation. You chewed on your bottom lip as his words rang in your ear, I did this for you, What did he mean by that? What did he mean by giving you the necklace? In your heart you hoped that it meant what you thought it meant but your brain rationalized otherwise.

“They look good together”. Niko commented. He had no intention of coming on the excursion but when the council ordered him to accompany the princess he agreed.

“Mmhmm”. You sighed and looked the other way.

“Are you still mad at me?”. Niko asked as he trotted closer to you. “I don’t know Niko, what do you think?”. Your flat tone made Niko’s heart ache. He knew he messed up when he declared publicly that you were his girlfriend at Amante’s party. You hadn’t spoken to him in a week and this excursion was his last chance to salvage his relationship with you.

“Y/n, I really didn’t think it would be that big of a deal to you”.

You scoffed, “You would have known had you spoken to me about it first!”.

“I..I didn’t think I had to, okay? You told the King that you were in love with me! You didn’t ask me then”.

You looked at him with your mouth hanging open, “Are you serious right now? You..oh god!”. You huffed in disbelief. “It was a lie!”. You spoke through gritted teeth. “I told you it was a lie! I didn’t publicly declare that you were my boyfriend! I didn’t make anything ‘official’! I said it in front of the King! Not our lifelong friends!! There’s a difference!”.

“I..”. Niko sighed. “..I know! But..Are we not in a relationship? We have been with each other our whole lives y/n! No one understands me better than you and I can bet that no one understands you better than I do”.

“If you really understood me, Niko, then we wouldn’t be having this conversation! And only because we have been with each other all this while does not mean that we should get married or that we are in a relationship. I like you but..not in a boyfriend way”.

“Well you liked me enough before you started working with him. So I guess we both know what changed! If you hadn’t met him then we..we would be together now and you know it!”.

You gripped the reins rightly and took a deep breath to calm the anger rising inside you. “You know what…you are right. I did change when I met him. I realized that a friendship is not transactional, I realized that not every sorcerer is the same, I realized that I deserve to be ..taken care of”.

Niko scoffed, “Wow..you really are something y/n! Only because you got an ounce of attention from the King you think you are too good for me?”.

Your heart beat loudly in your ear and you thought you would faint any moment from controlling your anger. The view ahead of Gojo laughing with the princess didn’t help either. You swallowed harshly and your breath quivered.

“Fuck..”, Niko muttered under his breath, “..I didn’t mean that y/n..”. He spoke softly. He was hurting on the inside. All of his plans, to propose to you once the two of you settled in the palace jobs, buy a nice house, and have kids,were blown away by Gojo Satoru. He had witnessed first hand what happened to you after Naoya Zenin and he did not want the history to repeat itself. And now he had hurt you even more, he cursed at himself. Lately everything he did blew up in his face. He didn’t know how to act around you. He was desperate and jealous but he still cared for you.

“Go fuck yourself Niko”. You glared at him and moved ahead.

The convoy wasn’t big as the princess wanted the whole affair to be minimal and private. A trait she shared with Gojo. The main convoy consisted of Gojo,, Princess Kiyoko, You, and Niko. Two chefs, four servers, two of princess’ handmaids, rode behind the main convoy. You looked at Gojo who was now helping the princess get off her horse. She was pretty with waist length auburn hair and emerald-colored eyes. Her skin reflected light and the light blush on her cheeks made your stomach churn. Why was he being so courteous to her if he didn’t want to marry her? But then it hit you, he had said that he was not going to marry someone he didn’t know for the sake of power so the council decided to let the King and the princess spend time so he could get to know her. You looked at the princess again and you knew without a doubt that she liked him..a lot. This day was really testing you.

By some cruel fate, instead of four tents, the servers had only packed two tents. The four of you stared at the man as he explained that he was ordered by the council to arrange only two tents for the convoy and two tents for the chefs,handmaids and servers. Your heart clenched, there was no way the princess would share a tent with Niko, so that leaves for her to share the tent with either you or Gojo and had you been in her place, it was evident whom you would have chosen.

Gojo gritted his teeth. He knew why the council was doing this, for the longest time he had given them the freedom to function autonomously but now it looks like it was time to remind them why he is the King. It was clearly a plan to get him to marry the princess, As if they couldn’t have made it any more obvious they had sent Niko. He knew that Niko was not here for the princess but rather for you. He had heard of the stunt that Niko had pulled at a party and he was sure the council doubted his relations with you. It just made sense. But now the real challenge stared him right in his face, was he going to let you and Niko share a tent?...No way in hell.

Gojo smiled politely and dismissed the man, he turned towards the three of you with the same smile, “Princess Kiyoko, I apologize for the inconvenience. I assure you that you would be at utmost comfort”.

“Please Satoru, I told you that you can call me Kiyoko”. She spoke softly. Her voice made you wince, it was soft, polite, but trained. Were they on a first name basis already? You thought to yourself. How lucky she is to freely call him by his name. An honor not many receive.

“It’s very Kind of you Kiyoko”. Gojo felt guilty about talking to her and after every sentence he would glance at you to read your face but ever since the trip had started you have had a blank expression on your face. “But One of the tents is bigger so I would stay there with y/n, and Niko. While you can stay comfortably in the other tent”.

Your and Niko’s eyes widened and both of you stared at each other and then at Gojo. Niko clenched his fist behind his back and tried to maintain his composure. What is Gojo trying to do now? Spy on you and him? Or will he try to make him look stupid again? Niko cleared his throat and stepped forward, “Your-highness, With all due respect to your decision I believe that it would be best for you and the princess to stay together. It is also a matter of security for the princess and we can surely not leave her alone”. Niko smiled.

Gojo stared at Niko and wondered how upset would you be if he killed Niko right now? He frowned and looked at you, “Y/n”.

“Yes, your-highness”. You bowed and stepped forward.

“Do you have a suggestion to take care of the princess' security and fix the problem?”.

You sighed. “Umm yes, your-highness. According to the royal protocol a knight must always be present with a royal born. So Niko is right, we cannot leave the princess alone. But at the same time if both your-highness and the princess were to share a tent then Niko and I would need to stay outside the tent the entire time which is not feasible either. But if your-highness, myself and Niko were to share a tent then Niko and I could take turns keeping guard outside the princess’ tent and that way both your-highness and the princess will always have a royal guard”.

Gojo beamed proudly. That’s his woman! Smart and articulate. He smirked, “Well at least one of you carried your brain”.

The princess smiled at you but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Do you have any other suggestions?”. She tilted her head and asked you.

“Yes Princess, If you are willing then you and I could share a tent”.

Upon your suggestion the Princess scoffed, “As if I would share a tent with a com-!”. As soon as the words left her mouth she immediately looked at Gojo. “I..I meant that..I am not allowed to”.

Gojo chuckled. “That’s alright Princess, we will go with y/n’s suggestion”.

The two tents were on the two sides of the ground around 100 feet away from each other. The tents for servers and chefs were on the right side of the clearing. In the center was a canopy that was yet to have a dining table under it. Tall trees surrounded the ground and Gojo had immediately casted a protection around it.

Niko, Gojo and You stood inside the larger tent and stared at the two beds kept on either side. Two tents and three beds, Gojo thought to himself, the council must be really desperate. The tent was large with two separate changing areas at the far end of the tent. A round wooden table was kept in the center with a fruit bowl on it. “It’s good that the two of you will work in shifts”. Gojo commented as he walked over to the left bed.

“Only at night, your-highness”. Niko added, implying obviously that you and him will be together for the rest of the time, and walked over to the right one, leaving you standing near the table.

Gojo turned around and looked at you and so did Niko. Both of them stood at the foot of their respective beds and beckoned you to come over with just their eyes. You hesitated to move, on one hand there was Niko whom you were mad at and did not want to be around at all. On the other hand was Gojo whom you were also kind of mad at because he hadn’t given you any attention ever since the trip started and it all contradicted his behavior from a few days ago where he said that he changed century old rules for you. Even if you wanted to, could you really choose Gojo in front of Niko? Could you really share a bed with the King even if Niko was not around? You had a feeling that if you choose Niko then Gojo might get upset, but did he really have any right to be upset at you after flirting with the princess all day?! Even if you absolutely didn’t want to share the bed with Niko, you were left with no choice so you gingerly made your way towards him ignoring the hurt and anger on Gojo’s face. You let your bag drop at the foot of the bed and slopped down on it. You were tired, mentally and physically.

Gojo saw the victory smile on Niko’s face as you made your way to him. It did not make any sense, why would you choose Niko? Why would you choose Niko when he was right there?! When Niko pulled the string letting the dividing curtain fall between the two sections of the tent, Gojo’s fists clenched by his side. Now he could not even see you! He could barely make out the silhouette casted on the curtain in between but he could tell that Niko lay down next to you. His breath quickened, just picturing you lying next to him made his heart burn.

“Niko!”. Gojo commanded.

“Yes, your-highness”. Niko pushed the curtains aside and stepped on his side of the room.

Gojo stared at him, he had to engage Niko somewhere , “I want you to go to the river and get fish for dinner”.

“The servers have carried the best fish our-”.

“I want fresh ones”. Gojo cut him off.

Niko pressed his lips together and bowed his head before walking out. He huffed once he was at a distance from the tent. As he stared back at the closed tent he realized that he hated Gojo Satoru.

You immediately walked over pushing aside the curtain and looked at Niko walking away. “I’ll go help him”.

But Gojo stepped in front of you and slowly took your hand in his, “Are you mad at me?”. He whispered in the gap between the two of you.

“No, your-highness”. You withdrew your hand and looked down.

“Yes you are. That’s why you have been so cold to me the entire day”.

“I am not mad at you”. You spoke softly.

“Really?”. His lips turned up.

You could feel the space around you heating up quickly. “Ye..yes”.

“Then why did you choose Niko, hmm?”. Gojo asked softly.

“I could not possibly share a bed with you, your-highness”.

Gojo scoffed, “And why is that?”.

You looked at him like he had lost his mind and stepped back, “Because you are the King!”.

“I..”. Gojo was at a loss of words. “...fine! But I want this curtain off! I don’t want any funny business in this tent!”.

“That’s disgusting! And I would never …do that with you present in the same room!”.

“Wow! So you would do that if I wasn’t here?”. Gojo squinted.

“Don’t you have other things to do? ”

“Like what?”.

“Like…go impress the princess or whatever”.

“I..I will!”.Gojo asserted. Why were you not denying that there was anything between you and Niko? He wanted you to deny that one thing and yet you were here blaming him. He scoffed and walked out of the tent.

You watched him leave with your mouth hanging open and rolled your eyes and shook your head in disbelief. Why does he even pretend to care?

The moment Gojo was a few feet away from the tent realized how wrong he was to walk away. He could see that you were not having a good day and instead of letting you take your anger out on him he has probably added fuel to fire. He would have stopped and turned around right away but Kiyoko was now walking towards him in her changed dress. “Looks like you did not have time to freshen up”. She spoke sweetly as she approached him.

“Yeah…didn’t get a chance to”. Gojo smiled awkwardly.

“Your tent too crowded for you?”. She scrunched up her nose.

Just by one person, Gojo thought to himself, “No, not at all. Just had to take care of some business”. Gojo’s mind was still on you, why would you think that he was flirting with the princess? Did he do something wrong?

Kiyoko could sense a tension in him and stepped forward and took his hand in both of hers’. “If you want to talk about anything..anything at all. I am right here for you, Satoru”. She brought his hand up to her lips and kissed it gently.

Gojo froze, not because the kiss blew him away, not because his heart skipped a beat, he froze because he felt like he cheated on you. He withdrew his hand immediately like it was burnt. “I..that’s sweet of you princess. If you may excuse me I forgot something in…I.., I shall see you for tea”. Gojo gave Kiyoko a pressed smile and marched to the tent.

“y/n!”. Gojo screamed as he entered the tent but was shocked to find it empty. He ran his hands through his hair and hoped that you hadn't seen the interaction between him and the princess. “Fuck!”. He screamed and kicked the table, if you were not here then there was only one place you could be. Why did he act like such a fool?

You marched towards the river with tears in your eyes. You saw them. Clearly! God you were such a fool. You hated that you hated it. You hated that you cared. You hated that you had to come to this excursion. You hated Niko. You hated everyone! And for the first time ever in your life you hated that you were not a sorcerer…

“Oi! Niko!”. You called out as you came out of the woods and saw Niko sitting on a rock with a fishing pole. He turned around and gave you a tired smile.

“What are you doing here?”. He asked as he watched you climb over the same rock where he was sitting.

“I came to help you”.

“Oh really?”. Niko raised a brow. “What happened to your ‘a knight must always stay with a royal born’ ideals?”. Niko mocked you.

You glared at him. “Have you really not read the Knight’s manifesto? It says that in an event of an out of palace visit, which this excursion is, a knight must always be present with a royal guard from sunset to sunrise! And from what I can tell, we still have two hours to sunrise”.

“You’re such a nerd”.

“Is that all you've caught?”. You asked, ignoring Niko’s command and looking at the nearly empty bucket.

“I thought you were mad at me”. Niko added.

“I am. But I don’t want to stay with him right now”.

Niko shrugged. If you were mad at Gojo then he was not going to let this moment slip. “Fine, help me then”.

“But I need a favor from you”.

“If you forgive me then I will do anything”. Niko smiled.

“You promise?”.

“I promise!”.

“Fine I forgive you but I want the night shift”.

“What do you mean?”. Niko frowned and turned towards you.

“I mean..I want the entire night shift. I don’t want to be alone in a room with him”.

Niko’s concern grew serious. “Why? Did he do something to you?”.

“Ugh! Can you just… do this? No questions asked? I am having one of the worst days here”.

Niko chuckled, “Alright. You can take the whole shift but I will come to check up on you”.

“Suit yourself”.

You and Niko walked back and saw Gojo and the princess having tea under the canopy set up in the middle. You wanted to walk away but the princess beckoned you to come over. Niko gave you a reassuring smile and took the bucket from your hand and made his way to the chef.

“Hello y/n”. She smiled cheerfully and then scrunched her nose at the smell of the fresh fish.

“Hello, Princess”. You tried your best to feign a polite smile.

“Why did you go fishing?”. Gojo asked, looking at you.

“I thought Niko could use a hand”.

“Can Niko not fish without you?”. Gojo asked, sipping his tea.

“Of course he can, your-highness”.

“You didn’t take my permission”. Gojo kept the cup down and looked at you.

“Come on, Satoru! Stop grilling the poor girl!”. The princess lightly smacked his hand and Gojo smiled at her. “If you say so, Kiyoko”.

“May I be excused?”. You kept the fake polite smile on your face.

“Yes, darling”. The princess smiled but not at you, her eyes were still fixed on Gojo.

You bowed and took a step back before turning away. Poor girl, Darling ,ugh you hated when she referred to you like you were a mere handmaid. You are the royal knight and yet she made you feel like nothing! You could hear her complimenting his eyes in the background and swallowed your tears. Your heart clenched and your now the pain traveled through your entire body.

You walked in the tent and saw Niko sitting on the edge of the bed. “Hey”. He smiled tiredly.

You stood silently in front of you. One look at you and he knew. He knew in his heart that yours has been broken. “Oh god…”. He whispered under his breath.

“I..”. You were drained. “...I don’t know”. You dragged your feet and sat beside him. “I have never felt like I was not enough but now…I..”.

“Hey hey hey…”. Niko took your hand in his, “..you are enough. More than enough”.

“I am enough for me but I will never be enough for him”.

“Y/n…”.

“Let it be Niko. Nothing you can say will make me feel better”.

“I don’t think anyone can ever feel enough in his presence”.

You stared at him silently as you let his words sink in. He was right. Who could ever feel enough in his presence, who could even compared to the magnetic field around him? You looked at him, “Not even you? What did he do to you?”.

“I just..I wish that I was as strong and influential as him”.

“Why?”. You frowned.

Niko chuckled, “You won’t understand. He has everything I want…and more. Everything is so easy for him..No one holds any power in front of him. If he asks me to leave then I’ll have to leave. If he tells me to give up something I love…I will have to. Do you think that you can go right now and ask him to come fish with you?”.

You shook your head.

“Can you even sit on the same table as him and have dinner with him..publicly?”.

“No”. You whispered.

“Can you assert your power without his permission?”.

“No”.

“He can change all the rules he wants but some things just won’t change. You are only as free as he wants you to be”.

That night you didn’t see Gojo and Kiyoko come out of her tent. Maybe they had their dinner together inside, away from the eyes of commoners or maybe they didn��t. You could not even enter without his permission and it solidified Niko’s comments. Since Gojo was not in the tent, Niko insisted that he take the half shift. It wasn’t easy but he could see that you needed it. When he had come to wake you up, Gojo was asleep and you didn’t bother him.

-X-

The clouds casted a gloomy shadow over the land as the four of you stood on the farmland. All you felt like now was a piece of furniture that could protect in the time of need. You stood next to Niko and watched with hawk eyes as Gojo stood behind the princess and helped her correct her aim. Her bow was not steady, even you could tell now, whether it was intentional or not was hard to decipher. But her shrill laugh as another arrow landed barely few feet away from her made you wince. Niko sighed next to you and you pressed your lips and looked to the ground to hide your smile. He was just as bored as you were, maybe even more.

You clenched your jaw and suppressed a yawn, You barely slept and the morning shift was beginning to take its toll. Niko showed up three hours after your shift had started. Said, he couldn’t sleep either. The two of you sat and talked the whole night just like old times. There was no awkwardness and no anger. Eventually you fell asleep and when you woke up, you realized you had Niko’s cape around you and Gojo standing in front of you. He didn’t say much and left but you could tell he wasn’t particularly happy. Was he mad that you fell asleep while protecting his princess? His concerns be damned, you were off duty and he had no right to reprimand you.

You sighed as well as you saw the princess gently hit Gojo on his arm. “What are we even doing here?”. You murmured under your breath.

“She is faking it right?”. Niko asked, Raising a brow.

“Seems so”. You shrugged.

“Can he not see it?”.

“Maybe he can”.

“So he likes it when women fake it”.

Niko’s comment made you snort but you covered it up with a cough. You turned around immediately towards the forest and cleared your throat as you tried your best to control your laughter.

Gojo and Kiyoko turned around at the same time and looked at the two of you. Niko gave them a reassuring smile, “She’s alright your-highnesses, She smoked too much last night”.

You hit Niko’s arm while still turning away from them. You had to take consecutive deep breaths to calm yourself down. You turned away and gave them a pressed smile. “I am fine and I..don’t smoke”.

Gojo looked coldly at you and then smiled the most diplomatic smile, “Why don’t you join us?”.

You and Niko exchanged confused looks and then shrugged in agreement.

“Yes! I want to see the two of you in action”. Kiyoko chirped happily.

You and Niko walked over to the small tent under which the two of them stood and bowed curtly. Kiyoko handed you her bow and Niko picked up the spare one. Both of you challenged the other one just by looking at each other and began adjusting the bow to your liking.

“How long have you guys known each other? You two seem close”. Kiyoko asked, sitting on the velvet chair while Gojo stood on the side scrutinizing your every move.

“Almost, all our lives, Princess”. Niko smiled.

“That’s so romantic!”. She clapped her hands in excitement and you internally rolled your eyes.

Niko looked at you with a shit eating grin plastered across his face and then at the Princess, “Thank you, Princess”.

“You two should get married already, right y/n?”. Kiyoko nudged you to engage in the baseless conversation.

“Uumm..”. You looked at Gojo and then at Kiyoko, “...yeah. Whenever the time is right..I guess”. You checked the bowstring and nodded to yourself.

“Once Satoru and I get married, I will make sure that the two of you get married as well”.

Your heart sank and you and Niko looked at each other wide eyed while Gojo looked at the princess like he was about to blow her brains off.

Niko could sense the tension on your face, “That’s really sweet of you Princess, but you are condemning me to a lifetime of bullying”. He winked at you.

“Oh come on now!”. Kiyoko waved her hand in the air, “You two are going to be so happy together”.

You turned towards her and smiled, “You are right princess, Niko and I will get married right after you and his-highness get married, only if the two of you would be kind enough to officiate our wedding”. You gave Gojo a sarcastic smile and he squinted his eyes at you.

“Absolutely yes!”.

You took your stance at one spot and Niko stood a few feet away. The two targets were kept around 50 feet away with concentric circles drawn on a white canvas.

“You think you can beat him ,y/n?”. Kiyoko asked.

You shrugged, “He is the best archerer I know, so it won’t be easy”. You relaxed yourself and took your aim.

Gojo’s body tensed. He had heard you praise Niko but you had never called him best at anything. How could Niko be the best for you?! Why was Niko best for you?! Only he had the right! Only he deserved that privilege!

With a wooshin sound your arrow missed the bullseye by mere millimeters. Gojo saw the frown and irritation on your face and let out the breath he was holding in.

Niko chuckled and took his aim. “Let me show you how it’s done y/n”. His comment made both you and Kiyoko chuckle while it made Gojo grind his teeth. He wanted to see just how ‘best’ Niko was. He was convinced that you were just exaggerating but his jaw went slack as Niko’s arrow hit the mark perfectly.

“Told you he’s the best”. You smiled at Kiyoko who clapped for Niko and you did too. Niko bowed in front of you and you ruffled his hair.

Gojo stepped forward and took the bow from your hand. “It’s only fair if I get a chance too, right?”. He said as he looked only at you.

You remained silent and stepped aside to let Gojo take your place.

“How about we have a little competition?”. Gojo smiled at Niko. The tension between the three of you lay thick in the air as Niko looked at you as if asking for permission.

Kiyoko got up clasping her hands in front, “Yes! Let’s have a competition! But what would the winner get?”.

“There is nothing that his highness lacks, I can hardly give him anything”. Niko added.

Gojo hummed and looked at you through the corner of his eyes, “what do you think y/n? What should we compete for?”.

You looked at the three sets of eyes looking at you and bit the inside of your cheeks. “I..Perhaps we should let the Princess decide, after all she is our guest”.

“That’s so sweet of you y/n! The winner will receive a small gift from me”.

“Fair enough”. Gojo said and took his mark and so did Niko. “Five arrows, the quickest and the most accurate wins”.

“Yes, your highness”.

You stood back and watched both of them side by side.

One after the other the arrows swooshed cutting through the wind and you could hear the sound of them landing on the mark. The two men were giving it their all. Within seconds it was over and you could see Niko’s shoulders rise and fall as Gojo stood straight like a tree. Gingerly you and Kiyoko walked forward and your jaws hit the floor.

While Niko landed all the arrows on the bullseye, they were stacked on top of each other. On the other hand Gojo’s each arrow pierced through the previous one landing at the bullseye. You stared wide eyed, it was clear that Gojo’s precision was unmatched.

Kiyoko leapt with joy, “Satoru won!”.

Niko chuckled and looked at Gojo, “You are the best archer. Your-Highness”.

Gojo turned and looked at you hoping to see some excitement or happiness on your face but his heart dropped when he saw that it was blank. Something severe was definitely bothering you and the sooner he gets to know it the better it will be.

You had begun to smile at Gojo but Kiyoko wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Your gift! I knew you’d win!”. She exclaimed and your smile dropped.

Gojo wasn’t ignorant and he hated Kiyoko now more than ever. He could see how her behavior affected you. When a simple compliment towards Niko could make his blood boil then he could not even imagine what Kiyoko’s behavior did to you.

“You are exceptional, Your-highness!”. You smiled and bowed your head.

“Thank you”. Gojo spoke with barely any emotion. He didn’t want to be exceptional, he wanted to be best for you and until he hears it from your mouth his heart would not rest.

“Maybe y/n should give a little token of love to Niko as well? As a consolation prize?”. Kiyoko smiled and winked at Niko.

“There’s no need for that!”. Gojo intervened.

“Oh come on Satoru! Let’s help the love birds”.

Tears formed in your eyes as your heart clenched and clenched. The world was spinning too fast around you and yet you felt still, frozen in time. You felt like a pawn in their game, no decisions were your own, no one even asked if you wanted to do the things they asked you to do.

Maybe Niko and Kiyoko missed it but Gojo could see how you smiled to prevent the tears from falling out. Kiyoko made you cry…she was going to pay for it. “Y/n is not a consolation prize, Kiyoko. Any man in the entire Kingdom would be lucky to have a woman like y/n fall in love with him”.

Kiyoko scoffed and then laughed, “Of course! I was just joking y/n. I hope you’re not offended”. She smiled sweetly.

“It’s alright Princess, and thank you for the compliment, your-highness”.

-X-

You could not sit at the same table as Gojo and Kiyoko but to your surprise he didn’t eat with the princes. She insisted for the longest time but he refused with a smile.When Gojo had told her that all of you would have dinner together Kiyoko made a face that was not hard to read and to his unfortunate luck you were right there and you had saved the whole situation by laughing like it was a silly joke. Maybe it was her reaction that killed his appetite because it certainly killed yours.

As promised Niko was in the tent now and you sat under the canopy to keep an eye on Princess’ tent. Her handmaids slept in the same tent in smaller beds and surprisingly she had no problem sharing a tent with them. They were like her ‘friends’, she had said. You sighed and began carving the wood with your pocket knife.

The grass always seemed greener on the other side, right now as you sat out in the cold with an empty stomach, the fatigue had begun to catch up to you. You looked at the tent and groaned as you imagined Niko sleeping inside. Lucky bastard.

“I think you would starve before you freeze”. Gojo’s voice rang from behind you. You turned around and saw him walking towards you with a tray. He kept it on the table and sat down beside you. “Eat”. He commanded as he slid one bowl of ramen towards you and kept one for himself.

“I’m not-”.

“Eat first, fight later”. He cut you off as he placed a pair of chopsticks on your bowl.

You sighed and looked at the food and hesitantly picked up the chopsticks. You and Gojo ate in peaceful silence. You didn’t realize but you were starving and having food in your stomach made you way less irritable. You looked at Gojo and he looked like he was famished as well.

“Can I talk now?”. You asked as you slid the empty bowl away from you.

“Sure”. Gojo smirked as he turned towards you and rested his head on his palm as he placed his elbow on the table.

“Why are you here?”.

“I wanted to eat. I was hungry”.

“Why didn’t you eat with the princess?”.

Gojo smiled. “I would never sit at a table where you are not respected”.

You were taken aback by his statement.”For how long will you eat without the future queen?”. You retorted. Your slurred speech told Gojo how drained you were.

“Who told you I eat without her?”. Gojo smirked.

“Huh?”.

“Nothing. Is Niko still the best archer?”.

You took a deep breath and nodded, “For me, yeah”.

Your comment left a bitter taste in his mouth, “For you?! What does that mean?”.

“I didn’t mean to offend you”.

“Why is he the best for you?”.

“Because…he helps me improve and gives me constructive criticism”.

Gojo scoffed and looked away, “Even I can do that”.

“Yeah…but you were..kind of busy today”.

Gojo looked at you again, “Your right foot was off the mark by 5 millimeters and the string was too tight for your arm strength. You focused more on the force than on the accuracy and your fingers were also off by 1 centimeter. How’s that for constructive criticism?”.

“Now you sound like you are criticizing me”. You pouted.

“I..”. Gojo bit his lip and shook his head. “No. I am not criticizing you. I am just…”.

“Telling me where I was wrong?”. You raised your brows.

“No!”.

You chuckled, “It’s alright. I understand it”.

“So?”. Gojo raised a brow.

“So?”.

“Nothing!”. He grunted and turned away.

“You are the best archer”.

“You mean it?”.

“Yeah”.

Gojo smiled widely. He could finally be at ease.

“She would make a good queen ”.

“No! That meant nothing to me. I am not one bit interested in her. I would rather give up being the King than marry her”.

You chuckled. “Okay”.

“I mean it! She is a classist who can not think beyond her vanity”.

His comment made you laugh. “That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?”.

Gojo huffed, “I am being very subtle. You have no idea how difficult it is for me to spend time with..someone like her”.

“I think I do”. You smiled sadly.

Gojo frowned, “What do you mean?”.

You didn’t want to snitch but you were too tired to even argue anymore. “When we were returning from the field, she told me that…she told how lucky I was to have a man like Niko fall in love with me, I..I don’t even think Niko is in love with me but I asked her why did she think so..and you know what did she say?”.

“What?”. Gojo’s eyes were fixed on that one tear drop on your lash line that could topple over any minute.

“That..I was smart but girls don’t get love by being smart and I should put some effort into my looks”. You chuckled and sniffled. The teardrop finally toppled over and Gojo clenched his fist. “She even gave me this..”. You took out a potion bottle from your pocket and kept it on the table. “ and said that it would help me clear my skin of the scars”.

Gojo picked up the bottle and his blood went cold. “Did you use it?”.

You shook your head, “No. I was going to but then I thought if someone can’t love my scars then he can’t love me. I would rather stay alone than change anything about myself. Is it too egoistic of me?”. You scrunch your nose and smile with droopy eyes looking at him.

“No”. Gojo kept the bottle in his pocket. “There is nothing you should change about yourself”.

“Yeah”.

“I’m sorry for everything she said and did. It wasn’t right”. Gojo looked at you with utmost sincerity.

You stared at him and smiled sadly, “Don’t do that”.

“What?”.

“Don’t apologise on her behalf. It makes me think you two are close”.

Blood rushed to Gojo’s face, you..were…jealous...“We are not”.

“Then don’t let her call you by your name. Save it for the one you love”.

“Okay”. Goji smiled.

A cold wind blew and Gojo noticed the shiver in your voice. He took off his heavy cape and without a second thought wrapped it around you.

“Your-highness, I am-”.

“If you take it off I will behead you”. Gojo said flatly.

“Okay”. You pulled the ends of the cape and relished in its warmth. “But aren’t you cold?”.

“No. I have my infinity on”. Gojo shrugged. You stared at him blankly and Gojo straightened up. “You don’t know what infinity is? Do you?”.

You shook your head.

Gojo put his palm forward and stretched his finger out, “Go ahead, try to touch me”.

You looked at his palm in front of your face and then at him, “Seriously?”

“Yeah. Seriously. Go ahead”. He gently shook his palm,

You brought his hand forward and tried to touch his palm but your eyes widened when you felt like you had touched an invisible wall. “What..the..fuck?”.

Gojo laughed at your reaction. “This is infinity”.

“This is all around you?”. You tried to poke your finger between his finger but you couldn’t pass through.

Gojo nodded his head. “Yeah”.

“Wow…Is it like a ..barrier?”. You frowned and now tried to grab his wrist but you couldn’t.

Gojo watched you amusingly. You looked like a kid exploring a new toy. “Yes but no”.

“What does that mean?”. You finally looked at him. Your sleep and tiredness ,long gone by this new discovery.

“Hmmm it is not a solid barrier. It simply decreases the speed of the approaching object to the point that it never reaches me”.

Your mouth formed an O and you nodded your head. “So…are you also ..fireproof?”.

Gojo chuckled. “I am also waterproof”.

“Woowww…this has to be your coolest ability!”. Your eyes widened. You tried punching his hand but it hit a jelly-like wall.

“I also have the coolest domain expansion”. Gojo boasted. Your every compliment made his chest swell.

“I don’t know a lot about domain expansion but I know it varies from sorcerer to sorcerer”.

“You’re right about that”. Gojo agreed.

“What else can you do?”. You asked wide eyed, now more interested in his hidden abilities.

“Hmmm..I have six eyes”.

You pulled back and looked at him like your eyes were about to pop off, “You have six eyes?! Where?!”.

Gojo threw his head back and laughed. “No, not real six eyes. But the ability is called "six eyes””.

“Ooohh..”.

“Yeah. I can keep an eye on anyone I want from anywhere I am”.

“So..you can see what is going on in the palace right now?”.

“Yes”.

“And you can check up on anyone?”.

“Yes”.

“Can you see the future?”.

“No”. Gojo smiled and shook his head. “I wish I could though”.

“Can you kill a curse at the palace sitting here?”.

“I can do that but the attack can destroy everything in its path. So I don’t do that”.

“I see..that makes sense”. You pulled the cape closer to you. “Can you fly?”.

“Yes”.

“You can fly?!”

“Yes I can”. Gojo beamed. He loved the innocence on your face. You looked like an amused child who was just beginning to learn about sorcery.

“For real?”

“For real”.

“How high can you fly?”. You shifted in your seat excitedly.

“How high do you want to fly?”. He asked with a smirk.

“You..you can fly with other people?!”.

“Yes”.

“Woah…you’re so cool”.

Gojo stared at you with a proud smile on his face. “Do you want to fly?”.

“Yes”.

-X-

The wind blew your hair back as you rode behind Gojo. You were sure you were not going towards the nearby town as it was the other way and neither were you going towards the river, but you followed him through the forest and into the grasslands and followed him as he rode alongside the river and you stopped when he stopped at the edge of a cliff. You got off your horse and stared at the sky. It looked like someone had arranged each star by hand and carefully placed the moon in the middle. It looked big and illuminated the land beautifully.

“Where..where are we?”. You walked over to Gojo but your eyes were still fixed on the moon.

“It doesn’t matter”. He said. His breath was labored and he was hesitant to meet your eyes.

“Are we really going to fly?”. You stood in front of him now.

Gojo smiled, he liked the sound of we. “Yes. we are going to fly”.

“I..don’t know what to do”. You said. His cape was still wrapped around you and dragged behind you as you walked.

“You don’t have to”. Gojo chuckled. “Just..trust me,okay?”

“Okay. I will trust you”.

“Good. Now I want you to close your eyes and not open them until I say so. Okay?”.

You took a deep breath and nodded your head, “Okay!”.

Gojo stepped behind you and leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Close your eyes”.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

“No peeking, okay?”. He spoke softly as he stepped closer to you.

Your breath hitched the moment you felt the warmth of his body envelope around you.”No peeking”. Your body tensed as his hands wrapped around your waist genlty. You felt lighter like you were being picked up off the ground but your foot was still flat on it. You felt the air change first, it was lighter, fresher, slightly warmer. But a cool wind blew past you and you immediately clutched his hand.

“It’s alright..You’re safe”. Gojo spoke softly.

“May I..open my eyes now?”. You asked.

“Yes..”.

Your eyes flickered open and you sucked in a sharp breath as you realized you were staring directly at the moon. It seemed bigger and brighter, some birds flew past you and you flinched back making Gojo tighten his grip. “It’s okay”. He said smiling to himself.

“Oh god..I..I am flying. I am flying!”. You shrieked with happiness.

Gojo chuckled behind you and watched the stars reflect in your eyes.

“Can I..look down?”. You craned your head back and asked.

“I suggest you don’t. You might get sick”.

“Right! I should not look down!”. You looked around at the mountain tops and the stars and the birds. It felt like a magical dream. “This is..beautiful”. You sighed.

Gojo smiled. “Am I forgiven then?”.

You tried to turn around and Gojo moved you in his arms so that you were facing him. If you thought the scenery was beautiful then Gojo was magnificent. His white hair ruffled with the wind and you could see every star in his deep ocean eyes.He looked like the moon incarnate. You swallowed and let out a shaky breath. “For..what?”.

Gojo pulled you closer and your hands rested gently on his chest. “For letting another woman touch me?”.

Goosebumps rose on your skin and you could hear your heartbeat in your ear. “Why..why would you need to be forgiven for that?”.

“Why do I feel guilty then?”.

You averted your eyes and stared at the embroidery on his collar. “I..I don’t know. Maybe because you..you love another woman”.

“If I loved another woman, why would I apologize to you?”.

“I..I..”. You stuttered and were at a loss of words. Was he implying what you thought you were implying?

“Do we still need to pretend?”. Gojo asked. His own mind was blaring sirens. He didn’t want to just sit back and wait for you to come over to him. He wanted to show you how much he wanted you, how much he loved you, how he was pretending to be fine with the distance and rules between the two of you, no more, he was not going to pretend anymore. Every time the two of you had to maintain a distance because of the social setting, his heart ached and burned. All this time he thought that loving you from afar was tough but now he realized that having you so close that he could sense every tension in your body and yet not being able to do anything about it killed him. He knew he was risking it all, he knew he was being hasty, he knew you might turn around and never see him again, he knew he was being selfish but this was his last resort. The agony of not having you would kill him eventually so it might as well be now.

“I love you”. He whispered. Softly. Securly. In those three words he poured 20 years of love and want.

Each second of silence made fear grow in his head. When he couldn’t bear it any longer he placed his index finger under your chin and tilted it up. “If you don’t feel the same..tell me right now. Everything will go back to normal”. He swallowed painfully. He searched your eyes for answers but his own biases worked against him. Of course you wouldn’t be in love with someone like him. Why would you? You are sweet and kind and beautiful and he is just the King. That’s all he is. Maybe you pity him. Maybe you hate him. You didn't particularly like sorcerers and he was the strongest so why would you even like him? He felt stupid for risking his life on the line now. You would surely leave him now, resign, start a new life with Niko! Oh god what had he done..

“And..”. You finally gathered courage to speak. “..what if I do?”.

Gojo’s eyes widened and you felt his heart race under your palms. “You do?”.

A tear rolled down your eyes, “I..do”. Your words quivered.

Neither of you spoke for a while and the silence was filled with the sound of gushing wind.

“You do?”. Gojo asked.

“I..I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything…”. You looked down immediately, realizing what you had just done.

“y/..”.

“No!”. You cut him off. Your chest heaving with panic. “I..I need to go. I need to get down!”.

Gojo’s mouth hung open. Did he hurt you? Did he do something wrong? “Please..calm down”.

“No! I..how do I get down?”. You looked at him and he realized that you were serious.

“Okay..just close your eyes”. Gojo spoke softly. Even though you were standing close he could feel the distance growing. As soon as your eyes were closed Gojo brought you back on the ground.

When you felt your feet touch the ground you opened your eyes without Gojo having to tell you anything and Immediately stepped away from him. You began walking towards your horse without waiting for Gojo. Tears rolled down your eyes as you tried your best to not fall to ground bawling. What had you done? You confessed your love to the fucking king!

“Y/n wait!”. Gojo called out to you. He jogged up to you and grabbed your hand. “What happened?”.

“I..I need to go!”. You refused to look at him and tried to get his hands off yours.

“No! You cannot just..”. Gojo blinked and the tears rolled on his cheeks, “..You can’t just say that and leave”.

“I can’t but you can!”. You finally looked at him with quivering lips. “You can say whatever you want and do what you want but please…please Satoru, for the love of god don’t give me false hopes”.

“Y/n..oh god..no no no..I..I mean-”. Gojo held both of your hands and rubbed his thumb over the knuckles.

“It doesn’t matter”. You stepped back pulling your arms away from him. “It doesn’t matter. Don’t tell me anything. From now on, don’t tell me anything. I don’t want to know your feelings. I don’t want to know ..anything!”.

Gojo’s shoulders dropped and heart sank. He didn’t know what to do. It felt like all the doors he opened to get to you were now being shut on his face one by one. All the walls he broke , now up stronger than ever and he was losing hope with every passing second. He could not lose you. Not now. Not at this point. He stepped towards you but you stepped back. “I..I am sorry if what I did hurt you but my words were true. Please..just talk to me. I..Please”. His whole body shivered and shrunk as you refused to meet his eyes.

“I need to go”. You got on your horse and turned it around while Gojo stood there watching you, panicking, cursing himself. No, this was not going to be the end of your story. He was not going to let you have any bad memories of him. He didn’t care how much it hurt him as long as you were happy.

“Stop!”. Gojo yelled as he caught up to you.

“I don’t want to!”. You yelled back.

“I..there is a curse near by.Behind us! We need to stop!”. Gojo frowned as she said it, making it look like he was scolding you. But in reality he knew that it was the only way to get you to stop. In return all he had to do was let one of his ‘pet’ curses chase him.

You looked back and saw the bear shaped gigantic curse chasing you and immediately came to a halt, pulling out your sword in the process. “Get back!”. You yelled at Gojo and kept your eyes focused on the monster. But before it could even get within your attacking range, you collapsed on the ground.

-X-

Naoya grunted as he swung the chair to the other side of the bakery. He coughed and sneezed as the dust enveloped him. With light off and shutter down, one might wonder what Naoya Zenin was doing in a bakery that has been closed for decades? But only he knew why he had taken away this bakery from you. Under the garb of an engagement gift Naoay wanted the access to your clan’s secret technique that would make him more powerful than Gojo Satoru. A technique so rare that not many people even knew about its existence or working. But he knew. He glared at the broken down pieces of furniture as he recalled the day he heard his father talk to your grandmother and how she told him about the technique that is passed down once every five generations and that meant that it was passed down to you.

Naoya knew more about your life, by reading the letters exchanged between his father and your grandmother, than you did. He knew that both of your parents were sorcerers but your grandmother wanted to keep you away from the battlefield so she lied to you. Everything would have gone well if only his stupid uncle would not have gotten in the way and told your grandmother that he was only marrying you for the curse technique. Everything went downhill from there.

He pulled out drawers and shelves and threw them on the floor when he could not find the scroll he was looking for. The scroll was the missing piece of his puzzle. With a loud sigh he collapsed on the dingy couch and looked at the ceiling. He wouldn’t have cared for this stupid scroll now if only Gojo hadn’t brought those laws! What was she even thinking? Does he really think that sorcerers and commoners are equal? Like they have an equal right to live? He scoffed and turned around when he saw an old frame with your family photo. It looked too well preserved and definitely looked like it was made of a finer quality wood.

He squinted and walked over to the wall and his eyes widened when he realized that it was not actually a frame but a thin safe disguised as a frame. How could he have missed this! He turned it around and unclasped the lock at the back and smiled devilishly when instead of the back of the photo he saw four scrolls stacked on top of another.

-X-

You opened your eyes slowly and found yourself lying on the soft plush bed. Your head was pounding and you grunted as you tried to get up.

“No no no no..”. Gojo said as he immediately rushed to you followed by Niko. “Don’t get up yet”. He put one arm around your shoulder and the other on the blanket as he tucked you back in slowly. “How are you feeling?”. He asked.

You stared at him and Niko and tried to recollect what happened but your mind was blank. “I..don’t know..what happened to me?”.

Niko sat down on the other side and took your hand, taking you aback, “It doesn’t matter. You are fine now”.

“I..I am fine? But..what..”. You turned to Gojo for answers.

“How much do you remember?”. Gojo asked.

You took a deep breath and tried to dig out the latest memory you had. “We were having dinner and talking about your techniques and..”. You trailed off as the following memory was just a blank.

Gojo sighed and petted you gently on the head, “It’s alright. You are right, we were having dinner and then we got a notice about a possible curse attack”.

“Curse attack?”. You frowned as you tried to force any memory of the attack.

“Yes. We were on the way when we were attacked and you jumped in front of me and got hit on the head”.

“Are you…are you hurt?”. You asked, looking at him.

“No. I can’t believe you would do something like that when I had asked you clearly to never jump in front of me”.

“I..I am fine. Really”. You tried to force a smile.

Niko looked between you and Gojo and something felt eerily off. Last night when Gojo walked into the camp carrying you in his arms it didn’t look like you were hit by a curse. Your arms and hands were fine. Even your clothes and shoes were fine. Above everything, it was strange that you had lost just a portion of your memory, like someone had deliberately trimmed that part and stitched another one in its place. “It’s quite funny that y/n got a chance to step in the way of attack before you could kill the curse..your-highness”.

“Niko!”. You frowned and gripped his hand. “It was my duty”.

Gojo smiled at you and then turned to Niko. “I did kill the curse but… unfortunately it had already attacked y/n”.

“And you weren’t fast enough to save her? Or if I may be brave enough to say that your intentions came in the way”. Niko raised a brow. He didn’t care anymore if Gojo would demote him. He was going to show you just how selfish Gojo Satoru is…and can be.

Gojo’s anger flared but he tried to retain the calm exterior. Niko was deliberately trying to make him look bad, or worse incompetent in front of you! “Are you implying that I didn’t want to save her?”.

“Niko! This is my job!”. You squeezed his hand to signal him to stop. “I am sure his-highness tried everything to save me”.

Gojo remained silent. Niko was sowing the seeds of hatred in your heart and he couldn’t do anything…yet.

“You are right y/n”. Niko chuckled. “It is your job to risk your life to protect the King and not the other way around, and at the end of the day you were just doing your job and I am proud of you for that”.

Gojo gritted his teeth. He knew exactly what Niko was implying and after Kiyoko’s shenanigans, Niko’s interference was the last thing he needed. It was not a win-win for him, he could not let you have that memory and suffer and this was not the ideal but the only solution he had. His only win was that now he knew you felt the same. “I am sorry y/n..I-”.

“No. Please don’t apologize. I mean it”. You smiled reassuringly at him and Gojo’s heart filled with warmth. It was a bittersweet feeling, on one hand he was happy that you were not mad at him but it hurt him that you did not expect him to protect you, that you don’t see him as a shield but rather as someone who needs to be protected.

It hurt him that he had to be the one to do this to you but he had to. He had no other way, he could not lose you like that. He got scared and desperate and god he would bleed for you just to make up for the pain he had to cause you .“I need to talk to y/n, alone”.

Niko looked at you and you nodded at him. “I’m fine”.

As soon as Niko was out , Gojo's shoulders, he could not look at you anymore, the guilt began to consume him like a tidal wave, “I’m sorry. I am so sorry!”. He muttered as he took your hand in his’.

“It’s fine, It’s really fine”.

“No no no. It’s not! I..Please forgive me y/n”.

You frowned, “Wh..no. I mean you don’t have to ask for forgiveness. I..you didn’t do anything”. Your words only hurt him more and pressed his lip tightly and looked at you. Your eyes softened when you saw his glossy ones, “I am fine. I am really fine”. You tried to reassure him.

“I..couldn’t protect you”.

“You don’t have to. It’s my job to do so and I am sure you did the best you can to get me to safety”.

Gojo could not say anything. He knew it was all his fault. He should not have confessed, he should not have hurt you, he had never felt this guilt in his life, and you still loved him, and cared for him enough to reassure him, not knowing that he was a monster and he didn’t deserve an ounce of your care.

Gojo took a deep breath and cleared his throat. “Make a wish”.

“What?”.

“Make a wish. Anything”.

“Anything?”. You asked innocently.

“Yes”

.“I don’t want to see Princess Kiyoko ever again”. You bit the inside of your cheeks as you spoke. You were half expecting to be reprimanded and half to be laughed at. But you couldn’t tell him not to marry her.

“Granted”. Gojo smiled. “You should rest now”. He stood up to walk away but you held his hand instead.

“Are you really okay?”. You asked.

“Yes. I am”.

You looked at him not believing a word he said. “Satoru…”. You took his name softly, hoping to appeal to the side of him only you knew.

Gojo’s heart skipped a beat, “Ye..yes?”.

“Can you please stay till I sleep?”. You would not admit it but you were scared. Scared of the memory you lost and scared of being alone not knowing what you had forgotten.

“Of course I will”. Gojo sat back down and pulled the blanket up softly tucking you in. “I am right here. You don’t have to worry”. He tucked the strand of hair behind your ear and smiled as he felt you relax. He stayed there till you fell asleep and continued to warm your hand with his’. When he was sure that you were in that sweet deep sleep he leaned down and pressed a kiss on your head before letting go of your hand.

Kiyoko was going to pay for what she tried to do to you. Giving you a vial of poison that could possibly kill someone with no curse energy, her aim was clear to Gojo now. He tolerated her disrespect, he tolerated her flirting, he tolerated her attempts at trying to get you and Niko together, but she had gone too far now.

Niko sat under the canopy in the middle and watched Gojo march out of your tent with a familiar vial in his hand and straight into Kiyoko’s. He scoffed at himself, this is who Gojo really is. He might be the strongest sorcerer but deep inside he is just a weak little nothing who had to rely on a commoner to protect him. He knew now that Gojo didn’t love you, he was just trying to get you to fall for him for sport. That’s all what this was to him, a game. But not for him, to him you were everything and watching you put your life on the line for someone like him made him consider dangerous options. He thought about Naoya’s offer…it seemed tempting now. Dethrone Gojo Satoru and start a new life with lots and lots and lots of money away from the politics of the kingdom, away from Gojo Satoru, with you. But it still bothered him why Naoya wanted his help dethroning Gojo. The Zenin clan was just as powerful and he did not know what he could add to the plan but now he was tempted to accept the offer on the table. He lit up a cigarette and began finishing the carving that you had started.

He threw his cigarette on the ground and crushed it under his feet as he began walking to your tent but stopped as he heard a loud shriek from the princess’ tent. People ran inside the tent and screamed. Niko witnessed the panic as Gojo Satoru walked out with the calmness of still water. He looked at Niko through the corner of his eyes and kept walking towards your tent.

Niko ran and stepped in front of him, putting his arm on Gojo’s shoulder. “What did you do?!”. Niko asked as his breath quickened. Gojo pushed his arm away and kept walking towards you. Niko ran up to him and stepped in between him and the entrance of the tent. “No. You can’t enter before you tell me what you did!”.

“Keep your voice down, she is sleeping”. Gojo spoke calmly as he looked down on Niko.

“What-”.

“Let me remind you”,Gojo spoke sternly,”That you are refusing entry to the King, do you want me to kill you?”. He smirked.

“You can’t hurt y/n”.

Gojo’s rage filled eyes had shiver run down Niko’s spine, he growled at him, “I would never harm the future Queen of this Kingdom”.

Gojo walked past Niko leaving him standing there wide eyed, mouth hung open and to his horror he saw the princess running out of her tent with her face disfigured, crying, weeping blood, and for the first time he witnessed just who Gojo Satoru was and what he could do.

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