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kisses4choso · 6 months

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#DAD?

SYNOPSIS: when you first meet their adoptive kids CHARACTERS: s. gojo & s. geto WARNINGS: mildly suggestive (geto), ages 19/18 [according to the manga] NOTE: pretend geto didn't commit genocide... he brought the girls back to jujutsu tech and lived happily ever after!

when GOJO first introduces megumi and tsumiki to you, you're a bit conflicted. the first thing you think? yeah, gojo was right in being scared of a kid that's a third of his age; poor megumi looked identical to his father. the second? they're so young, they're actual kids. gojo is so young. you are so young.

"nice to meet you. i've heard lots about you," is the only thing you can offer to the children other than a warm smile. the boy stares at you before looking off to the side, and his sister nudges him, smiling at you politely.

"us too," the little girl says, "professor gojo says you're pretty a lot," she stumbles over her words a bit before deciding on something, "and you make really good cup ramen."

"professor gojo said that?" you look up at him from where you're squatting on the ground, tickled by the funny nickname, and you're happy to see a cute smile dancing across his face. "then i'll have to treat you to some ramen soon."

she nods, still flashing her smile, although it's missing a few teeth, and megumi remains looking off to the side.

"are you gonna be in charge of us too?" he suddenly asks, his blunt words a contrast to his little voice.

satoru answers for you, squatting down to meet the boy's eyes (probably, it's hard to see where he's looking with those glasses), "we're still figuring that out, kid. are ya tryna get rid of me or somethin'?"

megumi mumbles something under his breath, and whatever it is, it earns him a pointed sideways glance from his sister.

"wanna say that louder?" he challenges the boy, but megumi responds by sticking his tongue out at him. gojo mimics his actions, just like a boy would. because that's exactly what he is, a teenage boy.

"thought so! alright, you two, can you give us adults a second to talk? we gotta talk about..." he trails off, turning his head to face you directly, "taxes, or somethin'. we'll be in my room. be on your best behavior please, we have a guest."

"pinky promise," tsumiki says, kissing her thumb and holding out her hand. surprise washes over gojo's features, but he quickly composes himself, mirroring tsumiki and allowing her to link her pinky to his. she presses her thumb to his, effectively sealing the promise.

cute, he thinks, how hard would it be for megumi to be like that?

gojo then decisively sticks his pinky out to megumi, but the boy gives him a weary look, and he frowns. "well, holler if ya need me!"

and with that, he's rushing you off to his room, closing his door behind him, lowering his voice, and tugging off his glasses, "so? whaddya think?"

"about?" you stall, finding comfort in his bed as if it were your own. you feel his eyes on you, you always do, but this time it's that look. he's analyzing your every move, your flow of energy, your darting eyes; you're not sure if it would be more effective to acknowledge it or let it go. he stands in front of you, so it's hard to ignore, but you persist.

he hesitates before speaking, a rare occasion, "remember how i said i wanna be a teacher at tech?" he doesn't wait for your answer, "i think, if i try hard enough, i can start teaching right now. the boy has lots of potential, and i want to develop that. can't let it be wasted with the z'enins."

you move your lips, but he anticipates your words, "i know, i'm not even twenty yet," he brushes a hand through his hair, "i don't want his power to be a burden to him. he wants to protect his sister. i can help him."

"i know you can, satoru. it's what you want to do, and i know above everything else, you're stubborn," you finally meet his gaze, and you find the troubled twist of his lips. "but will you have time?"

"i've got enough money..." he says, deflating at your unconvinced sigh, "i'll find a way."

seeing him so caught up in this tugs on your heartstrings a little, and the slight pout on his lips doesn't do much to help your heartache. you say what you were scared to from the moment he mentioned the two children, "i can help."

for the second time that evening, shock laces itself onto his face. you look a little startled by your own words. the reality of being responsible for raising two children on top of developing megumi's cursed technique against the wishes of arguably the most powerful sorcerer clan... it was heavy.

"ya don't gotta, i just wanted to know if i'm crazy or not for adopting two young kids at my age."

"you're always a little crazy, no? and i want to," you say, and a beat of silence passes between the two of you, the six eyes user taking a particularly sharp breath.

"you're okay with raising those two brats? with me?" he dismisses your first comment, the last question a little quieter.

he takes a step closer to you and crosses his fingers in hopes you'd say yes. a selfish thought, but it means another reason to convince you to move in with him. another reason to spend nights and days together. yet another reason to love you.

"yes, professor, but with all these missions, you'll practically be an absent father... figure," you reach out to him, pulling him closer by his waistband.

he smiles, slumping his weight in the spot right next to you as if his king bed couldn't hold him anywhere else, "not much different than what they're used to."

"satoru," you bat his shoulder, and he laughs, dimples on display. you don't miss the questions hidden in his eyes, and you wish he'd lean over just a little for you, maybe let him steal a kiss or two as a remedy. you continue, "we turned out all right, i'm sure they'll be okay with you."

"with us," he corrects, "and i turned out amazing, by the way."

he turns to you, attention completely fixed on the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh, at his expense, but the laugh is for him. uncharacteristic emotion comes over him for a moment, but his gaze is as steady as always, and in the moment he's sure he'd done something in his past life right, "but i hope they learn more from you."

"mimiko, nanako, come say hi," GETO calls to the girls as he opens his door for you. you were at his house as a 'surprise' he said, so you felt the necessity to get the two girls a few gifts.

he moves aside to allow you in, and immediately you're aware of the unusual mess in his living room. the building blocks, dolls, hair bows, plushies, toy cars, and puzzles make it look like a daycare.

his lips meet your forehead, "hey, you didn't have to get them anything. they're spoiled."

"i see that," you laugh, grabbing onto his freshly manicured hand as he leads you to set your things down on the coffee table.

his hair is messily braided as well, and you take out your phone to get a picture, but your attention is caught by two pairs of thundering steps coming toward you.

"mister geto! look what we drew for..." nanako quickly stops herself, her feet screeching to a halt, her sister bumps into her back.

mimiko yelps, not expecting the blonde to halt so suddenly. she peeks over her, searching the living room and finding you sitting on the couch. her part of the couch.

"what a cute," geto hesitates, turning away from you and toward the hall, "cat?"

nanako pouts, casting her gaze toward her feet, "it's supposed to be you with kitty ears."

geto quickly clears his throat, "i know, i was just kiddin'."

he glances back at you, the remenants of a smile in his eyes. he definitely did not know.

"who the heck's that?" the blonde says, leaning to the side to get a good look at you. "i thought you were gonna bring the guy with the weird eyes."

"nanako," geto's sharp eyes are not visible to you, but you know he's giving her a disapproving look with how she tenses. "come here, please. this is who i was talking about earlier when you weren't paying attention."

the two girls share eye contact (although the meaning of it is known only to them) and reluctantly step forward, the brunette behind the blonde.

the dynamic was obvious to you, nanako was the loud one, and mimiko was the shy one. it was cute, the way they held each other's hand upon coming closer from where they stood in the hall.

suguru attempts to push the two little girls toward you once they reach him, but they both hide behind him. your heart warms at the sight; nanako's looking up at geto, hugging his leg while mimiko squishes the side of her face against his other leg and looks at you.

you break the ice by introducing yourself, a little discouraged when they simply blink at you.

time for the trick up your sleeve.

"i brought these here for you. they're from kyoto, and i heard you wanted to try them."

their eyes instantly brighten, and they both look up at geto, waiting for his permission. he smiles at them, giving them both a quick nod, and they run toward the long couch.

"excuse me, can we open them?" mimiko asks, and you think that even if you tried, you couldn't find it in your heart to deny the girl anything.

you hand each of them a sparkly gift bag, "of course, hon. they're for you."

geto follows closely behind them as they wander over to the couch, opting to sit down on the floor right in front of you, between both of the girls.

mimiko opens her bag carefully, removes the tissue papers one by one, and gasps when she sees what's at the bottom. she turns to nanako and her mess, holding up her snacks. "look!"

they were giggling, trading a few of their gifts, and having fun with the extra plushies you had thrown in there.

"what do we say?" geto interrupts them while they're lost in their own world, but they don't seem bothered in the least.

"thank you so much!" they both exclaim at the same time, mimiko a little louder than normal.

you turn to geto as they wander into the kitchen to excitedly eat their snacks, "they're great girls. i can't believe those people would..."

geto winces, holding your hand delicately, "i know. but they're doing good so far. i think you made a good impression, they're not so quick to trust people."

you smile, a newfound hope inside you, "i can tell they adore you. you'd make a good dad, suguru."

you lean down to give him a quick kiss, but something changes in his expression, and he holds your chin in his hand, stopping you from meeting his lips. he smiles at your frown, a teasing lilt in his voice when he speaks, "don't say things like that."

"or what?" you know just how to get under his skin, and although your original comment wasn't meant to bother him, it's given you an opening.

his pupils are dilated; you can almost guess what he's about to say, or perhaps do, and--

"hi, do you wanna try?" nanako suddenly speaks, and you both jump, so caught up in your own world, that you hadn't noticed the girls' presence.

"thank you," you say, taking a chip from the bag she held to you, and geto does the same. mimiko offers you gummy bears, and you take one as well.

still a little startled, geto mouths a 'sorry' to you, and you merely shake your head, enjoying the sweet gummy.

he'd no longer have the benefit of having you all to himself in his house anymore; having no privacy was almost guaranteed with kids like mimiko and nanako.

but he thinks it might be worth it, seeing the way the girls smile as you compliment their hairdos, and watching you laugh as they take credit for his. he glances at your hands as you cover your eyes for a game of hide and seek, eyes caught on the glint of the promise ring on your index finger.

no, he didn't mind it one bit.

haruta's better than me, if nanami was that close to me...

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #geto x reader #dad gojo #dad geto #mimiko and nanako #megumi and tsumiki #suguru x reader #satoru x reader #gojo x you #geto x you #jjk imagines

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jackredfieldwasmyjacob · 2 years

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i just went on a swiping spree on tinder and bumble... if there's someone up above please help me out i'm tired of being alone

#i'm so tired besties #anyways today at therapy we spoke about loving ourselves and actually liking ourselves and i want to actively do that #like rn i can't even look at pics of myself lol #so this spree was also me saying to myself 'you're worthy of them'#it was definitely something #anyways goodnight folks let's hope this works #if not i am already starting to fantasize about meeting a girlie in the cruise i'll be going to next week #and falling in love with her and starting a long distance relationship until we live together and live happily ever after #en fin i shouldn't hype love up like this but whatever i'm at my limit #gn 😘

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luceracastro · 2 months

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Always You

Fran Romero x reader

Summary: Fran and you had known each other for basically your whole lives, him and your older brother being friends since forever and you being his favorite girl as you would recall him calling you since forever, however after you both reach adulthood certain feelings come to light

Warnings: brother’s best friend trope, fluff, some angst with comfort, kissing but nothing too crazy!

Ever since you could remember Fran had been in your life, hell there’s even pictures of him and your brother with you as a baby all over the house framed

He was the sweetest towards you, he was kind and respectful always defending you towards your brother and everyone else, protecting you and it warmed your heart as a kid

You admired him in many ways than one. He was always attentive towards you and as you both grew it was more constant , when him and your brother entered their teen phase he was sweet to you while your brother was more rude and annoying

When you wanted to show Fran something you had made, the high grade you got on a test or assignment, the newest color you painted your nails or something new you had just bought he always listened even if that meant interrupting him and your brothers conversation, a movie, or video game session

When your brother would tell you to leave them alone Fran wouldn’t take too kindly to that “oye boludo callate es una nena,” or “nomas me quiere enseñar algo” he’d also at times punch your brothers shoulder when he made fun of you or teased you about something

He had endearing nicknames for you also, Bonita, hermosa, Linda, nena, Chiquita and etc. Fran had a huge soft spot for you ever since but once the age of 18 hit him he didn’t come around as much since he was always in his theater classes or busy with school and his new adult life

Him and your brother still met up but over at his place instead, you would be lying if you said it didn’t make you sad or mad, he however still sent you a message here and there and though he missed six birthdays from work or theater that didn’t stop him from sending your brother back from his place with a birthday card with some money and a gift

Also a happy birthday message, but you still missed seeing him and at some point you sadly got used to the fact that he had a whole different life from you, of course he would he had a whole life to live and dreams

Your 21st birthday was around the corner and though you had stopped having birthday parties at the age of 16 your mom thought it’d be a great idea to have one for your 21st birthday, you were finally officially legal for everything

You woke up to voices and music downstairs and you walked down the steps to be met with decorations around the house and in the backyard your dad and uncles moving around tables and chairs and more decorations “Feliz cumple pelotuda” your brothers voice rang out from behind you and you smiled turning around “gracias pelotudo” he gave you a hug

You had walked into the kitchen to see your mom and to your surprise Fran’s mother, “Aye Mira La Niña” Fran’s mom laughed as you chuckled your face held subtle surprise, she hadn’t came around much after Fran stopped coming

“Feliz cumple mi amor” she gave you a hug which you returned with a smile “gracias” once you both separated from the hug you looked around to see all your favorite foods were being prepared “Linda, sabes quien va venir hoy” your mom asked as you sat down peeling a orange “no, quien?” You asked not really paying much mind “Fran” she said happily and your eyes widened

It had been years that he hadn’t seen you and you him “de verdad?” You asked and his mother nodded “Si, Por fin el tiene tiempo libre” she said and you nodded, after so long he was finally going to show up.

You had showered, done your makeup and hair then got dressed, in reality you were a bit nervous for all eyes to be on you, you hadn’t really had a whole birthday celebration since you were 16 and now basically your entire family and family friends were going to show up

As you stepped downstairs there was already a line of your family members waiting to greet you and wish you a happy birthday giving you a bunch of birthday cards and some present bags, you smiled from ear to ear genuinely as it actually feel nice to see your family all together with your home full of life

“Oye boluda ten” you turned to see your brother holding two small wrapped up boxes, you grinned taking them from him and unwrapping the first, a bracelet of real gold from a famous jewelry shop, the second was a necklace from the same place and you smiled “gracias, te quiero” you wrapped your arms around him as he did the same “Si si you tambien te quiero” he chuckled as he hugged you

The party was going well and you turned hearing your brothers voice, you froze seeing Fran enter with a smile on his face, he looked a bit different with his hair more grown out and a more structured face and slightly more taller than before, he smiled greeting your parents and other family members that were around him

then he set his eyes on you, the two of you could only look at one another and you practically felt frozen, he walked over to you a soft smile on his lips, “hola, te vez hermosa” he said a breathy chuckle escaping his lips as you smiled turning red just like when you both were kids “gracias Fran” he held the neatly wrapped present in front of you with a birthday card inside a light purple envelope with your name on it

You smiled taking the gift in your hands “ya los 21, me siento viejo” he laughed making you laugh as well “no seas dramatico nomas me ganas con 2 años” you said and sat down which he followed to do and he could only look at you “que?” You asked softly “perdon, por todo” he said and you raised a brow “por que?” You asked and he sighed “deje de venir y falte tus cumpleaños” he explained and you shook your head

“No no tranquilo la verdad no pasa nada Fran no quiero que te sientes asi” you said shaking your head and he smiled at you “y todavia sigues siendo la misma dulce niña de antes” he smiled and you chuckled “quieres comer? Te sirvo?” You asked and he shook his head “pero todavia accompañame” you nodded following him to where all the food was

He served his plate and you both went to sit down, “y entonces nena, como has estado todo este tiempo?” He asked before taking some food into his mouth “bueno todo esta bien pero la escuela es un joder y tambien con el trabajo aye no” you shook you head and Fran laughed “aye pobrecita La Niña” you rolled your eyes playfully

“Y tu?” You asked “todo esta bien, sigo en el theatro y el trabajo me va bien” he said and you nodded “Que bueno” you smiled “pero te extrañe mas que nada” he admitted and you smiled “yo tambien Fran” he smiled wrapping an arm around you pulling you close planting a kiss on the side of your head just like when you two were younger making you giggle

“Recuerdas cuando tu hermano te grito bien feo que le di en la cabeza con uno de los libros de la escuela” you both laughed at the memory “si, aye tu siempre me defendias” you smiled at him and he nodded “pues claro como no defender a mi princessa” he smiled at you. That night you both talked for hours and hours about the memories you both had and you tried to hold onto it all never wanting it to end because you thought that after that he would go back to no contact all over again

But the next morning walking downstairs you were surprised to see him and your brother on the couch with plates of breakfast you were sure your mother made them “buenas boluda” your brother said and you nodded over at him “hola nena” Fran smiled at you “hola” you grinned sitting beside him he wrapped an arm around pulling your legs over his just like before

You smiled and your brother gave you both a look but then turned back to the TV “aye buenos dias mija quieres un plato?” Your mom asked and you nodded “por favor mami” she nodded walking into the kitchen, it felt like old times really.

Since then Fran didn’t stop coming over, he came almost everyday even if only for a little bit and he was constantly hanging out with you, inviting you to outings with him and your brother, or doing things together.

And both of your parents took note of it, how attentive Fran was to you how he took care of you, did anything for you “se van a casar lo tengo por seguro” your mother said

Fran then started bringing you little gifts and treats even flowers and you both became closer than before if that was even possible, he had already been told by your parents that they’d love for you to be with someone like him and his mother and father entertained the idea as well

He however deeply cared about how your brother felt about it, he knew secretly how protective he was of you and if anything were to happen to you he’d lose it completely but on one night when your brother was drunk out of his mind he said what he really thought

Your brother threw an arm over Fran as he was tipping over until Fran wrapped an arm around him laughing “oye oye escucha me mira mira, guey yo veo como vez a mi hermana eh” his words slurred and he tipped over occasionally and as Fran was about to protest your brother interrupted “no no escucha pelotudo mira” Fran was quiet now waiting for what your brother had to say “si ella va tener novio quiero que sea contigo” Fran looked at your brother like he had grown two heads

“O sea yo mismo vi como la cuidas, desde que eramos niños la cuidabas con tu vida guey y tampoco soy pendejo yo veo como la miras” your brother said giggling drunkenly and Fran rolled his eyes a playful smile on his lips “bueno bueno, si me gusta tu hermana siempre me a gustado ” Fran chuckled “pero si le haces daño te rompo los huevos” your brother said and Fran nodded “yo nunca le haria daño a esa princessa” Fran said and your brother nodded

The following week Fran had built up enough courage to ask you out, his hands were sweating and his belly was full of nerves “Fran, hola” you gave him a hug letting him in “mi hermano esta en su cuarto” you said letting him know but instead he moved to sit by you on the couch and you looked at him, he finally had asked you and you of course accepted

You had gotten ready and you knew it was a simple date but you still put effort in what you wore, you had walked downstairs to find him with pink and white hued roses in his arms for you and you smiled looking at them “gracias, son hermosas” you smiled “dame mija te los pongo en agua” your mom took a hold of the roses and you thanked her

“Lista?” He asked and you nodded, he had been a gentleman the whole time opening the doors for you and he took you to your favorite restaurant and made sure you ordered whatever you liked and wanted, most first dates are awkward or not as enjoyable but knowing Fran your whole life it was fun and enjoyable as you two couldn’t stop laughing the whole time

He then took you to get your favorite ice cream and you both took a walk at a park that was beautiful, “quieres saber algo” he said and you turned your head to look at him “que?” You asked and he sighed “que te amo” he said and you nodded “ yo tambien te amo” you said and he stopped in his tracks “no nena, te amo, te amo y no como un amigo o hermano” he said and you were a bit surprised

“De verdad?” You asked and he nodded but your first move was to grab his face and kiss him, fran at first was surprised not kissing back but after a few seconds his lips moved against yours his hands moving to hold your face “yo tambien te amo, y no como amiga ni hermana” you giggled and he smiled kissing you once again

“Siempre ha sido tu, eres la amor de mi vida” he said smiling and you smiled “y tu el mio” you said running your fingers through his hair. That night you went home as his girlfriend and him as your boyfriend

A/n: since in my last poll almost everyone chose the fic with enzo over Fran’s I decided to do a one shot instead for Fran’s prompt but might still make this a longer fic when I’m done with kuku and Enzo’s :)

Hope you all enjoy and likes,comments, and reblogs are appreciated but if you don’t want to no worries my loves as long as you guys enjoy the read <3333

(Also yk I had to tag my lovely @madame-fear )

#lsdln cast #fanfic #francisco romero #esteban kukuriczka #matias recalt #enzo vogrincic #juani caruso #francisco romero x reader

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thehighpriestess1 · 2 years

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August

Summary: In the hindsight you should have known it was too good to be true, he was too good for you. You clung onto your pride while he clung onto the memories, so who is the one to blame for this beautiful tragedy his greed or your pride?

I wish I could promise you that this is a love story where a boy meets a girl and they live happily ever after but we must not promise what we can't deliver..

Pairing : Gojo Satoru x Y/N, Gojo x Utahime

Genre : Angst

Status : Finished

Taglist : closed.

Part 1 ✨ Part 2 ✨ Part 3 ✨ Part 4 ✨ Part 5 ✨ Part 6 ✨ Part 7 ✨ Part 8 ✨ Part 9 ✨ Part 10 ✨ Part 11 ✨Part 12 ✨ Part 13 ✨ Part 14 ( fin) ✨Epilogue

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takusan-no-ai · 6 months

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Felidae

PAIRING: Kitana x Male Reader (Romantic) (Fluff)

SUMMARY: Kitana’s boyfriend is a species from Outworld that she’s never seen before.

She first met you in your human form at one of her family’s celebrations. You were a handsome young man, sitting alone at a bar in the far corner. She was just walking by with her sister, Mileena, and their guard, Tanya, when an attacker jumped out from nowhere. He was infected by Tarkat and on a blind rage.

One second she was reaching for her fans, and in the next Katana and Mileena were pushed far back onto the ground by an invisible force. As for the man infected with Tarkat? He hung up nigh high, his guts splattered onto the ground and his corpse dropping down shortly after, a soft thud from the light force.

What stood before the two sisters and Tanya was a gigantic, fluffy feline. It stood on its hind legs and retracted its razor sharp claws. The cat transformed back into a human with the blink of an eye, showing himself to be the man who was just moments ago sitting at the bar. That was the start of an interesting relationship.

Sindel wanted to thank you in person with a celebration for protecting her daughters and stopping a potential Tarkat epidemic. She was shocked when you declined the offer and proceeded to keep an eye on you. Of course, Sindel wasn’t the only one who saw potential in you; Kitana did as well.

A game of cat and mouse, her chasing you to get a better understanding of your abilities and you running away, preferring a more independent and reclusive life. It’s not like you didn’t want to be near her, your nature as a male feline just tended to override your own feelings. Of course, nothing like that has ever nor will ever stop a woman like Kitana.

When she finally cornered you, it was like being in the crowd of reporters asking question after question. You answered her, often invasive, questions calmly but arguably not happily.

“I’m an ancient and far away race of Outworlder called the Felidae. I’ve ran away from my village since our leader went mad. Our population was growing too rapidly and so a law was enforced to neuter any males and spay any females who weren’t beneficial to society. I had gotten into a fight one night with my neighbor, a violent one, and was sent to be neutered. I escaped that very night to avoid such a fate.”

“Umm…okay. I was not expecting that backstory…,” Kitana didn’t mean to sound rude but it was all she could really reply with. She eventually convinced you to live within the empire and work alongside her mother, since they both saw you as a capable and dependable ally. Naturally, you spent most of your time with Kitana, and your relationship developed into something more intimate and personal.

You opened up to Kitana about your concerns with your species and hers: worries that your fathering skills will be nonexistent thanks to your nature as a male Felidae, worries that you might sleep around when in heat, worries that you may wonder farther than you ought to.

She comforts you throughout all of this, reminding you that the love you two share is a bond that not even the elder gods can break. She’d die for you, and she knows that you’d do the same.

- Fin

#headcanon #male reader #mortal kombat x reader #kitana x reader #kitana

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supernaturalgirl20 · 2 years

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Cardan x Reader request: Reader is from a high status family and is arranged to marry Cardan - both Cardan and Reader hate eachother. High sexual tension with a possible slutty ballroom scene???

A Twisted Kinda Love

Pairings: Cardan Greenbrier x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, PinV sex, oral (female receiving),cursing, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, jealousy, a lot of sexual tension.

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

This wasn’t happening.

It couldn’t be. There was no way your father - who treated you better than any son he might have had - had agreed to this. Your body shook as a rage slowly spread its way through your veins. “You can’t be serious about this? Father, daddy, you know how I feel about them. About him. And now, what? I’m expected to marry him? Never. I won’t do it.”

Your father, who was currently seated at the head of the table sighed deeply, his shoulders slumped, his chin resting in the palm of his hand. “I’m afraid you don’t have a choice. Y/N, you know I love you dearly and if there were any other way I would take it, but there isn’t.”

“Ugh!,” you shout as you stand, pushing back the chair and storming over towards your father. “This isn’t fair. I always thought I’d have the opportunity to marry for love, not political gain.”

With a roll of her eyes, your mother finally spoke up. “Oh enough of this Y/N. You should count your blessings that the Greenbriar family has agreed to this union. You will be Queen one day. Ruling the entire kingdom of elfhame.”

“A title I do not want. I would quite happily live my days on a pig farm mucking up shit for a living.”

“Watch your language, you ungrateful little…”

“Enough!” Your father shouts as he stands abruptly, his gaze flickering between you and your mother. “You will marry Cardan. You will become Queen and you will fulfil your duty and give him an heir.”

“Fine.” You bark angrily through gritted teeth. But like hell I’m making this easy.

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The following day you’d spent your time out in the training grounds, letting out some of that pent up anger from last night. You take a deep breath in and exhale as you swing your sword, feet moving in synchronisation as if you’d been doing this all your life.

There’s a shift in the air and you turn quickly, blade pointed to the neck of your intruder. “Nice to see you too, future Mrs Greenbrier.” Cardan jeers as he looms over you, lips curving into a smile and his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Your eyes trail over his form, taking in his tall stature and slightly disheveled hair. His features are accentuated by the outfit he's wearing. Black leather slacks that hug his thighs perfectly and allow his tail freedom to move, paired with a white shirt that cuts into a V exposing his chest. The black jacket he wears has flecks of silver running through its seams. His fingers - which are currently running along the length of your blade - are adorned with silver rings.

He’s quite handsome, you think as you finally meet his gaze. Not that you would ever acknowledge it publicly. You’d rather die first. “Don’t call me that,” you growl as you pull the blade away from his touch. “What are you doing here, anyway?”

Standing mere inches apart you can feel the heat of his gaze and sure enough, when you look up at him his eyes are roaming the length of your figure. “Believe me,” he says, his eyes finally meeting yours once again, “I’d rather be anywhere else, but unfortunately my brother thinks we should spend some quality time together. So, here I am. And now I’m leaving.”

With that he turns abruptly and leaves. You are standing watching as he retreats from the grounds and an unexpected anger takes root, urging you to run after him. “What?” You shout, stopping him in his tracks. He doesn’t turn to face you and so you move around him until you are face to face.

A devilish smirk edges its way onto his face, a single eyebrow quirked in amusement. “You must be hard of hearing, I said I’m leaving.”

“Yes I heard you just fine, what I meant was why?”

“Missing me already? I suppose I do have that effect on people, especially humans like you. Your kind seems to always be enamoured by me. It’s flattering really, but I have no time for your kind. I prefer my women of the Fae variety.”

Your nostrils flare and you stomp your foot as you grip the hilt of your sword. “My kind? The only reason you and your family of inbreds have anything is because of my kind. My father has helped you politically and financially and without him and his contributions you’d be nothing.”

Your breathing raggedly, trying to quell your anger and all he does is stand there towering over you. And then he laughs. He fucking laughs. “What are you laughing at?” He stops laughing then but the smile is still spread wide across his face as he begins to circle you. He watches you like a predator does his prey and a shiver runs down your spine as he stands behind you.

His breath is hot on the skin of your neck causing your skin to pimple. His tail wraps around your leg and he slides an arm along your hip and around your waist, pulling you back into him. He leans down to whisper in your ear. “Oh Y/N, I’m going to enjoy being married to you, even if I despise you. Now, look up and smile won’t you.”

His thumb grips your chin, lifting your head to face the window in your father's office. There, gazing down at you both is your father and Cardan's older brother Dain. Through gritted teeth you smile up at them hoping they will turn away.

They don’t. They continue to stare and so you decide to give them a show. Turning around in his arms, you don’t miss the look of shock on his face when you reach up on tip-toe and press your lips against his. God I hate this.

Cardan does nothing at first, too stunned to do anything but then, oh then, he slips his other arm around your waist and moves his lips in sync with yours and he kisses you like a man dying of thirst drinks water. Like you somehow hold all the answers to the questions in the world.

He’s really good at kissing. And you can feel a heat beginning to build and a moan slips out. His tongue runs along your bottom lip and you shudder. The taste of him on your lips is intoxicating. It’s too much.

Pulling away you leave the grounds and rush inside leaving Cardan flustered. You don’t notice but he touches his lips with his fingers as he stares after you.

Turning a corner you lean back against the wall trying to calm your breathing and racing heart. You touch your lips, dazed, the feel of his lips moving against them, his taste, lingers. What was that?

***

“I think this was a mistake,” your father says as he watches you and the Prince of elfhame squabbling. “Nonsense,” Dain mutters as he takes a sip of wine. “They will grow to love each other. If not, at least to tolerate one another at best. Besides, my baby brother needs a woman like Y/N, keep him in check.”

“If you say so.” Dain’s gaze is fixed on you both, a smile spreading as he sees you both kiss. He turns away then with a clap to your fathers shoulder. “See. Nothing to worry about.”

***

The following week you spent the majority of your time avoiding Cardan at all costs. He was a cruel prince and you needed to remember that. Not that his chest was firm beneath your touch, not that you liked the feel of his tail wrapping around your leg or that he tasted of wine and honey.

No. You were definitely not going to remember that.

You wandered into your home library - likely for the last time - and ran your fingers along the edge of the books. So many stories, so many happy memories. Most of course you’ve read at least ten times. “You do realise that we have a library at the palace? No need to look so miserable.”

The book you’d been holding drops out of your hands, startled by the appearance of your betrothed. His tail whips around him, catching the book before it hits the ground, carefully placing it back on the shelf. “What do you want now, Cardan?”

He smiles. That devilish smirk plastered across his face and it takes all your strength to look away. “Someone’s been avoiding me and I don’t like it. Not one bit.”

“Well, darling, you will have years to get used to my coldness. Unless perhaps you’ve decided to marry someone else? Jude perhaps?” The smile falters and is replaced with a wicked scowl. “Don’t. Mention. Her. Name,” he snarls as he stalks towards you, pushing you back against the bookshelf. The air shifts and an unspeakable tension rises as he cages you in with his arms.

His eyes bore into you and you gasp when you feel his hand grip your hip pulling you close. There is a heat in his gaze that has a wetness pooling in your panties and oh gods the feel of his hand on your hip and the smell of him is intoxicating. I think I could get used to this.

His eyes flicker to your mouth briefly and then his lips are on you. Your body is being pulled and then your right against the firmness of his chest. He groans into your mouth and you begin to lose yourself to him once again. What the fuck is happening?

You can feel his hardness against your thigh and that ache only intensifies. No. This can’t be happening. I can’t allow it. Suddenly you're pushing him off you and he stumbles back slightly. “How dare you. Do not touch me again. I despise you and I wish my father hadn’t agreed to this.”

“How dare I? You were very much into that kiss, little human. And you forget, it is I who despises you.” You both stand mere meters apart, chests heaving, sexual tension sizzling between you. Then you’re on him. Lips crashing together, tongues fighting for dominance. “Oh,” you gasp when he lifts you, his arms holding your thighs as he carries you towards the dais.

His mouth devours you. Kisses a path along your neck and across the tops of your breasts. You pull at his shirt, inching it off him when the door to the library swings open. “What are two doing?” Your mother asks as she takes in your disheveled appearances.

Cardan doesn’t move. His body is still very much pinning you down and you try to push him off but he doesn’t budge. “Leave.” He commands, his gaze still set firmly on you.

“How dare you tell me what to do in my own home.” His gaze is fierce as he turns to stare your mother down. “How dare you speak to your Prince like that.” He stands then, his lean frame towering over your mother as she begins to cower. “I should have you imprisoned, it would serve you right. Now leave. I won't ask again.”

She rushes out the door - no doubt on route to inform your father, and when you look up at Cardan he is standing beside you, hand reaching out towards you. “Here, let me help you up.” You rest your hand in his and he gently pulls you up, wrapping an arm around your waist as he holds you.

He stares down at you for a moment, his gaze intense and then without a word he removes his hand and leaves. Leaving you shocked and seriously frustrated. What game is he playing?

***

It’s strange looking at yourself in the mirror all done up for the ball. Your hair is curled dropping over your shoulders in ringlets. The light grey dress fits snuggly on top and flows at the waist. The lace detail travels down the sleeves and stretches to your fingers and you feel like a queen.

Tonight is your engagement ball. Most if not all the kingdom will be in attendance and you haven’t set eyes on your future husband since the incident in the library. Maybe he has changed his mind? The thought of marrying Cardan is less repulsive now than when your father first shared the news. As matter of fact, the thought of being his wife and maybe even queen, excites you.

“Y/N, we are leaving, the carriage is here,” your father shouts from the bottom of the stairs. With one last check in the mirror you take a deep breath and make your way downstairs and out towards the carriage. “You look beautiful, darling.”

“Thank you daddy,” you say with a slight hint of nerves in your tone. Your father clasps your hand in his. “No need to fret. He will think so too.” With a smile and a wink he turns his gaze outwards to the passing trees. Am I that obvious?

***

The room is full of people - some human, mostly Fae - and yet you still haven’t spotted the one person you’ve been looking for. “Well look at you playing dress up.” With a roll of your eyes you turn around to face a sneering Nicasia. “I’m not in the mood for…”

A hand slips around your waist startling you a little. Your eyes flicker to the figure beside you and there he is. Your future husband. Staring at you with eyes full of adoration as he takes you in. The warmth from his hand permeates your skin as his fingers squeeze you slightly. “What was it you were saying Nicasia? That my fiancé is playing dress up?”

“Oh no I….I was just….”

“You were just insulting my future wife. Do I have to remind you of your place?” She cowers under his intense stare and apologises quickly before rushing off into the crowd. His hand runs along the curve of your ass before resting on your lower back. Cardan turns to face you. “Shall we dance?” Words fail you as you take in a shaky breath so you simply nod your head.

The music and the noise from the crowd filters away as you take in your future husband. The outfit he’s wearing fits him snuggly and the colour brings out his eyes. He looks regal. Of course the crown on his head adds to that. He holds you close as you move around the room, all eyes on you. The Prince can move, you think to yourself.

His tail has wound its ways around your leg, the tuft of hair on its end tickling slightly. His eyes trail over your form and a devilish smirk plays across his face. “They are all jealous.”

“Yes yes, of me because I’m with you,” you say sarcastically with a roll of your eyes. “No. They are jealous of me.” He says it so matter of factly that you almost trip over yourself, his arm tightening around you. When the music stops you both just stand there staring at one another.

You release a shaky breath when he reaches out his hand, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers brush gently against your skin and you shiver at the contact. “You look devastatingly beautiful tonight.”

“I…thank…” Then his lips are on yours and it’s soft at first. Two shy lovers embracing for the first time until he runs his tongue along your bottom lip and you have to control the moan that threatens to slip from your mouth. It’s hungry. It’s raw. It’s so full of passion and you both stay like that until your future brother-in-law clears his throat.

“Hmm, sorry,” you say as embarrassment creeps up your neck and settles on your cheeks. “We’re leaving,” Cardan says as he slips his hand in yours and pulls you along behind him out of the ballroom and into the hall. “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere we won’t be disturbed.”

***

His room is huge, not that you get to take much in before he pushes you back against the door, his hand grabbing hold of your leg and lifting it over his waist. His mouth is leaving a trail of wet kisses along the bare skin of your neck, travelling down to the tops of your breasts. Oh, you gasp when he bites the soft flesh, marking it, marking you.

You hear the click of the lock before his hands grab hold of your thighs and lift you towards his bed. “I don’t want to be interrupted this time,” he breathes out, his hands working the dress off your figure to lay in a heap on the floor. “You truly are beautiful.” His mouth is on yours again, devouring you and in this moment you want nothing more but to give him everything. Give him all of you.

He kisses down your body, pulling the buds of your nipples into his mouth, suckling and biting until they pebble from his touch. His mouth moves down over your stomach and straight to your aching cunt. Ooh! You moan as your back arches off the bed, hands finding purchase in his hair. He moves your legs over his shoulders and buries his tongue inside you. Fuck he knows what he’s doing. He alternates between licking and sucking and shoving his tongue inside you that you are a complete and utter mess on the bed below him. Writhing in pleasure. That heat begins to form and you can feel yourself getting closer to that edge and you shout his name as the pleasure from your orgasm consumes you.

“Cardan.”

His tongue licks around his lips as he moves above you completely. You reach up and kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. He pulls back quickly to shed his clothes before his body lays flush against yours. You can feel the tip of him nudging at your entrance but you push him onto his back. He looks up at you in awe as you lower yourself onto his thick length.

Oh! His hands grip your hips as you begin to move above him - hips rocking over him. Sitting up he pulls your nipple into his mouth as he grabs you tight, pushing you down onto him. His tail wraps around you as he fucks up into you.

“Oh Cardan I’m…I’m gonna..”

“That’s it my beautiful little human…come on my cock. Want to feel you soak me.” Fucking hate when he calls me that.

“Fuck oh fuck!”

You shudder in his arms as your cunt clenched around him - his trusts becoming erratic- sending him over the edge. “Where?” He groans into your breasts.

“Inside…please!”

“Ngh! Fuck…”

He comes hard coating your walls with a cry of your name. He brushes hair off your face and captures your lips in a soft kiss before laying back - pulling you with him. His soft cock slips out of you and you nestle into his side.

“That was amazing,” you breathe out as you run your fingers along his sculpted chest. “I aim to please.” You hit his chest playfully and he laughs before grabbing your chin gently, turning your lips towards him. The kiss is soft and you think - not for the first time - that you could live the rest of your life like this. “Oh, I almost forgot,” he says as he sits up and reaches over to something behind you. “This,” he says as he opens a small box, “is for you.”

You gasp at the sight of a beautiful ring sitting inside the velvet box. It’s copper looking with intricate designs twisting around the band in the shape of moons and stars and a beautiful diamond sits in the middle. “Cardan, it’s beautiful. I…”

“It just reminded me of you and I saw it I thought, this is your ring. Do you like it?”

“Cardan, I love it,” you say through tears as he slips the ring onto your finger. “I guess this is actually happening.”

“Oh it’s happening. And I’m going to despise you for the rest of our lives.” He kisses you again. “I despise you too.”

“Hmm,” he says with a wicked smile, his eyes slowly closing. He pulls you close, his arm and tail wrapping around you, then he drifts off to sleep. You stare at the ring now sitting on your finger and smile as you snuggle into him. “I love you,” you whisper into the night. He says nothing - you assumed he wouldn’t, being asleep - just squeezes you tight and then you let sleep consume you.

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