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Kitsune AU! Switch and Simp Gojo

!!Warning!! SMUT!!! Switch Gojo (mostly being bottom), simp Gojo, fluff, angst (a little). I think that's it.

Happy reading!!!

“Whoaaaa…. Amazing!!!” I looked at the scene in front of me with awe. We are in front of an entrance to a small village named, Kitsunebi. Just like the name implied, it is a village that worships Tenko (Celestial Fox).

The entrance to the village is stone steps with torii gates on every step. “Mama, Papa. Will I get to meet Tenko-sama?” My five years old brain asked my parents.

“Well, if Tenko-sama likes you, it might?”

“Really?!” My eyes sparkled. “What should I do so Tenko-sama will like me?”

“Hmmm… be a good girl and climb the steps carefully. We can’t dirty the steps.” Papa smiled.

“Okay, I will climb the steps carefully.” I nodded excitedly and began to climb the stone steps. In my hand, there is a fox plushie which I named Konnosuke. Slowly and carefully, I climb the steps step by step while admiring the torii gates. The last Torii gate is the biggest and most impressive I have ever seen. There are words carved on the base of the Torii gate using molten gold. “Awesome…” My small mind couldn’t think of anything else except awesome and beautiful.

We are going to stay in this village for 2 weeks. Mama and Papa are invited to stay here, they said. I heard not anybody can just stay in this village, they have to be invited by the villagers themselves. How? I don’t know. My mind is more occupied with what should I do so that I will meet Tenko-sama.

Because Tenko-sama has nine fluffy tails. I want to mofu-mofu with them, sleep with them and play with them. It’s my biggest dream ever. We are greeted by the mask-wearing villagers. All of the villagers are required to wear wooden kitsune masks, it’s either full-face or half-face. But we as visitors from outside are not required to wear one. “Ojii-san, can I wear one too? The kitsune mask?” I asked the ojii-san who was welcoming us.

“Ah, Fuu, don’t be so rude.” Mama tried to pull me back but the Ojii-san held out his hand to stop her. He then bends down to my level.

“Do you want to wear one?”

“Yes. It’s so pretty. I wonder if I can meet Tenko-sama after wearing one? He might mistake me for a fox and show up.” I blabbered my secret plan to Ojii-san. He and the other welcoming villagers are giggling warmly at my (silly) plan.

“I will have your mask ready in a few days,” Ojii-san said kindly.

“Thank you, Ojii-san.” We were guided to our temporary abode. It was just a simple traditional Japanese house. While Mama and Papa are unpacking, I go out to play. I just wandered around the village, waving at the villagers and got free snacks. I met kids around my age and we started playing together. Just the usual hide and seek or any available children's games. I think living here will be so much fun.

It's been a few days since we have been staying in Kitsunebi Village. Every day is nothing but fun. The moment I woke up, fluffy small animals like rabbits, squirrels and kits that had taken a liking to me for some reason were already surrounding me with their soft fur.

They woke up when I woke up, “Good morning.” I greeted the small animals sleepily. Still wearing a jinbei (Japanese traditional sleepwear) I slide open the door connected to the garden to revel in the fresh morning air.

The small animals are crawling on my body while also mimicking me breathing fresh air until I feel a sweet-smelling fragrance waft to my nose. It’s like the smell of wisteria flowers. The small animals twitch their ears and bodies and suddenly rush out. “Ah, wait.” I climbed down from the terrace, following the small animals to the woods.

I follow them crawling to bushes while forgetting the fact I am not wearing shoes. I was scratched a little by bushes and dirtied by mud. “…Beautiful…” I arrived at a breathtaking scene. A majestic otherworldly pure snow-white furred fox is sitting in the clearing. The majestic fox has nine tails blooming magnificently, they seem to change colour to white purplish every time they sway.

“Tenko…-sama…?” I muttered as I walked closer. Tenko-sama seemed not to mind me, so I walked closer and closer. My little mind was excited to touch the tails, but… a small gasp escaped my lips as I saw a red patch on the soil. “You are hurt!” I looked at Tenko-sama with teary eyes. Its front leg was adorned with a red line.

My small mind panicked how to cure Tenko-sama’s wound. Instead of doing anything, I just cried on the spot, as if I was the one who hurt instead. The small animals who led me here began to crowd around me again, trying to calm me down. But to no avail, I was still crying about how to cure Tenko-sama.

Then a soft fluffy something pats my cheek. Tenko-sama is using one of his majestic beautiful tails to dry my tears away. I was so stunned that I stopped crying. ‘It’s so soft and fluffy.’

Tenko-sama then changes into a small kit with only one tail. “Let’s have Papa and Mama heal your wounds.” I hiccupped and wiped my tears. I cradle the now small Tenko-sama into my arms and the small animals are leading me back to my temporary abode. When I came back, Mama and Papa and the whole villagers were searching for the missing me.

Mama rushed to my side the moment she saw me, crying while scolding me. I who had calmed down started crying again. After that, I told them I found Ten…no, a small kit hurting in the woods’ clearing and brought it home, asking for them to tend to its wound. The villagers look at each other and tell me I should be the one to nurse it to health since a kit is very wary of strangers.

So, with the guidance of the villagers, I tended to Tenko-sama’s wound and bandaged it with a cute bow. It’s my lifetime accomplishment, you know. I have been trying to make the prettiest bow for Tenko-sama. Since my unsupervised outing, I was grounded as a punishment by Papa and Mama. So, I spend my time talking to Tenko-sama instead. Tenko-sama nipped my hand when I was going to tell them about it which means it doesn’t want to let other people know. Being the good kid I am, of course I kept it a secret.

Aide from having the prettiest white fur that somehow changes to a lilac colour, its eyes are also the most most most fascinating. The colour is like a sparkling sky, a clear sky with visible stars. Tenko-sama lets me mofu-mofu with its tails. I have my nap and sleep on those tails. They are warm and safe. Tenko-sama is protecting me.

But the good thing didn’t last long, Tenko-sama’s leg had healed and it had to go back to its house. “*hic**hic* I don’t want to.” I refused to part with Tenko-sama. I want to stay together forever. I used all my might to wrap my short hands around the big fox. “Why can’t Tenko-sama stay with me?” I mumbled.

Tenko-sama looks at me with a difficult expression and has its tails comfort me. “I still don’t want to let you go.” I pouted, I knew Tenko-sama would coax me for a while and then disappeared.

“…” Tenko-sama is troubled now and I feel a little guilty. Because I somehow can read its expression.

“I…I can let you go, but you have to promise me one thing.” I said seriously. Tenko-sama exhales a soft sigh and dries my tears with its tails again. “After…After I become bigger, I will take you as my bride. So, you have to be prepared when the time comes.” My nose flared as I looked at it seriously,

“…” Tenko-sama is dumbfounded. I can see it from the way its tails freeze their movement.

“So that you won’t run away, I am going to seal the deal now.” With newfound resolution and determination coursing my small stature, I stand on my tiptoe and press a wedding kiss on its mouth. I think Tenko-sama’s soul just came out from its body.

“Now we have done the wedding kiss. This means Tenko-sama is my bride now. Because I am still too small to take care of you, I am going to let you live in your maiden home for now. When I get older and bigger, I will come and take you away from your maiden house.” I said.

“…” Tenko-sama’s soul hasn’t come back yet.

“Good night, Tenko-sa, ah. No, you are not Tenko-sama anymore. Good night, my bride.” I kissed its snout as a good night kiss and slipped into my futon.

“…” The dumbfounded Tenko-sama finally came back to reality, *poof* The big majestic fox transformed into a human shape, but still retained his fox tails and ears. A furious blush spread across his pale cheeks. “This brat…” He grumbled.

He, the most worshipped Tenko-sama, Gojo Satoru, blushed because of a brat’s courting?! If his friends heard this, he would be teased to death. He should be used to being courted. He is always being courted by a lot of goddesses back in God’s realm. But none of them can even arouse any sort of feeling out of him. And when he mocked back in amusement, those little goddesses who are still wet behind their ears will blush and maybe he even ruined their panties with just a few words that are not even explicit enough. Truly, the most he will say to them was, “Oh, so you wish to fuck me?” And that’s it.

But this little girl… showed him a genuine affection. Not sure if it’s a romantic affection, but it’s genuine nonetheless, something that his suitors lack. Maybe that’s why he was caught off guard. He rarely felt genuine affection after all. The most genuine affection he ever received was from his family and that’s it. Though he has a genuine friendship with few people.

Satoru looks at the sleeping little girl. “I am the bride now, heh…” He mused while having his tails to be hugged by her. “Well, being your bride might not be so bad.” He smiled lightly. Well, if he can enjoy her genuine affection, he might not mind much. It’s far better than having to face those annoying gods and goddesses anyway. “You should become a groom worthy of me then, Fuu.”

“Satoru~~~” His best friend called. Satoru looks at his best friend who wears a black kariginu with gold lining which is opposite of his white kariginu with blue lining.

“It’s you, Suguru.” Satoru glanced at the sleeping girl, making sure she wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon and then walked to his best friend.

“You were playing with a human?” Suguru tilted his head. How rare, his best friend was not someone who liked to mingle with creatures beneath him. One of the many reasons that he was hated in God Realm. There was also how his face attracted a lot of goddesses causing their suitors to loathe him instead of their own incompetence.

“Nothing,” Satoru said dryly.

“Let me see.” Suguru tried to peek because he was pretty secretive about it.

“Suguru.” Satoru hissed. “She is mine.” He glowered.

“…” Suguru blinked before he broke into laughter. “Okay, I won’t peek.” He held his hands in surrender. If Satoru is this possessive of her then she must be something special. He just hopes that this is not a fleeting attachment. His best friend has a penchant for being bored easily. But… somehow… Suguru has a feeling that it won’t be the case. Well, as his best friend, he will support him through heaven and hell. ~”~

Tenko-sama is gone next morning. But I am not sad. I already made a promise to my bride that I would come to pick him up when I got older. I just need to study and learn more so I can be a reliable groom. And, I won’t be picky anymore. I need to eat my veggies so I can grow up healthy.

“Oh…” Next to my futon, I found a mask. A very beautiful half-face fox mask. There are two blue tassels on each ear. “Is this a dowry from Tenko-sama?” I excitedly put on the mask and showed it off to my parents. Though Mama was worried that I stole it, I denied it and said it was a dow-ahem, it was a gift from the small kit I rescued.

“How do I look?” I asked my parents.

“Very cute.” Mama laughed.

“You look like a real fox now.” Papa nodded.

“Hehehe…” I giggled giddily. ‘I have to take care of his dowry.’ Another task needs to be added to my list. Being a groom sure is not easy.

Soon, it’s time for me to go back to the city. I am sad to leave this village. This village is nice, everyone is nice and this is also where my bride is living. Even though I promised to pick him up when I got older, I still feel very sad. ‘Will my bride send me off? Usually, a bride will send his groom off, right? I mean, Mama sent Papa off every morning with a kiss.’ Disappointment fills my chest as I find my bride is not going to send me off.

“What’s wrong, Fuu?” Mama asked.

“…no, it’s nothing…” I shook my head. I furiously wipe my eyes so the tears won’t fall down. Then suddenly, I feel something brush my legs, I look down and see the familiar small white kit. “Ten…” I stopped myself from exclaiming. But I quickly picked it up. “You are sending me off!” I giggled excitedly.

Tenko-sama wriggled its legs, indicating that it wanted to come closer, so I did. Tenko-sama then nip my nose. My eyes twinkle with happiness. “Thank you for sending me off, my bride,” I whispered to its ears and gave a kiss to its snout.

“Let’s go, Fuu.” Papa called.

“Yes~” I answered.

“I will come and pick you up when I am older. It’s a promise.” I whispered our secret promise again. ~”~

~Few years later~

“…Auntie…Uncle… I will be fine…. Can you please let me have some time with Papa and Mama?”

“Okay, we will wait for you over there…” Auntie and Uncle nodded.

“Mama, can I stay with Fuu?” Yae, my cousin looked at her mother.

“…okay, Yae, please take care of Fuu-chan, okay? Mama and Papa will wait over there.” Auntie said to Yae.

“Okay.” Yae gripped my hand tightly. And then Auntie and Uncle stay a little far away from us. far enough not to hear what I am going to say but still near enough to watch us.

“Fuu…” Yae sniffled.

“Don’t worry.” I smiled. “Just going to talk to Mama and Papa about something.” Right now, I am standing in front of the graves of the Mutsuki family, my family. Papa and Mama died in a car crash a month ago. It was caused by a drunk driver. But only I miraculously survived. But due to shock, I was in a coma for a whole month. Auntie and Uncle, who are Yae’s Mama and Papa arranged the funeral for my Papa and Mama which I am forever grateful for. Though, it’s sad that I can’t send them off myself.

“Mama, Papa. I am sorry that I couldn’t send you off. And I think I will stay here in this world a little longer. I made a promise to Tenko-sama that I would come and pick him up as my bride when I got older. Maybe that’s why I survived.” I smiled a little. “We even had our wedding kiss already. But… but… if Tenko-sama doesn’t want me anymore… *sniff*”

“Why Tenko-sama won’t want you anymore, Fuu? Isn’t he your bride? Shouldn’t a groom and a bride get through thick and thin together? Why won’t Tenko-sama want you anymore?” Yae sniffled.

“That’s because… I am now an orphan.” I wiped her tears. “I heard that a bride doesn’t like an orphaned groom. So, Tenko-sama might not want me anymore…”

“What will you do if Tenko-sama doesn’t want you anymore? Will you go away like Auntie and Uncle?” Yae is now full-blown crying.

“I…don’t know…I think…maybe…” ‘It’s better for me to go where Papa and Mama are.’

Auntie and Uncle came over in panic when they heard Yae's cries. When asked why, Yae just said that Tenko-sama would throw me away, which in turn caused a chain reaction of me crying. ~”~

A few years after the whole fiasco of being taken as a bride by a little human. As usual, Gojo Satoru is lounging around in his house, bored to death. He gave a little blessing to that little groom of his so she wouldn’t be sick easily. That blessing should last enough for 10 years. After the blessing has vanished, it means it’s time to see his little groom to see if she has become a worthy groom of him.

By the way, Suguru and Shoko somehow found out about him being taken as a bride by a little girl and he has to suffer even now. Curse him and his big mouth. They have been pestering him to let them see which cute groom managed to give him a wedding kiss, but Satoru refused. Since he was promised to be picked up by his later older and more capable groom, he will wait in his house like a little obedient bride.

Until… his blessing vanished suddenly… Satoru stands up a little too quickly, startling his friends who were coming to play. “Satoru?” Suguru blinked at his best friend's unnatural movement.

“The blessing vanished…” Satoru looked at Suguru with wide eyes.

“Blessing? Oh, the one you give to-“

“I gotta go,” Satoru muttered under his breath.

“Wait! Where are you-“ But Satoru has vanished.

His blessing couldn’t have vanished suddenly. It only meant one thing, the blessing was used up. For the first time in his life, he feels fear. He knew where his little groom was, the blessing was also sort of a tracker for him. So, he teleported to the last place where the blessing was. And all he saw was the aftermath of the car crash accident. He panicked, where is Fuu? Where is his Fuu? His pupils turned to slits as a low growl escaped his throat.

“Tenko…-sama…”

It’s his Fuu’s voice. Satoru snaps back to reality and tracks following where the wind carried his groom’s voice. He finally found her in a hospital room being hooked up with some machine to monitor her heartbeat. Safe…his Fuu is safe…

Satoru exhales a relieved sigh. “I was so worried…” He mumbled, long fingers tucked her hair behind her ears. She looks a little older now, well, 5 years have passed. She should be 10 years old now. The blessing was used up to save her from life-threatening danger. Really, the blessing he gave out on a whim saved her life. Satoru takes her small hand in his and presses a kiss on her knuckle, giving her another blessing.

Satoru feels her hand twitch a little but no other reaction than that. “You will be fine…. I am here to protect you now.” He watched as Fuu slept.

Fuu didn’t wake up for a month. Satoru keeps visiting her without anyone knowing of course, including his family and friends. And when he saw her awakened, the first thing she did was visit her family which she missed the funeral. And then he heard about how he would abandon her just because she is now an orphan.

Absolutely not. He is not that cold-blooded, especially to his groom. This can’t do… This absolutely can’t do. He can’t let those tears stream down her face. No no no. That is absolutely not allowed, unforgivable even. So, Satoru made up his mind. He will now take care of his groom. No one is allowed to make her cry.

“Wait for me, my cute groom. I am going to be the best bride ever for you.” So, Satoru went back to his house and brought along a lot of books. Now now, this is where it gets weird. Gojo Satoru and books and study are never in one sentence.

“How was she?” Suguru asked. He has an inkling where his best friend went.

“She’s alright,” Satoru answered as he flipped open one of the many books he brought with him.

“What are you doing?” Suguru blinked owlishly at his friend. His best friend, Gojo Satoru is reading books???? Is the sun going to rise from the west tomorrow? Actually, it’s even easier to command the sun to rise from the west.

Suguru eyes are looking at the piles of books. “How to be a wonderful cook, easy tips to clean house, easy tips on doing laundry, the way of love is through the stomach, how to be a good housewife…” The more he reads the books’ titles the more he gets getting weird feeling. “…How to please your husband in marriage and bed…” Suguru blanked for a second.

“Wait! Satoru!” He whipped his head so fast, it’s a miracle that it’s still intact. “What are you doing?!”

“What do you mean what am I doing? Obviously reading.” Satoru rolled his eyes at his best friend's exaggeration.

“Why are you reading these kind of books?” Suguru gestured to the books which in all honesty the bottom pile of them must be more ridiculous.

“It’s for my bridal training of course.” Satoru answered nonchalantly as if it was the most obvious answer to his question.

Suguru thinks his eardrums just busted and bleeding, while Shoko who was playing with Satoru’s sunglasses… well what do we have now? The sunglasses crack suddenly. ~”~

After my parents passed away, I stayed with my uncle and auntie and Yae. I still haven’t given up my promise of picking up Tenko-sama. But first, I need to finish high school first, and then only after that I can go to pick up my bride. “Only 2 more years. Wait for me, Tenko-sama.” I muttered as I looked at the calendar. I already know what date I am going to pick him up is, it’s the date when we have our wedding kiss back then.

‘My sole wish is now… I hope Tenko-sama still remember me…’ I smiled sadly. The mask he gave me is still safe. I put it in a beautiful wooden box and clean it regularly. It’s my only most precious item now. The only evidence is that I met Tenko-sama and that wasn’t a dream. Might be because I am getting older and knowing much more, I learnt that no one ever saw Tenko-sama or god’s related matters. I was afraid that was all a dream, that the promise that was keeping me alive right now was all an illusion.

“Fuu, are you ready?”

“I’m coming,” I replied to Yae.

The two of us are now in our second year of high school and the first day of the new school term. The homeroom starts with an introduction as usual, even though most of us have known each other, just a formality. Well, my seat is beside Yae, we are known as inseparable cousins.

Yae is pretty and elegant and graceful, like Yamato Nadeshiko. I suspect that she is truly the reincarnation of Yamato Nadeshiko. I think I should ask Tenko-sama for another god to take Yae as a bride, or maybe Yae take the god as the bride. Hmm… decision…decision…

“…I am not going to be a God’s bride.” Yae flicked my forehead.

“I didn’t say anything.” I pouted.

“But you are thinking about it.”

“How can you know?” I looked at her wide-eyed.

“I can see it from your face.” Yae rolled her eyes. “Besides, I don’t think God want a human bride. Humans are in lower status.”

“…Oh…” My excited face deflated. ‘It makes sense…’

“But your Tenko-sama might be different,” Yae spoke up again. “I mean, he showed himself to you, let you play with his tails and slept on them, right?”

“…Yeah… but… it might do so because I was just a small silly child.” The older I get, the more afraid I become. Unlike a child that can just say what they want, growing up means, I need to consider a lot of things. And, if Tenko-sama doesn’t want me anymore…

“Let’s go, we are going to eat sweets now.” Yae grabbed my hand.

“Eh? We just ate yesterday. I thought it’s once a week?” I blinked.

“It’s because you look like you are going to cry,” Yae grumbled.

“Oh…” A smile adorned my lips. “Thank you, Yae. I am alright. Even if Tenko-sama doesn’t want me anymore, I won’t go anywhere.”

“Hmph! If that bride of yours doesn’t want you anymore. I am going to sock him in his face. Who cares if he is a Tenko-sama. No one mess with my dearest cousin.” Yae grumbled. The more she grumbles the angrier she becomes, but I am happy.

“Then, today let’s try that new cheesecake-bwah!” I crashed into Yae’s back. “Yae, what’s wrong?” I looked at her. Her face is that one of a daze, dreamy. “Eh?” I blinked. ‘Yae is in a daze. Who is powerful enough to-‘

“Ya-Yae!?” I forgot that we are still holding hands. Yae, even though she looks like this, she is stronger than she looks. See, she is dragging me with her hand.

“I want to take you as my bride,” Yae told the black-haired boy who had his hair in a bun and bang style, who was also wearing our school uniform.

“…????” I tilted my head to the side for a bit. “Ya-Yae???!!!!”

“Me?” The bang guy smiled delightfully as if he just found a treasure. “I would be delighted to.”

“…he accepted.” I blinked. “Congrats…?”

“Suguru, what are you do…ing…?”

“Ah…” I looked at the newcomer. We lock eyes and then it’s as if the time stopped or in slow motion, I don’t know. All I know is I am running to the newcomer. I have never met him, but I know him. Because I have been waiting for this moment for so long. It’s already 12 years. Even though it’s a little early, that is not a problem, right? After my parents’ death, my only lifeline is meeting you again. I wonder if you still remember me? the silly little girl that said wanted to take you as her bride.

My arms wrap around his torso. “I come to pick you up, my bride.” I smiled.

“…”

“…Oh…” I slowly undid my hand and backed away. ‘Ah… I see… I guess so…’ In an instant, I feel as if the weight of the world is crushing me down.

“…Sorry, I mistook you for some…*sob*” I swallowed the choked cry. A hand comes up to cup my face and wipes the tears away. The boy in front of me suddenly leans in and touches my lips with his. I was so stunned that I stopped crying instantly. He doesn’t just stop there, the boy swipes my bottom lip with his tongue and gently prying it open. “…nhh…” My small moan was swallowed and a familiar sweet smell of wisteria flower wafted to my nose.

His tongue which is not satisfied to only explore, is coaxing mine to play with and then drinking all the accumulated spit. When he pulled back, I almost collapsed on the ground if not being supported by his strong hands. My head is dizzy and aching a little because of the lack of oxygen. My eyes are also blurry.

“You finally came to pick me up, my groom.” A beautiful smile bloomed on his soft face.

“…Tenko-sama…” I breathed out.

“I am your bride, Fuu.”

“Oh…Really? You are not lying?” The stopped tears are threatening to fall down again.

“I am not lying.” He pulled me into his safe embrace. Warm, just like what I remembered. “You are not allowed to cry. Especially when meeting me, Fuu.”

“Because…” I hiccupped.

“Sssh, pretty girl. I only want you to cry when we are playing on the bed. And it has to be because of too much pleasure.” He whispered.

“…Tenko-sama is-“

“It’s Satoru. Gojo Satoru, your one and only bride, Gojo Satoru.”

“You are a pervert, Satoru.” The name that I have never known nor said, rolled off my tongue so naturally.

“It’s said that a bride has to be a little lewd to please his groom.” He grinned.

“Who said that?”

“My bridal training teacher,” Satoru answered.

“Fuu,” Yae called.

“Ah.” I forgot we are still in public. I quickly straightened my back, but Satoru refused to part from me. He just put his chin on top of my head.

“Fuu, this is my bride. Let me introduce my bride to you, Geto Suguru.” Yae smiled beautifully at me. Her hand is gripping her bride’s hand.

“Suguru, you are a bride too.” Satoru cackled.

“I don’t mind being her bride.” The bang guy, Suguru chuckled lightly. “Besides, I have also attended enough bridal training classes of yours.” He nodded to himself.

“Then, Suguru is also…”

“Yep. He is a Tenko too, Black Tenko.” Satoru affirmed.

“Nice to meet you, my beautiful groom. I am Geto Suguru, pleased to be your bride.” Suguru lifted up their still intertwined hand and placed a kiss on Yae’s knuckle.

“Oh…” Blush dusted Yae’s cheeks. “I am Kurogane Yae, Fuu’s cousin. Nice to meet you, my bride.” Yae grinned.

“…” I truly couldn’t comprehend what happened in front of me right now.

“Must be running in the blood.” I heard Satoru mutter and looked up. “Why are you looking so surprised? This is how you propose to me too, Fuu. You even gave me a wedding kiss to make sure I won’t run away.” Satoru smiled.

To be honest, I didn’t know it was that weird and embarrassing at the same time. “But I am glad that you did,” Satoru said.

“Really?”

“Yep, really. Fuu is just too cute. You must be protected at all costs. Throughout heaven and earth, you are my one and only honoured groom. Won’t let other people have you.” Satoru smiled. “And I am your one and only little cute obedient bride.” He added cheekily.

I blink at his cute display and giggle, “Yeah, you are my cute bride.” I smiled widely.

“…” *poof* Satoru.exe crashed.

“Ah, he crashed,” Suguru commented from the side.

“So, Fuu. Should I seal it with a kiss too? I wouldn’t want other people to snatch my bride away.” Yae smiled.

“Does that actually work?” I looked at Satoru. To be honest, I didn’t think just by sealing it with a kiss, we were officially wedded.

“That works.” Satoru.exe rebooted again.

“Well, we are Gods, a little bit different from humans. We are especially strict with promises or oaths. Fuu-chan promised Satoru to take him as a bride and even gave him a token which is a kiss. And Satoru gave something back in return which means, he agreed. This essentially already bound you two as a married couple.” Suguru explained.

My small mouth takes the shape of a small ‘o’. I never thought that the fox mask held that kind of significant meaning. “I thought you gave me your dowry that time.” I giggled at my own silly thought.

“My dowry won’t be something simple like this.” Satoru grinned.

“Oh, I will be fine if you don’t have a dowry. I might be an orphan now, but I will work hard to earn money.” I said. “Just hope, your family won’t hate me for being an orphan.” I gave him a wry smile. “God also has a family, does it?” I asked sheepishly. Granted, I don’t know much about God-related matters.

“…” Satoru blinked rapidly. “You are not allowed to work.” Satoru pouted.

“…If I don’t work, I can’t buy you things, you know,” I mumbled.

“…” Satoru.exe crashed for the second time.

“Let’s change to another place first. I do know there is one café with a private room. We can talk more over there.” Suguru chuckled at the sight of how his best friend crashed twice on the same day and not even in one-hour intervals.

We were then brought to a very high-end Japanese restaurant and were placed in a VIP room. The room with the most beautiful view of the garden. We have been holding hands from start to finish and didn’t even notice it due to how natural it was. The four of us sit in a pair, each pair sitting opposite each other.

“Satoru?” I called to the Tenko whose soul hasn’t come back yet.

“Fuu’s responsibility is only to eat and play.” He suddenly said.

“Eh?” I blinked.

“Oh, he came back.” Suguru leisurely commented while feeding Yae, while Yae was in bliss.

“Fuu.” Satoru looked at me with upturned eyes. “I will make you the happiest groom ever. So, you only need to look at me, okay? And, don’t worry about my family. They all like you, Fuu.”

“How can they like me even though we have never met yet?” I blinked.

“They were already dying to meet you, Fuu-chan. They want to see the cute groom who managed to take Satoru as a bride.” Suguru chuckled. “But Satoru didn’t allow them to.”

“Why? Are you embarrassed?” My tone was deflated. ‘Of me?’

“No no no. It’s not that.” Satoru shook his head vehemently. “I will never be embarrassed of you.” He said. “It’s just I don’t like it when your attention is not on me. I am your bride, so you can only look at me.” He pouted, batting his eyelashes.

“…Can I still meet your parents? At the very least, I want to thank them for letting me have you.” I smiled.

Satoru feels as if his heart was shot by a gigantic arrow, hearts run to his eyes and he swoons. ‘How can his groom be so cute like this?’ A primal need surges forth his body. Need, he needs his groom now. He needs to claim her and let himself be claimed right here, right now.

“Satoru?” I frowned and brought his hand to my cheek as I saw him not moving. Satoru then blinked rapidly before a huge smile broke on his face.

“Fuu~~~” He rubbed his cheek against mine while claiming how happy he was. ~”~

“I don’t want to separate from Fuu.” Satoru glared at Suguru as he still pasted himself to me.

“Fuu-chan and Yae need to go home.” Suguru sighed. “I also don’t want to separate from her.” Suguru groaned. Suguru had already given a pretty onyx black kanzashi (hairpin) with a fox design to Yae as a marriage token, while Yae gave him a kiss. Well, Suguru asked for it. So, according to God realm’s law, they are already married.

“I already trained to be a bride for so long, I want to show my capability to Fuu. I have also made our own house (read. love nest). I am so ready to welcome you.” Satoru whined. “Fuu, you also don’t want to leave me, do you?” Satoru looked at me with upturned eyes while batting his eyelashes.

“…I don’t… but, I don’t want to make Auntie and Uncle worried. They raised me like I am their own daughter.” I said.

“Fuu…” Satoru’s lip turned down. Somehow I can see a pair of flattened fox ears. Or maybe it’s not my imagination.

“How about this? I will ask Auntie and Uncle to see if I can stay in your house at the weekend?”

“It’s our house, Fuu.”

“Okay, our house.” I nodded happily. ‘Our house, it has a nice ring in it.’

“…Okay…” He nodded, even though he is still pouting and reluctant. “Wait… I can turn into a fox and follow you home.” Satoru suddenly said excitedly.

“Ah, you can turn into a fox. But what about school?”

“Who cares about school when I can spend my time with my groom,” Satoru whined.

“Oh… I thought…we can eat lunch together or do a study date together…. But I guess if I can spend time with Satoru, either way is fine. That’s too bad...” I smiled. Sadly, I miscalculated how sharp his hearing was, not that I knew that he heard about my soft mutter.

“I will make you lunch starting tomorrow. We can eat lunch together and we can also have our study dates.” Satoru suddenly said.

“But you said…”

“I want to fulfil all of your wishes. My bridal training teacher said a good bride will grant all of his groom’s requests.”

“Who is Satoru’s bridal training teacher anyway?” I have been meaning to ask this for some time now.

“Oh, it’s my mother,” Satoru answered easily.

“…Is…that…so…?” ~”~

Starting today, my lunch, no our lunches are being made by Satoru and Suguru respectively. So Yae and I didn’t need to wake up early anymore. Auntie and Uncle were surprised but happy at the same time that we found such caring boyfriends and were asking if they could meet them.

‘I am sorry Auntie, Uncle. Satoru is my bride, not my boyfriend. And he is Tenko-sama to boot.’

“Fuu, open your mouth. Aaaaahh~”

“Aaahh~” I was being fed by Satoru. His lunch is superb too. I wonder what kind of bridal training he went through.

“Is it delicious?” Satoru asked with a giddy smile.

“Very.” I nodded. “I can eat this forever.” ‘Oh.’ Here they are, the fox ears are coming out again, and they are twitching happily.

On the other side, Yae is also being pampered by her bride. “Yae, what kind of lunch do you want tomorrow?”

“As long as it’s Suguru cooking. I will eat it all.” Yae answered.

“Then I will do my best to cook.” Suguru smiled.

Meanwhile, my eyes are following the movement of Satoru’s ears. My hand unconsciously inching closer and closer and… ‘It’s soft.’ My hand touches his ear, rubbing and pinching it softly. Then I heard a low purr and soft pants. “Ah…” I finally noticed Satoru’s face was painted with pink blush, eyes half-lidded and hazy, softly panting and body twitching, he was also making a low purr as if urging me to continue. So I did, and a small needy whine escaped his mouth.

‘Oh, he sounds so pretty.’ When I pinch his ears a bit harder, I get rewarded with a strangled whimper.

“…Fuu-chan… you should stop before Satoru faints.” Suguru’s voice snapped me back to reality.

“Ah, sorry Satoru.” I released my hold on his ear. Satoru shakes his head and looks at me with his teary eyes. “Fuu… want more…”

“I will give a lot more in the weekend,” I promised. Satoru whines and glares at Suguru who stops his Fuu to play with him.

“You don’t want other people to see Fuu-chan pampers you, no?” Suguru smirked, and with that, Satoru pouted. ~”~

The promised weekend came much faster, but I also have been excited about spending my weekends with Satoru in our house. Uncle and Auntie gave an okay surprisingly easily. Well, they didn’t think that Yae and I were going to separate houses, did they? Though we are going to next door. Suguru also has started to redecorate his house according to Yae’s taste.

“Satoru… I can’t watch the movie.” I giggled as the Tenko kept bothering me by whining and calling my name in my ear. The two of us are cuddling on his living room sofa. I am of course sitting on my bride’s lap. He wouldn’t have it any other way. I have also changed to one of his black sweaters, I admit it’s the comfiest clothes I have ever had, and it smells nice too. And the cutest thing I got is sweater paws.

“Fuu… you should be paying attention to me…” He whined again for the umpteenth time. His hands snake inside the sweater and start tickling my stomach. I giggle while trying to get away from him.

“S…stop…” I cried.

“Pay attention to your cute bride.” Satoru pouted.

“Then… I want to see your tails and ears, please. I want to play with them.”

At the word 'play', Satoru ceased his attack and quickly let out his ears and tails. “Fuu…play with me please…” There it is again, the same expression he showed me at that lunchtime.

“Of course.” Now facing him, I touch his ears, earning myself a loud purr as his tails swish crazily.

‘So soft, I wonder if they are textured like mochi?’ *nom* I bite one of the ears softly and suck it.

I hear a sudden hitch of high-pitched voice. “Does it hurt, Satoru?” I quickly release his ear. I look at him worriedly. Instead of answering, Satoru shakes his head fervently, tears are pooling in the corner of his eyes.

“Fuu…give me more, please…” He sobbed desperately. The temperature of his body is rising, he needs his groom to play him or do whatever she wants to him. he needs it, his body needs it. it needs her attention, caress and her affection.

Satoru’s tails which have been swishing like crazy are now also rubbing themselves all over my body, softly and sensuously as if trying to coax me to play a naughty game.

“You cry so pretty, Satoru…” I muttered as I caressed his cheek.

“Mmn… Because you like me pretty, Fuu.” He gave me heart eyes.

“What do you want me to do for you, my bride?”

Another needy whine escapes lips. ‘My bride…’ Fuu just called him that… and asked him what he wanted…

“Touch me, Fuu. Play with my body, please. I want you to touch me.” He whimpered.

“Ssshh.” I put my finger on his lips. “Pretty bride shouldn’t cry,” I whispered as I licked his tears away. “Let me take care of you, yeah.”

“Mmn…please…” He nodded. My hand slip into his grey sweater, trailing up as I feel the muscles twitch deliciously from my touch. A sudden mischievous idea enters my head. I go under his sweater, giggling while licking the ridge of his abs. I hear another cute moan out of his lips and his tails are rubbing even more fervently. They even sneak themselves in between my thighs rubbing my slit. In response, I bite his nipple.

“Hagh…” Every time I did something, Satoru would keen so beautifully for me. With one nipple in my mouth, my other hand is playing with the other twin. I can’t let it feel lonely now, can I?

“Fuu… more…more…” Satoru is replaying those words religiously, it must have been a mantra at this point. My head pokes out from the sweater, coming face to face with his pale, unblemished neck. I licked my lips seeing a delicious meal being put on a silver platter for me to enjoy and gave him a stamp. A red flower stamp showing to other people that he is my bride.

Then I press my body closer to him, I know something hard is already up and has been pressing my stomach for quite some time. “Satoru, what’s that?” I giggled.

“My…thing…my thing…wants Fuu…”

“Oh?” I moved up and down, rubbing the entire length. I am essentially dry-humping now. But I don’t mind doing this if I can see my pretty bride cries prettily for me. Delicious friction and pleasure course through our bodies. “Like this?” I bit back my own moan.

“…yeah… more…” He nodded, fresh tears streaming down his eyes. His skin glistened delicately because of a sheen of sweat. I even wonder if his sweat is sweet, given he always gives out a sweet scent. To try my own theory, I lick the sweat on his neck.

“Fuu!” The sudden lick and the incessant dry humping are proofing to be a little too much for my cute bride and he came. The wetness seeps through his sweatpants and even wets my shorts.

“~~~~” Satoru used his hands to cover his face in shame.

“Fufufu…” I broke into a giggle looking at that action of his.

“Don’t worry, Satoru. It just felt that good, didn’t it?” Satoru didn’t answer.

“If this will make you feel better, I am also already so wet for you.”

“…really?” Satoru slowly lowered his hands.

“Yes.” I nodded. “So, did it feel good?”

“…yeah…” A small nod of affirmation is given to me.

“Let’s clean up and cuddle again, shall we?” His eyes brightened and he nodded furiously. ~”~

After cleaning and changing to another set of fresh clothes, including underwear, we are now cuddling again, watching some kind of horror romance movie.

The story is about a set of twins that were born in a famous onmyouji clan. Typical where the younger twin is better than the older twin but has no intention of being the head of the clan. And when the summoning ritual commenced, surprise surprise, the older twin summoned the strongest shikigami, Sichifukujin. The younger twin summoned a small field fox.

Now their position is reversed. The older twin is getting much more attention. However, the younger twin was satisfied with this outcome. All she did was play with her fox, sleep and eat.

“It looks like you, the fox I mean.”

“I am much better than a little fox.” Satoru pouted.

“Yeah, you are my cute Tenko bride.” I nodded and Satoru smiled giddily, his tails were swishing around again.

But the older twin was hurt by her shikigami comment about her younger twin being much better than her. Hurt and confused, the older twin asks the younger twin to disappear. The younger twin didn’t say much except to agree. She knows her older sister was hurt by being compared to her every time. She would also hate it if she was in her place. Thus, the younger twin leaves the clan and her last name.

With no place to stay, the younger twin was brought to a sorcerer's abode, courtesy of her small fox. The sorcerer is actually a Celestial Fox and that small fox of the younger twin was a piece of his soul.

“Oh, he is a Tenko too.” I peered up at Satoru.

Satoru growls while tightening his strong limbs around me, his tails hitting the poor sofa in anger.

“Don’t get mad, Satoru. He can’t snatch me away.” I pressed a kiss to his neck and he calmed down instantly.

“Fuu… kiss me more?” He asked shyly.

“Wait until the movie is finished.” I smiled.

The younger twin befriends the sorcerers, who are all actually Gods. The Tenko and the younger twin are getting closer day by day, enough for them to cuddle with each other. Tenko’s attitude is also more gentle and overprotective of her. The younger twin who only wishes to live happily once again is in the eye of the storm. Her older twin demands a match with her but the match ends up with the older twin losing. The moment the younger twin wins the match, she loses her family.

Strangely enough, she gained another family. The sorcerers took care of her as if she were their own. Tenko never left her side at all throughout her worst moment.

“Satoru, you will stay with me forever, right?” I asked again, this time I was actually feeling afraid.

“I am your bride, remember? I will stay beside you forever.” Satoru gave me a forehead kiss.

The younger twin finally remembers she met Tenko once and made him promise to take her as his bride.

“She should have just taken him as a bride. Not the other way around.” I smiled.

“My groom is the only one who can do it.”

“Yae too.”

“My groom and her family.” He corrected.

So, Tenko finally takes the younger twin as his bride and lives happily ever after.

“Fuu, where is my kiss?” Satoru puckered his lips.

“Oh, almost forgot.” I gave him a loud smack on his lips, giggling. “Let’s eat dinner.”

“I will prepare one for you.” Satoru quickly got to work while I was watching him. ~”~

After a few months of ‘dating’ in Auntie and Uncle’s words. They are finally going to meet our boyfriends (read. brides)

We are now in a private room in a certain high-end restaurant. Auntie and Uncle said we have to give our best, seeing how nice they were to us, their daughters. It’s 5 minutes to the designated time. Satoru and Suguru comes on time. we greet each other and sit down, well in pairs. I guess you can already guess who sits with whom.

Satoru and Suguru introduce themselves to Auntie and Uncle. Auntie and Uncle begin to talk with them on various subjects. Our brides hold our hand throughout the whole conversation. The more they talk, the more satisfied Uncle and Auntie are. Until they drop the bomb…

“Auntie, Uncle, we are here in the hope that your daughters will take us as their brides,” Suguru stated. Being the reasonable and sane person they are, Auntie and Uncle froze.

“What?” They were taken aback. “You want to take our daughters as brides? Isn’t this too early? You have just dating for a few months. Besides, Yae and Fuuka haven’t finished high school yet. I won’t allow early marriage.” Uncle huffed.

“Auntie, Uncle…” Satoru smiled. “We are not taking your daughters as brides.”

“But you just said…”

“We said we want your daughters to take us as brides. Will you give us your blessing?”

“…Come again?” Uncle blinked. His ears must heard them wrong.

“…You came to be brides instead of taking them as brides?” Auntie tried to repeat what she had heard.

“That’s correct.” Suguru nodded, smiling.

“Auntie, Uncle. I won’t take any other bride aside from Satoru.” I said.

“Me too. My bride is only Suguru.” Yae added.

“…” Auntie and Uncle are speechless at this declaration. “Let me get this straight…” Uncle started. “So you two want to marry over instead of my daughters marrying over?”

“That’s absolutely right.” Satoru nodded proudly.

“This…” What an unprecedented development. It’s not like they have never seen a son in law that marry over to the female spouse household. But usually, people from higher backgrounds won’t ever do such a thing. And they knew these two boys weren’t ordinary, yet they still wanted to be their daughters’ brides. Just what did their daughters feed them?

“We didn’t feed them anything.” I pouted.

“Did I say that out loud?” Uncle muttered.

“I know what are you thinking, Papa. Fuu and I aren’t like that.” Yae huffed.

“…Being our daughters’ brides… is not that complicated…” Auntie said. “But what about your parents? Are they fine with this arrangement? I don’t want my daughters being bullied for whatever reason after marrying you.” Auntie frowned.

“You don’t have to worry about that. Our parents have agreed about this matter. They have never met face to face, but they have communicated to each other. Our parents are overseas and it’s hard for them to get time off. They have given their blessings to us. Here, the letter they addressed for Auntie and Uncle.” Satoru gave them the letter.

“Dear in-laws,

We are very pleased about the fact that your two admirable daughters are taking our sons as brides. There is no bigger happiness than this. Your daughters have perfectly changed (read. tamed) our unruly sons into such a perfect bride. We will be forever in your debt. We are very sorry that we can’t attend such an important meeting because of a sudden emergency at work. But, there’s no need to be worried. Our sons have completed their bridal training flawlessly and will be taking good care of your daughters. Oh, there’s no need to worry about expenses too. From their livelihood to their grand wedding, we will be responsible for those expenses. We sincerely hope that your daughters are willing to take our sons as brides.

P.S. We will be hosting another dinner soon and hope in-laws can attend it.

Sincerely,

Gojo and Geto's parents.

“…” To be honest, Uncle looks like he’s having his worldview being reworked right now, while Auntie is already giggling in happiness.

“They are such nice couples. I think Yae and Fuuka won’t be bullied over there.” Auntie smiled. So, we have gotten Auntie’s approval.

“Satoru-kun… Suguru-kun…”

“Yes, Father?” They answered.

Uncle blinks a little before clearing his throat and continues, “Fuuka and Yae are my precious daughters. I truly hope for them to be happy. If they are happy with you two, I won’t take their happiness away. But promise me that you two will protect them no matter what.”

“Of course, Father.” They nodded.

“That’s good.” Uncle smiled. So, we have gotten their approval.

“Father, there is one more favour we would like to ask.” Suguru grinned.

“Favour?”

“Yes, we would like for Fuu-chan and Yae to live with us.”

“…Come again?”

“We would like for Fuu-chan and Yae to live with us. Since we have completed our bridal training, we are capable of taking care of them. So, please let your daughters live with us.” They bowed.

“This…” Agreeing for future marriage in one thing, but…

“Why not?” Auntie smiled.

“Eh?” Uncle blinked.

“Satoru-kun and Suguru-kun have proven themselves enough. You see how they took care of our daughters’ lunches and then walked them home every day. And they have also spent weekends over there and there was no problem. Our daughters always came back satisfied and happy.” Auntie said.

“…okay… If that is my daughters’ wish.”

“Thank you, Papa, Mama/Auntie, Uncle.” We said in unison. So after the meal, we go back to the house to pack our things. Actually, Uncle is more distracting than helping. He has this kicked puppy face after being scolded by Auntie. ~”~

“Hehehe…” I giggled happily as I finally snuggled into Satoru’s arms and tails. Now that I am officially living here with him. We can do all sorts of things. There is a lot I want to do to Satoru because I want to see his pretty face. But let’s save that for later, for now, I am just happy snuggling with him.

It started with snuggling, but now, the two of us are having a hot and heavy make-out session. “fuah…” I gasped a large breath after finally separating from his soft appetizing lips. Desire burns in my eyes as I lick the drool in the corner of my mouth. Satoru’s hands are planting themselves on my hips, preventing me from getting up.

“Mmmnn~~~” I let out a small moan escaped as I feel his cock pulse beneath his sweatpants, it sends a pleasant feeling to my fold and brain. Satoru’s tails are busying themselves with going under my shirt, leaving feather touches across my exposed skin and teasing my hardened nipples by brushing ever so slightly.

“Fuu, I want you.” Satoru groaned, his voice strangled and feral. It sends a shiver down my spine in a good way. His eyes are so pretty painted by desire, it strangely makes them shine brighter.

“I want my bride too.” I bucked my hips to create more pleasant friction for both of us. Satoru’s hands and tails are pulling down my shorts and panties hastily along with a string of clear liquid. I can see and hear his audible gulp as his eyes trained on my already wet and waiting pussy, he is even drooling. “You are drooling.” I swiped his drool and licked it up.

“…Fuu… so pretty…” He purred.

“Now, it’s your turn.” I pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, just enough for his erect cock to spring out from its confinement. Some beads of precum are leaking from its pretty pink head. Satoru hisses as I wrap my hand on the base of his cock. “Let me please you okay, my bride.” I smiled and took his length in my mouth.

Satoru gasps loudly as his hands clench to fists, hard enough that the knuckles are turning white. My tongue swirls on the head, tasting his sweet precum. The rest of my hands are working on the part that didn’t fit in my mouth. Satoru is making such pretty noises for me to listen to. I can’t help but want to hear more of them. It’s natural for a groom to spoil her bride, no?

And just like that, he comes. The heavy load of his semen sprouted to the back of my throat, triggering my gag reflex, making me pull out, coughing a little, but his climax had yet to finish, so the white load of his was now painting my face and hair, then sliding down to my body.

Satoru who just came down from his high is utterly surprised by my coughing. “Ah, Fuu. Are you alright?” His hands cup my cheek as he wipes his own semen away from my eyes and nose. “I am sorry, Fuu. I didn’t mean…” He is on the verge of tears now.

“It’s okay. I am fine.” I smiled, “Don’t cry.” I patted his cheek. “You taste sweet as expected and smell nice too.” I grinned cheekily.

Satoru smiles hearing my praise. “I have to take care of all of my body for you, Fuu.” He smiled bashfully. “Now, let me take care of you, okay? It’s a bride's duty to please his groom.” Satoru placed me on the sofa and now is kneeling on the floor. But he isn’t doing anything except staring.

“Satoru…” My small needy whine snapped him back to reality.

“It’s too beautiful, Fuu. I was so entranced by it.” Satoru groaned. His hands then spread my thigh wider, so he can have a full view. “So pink, so small, so cute.” He muttered as he leaned closer. I can feel his hot breath fanning on my pussy and it’s making her drooling even more.

His nose bumps into my clit as he inhales my scent. “it’s driving me crazy.” Satoru gave me a long lick around my labia, tasting the slick covered them. “Sweet. The sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” He commented to himself. Satoru then gives a small pinch to my clit, sending a shock of pleasure to my body.

Hearing my mewl must have made him more confident, he takes the small puffy nub into his mouth and sucks it, while his finger is wedging itself into my entrance. A foreign object manages to get itself inside my hole, “Mmmm~~~”

Satoru starts pulling his finger out and pushes it in again slowly, and then it becomes two. After two, he pulls out all of his fingers. I whine at the empty sensation, my pussy is clenching at nothing. “Sorry, Fuu. I want to taste you like you did.” Satoru gave me a sultry smile and plunged his tongue inside.

Another gasp slips out from my mouth. My hand automatically grip his hair, pulling it, earning a growl that reverberates through my pussy. His long fluffy tails are pushing the sweater up to above my chest and some of them are playing with my nipples openly. They pinch, brushing the hardened peaks to give more stimulation.

“Nnnh!” I came and squirted all over Satoru’s face. My body is limp, waiting for my brain to come back from its high. “Satoru…?” I looked at the Tenko who was still not moving away from my thighs, for a second, I thought I suffocated him. Satoru finally lifts his head to look at me, with a dazed expression, his face and bangs are wet from my slick.

“Fuu, can I have your sweet slick in exchange for my daily sweets now? I don’t think I can eat those bland sweets now.”

“Not even my baked sweets?”

“That is a different matter. Fuu’s baked sweets were placed second. This is the first place.” Satoru licked around his mouth, trying to get my slick again.

“If you are being a good bride, I will consider it.” I giggled.

“Good bride…” His face shone with happiness. “Leave it to me, Fuu. I am the best being a cute little obedient bride.”

“I know.” I smiled. “Let’s wash up and sleep. I am a little tired.” I held out my hand, expecting him to carry me.

Satoru knows what I am expecting and scoops me into his arms, and then makes our way to the bathroom. ~”~

In the day we enjoy the life of being high school couple and at night, we enjoy the life of being a married couple. I am being spoiled rotten by Satoru, well except for bedroom matters. Today, as usual, Yae and I are waiting for Suguru and Satoru so we can go home and enjoy mofu-mofu life.

“I don’t understand why Tenko-sama wants to mingle with this lowly smelly human.” Suddenly, there is a pretty but haughty girl standing at our school’s front gate.

‘Tenko-sama?’ I blinked at her choice of words.

“This girl is not human?” Yae whispered.

“Might be.” I nodded.

“Hey you, girls over there!” She suddenly pointed at us. “How dare you two whisper about me?” She hissed. “That’s why I hate humans. They don’t know their place.” She grumbled. “You two better apologize to me!” She huffed and then suddenly narrowed her eyes. “You!” She glared at me and grabbed my hand. “Why do you have Tenko-sama’s blessing on you?!”

“Blessing? Oh, Satoru always give me-*smack*” It was too sudden and I felt a sting on my left cheek after a while.

“Hey! How dare you!” Yae roared at her.

“That’s my line, lowly human!” She roared back. “How dare you speak of Tenko-sama’s sacred name.” By this time a lot of students are watching us while whispering to each other.

“Fuu!” I heard Satoru’s voice and the sounds of footsteps came closer.

“Tenko-sa-“

“Fuu, are you alright?” Satoru held my shoulder as he checked on me, his face worried sick and on the verge of tears. “You are hurt.” He touched my cheek and I flinched. “Ah, I am sorry, Fuu. Does it hurt? I…I will take you home now…don’t cry…” He sobbed.

“…You should be the one to stop crying…” My thumb wiped his tears.

“Tenko-sama, why are you…”

“It should be my line. What did you do?” Suguru growled at the goddess girl.

“Oh, forgive me. Black Tenko-sama, my name is Kurokawa-“

“I don’t ask what’s your name. I ask what did you do to my best friend’s spouse.” Suguru released a small part of his power. Just a small part is enough to choke the goddess girl.

“Fuu, let me see…” Satoru hiccupped. “It’s so red and swollen. Wh-what should I do?” Satoru panicked.

“Here!” Yae came back out of breath. In her hand is a cold drink. “Compress the wound to reduce the swelling.”

I let out a small hiss as the cold drink made contact with my swollen cheek.

“Te-Tenko…-sa…sama…. I…I was…”

“Let’s go back home first, Suguru. Fuu’s wound is first priority.” Satoru lifted me up.

“…That’s true…” Suguru retracted his power. “Yae.” Suguru held out his hand for Yae.

“Tenko-sa…” Satoru walked past her without even sparing a glance at her. ~”~

“Fuu…” Satoru is still crying.

“I am fine.” I tried to speak.

“No, don’t speak. What if the swelling worsens?” Satoru is worried sick. The swelling has reduced to the compress, Yae and Suguru are out buying medicine for me.

I pull out my phone and type, “Can I lay down on your tails?”

“Of course.” Satoru bloomed his tails out and formed a cushion behind him. I smile a little and lie down, pulling him with me. the two of us are now lying on his fluffy tails.

“Feel calmer?” I typed.

“…un…” He nodded. His eyes are still red and wet from crying.

“That’s good. Hug me.”

“…okay…” Satoru cutely wrapped his hands around me, making sure my swollen cheek wouldn’t be touched in any way. Suguru and Yae come back not long after with medicine and a cold medicine compress.

It was dinner and the mood was heavy. “I am fine.” I typed. “I was just a little surprised.”

“You are not fine.” Those three answered in unison. “You were hit, Fuu. How can you say you are fine.” Satoru fussed.

“That’s right. I don’t care if she is a goddess or what. How dare she hit you.” Yae hissed.

“Who is she anyway?” I typed again.

“Must be one of Satoru’s suitors. They are all pain in the ass. They don’t understand what a no means.” Suguru grumbled.

“Oh…”

“But I don’t like her or any other person aside from Fuu,” Satoru said. “I don’t even want to see their faces.”

I let out a small smile at his indignation. But still, this really makes me aware of just how many goddesses took a liking to my bride. ‘Did Satoru…ever touch other people or goddesses aside from me…’

I know I shouldn’t be thinking about this. But I can’t help it. it was pure luck and coincidence that I made Satoru my bride. Did he even want it?

“Ah…” Tears flew down silently. Maybe it finally sinks down how hurt the slap was or the truth was… ~”~

I take a day off from school courtesy of Satoru. He wanted to make sure my wound would heal properly before I could do any other activity. I let him fuss around me, while I am mostly just zoning out. My mind can’t get out of the sinking hole of truth I dug yesterday. ‘Should I go back to Auntie… No, if I were to do that, Auntie and Uncle would get angry at Satoru, and worst even Yae wouldn’t be able to live with Suguru anymore.’ I shook my head and stopped thinking about it.

Satoru is changing his clothes to cook dinner. I might as well use this chance to clear my head outside. With that, I silently go out on my own. The swelling has vanished, my cheek just feels a little sore when opening my mouth. I take a walk near our house, trying to clear my head.

“I found you, filthy human.” The same goddess is here again. I frown, but I pay her no mind.

“Hmph! you better get through that thick skull of yours that Tenko-sama is a sacred God. He is not someone that filthy human like you could touch.” She sneered. “I know all about you. You are just a dirty pitiful orphan. Tenko-sama just pity you, that’s why he played along with your silly game.”

‘Pitiful…am I pitiful…? Ah, I guess so… I am just a pitiful orphan. Maybe that’s why Satoru is playing along with me. I am the worst, aren’t I? I selfishly make him my bride without considering his feelings…’

“Fuu!”

“Ah…” I wonder why he always shows up when I don’t want to be seen the most. “Are you…” His eyes widened. I wonder why he looks like that. There’s no need to pity a pitiful person like me.

*drip* A tear drops to the ground.

In an instant, a certain memory flashes in Satoru’s mind.

“Mama, Papa. I am sorry that I couldn’t send you off. And I think I will stay here in this world a little longer. I made a promise to Tenko-sama that I would come and pick him up as my bride when I got older. Maybe that’s why I survived. We even had our wedding kiss already. But… but… if Tenko-sama doesn’t want me anymore… *sniff*”

“Why Tenko-sama won’t want you anymore, Fuu? Isn’t he your bride? Shouldn’t a groom and a bride get through thick and thin together? Why won’t Tenko-sama want you anymore?”

“That’s because… I am now an orphan. I heard that a bride doesn’t like an orphaned groom. So, Tenko-sama might not want me anymore…”

“What will you do if Tenko-sama doesn’t want you anymore? Will you go away like Auntie and Uncle?”

“I…don’t know…I think…maybe…”

“You make her cry…. How dare you… How dare you make my Fuu cry!” Satoru snarled his tails and ears out. Powerful gusts sweep through the place. How weird, all I feel is just a breeze blowing peacefully.

“Te-Tenko-sama…”

“Don’t you dare open your filthy mouth.” Satoru growled. “The sin you have committed against my groom is unforgivable. I don’t care what kind of goddess you are. To me you are just an ant, no you are even beneath the lowest life form in the human realm. You dare hurt my Fuu and make her cry, then I will make you suffer the consequences. I will make your soul perish from God's realm. Your existence itself will vanish. Now, perish.” With a snap of his fingers, a ball of purple was formed and heading straight to the goddess.

“No, Tenko-sama! I am sorry! I-“ The purple ball completely annihilated the goddess and everything on its path.

“Fuu.” Satoru rushed to my side. “Why are you crying, Fuu? Please, don’t cry. I don’t like seeing you cry.” Satoru is sobbing.

“Satoru…am I pitiful?” My hoarse voice asked. “Did you play along to be my bride because I am a pitiful orphan? If that’s the case then…”

“No!” He cut me off loudly. “I am not playing with you! I didn’t play with you because you are a pitiful orphan! And you are also not a pitiful orphan! You might have lost your biological parents, but your uncle and auntie had become your second parents, and my parents also have considered you as their child. You are not pitiful at all, Fuu.” Satoru is full-blown crying now.

“You are a strong girl. A strong and gentle-hearted girl. Fuu is, Fuu is my one and only groom. I don’t care what other people say, I only want Fuu. If…If Fuu doesn’t want me anymore. I…I will kill myself.”

“NO!” A loud voice echoed. It took a while to realize it was my own voice. “You can’t do that!” I hiccupped. “If you die, then I…” I wailed. “Idiot! Satoru is an idiot! I hate you!!!”

“I am sorry, Fuu. Please don’t cry.” He panicked. “I won’t say stupid things anymore. Please don’t cry.” Satoru pulled me into a hug with his tails nuzzling themselves on me to calm me down. “I am sorry, Fuu.”

“Satoru, what happened?” Suguru and Yae ran to us.

“Fuu, are you alright?” Yae asked worriedly and then froze when she saw me crying.

“…”

“Yae?” Suguru blinked at his lover’s sudden stillness.

“Who dares to make you cry? Is it Satoru? Should I kill him now?”

“N…no…. It’s not Satoru…” I answered weakly.

“I see. It’s that goddess.” Suguru nodded to himself. He seems to have realized what happened here.

“Where is she? I will-“

“She is gone forever, Yae,” Suguru said.

“Gone forever? As in not going to show her bitchy face up anymore?”

“Yes. That’s right. We will let Satoru explain tomorrow. Let’s give some space for them, okay.”

“…okay…” Yae nodded. “But I expect an explanation tomorrow.” ~”~

“…nnh…ah…” A lewd whimper came out of my mouth continuously as a naked me was pinned between a soft bed and Satoru's warm naked body. His tails are pining my hands and legs to prevent me from doing anything. My nipple was in Satoru’s mouth while the other was being played with his tail.

His fingers are invading my hole, thrusting in and out in a rhythm and sometimes his thumb pad will press on that little bundle of nerve that sends my body into a shocking pleasure. “Fuu is mine. I won’t let anyone touch you. I won’t let you go.” He released my nipple with a pop and went straight to my mouth. His kisses are rougher than usual, but I really like them.

“Satoru…” I looked at him, pleading.

“Yeah, I will make you feel good.” He licked my lips. “My cute groom only deserves the best.” He grinned. “Lay on your stomach for me, love.” He whispered, his voice tender and loving.

“…okay…” I lay on my stomach. Satoru put a pillow under my stomach to make it more comfortable for me. I raise my hip, I know what he is getting at. I can feel Satoru’s warm chest behind me, and his pulsing cock on my fold.

Satoru then slowly rubs his pulsing cock between my thigh. The two of us sigh at the much-needed contact. My slick drips on his cock, making it slimier and easier to grind. Satoru started slow as if he was afraid to hurt me, but it was too slow to my liking so, I tried to take the matter on my own and grind it a little harder and faster. Fortunately, Satoru’s learning ability is considered the best. He gets the idea and sets the same pace as I would like.

We are not going all the way since we promised Auntie and Uncle to save it until marriage. But desperate matter calls for desperate countermeasure. I want to feel all of Satoru, skin to skin, not like the usual light petting or oral sex. Satoru’s pants sync with mine. His hands are fondling my breasts while sucking my neck.

“…more…like that…yeah…” I gasped.

“Ah…Fuu… I am close…” His hands on my breasts tightened.

“…me too…” Satoru’s thrust becomes sloppier and faster, chasing our release. And it happened, my slick gushed out, creaming his pretty cock, while Satoru’s load shot out and I heard him let out a strangled moan of bliss. We collapsed on the bed, feet tangling. I shudder when I feel his warm sticky semen touch my lower body.

“Fuu… did you feel good?” He whispered in my ear

“Very.”

“I am glad.” I could feel Satoru smile. The two of us lay down for a little longer before getting up to clean. Of course, Satoru is going to wash me. He is my cute little obedient bride who likes to please me after all. ~”~

After the goddess incident, Satoru told me that we should get married quickly so those annoying pests would back off. Suguru appears to be in agreement. He said if Yae was left too long, he wondered how many people would attach themselves to her.

“But Auntie and Uncle will only allow us to get married after finishing high school.” I blinked.

“No worries. We are going to get married in God Realm. Uncle and Auntie won’t know.” Satoru giggled.

“And there’s no worry about the time. It’s summer vacation now. We can tell them we are going overseas to meet our parents. And also to discuss the upcoming family dinner.” Suguru added.

“Let me call them first.” Yae dialled their number and told them about our upcoming ‘overseas’ trip and they agreed. Seems like Auntie and Uncle really like their in-laws now. Recently Auntie and Uncle’s life is going smoothly. According to Satoru and Suguru, their parents pull some strings about it.

‘God Realm. I wonder if Satoru’s family will like me?’ To be honest, I am quite scared. Even though we did communicate with each other, but we never met face to face. I am afraid that they will find me lacking after seeing me.

“What are you thinking about, Fuu?” Satoru took a seat beside me and pulled me to his lap.

“Your family.”

“What about my family?”

“I am scared that they will find me lacking after seeing my appearance,” I said.

“Silly Fuu. God didn’t only judge by appearance. Well, there are some gods that only like beautiful things. But I only like Fuu. No other human or goddesses or gods can be compared to you. You see how my mom cried in happiness when you two talked to each other. It’s not a fake.”

“Really?”

“Yep. Well, you will see it soon. They are already thanking gods that I was taken as a bride you know. They even wondered if I saved a planet in my last life or something.”

“But you are also god, along with your family.”

“Exactly.” He nodded solemnly and I broke into a giggle.

“Well, if it’s Satoru, I guess you really did save a planet or something in your last life.” I laughed.

“Oh? Why is that?” He cocked his brow, a playful smirk on his lips

“Because Satoru is the strongest.”

“Mmh, I am the strongest because I have you, Fuu.” Satoru then leaned in for a kiss. ~”~

“Welcome to God Realm.” The moment we opened our eyes after stepping through a door-like portal. We are greeted by blooming wisteria. The petals are flying around, creating a petal storm due to the breeze.

“Wisteria flower…” I gaped in awe. Wisteria flower is always my favourite, well, there’s also because it smells like Satoru.

“Wisteria are the symbol of Gojo Clan.” Suguru explained.

“Then, what about Suguru’s?” Yae asked.

“Unfortunately, my family standing’s is not as big as Gojo's.” He shrugged nonchalantly and it didn’t sit right with us.

“Plum.” Yae suddenly said.

“Hm?”

“Plum blossom.”

“Yep. A flower blooms in winter. While other flowers are blooming in spring, only plum blossom is brave enough to bloom in the middle cold winter, just like Suguru.” I giggled.

“Yes.” Yae nodded.

“…Thank you, Yae, Fuu-chan.” An affectionate smile adorned his face.

“Fuu.” I felt someone lean his weight on me along with a pouting voice.

“What?”

“Why are you paying so much attention to Suguru? I am your bride, Fuu.” Satoru pouted.

“I just don’t like how Suguru said like he was nothing.”

“Well, I understand but…”

“Wisteria really suits you, Satoru. Not only in colour and smell. Wisteria flower has a strong root that is not easily shaken. It’s alike with how stubborn you are sometimes. They bloom in spring but sometimes will bloom again in summer. Just like how you surprise people.” I giggled.

“…That’s actually a pretty accurate description of Satoru.” Suguru chuckled.

“Fuu…” Satoru has long been converted to hearts eyes, “My Fuu is the best!!! She understood me the most!!!” Satoru started fangirling.

“Let’s go greet your parents first and then I can take Yae to greet mine,” Suguru called. We walk for a short while, in fact, we are already in Gojo clan territory, but there is some distance to the actual mansion.

“I am back!” Satoru announced like that to the gatekeeper.

“Satoru-sama and Suguru-sama, welcome…” They stopped short when they saw us and then. “It’s an emergency!!!! Satoru-sama and Suguru-sama brought their grooms!!!!!” The whole gods in the mansion paused whatever activities they were doing and then there was chaos. The whole mansion was in chaos, some were busy preparing rooms, and meals and some even called Suguru parents here.

Then we were led to where their parents were waiting. I need to compose myself bef- “We are coming in.” Satoru casually announced. There goes my last chance, I pout at Satoru.

Inside the room, there are two couples. One couple has black hair, they must be Suguru parents. They look alike and the other pair has black hair and white hair. “Oh my.” The woman with black hair and white hair exclaimed at the same time.

“Good day.” Yae and I greeted. The two women stood up, they took each of us and then began to size us up and down, front and back.

“Satoru.” The white-haired woman, who is definitely his mother called.

“What?”

“Did you save a planet in your last life?” His mother asked with disbelief. “How come such a cute girl wants you?”

“Mother, that’s rude.” Satoru huffed.

“That’s correct. You two were the unruliest brats I have ever seen. I always lament when will my son get a bride and I even suspect that the two of you are dating instead.” The black-haired woman, Suguru's mother commented.

“Auntie, your imagination is really wild.” Satoru sweatdropped.

“Mother…” Suguru sighed.

“But well, turned out you two are not suitable to be grooms. You two are more suited to be brides instead. It’s all thanks to Yae-chan and Fuu-chan.” Satoru’s mother said that as she rubbed her cheek to mine. “I can’t believe I got such a cute girl to be my in-laws. To be my unruly son’s groom to boot. Must be the good karma accumulated by family.”

“Ah, Mother, don’t hog Fuu.” I was pulled and embraced by Satoru instead.

“Now you two, get out.” They were kicked out just like that. “We are going to talk about weddings with the grooms. Brides have no say in this. Go and be useful or something.”

“Now, there are no more interruptions, we can talk slowly.” The two women smiled while the men sighed just sighed in defeat.

The two women launch in wedding tirade. It has been decided that Yae and my weddings will happen at the same time. it will be a super grand wedding to show that their useless unruly sons finally become brides. They, Satoru and Suguru’s parents already treated us as part of the family. It was fun spending time with them. ~”~

“*sob**sob*”

“What’s wrong, Satoru?” I looked at the lump of futon that miraculously produced a crying voice.

“Fuu…” The lump of futon turned to me, exposing the crying Satoru.

“Why are you like that.” I giggled and sat down.

“I didn’t get to spend time with you. Even though I am your bride.” He cried as he buried his face in the crook of my neck.

“There there.” I patted his head. “Your and Suguru family are nice. I like them. I am glad that they like me too.”

“Silly, Fuu. What did I tell you, my family likes you very much. So much that they even kicked their son out.”

“The wedding… I am excited about it.” The two of us lay on the futon, holding hands.

“I am too. Can’t wait to be Fuu’s bride. So we can play much more…on the bed.” He giggled like a girl.

“Perverted Satoru.” I mumbled.

“I am your pervert, Fuu.”

“I know.” I nodded and giggled. ~”~

The news of the weddings spread like wildfire. It’s no secret that Satoru and Suguru are the most wanted bachelors in God Realm. There are three reactions because of this news. The first reaction is cry from the heartbroken faction, the second is the joy from the single gods, and the last is the surprise of gods who are wondering which goddess managed to get ahold of them.

So, Gojo mansion’s entrance is always full of curious gods and goddesses. Thanks to Satoru’s mother's foresight, Suguru and his parents moved in for a little while to avoid the ruckus. Inside the mansion, every single servant is busy to help with the wedding. Yae and I offered to help but were told to enjoy all the delicacies that would be put out at the wedding, whereas Suguru and Satoru were worked like labour horses.

These two brides of ours apparently will cry every night after being bullied the whole day by their parents and will ask to be spoiled by us, their grooms. Yae and I did mostly nothing, just eat, do fitting and then that’s it. So we spend time with their fathers instead. They are teaching us the common sense of gods or the wedding customs.

After a full week of preparation. The day of the wedding is near. But there’s a slight commotion before our grand wedding. Remember the girl goddess that was pulverized back then? Apparently, we caught wind of them going to do something at the wedding. The whole clan is angry? No, they are furious. The mothers and sons plus Yae combi especially. They are practically grinding their teeth. They are even more furious about how dare they pick on me rather than how dare they want to ruin our wedding.

So, the Gojo clan are pulling strings. When Gojo moves, someone else is going to suffer a natural disaster. The victims are the girl goddess’ family. The husband cheating scandal is exposed. So, it has become a domestic violence show now. Gojo clan left enough traces to be identified and at the same time, a rumour about what their daughter did to me was spread. So, the whole God Realm is now aware of the fact that the Gojo bride (read. groom) was not someone to be touched.

The wedding day is finally here. We had to get up early to prepare. The previous night we slept in a separate room because of this and Satoru was howling as if we were saying goodbye forever. It was quite hard to appease him.

“Satoru, just be patient for tonight. After tomorrow, we won’t ever sleep separated again.”

“Nooooo!!!” He refused to part from me. His hug tightened instead.

“Be good, Satoru. You want to be a good bride, no? A little cute obedient bride that will do his utmost best to please his groom.”

“…yes…” Pink tinted dusted his cheeks. Satoru really likes the idea of being a bride. Just the word bride sent him on edge like this. I wonder how should I use this later.

“Be good and tomorrow I will reward you, okay, my cute bride?”

“Yes… my groom.” He smiled shyly while babbling about being a cute little obedient bride.

“Good.” I kissed his cheek and that’s how I appeased him.

Yae and I are dressed in hakama instead of the white wedding kimono. Well, we are the grooms and the brides will be the ones who wear the white wedding kimono. As grooms we have been waiting in the ceremonial hall, waiting for the entrance of the brides.

The brides, wearing white wedding kimonos with white veils covering their faces, walk slowly from the entrance to their respective grooms. After the brides settle down, the servants put a tray with a bottle of alcohol and wine cups. We are going to perform sakazuki to finish the ceremony.

We link our hands and drink the sakazuki. I can see Satoru is giddy and blushing. To be honest, the grand wedding only consists of Gojo clan and Suguru family along with a few trusted clans. Well, lo and behold, they were surprised to see Suguru and Satoru being the brides instead of us. This piece of news will spread through every corner of God Realm tomorrow. The news that Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, the most eligible bachelors in God Realm are being taken as brides.

Well, that’s for tomorrow, as for now…

“Fuu… no, husband, come here now, I am very lonely.” Satoru who’s lying sideways on a red futon, in the newly decorated wedding room, wearing a messily worn sleep kimono, his legs and chest are exposed. The man is batting his eyelashes while trailing his hand up his thigh, inviting me.

“…” I blinked and then an amused smile spread on my lips. I feel like making him cry already. I walk closer, blow the candles, straddle his lap and give him a deep kiss.

“…Fuu…” A needy whine came out from that pretty mouth.

“Good night, Satoru.” I slipped back into the futon.

Satoru’s jaw visibly drops to the ground. “Fuu… husband…” He didn’t know what to say. His Fuu would really sleep just like this? Leaving him hanging for more? His dick is already hard and he is sure it can’t be appeased no matter what, it has to be Fuu. So why does his groom go to sleep without doing anything on their first night?!!!

“Aren’t you going to sleep, my bride?” I asked in an amused tone.

“Fuu~~~” Satoru cried. “Don’t be mean~~~~”

“Because you are pretty when you cry,” I answered.

“…Oh…” His cheeks are painted with that blush again. “Should I cry more often?”

“Mmm… Cry only for me.” I nodded.

“Hu…husband…please help your cute little obedient wife.” He used a coquettish tone.

“What do you need my help for, my cute bride?”

“Th…this…” Satoru lifted his kimono shyly, showing his angry, erect pink cock.

“Oh, what a pretty cock you have, my wife.”

“Please… want…want to please you so much…” Satoru sobbed.

“How do you plan on doing that?”

“Want to put this into Fuu’s cute pussy.” He batted his eyelashes.

“And then?”

“And then… gonna cum a lot in Fuu. I want babies with Fuu.” The more he talked, the more feral he became, his eyes also turned into slits, tails and ears came out.

“Satoru, my cute bride,” I called and there it was, the twitch of his body which reacted to that word. “Prostrate yourself to me.”

Satoru’s blush deepens as he looks at me with heart eyes. “…yes…your cute bride will prostrate himself to you…” And he did. After shedding off his kimono, stark naked, Satoru prostrated himself in front of me, in complete submission.

“You are so good for me, my cute bride.”

“Mmmnh~~ I want to make you happy.” He panted.

“Yeah, you make me so happy, Satoru. So, I will also make you happy.” I lifted his chin and gave him another kiss, this time it was full of passion, desire and vigour.

Now straddling Satoru on the futon, the two of us are mapping each other bodies. Sloppy open-mouth kisses everywhere, leaving wet patches here and there and a lot of pretty blooming red flowers.

“Fuu… can’t hold it anymore. Want to be inside you now.” Satoru begged. His throbbing cock that pressed against my stomach did nothing but make me wetter than I already was.

“Okay, pretty bride. Let’s make you feel good.” I touched my forehead to his. And then, lift myself a bit so my fold entrance is right above his waiting cock. I slowly lower myself, letting his shaft stretch everything inside me. “…ugh…” my brain is giving me a pain signal.

“Fuu…” Satoru is more worried about me.

“Don’t worry…” I gritted my teeth. It took a while but, it’s finally all in. I let out a relieved breath as I rested my head on his chest.

“You did good, Fuu.” Satoru kissed my forehead, eyelids, nose and lips, whispering sweet nothing to my ears while waiting for the pain to go away. His tails are nuzzling me to distract myself from pain.

“It’s okay now.” I peered up at him.

“Are you sure?” I gave him a nod. “I will help you move now.” He chuckled as his strong hands slowly moved my hip up and down. There was a slight pain for a moment but then it turned into a pleasure. A huge wave of pleasure. Maybe because the pleasure was too much for both of us, we came pretty quickly. Both of us laugh at our silly blunder.

“Hehehe, Satoru, hands.” My cute obedient bride Satoru innocently gave me his hands. I put the discarded obis to a much nicer use. One is for tying his hands, the other one is for his blindfold. Then I push Satoru down gently back to the futon.

Satoru soft cock inside me is hardening once again. The excitement he felt must have awakened it once again. I giggle at the thought, but who am I to say? Because I also feel excited. It’s exciting to play Satoru, to make him cry prettily, to make him beg and to make him drunk of my body.

I start my own rhythm, it’s now only for my pleasure, not my bride. Because my cute bride will want my pleasure first and foremost. I can’t deny his request now, can I? And of course I am also not cruel enough to ignore my cute bride’s pleasure. You see how pretty he moans because I pinch his nipple. “Sing more for me, Satoru.”

“Ah…yes…I…ah…will…” Satoru’s tails are swishing like crazy while trying to nuzzle my body again. My body is already like their playground. They knew the ins and outs of it. My pussy flutters as I move up and down, swallowing the cock whole. “Satoru, your cock fits in snuggly inside me.”

“Yes…this cock…is…made for…Fuu…” He panted, due to his sealed eyes, his sense of touch became even more sensitive. I can feel every twitch, every shudder of his muscle. They just make me have an easier time finding the sweet spot my cute bride has. Before dawn arrived, I will make sure to remember them all.

“Satoru, we are going to play until I remember all your sweet spots, okay?” With just that one sentence, Satoru is finished. Thick cloudy semen shot into my womb like a torrent. I shiver at the pleasant feeling of being filled. But, not yet, I haven’t come yet. And I still want to play.

“You came already, Satoru?” I giggled.

“Sorry…I am sorry…sorry, Fuu…” He sobbed.

“It’s okay. I am not mad at you. How could I be mad at my cute bride.”

“…yeah…I am Fuu’s cute bride.” He babbled with a silly smile.

“Yep. So you can go one more time for me, right?”

“…yes…”

“Good. Satoru, you are really my cute bride.” I giggled. ~”~

Omake

A small accident happens where Fuu is turned into a child opening a gift. Now with only memories and a body of 5 years old, Fuu is still trying her best to make her bride happy.

“…Where is this?” I blinked. I have never seen such a beautiful house.

“Fuu, what happe…ned…?” A very beautiful person with white hair and pretty blue eyes called my name.

“…Tenko-sama?” I muttered. Somehow, I know this person before me is Tenko-sama, the one who I had taken as a bride not long ago. “Why is Tenko-sama here? Didn’t I promise you I will come and pick you up when I am bigger and older?”

“That’s because I love Fuu so much that I came to pick you up first.” My bride sat in front of me, giggling, but I frowned. “Fuu?” He looked worried.

‘Hmmm…what should I do now? I still haven’t collected enough money to buy my bride things. I wonder if there are some works that can be done here.’

“Fuu… do you not like me anymore?” My bride looked like almost wanted to burst into tears.

“Oh, it’s not like that.” I shook my head. “Don’t cry. A pretty bride shouldn’t cry.” I wiped his tears. “Wait for me here for a moment, okay?”

“Okay…” He nodded. Now that my bride has stopped crying, I need to do my part as a groom. I roamed around the mansion, asking for some work in the hope I could make some money, but the mansion’s people didn’t even give me work except to gush about how cute I was. I just want to earn some money for my bride.

“Fuu, why are you sulking?” My bride is now accompanying me to enjoy the garden of wisteria, with tea and snack.

“I am not.” I shook my head.

“I know you are. You are my groom. It’s a natural thing that I know this as your bride.” My bride giggled.

“…I just want to make some money by working around here, but nobody wanted to give me work.” I sniffled. “I know I am just a little kid… but…”

“Why do you want money so much, Fuu? I can give you some.” My bride frowned.

“No, I want to earn some by myself. Because…”

“Because?”

“Because I want to buy you pretty things,” I said. “A groom must buy pretty things for her bride to keep him happy. If I can’t even do this, I am a failure as a groom.”

Gojo Satoru died of heart failure that day and was revived after being called by his groom.The news soon spread through the mansion and then strangely, everyone suddenly gave me work to do. I am happy because I can earn money now. ‘Hehehe, after this I should take my bride out shopping. He can pick what he likes, I get a lot of money after all.’

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Column Vivianne Miedema | The fact that FC Utrecht comes with a women's team sounds nice, but it is not a good idea

Columnist Vivianne Miedema does not think it is a good idea that the Eredivisie for women is expanded to twelve teams. ,,You already see results of 8-0 or 9-0. That will only get worse if there are more clubs.”

Slowly I start to hobble around the house again. At the beginning of this month I had surgery on my knee after I was seriously injured in December. The operation was successful. Everything the doctors wanted to do succeeded. That knee still nags and that's why I sometimes lie awake at night because of the pain. That is still part of it now, such an operation is not nothing.

Due to my injury I follow the football news in the Netherlands even better than usual. After AZ, FC Utrecht is now also entering the premier league with a women's team, so that after the summer we will have a competition with twelve teams. That sounds nice and great, of course, but I don't think it's a good idea.

A lot has changed for the better in recent years, thanks to the excellent work of quite a few people with a heart for women's football. But let's also be honest. In the Netherlands we are still far from where we want to be with the women's premier league. When I switched from the premier league to Bayern Munich nine years ago (yes, I'm getting old), I would have thought we would have moved on now. Especially in view of the successes we have achieved with Orange in the meantime.

"We want a full-fledged premier league, which is not played on artificial turf"

FC Twente, PSV, Ajax and now also Feyenoord are doing really well, but the reality is that sometimes games are played on an artificial turf field at an amateur club on a cold Friday evening. For 250 spectators. Stop using that artificial grass anyway. We want a full-fledged premier league, which is not played on artificial turf. Easy.

So I am not in favor of expanding the Premier League. You can already see results of 8-0 or 9-0. That will only get worse if there are more clubs. Because I can't imagine that AZ (as a replacement for VV Alkmaar) and FC Utrecht have direct competitive teams. It would surprise me. Of course it also depends on how much those clubs want to invest. But otherwise they take players away from other clubs, so that the effect remains the same. Where do you suddenly get two complete selections from, while the overall level is already not high enough?

"There is simply not enough talent right now. Let's look at that, instead of trying to expand the Premier League. That's the correct order"

Here in England they have a system that I believe in. All clubs from the three highest divisions are obliged to contribute financially to the development of women's football. Even the clubs that do not have a women's branch of their own. It works twofold: there is money to develop the sport and it encourages clubs to set up a women's branch. This should also get off the ground in the Netherlands.

So that we can really work on a good foundation for women's football in the Netherlands. As a result, girls will eventually have the same facilities and opportunities as boys in the training of a professional club. Don't get me wrong: I really understand that something like this can't be done with the snap of a finger. But we have to think this way when it comes to the development of women's football.

I am concerned about the Premier League. And that is also a theme within Oranje. If we want to continue to perform at the top global level with the national team, a larger pond is needed. There is simply not enough talent right now. Let's look at that, instead of trying to expand the Premier League. That's the correct order.

#viv miedema #vivianne miedema #arsenal ladies #arsenal women #arsenal wfc #arsenal #awfc #dutch #nedwnt #ons oranje #oranjeleeuwinnen #karim benzema #meadema #beth mead #woso soccer #woso community #wosoedit #woso

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faccal · 5 months

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Seven sentence Sunday Tuesday? I was supposed to do this on Monday but it just hit 12:01 for me. I need to be in bed lmao.

Thanks for the tag @alidravana i haven't been writing much in the last week or so, but I did have an idea earlier and I had to write it down. It is not seven sentences.....that probably breaks the rules but uh......sometimes it's ok to break the rules? (I'm so sorry in advance. I tried to keep it contained I swear.)

I'm gonna tag @tokillamockingbird427 @simonxriley (only if you want to do it. Don't feel obligated) and anyone else who wishes to partake.

It's a lot more than seven sentences and I'm so sorry. The last time I did one of these was years ago surely, but I certainly didn't get carried away lmao.

He's following so close behind him Soap can practically feel his breath against the back of his neck as they enter the Prince's room.

"Why did you lie about your blood, Soap?" His voice is calm, but not level. There's a faint hint of wavery there; nervousness perhaps? Surely it couldn't be fear. Surely his Prince doesn't fear him.

He lets out a heavy sigh, rubbing aggressively at his brows before turning to face the younger man. Without a word, he steps forward, and Hesh in his ever unending stubbornness, straightens his back and levels his stern gaze upon his Guard.

A soft huff escapes Hesh's lips when Soap's forehead connects with his shoulder. The two stand in silence for a short while before the older man breaks it. "Hold me." He states.

Hesh furrows his brows, gazing down at the man. "...I am." He whispers, unsure why he switched.

Soap lets out a soft chuff. "No, hold me. Support me. Wrap your arms around me and allow me to rest my body upon yours."

He certainly finds it an odd request, but most definitely not the strangest the man has ever requested. "Alright." He answers, carefully wrapping his arms around Soap's shoulders, squeezing softly at his biceps.

Suddenly, things shift, and he feels as if the weight of the entire world is on his chest. His knees shake and buckle as he clings to Soap, his feet desperately trying to offer some way to prevent him being crushed. It feels as if his bones could crack and shatter any minute, as if his body could give way and he'd just be crushed, flattened, forced to sink through the Earth long after he died.

Then it's gone, Soap's weight, his warmth. He's standing at the far end of the room now, hand grasping desperately as the window sill.

Hesh's breaths come out ragged and broken, his lungs still feeling compressed. "What....what was that?" He croaks, clearing his throat as he attempts to walk over to the other man. His legs tingle numbly, sharp pricks of pain shoot from his toes to his thighs and back down again. What was that?

Soap turns, letting out a weighted sigh as he takes in the sight of his Prince. "That was a minuscule sliver of my full potential. My full strength, my full weight." He steps forward, his fingertips lightly caressing Hesh's hand. The soft strokes of his thumb pad against his knuckles almost seems to ease his numbness and pain, but how could that even be possible? "I swear to you, that one day when the time is right, the truth will bleed from my lips like water from a fall." He offers a nod, and Hesh swears he can see for the faintest of moments, some thin veil of silver and gold thread connecting the two of them together.

Thanks again for the tag! Sorry it isn't seven sentences.

#seven sentence sunday #this turned into more of a wip post #way more than seven sentences #david hesh walker #captain john soap mactavish #writing

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crimsonblackrose · 2 years

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Why are homes so expensive?

I know, I’m very lucky that my aunt and uncle have let me live with them for free since I came back from Korea but my aunt just told me that come January it’s going to change and it makes total sense and I get it. But at the same time I don’t feel financially secure enough yet to go anywhere else with my freelance job that fires people willy nily and is barely minimum wage. I feel like I was just starting to get back up on my feet after all the awfulness that has been this year and now I’m like extra stressed. My original plan was stay with my aunt and uncle until I get a full time job and then start looking for a place to move out to. Ideally I want a permanent home, something that is mine and staying with my aunt and uncle seemed like a great way to reach towards that goal. I mean my uncle’s hobby is to look at houses in other states to buy a second house so I assumed they were financially secure for me to continue sort of...leeching.

I never expected to just keep getting smacked in the face with emergency/awfulness as soon as I landed and that’s been it’s own stress. I never expected to stay this long either.

But according to the search I just did, depleting all of my savings would barely afford me anything and I wouldn’t be able to make monthly payments which is not helping with the sudden change in plans.

It’s wrench. And to be fair we never talked about it. About any of it. How long I’d stay, ect and I know I’m going to have to bring it up again and figure out exactly what I need to talk to them about because it’s stressing me out something awful. Like what all are we switching up? How much? I know they’re not going to overcharge me or anything, but it will be another thing I have to add to my financial plans and it’ll be another big chunk of my paycheck gone. And it changes the things I had planned. Really it changes everything. I feel like I’d just been like figuring out a decent balance and getting sleep and what not and now I’m back to being unable to fall asleep because I’m thinking about how my job really doesn’t pay that much and how much of it is going to go towards rent and how much because it’s freelance will go towards taxes and health insurance and ect ect ect and then if I want to move out where would I even go? Do I want to stay in this state? Do I want to move into the city? If so how much am I going to have to save in order to do that? And it means like tripling down on job hunting which I’d just told myself it was okay to not stress about because of the holidays and it’s like I’d just sort of organized myself and then was handing a piping hot plate out of the oven and I don’t know where to put it and a lot of the stuff I gently set aside to come back to in the new year are suddenly on the table. But at the same time, I get it. Like I don’t know 100%, but I’m pretty sure they charge my cousin rent or at least ask for part of his paycheck. (albeit he tends to blow through any money he has in the blink of an eye on booze...and I feel like they’re putting it into an account for him for later...but I don’t know) Yet at the same time he’s like always asking them for money so really idk. I mean do I need to start reaching out to friends in teh cities I was thinking about moving to and go testing the waters there to see if I like those areas? And if so will I be able to afford going to those places after January?

I just needed to vent. I think I’ll spend Thanksgiving talking to the family I’m visiting and ask their advice. Because I really don’t want to move out with pretty much nothing but books to pay rent downtown and would like to continue towards my goal of owning something. I just am now having to look at this on a much faster timeline then I’d expected and it’s thrown me into a little spiral of panic of where I already was teetering because I’m not where I want to be in life on like 12 levels and two of those just kind of sucker punched me at once.

#mumblings #it's really just like I get it but also it sucks #and it just made me so much more stressed when I felt like I was finally sort of destressing on some levels

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glowingbadger · 3 years

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Okay, so I had a thought for our dear fox boy, Kurama.... Imagine, "trying" to tease him by going down on him only to suddenly switch it up and go down on you instead, especially when you least expect it as revenge. You're on the phone with your best friend and suddenly he's there between your legs, but you can't say anything or let your friend know.

Oh-hoo, a most excellent concept, friend- and actually plays into a couple things I've written about Kurama before too, so I guess I should have seen this coming xD

Also this all just reminded me that I HAVE to do some sketches of the YYH boys in late 90's fashion. Ugh, what absolute icons.

Kurama (YYH) x AFAB Reader

NSFW 18+ v

Kurama's hair splays out across the pillow, making him look for all the world like a lounging ingenue in a romantic painting. Still, those emerald eyes level on you with a sharp cunning that tells you clearly where you stand. He wears a subdued smile that someone who didn't know him might find pleasant, charming- but you know what the grin of a fox spirit really means.

"Feeling rather bold today, aren't you?" he says, his tone light and conversational, even as your hands run down his chest and the toned contours of his abdomen from atop his clothing.

"Well, it doesn't seem fair for you to call the shots all the time," you reply from your position straddling his hips. You like to think you sound the part of the confident seductress, but your heart leaps every time you meet Kurama's calculated gaze. You may be in the "dominant" position, but you know you haven't nearly tamed him. For now, you'll just have to try to push him a bit further.

You kiss a slow and deliberate path down the center of his torso, undoing the buttons of his shirt one-by-one, and revelling in the feeling of firm muscle shifting and flexing at your touch. Kurama lets out an openly pleasured sigh, and doesn't shy away in the slightest as your hands reach the front of his jeans. With a playful little hum, you run your hand up along the bulge of his stiffening cock beneath layers of fabric. Very subtly, his hips shift up towards your touch, and you bite at your lip as your eyes flicker up to his yet unreadable expression.

"You must be much more sensitive than you let on, Kurama," you tease, tracing his length with a single finger, "You're already this hard, after all."

Just as you'd started to feel sure of having the upper hand, he props himself up on an elbow to observe you between his thighs. One hand reaches down to caress your cheek, ending at your chin, where his thumb runs the curve of your lower lip.

"Of course I am," he replies bluntly, "It's only natural when I desire you so ardently. Besides," he goes on, his grin curling into a smirk, "If your aim is retribution for all that I've done to you, then I imagine I have quite a thrilling evening to look forward to."

So much for flustering him, or even just getting him to act a little bit shy. Your cheeks burn hot, and you mumble,

"Should have tied you up. And gagged you, while we're at it."

"Hm. Perhaps you should have," Kurama replies casually.

This bastard. Is it really this impossible to gain the slightest bit of ground on him?

Impatient for results, you undo the front of his jeans, and tug them down with his boxers, freeing his impressive member from its confines. Kurama continues to watch you comfortably as you take the base of his cock in hand and slowly drag your tongue up the underside of his shaft. You can feel it twitching and swelling in your hand, hardening to its full size before too long. Frankly, you've half a mind to climb onto his lap and ride him then and there. He does so love to tease you- the chance to have him now without the usual exercise of restraint is undeniably tempting. For the time being, you satisfy yourself with gently licking and kissing his twitching manhood, letting the warmth of your breath and fleeting touches gently stimulate him.

He is clearly enjoying himself; aside from the soft murmurs of pleasure he grants you as your tongue circles the crown of his cock, his direct gaze hasn't wavered for even a moment. Still propped up above you, he absently strokes your hair in one hand as half-lidded eyes watch your attempts to provoke him.

"You mean to tease me, I see..." he says softly, his tone only hinting at his amusement. Even better concealed is the heady arousal building at his core- his desire to break this arrogant facade you've put on, to see you crumble back into obedience at his hands.

And as if by divine providence, his opportunity arrives.

The phone at the bedside table rings, and you pause to glance up at Kurama. Only the glint in his eye hints at his plan at first- but then, as you watch in disbelief, he picks up the phone before it's finished its third ring. He sits upright as he greets your friend on the line, and your body feels hot and cold all at once.

"Hm? Oh, yes- right here, in fact. One moment."

Kurama meets your eyes with a smirk and offers the phone to you with his hand cupped over the receiver. Your face is burning red, and you grumble near inaudibly,

"No fair!"

He gives a short laugh, tucking away his still-hard cock and then fixing his clothing with his free hand as he says,

"I apologize if I have ever given you the impression that I am 'fair' by nature." All at once, he catches you around the waist and pulls you down onto your back on the bed. You resist crying out in surprise, if only because when you look up at him and see the smouldering heat in his eyes, your breath catches in your chest. Then, without a word, he hands the phone to you. Biting nervously at your lower lip, you take it from him, clear your throat, and say,

"He-hey! How's it going?"

Your friend immediately launches into an excited ramble about the finale of a show she's been following obsessively for the last year and a half. Honestly, you should have expected this call- stupid of you to think you'd have the evening free with the finale airing. As she goes on about how "so many of her predictions were dead-on," Kuramas hands run indulgently down the contours of your body. Your heart races, and you can't help tensing, arching up against him just a little. Then, he's working your pants down off your hips, and you give him a pleading look that he meets like a stone wall.

"-- I mean, can you believe it?! It's like, exactly what I said would happen!!"

"Yeah, that's, uh," you struggle to keep up, but your eyes are fixed on Kurama lowering himself between your bared legs, "that's pretty wild..."

With a placade grin on his face, he kisses a trail down the inside curve of your thigh, his touches delicate and yet unreserved. Your eyelids flutter half-shut, but you force yourself to- more or less -follow the thread of your friend's rant. That is, until you feel the sting of Kurama's teeth at the soft flesh far up the inner curve of your thigh. He sucks a dark love-bite to your skin- one that you know will remind you of his presence there for days to come. Still, you manage to camouflage your gasp of shock and pleasure into a sudden cough.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, totally! Sorry, don't mind me- go on!" you babble out your reply in a hurry, knowing you won't be able to trust your voice when Kurama continues this torment. He chuckles silently behind his hand, and you pout uselessly at him. Rather than acknowledge this, he refocuses on his task as the phone rant continues. You do your best to keep a consistent stream of "Oh, yeah?" and "Wow, crazy!", all while elegant fingers spread your lower lips and warm breath teases your over-sensitive body. Then, without warning, his tongue glides firm across your aching clit. Your thighs twitch in around his head and you arch up from the bed.

"Woa--! That's... incredible!" you translate the gasp you desperately want to let out into a perhaps overly-enthusiastic reply. Fortunately, your friend is too caught up in her finale recap to police her own excitement, let alone yours. Still wearing that cocky smirk, Kurama pushes his hair back behind his ears, then returns to tease your clit with the tip of his tongue.

He doesn't let up after this, and frankly, your impulses are torn. Part of you wants to be as subtle as possible, to silently endure the slow, luxurious movements of his lips and tongue pulsing against your cunt and stiffened clit. Another part of you- the part you're fighting to subdue -wants to grab onto that silky red hair and grind against him, to rush yourself to your climax and to spare yourself further torture. But you and Kurama both know you won't be able to keep quiet if you do. So you fuss anxiously with the phone's tangled cord, shifting and squirming on the bed beneath him and biting back pleasured gasps and whimpers.

Your legs are trembling around him and you're positively soaked with your arousal and his saliva. Leaning back on the pillow, you scrunch your eyes closed and take a deep breath.

"Oh- you remember that one voice actor I told you about?"

"Yeah, uh," you struggle to pull your thoughts together, but Kurama nudges the flat of his tongue rhythmically against your clit, and your body is begging for release, "This show... was his first big on-screen thing, right?" you manage to choke out. As though pleased by your performance, your lover gives a soft hum that sends his breath fluttering over your vulnerable skin, then presses more firmly into you. His skillful tongue teases your entrance for a moment, rubbing into you while your muscles tighten, instinctively longing for friction, for something inside, for something to cling to. You're panting silently, biting at your finger to keep quiet while your friend tells you all about her latest celebrity crush.

So close. You're so dangerously close to the rush of your climax. But you hold on, every inch of your body aching with need and restraint. Kurama can obviously sense the desperate state you're in, and you know that he's savoring it. And yet, when you glance down to watch the erotic movements of his mouth, the way his eyes devour you, the way his hands grip at your hips- you realize that you don't have it in you to care about your pride anymore.

"Anyway, they're airing an interview with the cast soon, so I gotta go so I don't miss it."

The words are a beacon of hope, and while your friend apologizes for cutting out so suddenly, you assure her again and again that you don't mind.

"Really, you should... go- uh, go enjoy the thing!"

Kurama's lips seal around your clit and the dearly sensitive surrounding flesh. His tongue flicks across the hard little bundle over and over, his hands firm at your hips, holding you strictly in place. He's not holding back anymore. Your eyes roll back and your body burns, but you keep yourself silent. Just a little longer. Don't let him make you cum- not yet. He feels too good- and you know he wouldn't care if you screamed his name for your friend or anyone else to hear.

"Oh, also, we should totally grab coffee or something soon!"

"Yeah- that sounds really good-!" your back arcs up from the sheets.

"Cool! I'll call again soon, byeeee!"

You hear the click of the receiver on the other end. Your arms go limp, dropping the phone to the floor. Kurama leans over you, pushing himself against you while his tongue works your clit and you gasp aloud for him.

"Kurama! Ohhh... Oh, God- I'm-!"

A tingling, sparkling wave of pleasure explodes from your core and rushes across the surface of your skin. You can't remember the last time you came this hard, and you imagine Kurama can feel what he's doing to you. Your taste coats his tongue, one shaky hand weaves your fingers through his hair as your hips buck towards him. With one last desperate cry of his name, you relax back onto the bed, your boneless limbs making you feel like a puddle of mindless bliss.

Panting, practically gasping for breath, your unfocused eyes gaze up at the ceiling as the last tremors of your climax pass through you.

"Haa... Mm, Kurama..." you whimper out as he places one last kiss to your now soaked folds.

He crawls up atop you, and a gentle hand turns your face to him. His smile is warm and openly affectionate, and he caresses your cheek like a groom at the altar. Looking at him now, it's hard to imagine he's the same man who just put you through that unique form of torture. You're still catching your breath, and when he kisses you with all the tenderness in the world, you can hardly even reciprocate.

"Well done, my love," he says at last, "Do you think you can continue to behave for me tonight?"

Some distant part of your mind realizes that you've been manipulated- that he's utterly dismantled your attempt at dominance. You should be frustrated. You should try to regain the upper hand and show him that he doesn't always gets to be in control. Instead, your half-lidded eyes meet him and you murmur,

"Yes... I'll be good..."

#kurama #yu yu hakusho #kurama yyh #shuichi minamino #kurama x reader #yu yu hakusho smut #kurama smut #x reader #yu yu hakusho imagines

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theshelbyclan · 3 years

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Horse Thieves

Summary: The Shelby siblings are still building their imperium, and they need a horse to do it.

(Gif by @madshelby)

A/N: I asked around a bit and people wanted to read a lot more about Teddy, so I decided to use this request by one lovely anon: Hello! I've never done a request for a fic before so please excuse me if this isn't the right way to do it 🙈 But I noticed your requests were open and read the prompts list you linked to for Shelby sister prompts - so can I request something that incorporates 7.“car. Now”, 8.“what story do you want tonight” and 14.“your heading the right way for a smacked backside”. Thank you! I decided to base this on this idea I had in the longer Teddy series, where she refers to a time when she stole a horse with Tommy. So see this as a prequel if you will, set before the series. Words: 2773

*** “Whatever you do, you’re not using Finn.” “I won’t…” “I mean it, Thomas,” Aunt Polly warned, “You’ve only been back for five minutes from France and I will not have you endangering my nephew, after I’ve kept him safe for fucking four years.”

Tommy sighed, “Yes, I understand.” Polly looked at her nephew with a distrustful gaze, “Why do we need the horse?” “Betting’s down,” he slowly lit a cigarette, “We need our own. A horse that looks good. Convinces people to lay a bet.” She had to agree with that, “Where will you go?” “To the place where people most expect a horse to be stolen.” “Why?” “Hide in plain sight,” he pointed, “you taught me that.” “I thought I taught you everything…” Polly mused sternly. Tommy nodded slowly, “Maybe. And now I’m acting on it…” After a short pause, he said, “I’m gonna do it, Pol. I’ll make this family rich. Trust me.” “What about the little ones?” “I’m doing this for them, alright, so that they won’t have to grow up like we did!” Fire was burning in his eyes when he spoke, but Polly had never seen him quite like this. He was different these days. After pondering for a while, she said, “So tell me where.” Tommy took a deep breath, knowing she’d disapprove, “The fair.” “For fuck’s sake, Thomas!” *** “WELCOME TO THE FAIR!” Arthur bellowed, which scared most people in his vicinity away, but it made Teddy, who was used to it, literally jump for joy. Arthur grinned broadly and lifted his little sister up onto his shoulders, shouting, “Now look here, sweet girl, this is where we bloody come from and don’t you forget it!” “Arthur, can I have a candied apple?” Teddy asked him, knowing he wouldn’t refuse her anything when he was in a mood like this. “You can have all the apples, Teddy!” he replied with a grand gesture. John came walking besides them and quietly said to his brother, “They’re here.” “Good,” Arthur said uncharacteristically gently, and he lifted Teddy off his shoulders again, “Tommy’s in place.” “What about Finn, Arthur?” he said, playing with his toothpick. Arthur winked at his suddenly much younger brother, “Don’t worry, brother. He’s off playing with the Boswell kids. He’ll be no bloody trouble.” John grinned down at Teddy, “Unlike this one!” “You know why, John?” Teddy asked cheekily, “Because Finn is like Arthur, but I am like you!” John laughed manically out loud and Arthur bellowed, “She’s fucking right!” “How about that apple, Arthur?” Teddy asked innocently, quickly adding a, “Please?” “Wait here, princess.” As they continued walking, John took Teddy’s hand in his and said to her, “Look at all the horses, Teddy. Maybe one day you could have one of your own.” “But I already have the pony you gave me when you came back,” she looked up with adoring eyes. It was no secret that Teddy had four heroes in life, and those were her brothers. He looked down, “Yeah, but one day you’ll have a horse. Promise.” “John?” she asked, suddenly serious, “You won’t go away again, will you?” “Go where? Why would I leave my favourite little girl!” “You did before…” John stopped and turned to her, “Listen, that was the war… You know I don’t like talking about that…” “I know…” “But the war’s over. No more fucking mud for us, alright?” he said earnestly. He tried desperately to hide the pain he felt. Teddy nodded. “I’m sorry,” John blurted out all of a sudden, “I’m sorry we left you. We didn’t know… what it’d be… we thought it would be…” he simply couldn’t find the words. “I know,” she interrupted him in a high voice, “It’s okay. Just don’t do it again, alright?” “Alright,” he smiled. Then he changed his tone again, happy to switch subjects, “Now, what story do you want tonight?” “One about a horse!” “How about we get you a real one?” John suggested light-heartedly.

Teddy giggled because she thought he was joking, slipped her hand into his again and started skipping. Then she looked over at Arthur, who was just in the process of stealing an apple for her. It was good to have her brothers back again.

“Teddy?” John asked, “think you could do something for me?” “Like what?” “Tommy needs our help.” “With what?” her eyebrows shot up. John coughed once and waited for Arthur to join them, “Eat your apple. And listen, Tommy needs us to help him with something.” Mouth full of candied apple, “whaff kinf of somefingff?” “Just do as we tell you to,” John explained, “and then Tommy’ll tell you what to do.” Arthur nodded, “He’s already instructed us.” “Arthur,” John became unsure, “Are we really involving our eight-year-old sister in this?” “She’ll be fine, John-boy! She’s fucking smart, she is.” “I am,” Teddy replied proudly. The candied apple was nearly gone already.

“Alright, Teddy-girl, you listen to me, yeah?” John bend down to her level, “I need you to pretend you got lost, or maybe ask for help, or cry! Can you cry?” Teddy sniffled a little, “I’m not sure,” she then said in her normal voice. “Don’t worry if you can’t! Just scream a lot, alright?” “Wait!” she said, “Give me a second….” And she pouted her lips again, scrunched up her nose and suddenly tears were falling down her cheeks. “Bloody hell…” Arthur mumbled, as he turned to John, “you fucking created a monster.” “I’m crying!” Teddy said triumphantly through her tears, “Now what?” John shook her head to banish the emotions he felt over seeing his baby sister cry, “Go to Tommy.” Teddy quickly darted off and went in search of her other brother. When she found him, she announced herself with, “Look, Tommy, real tears!” “What the fuck?” Tommy replied in shock, “What happened, tell me now!” “Nothing!” she quipped, “John made me.” “I’ll fucking kill him,” her brother said automatically, “Did he throw you up in the air again?” Teddy grinned, “No, and besides that doesn’t make me cry…” “It did when you broke your arm.” She waved a disinterested hand, “Fine. But I mean he told me to cry because you needed a disattraction! “Distraction.” “Yes!” Tommy knelt down and said in a hushed voice, “Alright, first things first, you can never, ever tell Aunt Polly about this, do you hear me?” Teddy nodded obediently. “I mean it Teddy. She’ll have my fucking balls…” A high voice replied, “Which balls?” He sighed deeply again, regretting his words intensely, “Listen to me, eh? Don’t tell Aunt Pol.” “I will,” but a vague twinkle had come into Teddy’s eyes the second she realised her big tough brother was scared of Aunt Polly too.

Tommy lifted up Teddy and she rested on his hip, hugged close by his arm. She could vaguely smell his hair, his cigarette and a whiff of horse on him. This was her brother, who’d been gone for two whole years. She was only little when he’d gone, but Teddy remembered she cried a lot. All she ever wanted at night was for John to play with her and for Arthur to sit with her and for Tommy to tell her stories. She and Finn used to curl up together and cry. But now he was home, not the same, but still home.

“See them?” Tommy pointed, with a smile playing about his lips like he used to have all the time before the war, “See that family?” Teddy followed his hand with her eyes, “Yeah, the ones with the man with the blue scarf?” “That’s the one,” he nodded, “I need you to distract them.” “Why?” “So I can take their horse.” Teddy turned to face Tommy, and as she grinned, his face lit up as well, “Are we going to steal the horse, Tommy?” Teddy whispered excitedly. “Yes.” She lowered her voice even more, “just you and me?” Softly, he planted a kiss on her head, “Can’t do it without you…” Couldn’t do any of this without you here, he thought, but didn’t say it. “Alright,” he continued, “I’m going to talk to the man with the scarf. Meanwhile, John and Arthur are going to pick a fight with some other men, over by the candied apples, you see?” “That’s why I got an apple…” Teddy mused, slightly disappointed. Tommy quickly got her attention back, “I’ll be talking to him about this other family I know,” he waved a hand, “it’ll be something useless, but I’ll get him to walk away. John-boy is itching to punch someone, so he will, don’t get scared, alright?” Teddy frowned, “I’m not scared of John.” “Now, you see that horse, the black one, by the water?” She peered through the crowd of people and finally caught a glimpse of the beauty. Her eyes lit up in a way that only the Shelby’s eyes light up when looking at a horse. “There’s two boys with him. I need you to go to them. Make sure they walk away from the horse.” “Tommy…” Teddy thought out loud, “Won’t they know it was us?” He smirked at his sister’s intellect, “No. They don’t know us. Besides, they’re feuding with another family here. There’s a war coming, but we won’t be involved this time. Don’t worry about it, eh?” “Why are they fighting, Tommy?” she was not letting it go so easily. “Because I made it happen.” Then he walked a few feet so that they were both hidden from sight, “Now, I need you to distract the boys, and maybe some of the women as well. Cry, if you can, and if anything goes wrong, scream. I know you’re good at that…” “Who will take the horse?” “Johnny Dogs will. He’s close by,” Tommy leaned his forehead onto Teddy’s, “Think you can do it?” “Yes!” “Not too scared?” “Never!” Teddy replied enthusiastically, which slightly worried Tommy, but instead he said, “Go on.” So Teddy walked out behind the tent on her own and started thinking sad thoughts, just to make the tears come easily later on. There wasn’t much need for them though, because as soon as she approached the boys who were washing the horse, one called out, “Piss off!” “Fuck you!” Teddy replied in a flash, “This is free land and I’m a free woman!” she heard Aunt Polly say that once, “I’ll go where I fucking please!” One of the boys pushed her and angrily Teddy shoved him back. Then the second one came for her, and Teddy suddenly remembered her mission. So against all of her instincts, she let herself be pushed to the ground and started howling as soon as she landed. Immediately heads turned and Teddy cried like she hadn’t done in two years, “They pushed me!” But somewhere from out the corner of her eye, she saw Arthur arguing with someone and John landing a punch, almost in slow-motion, and she knew everything went according to plan. “Did not!” the boy protested nervously, “she started it!” Teddy curled up a little and held onto her leg like it was hurting, while trying to make herself as small as possible, “It hurts…” “What have you done!” a strange woman called out to one of the boys, who shrunk visibly as soon as he heard her voice, “fighting little girls now, are you?!” “I didn’t, ma! She started it!” but before he could finish his sentence, he’d gotten the first smack around the head. One down, one more to go. So Teddy upped the tears and it worked beautifully: the second boy didn’t wait for his mother to hear, but decided to run instead. Slowly, Teddy started to calm down, because if she just stood up now and showed it was all fake, everything would’ve been for nothing. She made that mistake once with Finn, and she wouldn’t be doing so again. After about a minute, chaos had descended on the fair. Men were fighting, Tommy was making an already nervous man simply anxious and this side of the camp was almost deserted. But where was Johnny? Teddy got up and hid near the beautiful horse. And then she saw him: somehow Johnny had ended up in the middle of the fight as well. This could ruin everything! “Come,” Teddy beckoned, “Come here! I promise I won’t hurt you…” and much to her own surprise, the horse obeyed. She untied the reigns and like he’d always been hers, he followed her down into the river. Teddy swam a little, wondered for only a second what Aunt Polly would say, and then climbed up onto the horse’s back in the water. From there on, she made a quick decision and urged the horse on. The river was low and couldn’t be seen all the way from the camp, so she kept the route of invisibility. After a while, she spurred the horse on and he climbed the riverside, with the tiny load still on his back. From this distance, Teddy could still see the fair, but because of the trees she was certain they couldn’t see her. “Now what?” she asked the horse, because she hadn’t really thought this through. In reply it neighed. “Shh!” Teddy scolded, “you want me to get caught?” So she steered the horse by its manes and made her way to where the family car was parked. With some luck, everyone else would still be too busy fighting. *** “Teddy!” Teddy turned her head and saw her brothers running, with sheer panic in their eyes. “Where the fuck were you?” Tommy demanded. Teddy shrunk a little at the anger in his voice, “I didn’t know where to go so I went here…” “Car. Now!” Tommy fumed. “That was actually smart, Tom,” Arthur defended her. Tommy ran a hand through his hair and sighed, “I thought something happened to you… That’s why I tell you not to leave my fucking side!” “I’m sorry…” she whimpered and tears started forming in her eyes again. “Don’t even try that,” John joked, “We know you can pretend now.” Looking caught, Teddy tried to hide the smile she shared with John. “That’s it, Tom,” Arthur walked back and forth to get rid of the adrenaline still coursing through his body, after they found there little sister was missing, “We’re not using our bloody sister again, for anything!” “Agreed,” Tommy said at once. “I thought you wanted the horse?” Teddy questioned. Again Tommy sighed and he lit another cigarette, “No fucking horse is worth losing you over, Teddy.” And that’s when she realised he wasn’t angry, just worried. “No fucking horse,” Arthur agreed. “But…” she started. John interrupted, “Forget about the horse, Teddy, we’re just glad you’re okay.” “But…” “Besides, we can get a horse some other way, eh?” Tommy continued, “Might even pay for it…” “But…” Tommy held up a hand, “Stop interrupting me, Teddy.” Instead Teddy interrupted him, “But the fucking horse is fucking here!” she pointed beyond the car at the woods, “Look! I rode him here after Johnny didn’t show up!” “I’ll be fucking damned,” Arthur blurted out, “she rode the fucking horse here.” John burst out laughing and simply high-fived Teddy, but Tommy looked as stunned as Arthur did. Anxiously, Teddy waited for Tommy’s reply, occasionally saying things like, “Johnny wasn’t coming,” and “my tears were almost dried up,” and “it wasn’t really my fault, the horse just followed me!” “Teddy Shelby,” Tommy said finally, “you little horse thief…” “You told me to,” Teddy said pointedly, but couldn’t quite hide the pride in her voice. “Oh, so this is our fault, eh?” Teddy shrugged and put on an angelic face, “Well, Arthur taught me how to steal, John taught me how to cry and you told me what to do…”

He pointed at her, “You’re heading the right way for a smacked backside...” Again Tommy looked at the horse and then he coughed a short laugh, “Alright, you win. We’re all horse thieves. Go get your horse.” “Mine?” “Yours.” As Teddy got the horse, the brothers still couldn’t get over the fact that she just did all of that. “Before we go home, there’s just one more thing, Teddy,” Tommy said, “Tell me again what I made you promise.” “Don’t tell Aunt Polly about this.” “Or?” he said menacingly, hoping he still had some authority over her by usually being the one who punished her, when he wasn’t teaching her how to steal that is… “She’ll have your balls.” Tommy eyed his two brothers who doubled over in laugher, but decided to ignore that. “Good girl.”

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youryanderedaddy · 3 years

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Best Friends Forever

Summary: Your best friend finally has you back after all these years, tied up on his bed and ready to learn your lesson.

Tw: nsfw, non-con, slight mention of blood, threats, choking, slight degradation, dirty talk, cursing, infantilization, possessive behavior, patronizing behavior, overuse of petnames, slight dom vibezz

You knew your boyfriend was a lost cause, an addict so gone he would have done anything for a fix, but you never expected him to stoop so fucking low.

You had woken up in a suspiciously familiar place, laying on sheets oh so soft, puffy and white you simply couldn’t mistake the bed you were on. The walls were painted in black and blue, a combination so deeply engraved in your mind you couldn’t shake off the feeling you weren’t trully conscious, but dreaming of a happy yet distant memory of the past. It took you less than a second to realize you were in his room - the one where you had spent so many joyfull sleepless nights back in your youth. The relief was short - lived, though, because the moment you tried to move around, you became aware of the tight rope keeping your sore limbs tied to the wooden bed frame. After a while of twisting and thrashing around while screaming at the top of your lungs for help you finally heard the door open. You hoped you would at last be able to go home now, still desperate to believe this was merely a prank, a way for your junkie of a boyfriend to scare you into giving him money.

“There is no use trying to escape the bonds, my little love.” His voice emited through the small room, low, smooth as butter and softer than ever. You tried to lift your head and catch a glipse of the person talking, just to make sure you weren’t imagining things or going insane. And there he was in all his glory, the boy, no, the man you knew well looking so different from how you remembered him, but still it felt impossible not to see the many similarities - from the unruly dark curls to the warm gray eyes that used to be your only guide during times of misery and pain. This was none other than your childhood best friend and you had absolutely no idea why you were tied to his bed. “Oliver, why on earth am I here?” You asked as soon as the initial shock had worn off, completely forgetting to address the weird petname the student had called you.

He smirked slightly before crossing the distance keeping him away from you, and carefully sat down by your left side. He reached out to stroke your cheek in an affectionate way, his fingers lingering for a moment too long for it to be considered a mere platonic gesture. You tried to turn your head away from the warm touch since it made you feel uncomfortable and left you with so many new questions. “I missed you so much, precious.” Oliver took a deep breath and smiled at you, gently moving your jawline so you had no choice but to face him once again. “I was so happy when that disgusting piece of shit you call a boyfriend offered you to me.” The man bent to your shoulder-level and whispered in your ear, his tone so full of sick satisfaction you could swear there was honey dripping from his mouth. “I paid a lot of money to have you back, sweetheart.” He licked his lips in an obscene, suggestive way and you had to supress the sudden urge to vomit as you finally remembered exaclty why you had stopped contacting your best friend once you had started college. The boy used to be clingy, obsessive even, but you could have never guessed it was that bad.

“Oliver, please untie me, you are scaring me.” You pleaded in a tiny voice, hoping to summon what was left of the goodness he had tucked away deep in his heart. In response the male only chuckled and shook his head as he placed a small kiss against your neck, causing you to shiver in discomfort and disgust while you were mentally debating whether you wanted to kill him or your ex boyfriend first. Soon your spiteful thoughts were replaced by panic when your captor brought his hand to your t-shirt and started unclasping the small buttons one by one. You couldn’t help but turn red from embarassment the moment you felt your nipples harden under his palm and you became painfully aware you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. Your former friend had your tender breasts exposed to the cold air in a matter of seconds, his terrible fingers already pinching and pulling at the erect tips. “You have such pretty tits, darling.” He said huskily while squeezing your boobs, licking and biting the stretched skin. You hissed in pain and squirmed in a desperate attempt to move away but the rope was holding you in place, tightening around your sore injured wrists even more.

“I have wanted you for so long, angel.” The student admitted quietly, his stormy eyes fixed on yours, his stare so intense it could burn a hole through you. “Tonight I will make you mine.” Oliver declared with a clear sense of confidence and claimed your lips in a quick rough manner, muffling your pitiful whimpers like a man starved and hungry for flesh. The forced kiss and his deranged words made your stomach turn but something in his longing gaze told you there was a lot more in store. The guess, much to your horror, was soon confirmed when the dark - haired male reached down between your parted legs and easily slipped your panties down to your ankles. With your last bit of protection gone you felt awfully vulnerable, literally naked in front of the beast too keen on the past to see how much he was hurting you right now, in the present. You wanted to scream the second his fat grabby fingers pried your folds open, but choking on your desperate sobs proved easier at that moment.

“Aww, don’t cry, angel.” Oliver growled playfully and slid his index into your tight entrance, quickly adding a second one before you had the time to adjust properly. “I have to prepare you, baby, otherwise my cock may just tear you apart.” He remarked in low sickening voice, the excuse too crude and vulgar to be an act of caring. You whined as your walls clenched down tight now that there were three fingers stretching your hole, and you berely managed to utter “too full” before your friend pulled you for a deep kiss again, his tongue devouring your mouth, leaving you breathless and queit while sucking in the sweet pained moans. “You can take it, babygirl.” The man groaned against your swollen red lips and grabbed your hips in a strong hold - you were sure there would be purple bruises there tomorrow.

Eventually, after half an hour of pushing his fingers in and out of your channel, lapping at your neck and leaving wet love marks all over your collarbone, the student was satisfied with his work. He had turned you into a whimpering mess and was ready to thoroughly enjoy the fruits of his labor, whether you liked it or not. “I am going to put it in now, precious.” Oliver pecked you on the cheek just to lick the salty trace of tears off your puffy skin. “I will force my whole length in your perfect little pussy.” Your captor bit your sensitive earlobe and you broke down in tears like a kid, the threat ringing in your ears like the gospel. “This might hurt a bit so I advise you to stay still and relax, baby.” The way the man continued casually, almost cheerfully, as if he wasn’t about to brutally rape you, made your skin crawl, but there was nothing you could do. You were all tied up, powerless to stop him. Suddenly, without any warning, his hard thick member entered you, piercing pain spreading through your whole body. The student panted in pleasure as soon as he thrust his manhood into your heat, the way it sucked him in leaving him high and blissful. You let a few miserable whimpers, the ache too much to bear, his moves too harsh, sudden and deep.

“Don’t give me such a-agh tormented expression, my love.” Oliver quickly shushed you by putting his hand over your mouth and pressing down to prevent any noise that might have escaped. His gaze was lustful, insane, but also loving in a twisted, perverse way. “Fuck, I love you so much.” He muttered, his voice gentle for a split second before going back to being taunting and mocking. “I used to be so angry each and every time you dated another guy, another asshole who was only after your body.” The man was rambling now, his face turning red at his own vicious thoughts, his growing anger reflecting in his cloudy pupils and his painful thrusts. “You always chose them over me like a stupid little bitch ...” He whispered dangerously and lifted your body towards his own so you could take his hits even deeper, so deep that you could feel the tip of his member kissing your cervix. “Well, now you don’t have a choice, angel. I have claimed you and I will keep you here forever.” You were crying out in agony, your pussy clamping down around the enormous length slapping again and again against your core. It burned so bad you wished you could dissapear somewhere far away just so you could have a moment of relief. “Oh, sweetheart, I know it hurts, but it’s almost over, you can take it for me, right?” The male cooed at you, switching back to that disgusting, infantilizing baby voice you had already grown to despise. When you failed to respond he gripped your throat, squeezing so tightly blood rushed to your cheeks and you inhaled sharply though your mouth only to feel the suffocation cut your breath short. “Answer me.” He barked through gritted teeth and you nodded frantically, desperate to gasp for air and cling onto dear life.

“Good girl.” Your former friend purred, pleased with your obedience, and let go of your neck, grabbing your hips instead. You coughed and drooled pathetically until you managed to resume your breathing, but the man, still buried deep inside you, seemed too caught up in chasing his own pleasure to notice how badly he had hurt you. Fortunately for you Oliver was really close, that much was obvious by his furious shoves at your abused cervix and his low growls each time he lowered his head to kiss you. Soon he came with a loud moan, painting your walls white, your ruined hole dripping with his seed and your blood.

Your captor seemed satisfied afterwards, peaceful in a way - there was a small smile adorining his cold lips as he wiped the tears off your face and squished your bruised body against his strong frame in a tight hug. You bit your tongue to stop the tears from overflowing once again, but to no avail. He let you sob in his arms until there wasn’t liquid left in your red, puffy eyes.

“You did very well, my love. I am really proud of you.” Oliver kissed your temple gently, resisting the temptation to graze you all over again with his lips, tongue and fingers. “I will help you clean up, then I will fix you some nice dinner.” He murmured in your ear, tickling the heirs on the back of your neck with his warm breath. “Doesn’t this sound good, baby?”

You closed your eyes and nodded slowly.

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rubysunnday · 4 years

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Favourite Brother

A/N: not gonna lie, I am terrified to post this because there is no established community for a bridgerton sister like there is with peaky blinders but into the unknown we go

Y/N Bridgerton is based off my own character who is Daphne’s twin sister (there’s a whole thing in my head as to why her name begins with a C, but i digress) and is, technically, the eldest daughter but is never seen that way.

If she was being completely honest, making her debut into society at the same time as her twin sister was probably one of the worst things Y/N Bridgerton could have done. Ultimately, it was down to her mother to make the decision and no matter how much Y/N - and Eloise - begged for her to postpone her coming out for a year, her mother was insistent (Eloise’s begging had been so that none of the attention next season would be on her).

Y/N knew that her first season out in society wasn’t going to go well. She had Daphne as a sister for heaven’s sake - despite being older than her by a whole five minutes (a fact her oldest brother, Anthony, seemed to keep conveniently forgetting) - Y/N Bridgerton was merely a twinkle compared to the explosion that was her twin sister.

The Queen had offered Y/N a most gracious remark alongside her sister but it felt as if it was merely to balance out the scales - as if she didn’t truly mean it.

But, deep down, she hadn’t wanted to believe that she was merely a cast off. That she was just Daphne’s sister and was nothing more.

Her first ball, however, solidified the feeling she’d had for a while. That she was nothing more than Daphne’s sister in the eyes of the ton. Daphne was the season’s diamond. Y/N was merely a geode waiting to be split open. Unassuming on the outside but magnificent on the inside.

Y/N stared after her brother and Daphne as they wandered around the room, eyeing out appropriate suitors (which, according to Anthony, didn’t exist in that ballroom).

“Dearest,” Violet said, placing a hand on her daughter’s arm, noticing her fury, “shall we go get some lemonade?”

Y/N had a childish urge to grab a cup of lemonade and pour it over her brother’s head but swallowed it down, forcing a pleasant smile to her face. She turned to her mother and nodded.

“Anthony means well -”

“Mother,” Y/N grounded out. She really did not want to talk about her eldest brother.

“He means well,” Violet repeated, handing her daughter a glass of lemonade, “he’s just fiercely protective of you all.”

“Everyone except me, you mean?” Y/N corrected, giving her mother a hard stare. Y/N sighed and slumped against the wall. “I know he does,” she said quietly, almost not wanting to admit it. “But it’s almost as if he doesn’t realise I’m here.”

Violet nodded. “I know. But he wants the best for you - we all do.”

“Yet the best simply are not here in this ballroom tonight, are they?” Y/N countered, giving her mother a raise of the eyebrows. “He and Daphne are walking around the room, eyeing up every suitor in that room and where am I? Hiding at the back by the drinks table like a wallflower.”

Violet put a hand on Y/N’s arm in sympathy for there weren’t many words she could offer her daughter that would be of any comfort. She knew the feeling of being a wallflower all too well.

“Y/N! Why are you skulking back here?”

It was almost as if a light switched on behind Y/N’s eyes at the sound of her brother’s voice. She turned and smiled at Colin as he, and Benedict, approached her, weaving through the ambitious mama’s and their debutantes and studiously avoiding making eye contact with any of them.

“Anthony has eyes for Daff and Daff only,” Y/N replied, standing on her tiptoes to hug Colin and then Benedict. They’d inherited the Bridgerton good looks and the Bridgerton height. Something Y/N and her five foot four height was all too jealous of.

Colin smiled sympathetically at his sister, knowing full well what she meant. He held out his arm to her, ever the gentleman. “Well, shall we go promenade around the room?”

Y/N giggled as she excepted Colin’s arm. She then looked up expectantly at Benedict who gave her the iconic Bridgerton smile (one Y/N had mastered too) and he offered his arm to her too.

The three of them began a deliberately slow walk around the edge of the room.

“You do realise everyone’s looking at you?” Colin whispered, a cheeky grin on his face.

Y/N, for the first time that night, felt all the attention on her. Every suitor watched her as she passed by and all offered a smile.

But, deep down, she knew she was second best. And she refused to settle for that.

“Not that we’d let you pick any of them,” Benedict added quickly. “None of them are suitable.”

Y/N swallowed her urge to groan, counted to five in her head and looked at Benedict. “You sound just like Anthony.”

“Well, someone has to,” Benedict replied giving her a smile that had made many a woman swoon in the past.

She didn’t understand why. Well, Benedict was her brother. Whenever he smiled at her she just remembered the time he’d left a fish in her bed and she’d retaliated by leaving numerous frogs in his room.

The sibling prank war of 1805 had been a dangerous one. Y/N had fallen down the stairs and ended up with a concussion and Benedict had ended up with a long, and loud, lecture from Anthony about the dangers of trip wires near staircases.

“Oh, there’s Anthony and Daphne,” Colin murmured, noticing them on the other side of the room.

“Daff!” Benedict called, all but dragging Y/N over to the,

Y/n, who’s arm was in Benedict’s, didn’t have much choice to follow and neither did Colin as Y/N wasn’t about to let her buffer leave anytime soon.

Anthony looked up at them as they approached but his eyes narrowed slightly when he saw Y/N in the middle of them.

“Have you been looking for suitors?” Anthony asked, his stare narrowing even more when he noticed someone eyeing Y/N over her shoulder.

“Did Mother tell you yet?” Colin asked Daphne, saving Y/N from having to talk to Anthony and conveniently turning the conversation away from her. “I’m to start my tour in Greece.”

“Oh, Greece, that sounds wonderful,” Y/N said, both her and Daphne making a similar remark. Daphne and Y/N glanced at one another and giggled.

Anthony’s eyes widened as he looked up. “On guard!”

It was an instant change. All five of them suddenly had anywhere else to be and they all turned around, fully intent on heading to literally any other corner of the room.

“No escape,” Colin muttered as they heard the formidable Lady Danbury’s cane hit the floor loudly.

“Too late,” Lady Danbury called. “I already noted you.”

Her words were followed by a loud thump of her cane. Startled, Y/N stepped back in Benedict and accidentally stood on his foot. She lost her footing, wobbled, and fell even further back into her brother.

Benedict, to his credit, let out a soft grunt as his sister impacted him, but then managed to right her and stand her back up on her own feet without drawing Lady Danbury’s attention.

“Lady Danbury!” Benedict, Anthony and Colin all greeted at once, all bowing in sync as if they were performing.

Y/N and Daphne curtsied slightly at the older woman.

Lady Danbury’s eyes rested on the two girls. “I’ve yet to see either one of you on the dance floor,” she said, her eyes narrowing even more.

“We’re biding our time,” Anthony cut in.

“We?” Y/N whispered under her breath, sparing Anthony a glare that would’ve turned lesser men to stone.

Apparently Lady Danbury had heard that but, to her credit, said nothing. If anything her usually steely glare softened ever so slightly when she looked at Y/N.

“You poor girls,” Lady Danbury muttered, shaking her head. “I always knew I liked you two for a reason,” she added, eyeing Daphne and Y/N as they both gave Anthony a disdainful, joint glare (one the two girls had hoped she’d missed but, as usual, Lady Danbury never missed anything.) “As for the rest of you.... hmmph.”

And with that, Lady Danbury vanished off to torture some other poor soul.

Benedict stared after her with an offended expression. “Hmmph? Hmmph?” He echoed. “Is that all she could come up with? Hmmph?”

Y/N smiled to herself. “She likes us,” she said, looking at Daphne with a smile.

Daphne smiled back at her sister. “Yes, it would appear she does.”

Benedict grunted. “You can have her.”

Y/N elbowed Benedict in the ribs and her brother let out a rather loud grunt - one that had numerous nearby partygoers look over to wonder what was happening.

“For that, you can dance with me,” Benedict muttered, grabbing Y/N’s hand and all but dragging her away from the safety of Colin and Daphne and onto the dance floor.

“You hate dancing,” Y/N said as she struggled to keep up with her brother. she was suddenly spun onto the dance floor and somehow managed to keep her footing.

Benedict put his arm on her waist and gave her a level stare. “I also hate being paraded around by our Mother,” he said, nodding his head behind him.

Y/N leaned past him and saw Colin being unwillingly paraded around the room by their Mother. Colin, ever the gentleman, was putting a smile on and greeting every single debutante. But he did look up at Benedict and Y/N and give them a very ungentlemanly glare.

Y/N let out a very unladylike snort and laughed. Benedict rolled his eyes.

The music began and the two began dancing around the obnoxious looking floral arrangement in the centre of the floor. Neither one said anything for a moment - focusing on the music and ensuring they were getting the steps right.

“Thank you,” Y/N said quietly.

She’d noticed her mother, Daphne and Anthony leave a few moments earlier and whilst Daphne had given her a sister an apologetic look and her mother had ensured Colin was going to get her home safely, Anthony had marched off without a second glance.

Benedict frowned. He twirled Y/N twice and then resumed the proper position. “Whatever for?”

Y/N smiled up at him and for the first time that night, felt as if she was enjoying herself. “For being my favourite brother and saving the day.”

“I’m your favourite?” Benedict asked, tilting his head to the side in a curious gesture.

Y/N hit his arm. Hard. “Don’t ruin the moment,” she replied as the song ended.

They bowed to one another as the dance ended and then moved off the dance floor. Y/N suddenly wrapped her arms around Benedict’s neck and hugged him tightly.

Benedict, surprised by the sudden show of sibling love, slowly returned the hug with a confused expression.

“Thank you for making this night worth it,” Y/N whispered in his ear.

Benedict hadn’t been oblivious to the way Anthony glossed over his sister. Whilst it was probably unintentional - everyone knew that Anthony Bridgerton would die for his family - he hadn’t missed the hurt look in Y/N’s eyes.

Benedict smiled and ruffled Y/N’s hair as best he could without messing up the intricate updo. “Always, sister.”

Colin, impeccable timing as always, then happened to walk into Y/N, backwards, almost dropped the lemonade he was carrying and ruined the entire moment. Y/N fell forward into Benedict and Benedict fell back a step trying to catch his sister and his brother. Benedict had then slapped Colin on the back of the head.

But according to those around the ballroom, Colin had been clumsy on purpose to try and cheer up his sister. Which had worked.

#bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton!sister #sister!reader #platonic imagine #bridgerton imagine

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nctsworld · 4 years

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gifts galore

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SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ you and jaehyun agree to not exchange any gifts this christmas, yet both of you break your agreement for the better. // part of the x-mas in ncity collection WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ ‌smut,‌ costume/roleplaying (sexy mrs. claus outfit), playful dirty talk, unprotected s*x, f*ngering, couch s*x, mentions of alcohol/drinking, established relationship ‌ ‌ RATING‌ ‌⇾‌ mature

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Snuggling underneath a blanket on the couch by the crackling fireplace, you and Jaehyun are casually watching a Christmas movie in your new apartment. His hand listlessly switches between playing with your hair and lovingly rubbing your shoulder.

You beam happily, absolutely content about your updated living situation and being with your one and only on Christmas Eve, and soon to be Christmas in half an hour or so.

Breaking apart from his arms momentarily, you sit up to reach the coffee table. You refill your empty glass with wine. Noticing the one beside it is empty too, you pour a splash in, assuming the owner will want some more.

“Thanks, babe,” Jaehyun coos, his fingers brushing over the bottom of your back.

You’ve known each other long enough to know what the other wants without exchanging a word. Needless to say, you and Jaehyun were a perfect fit on every level. You couldn’t ask for anything more from him.

Taking a sip, you gaze over at the little Christmas tree set up in the corner of the room and pout at the sight of the empty space surrounding it.

Because you two spent so much on the new place, money was tighter than usual, so you mutually agreed to not exchange any gifts this year. It hurt you so much since you loved seeing Jaehyun’s face light up brighter than Christmas lights when he unwrapped his presents.

Despite the agreement, you may have had one small gift hidden up your sleeve.

You check your phone for the time. 11:48 PM reflects back at you. With a sly nibble of your lip, you rest your drink back onto the table and snuggle once more with your beloved for another several minutes.

At the stroke of midnight (which you know from constantly checking your phone), you glance upwards.

“Merry Christmas, Jaehyun,” you whisper softly. His rosy cheeks rise and his dimples show; the smile he gives you meets his starry eyes.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

He cranes his neck to capture your lips, delving into a sweet embrace. Your hand lays on his firm chest while he rests his palm atop your cheek. Parting the kiss, you’re both forehead to forehead, sharing this moment amidst the warm atmosphere. However, without a word, you depart from his body and bolt towards the bedroom. Jaehyun’s left on the couch with ruffled eyebrows.

As he opens his mouth to say something, you call out from the bedroom. “I know we said no gifts this year, but I sorta maybe have a teeny, tiny gift this year...”

He chides you with a holler of your name. “I thought we both agreed—”

“You know I can’t help myself, okay? And anyway—”

Jaehyun’s jaw immediately drops.

You’re leaning on the doorframe with your hand stretched on the wood beside your head, donning a fitting, strapless red dress with white fleece trimming at the top and bottom, which barely covers your uncovered goods, and a Santa hat as the cherry on top.

“I thought you’d like this,” you shrug, feigning innocence. Looking off to one side, you twirl some hair around your finger. “It was cheap, so it’s not like a big gift—”

Suddenly, Jaehyun’s lips cut you off. His body presses up against yours, barring you between the doorframe and himself. A hand snakes up your thigh and, with a little help from the lack of fabric, his hand quickly grasps your bare ass.

His kisses are eager and hungry, and when he desires more of you, he captures your neck. Your eyelids tremble, head leaning back on the doorframe.

“You really didn’t have to get me anything, you know,” Jaehyun mumbles into your skin. He’s now moved onto your exposed shoulders, but never forgetting to squeeze your ass throughout. “Not that I’m complaining...”

“Do you like it?” you moan aloud as Jaehyun leaves chaste kisses across the top of your chest. You already foresee the answer from his reactions, but you yearn to hear it explicitly. He brings his face up to you once more.

“Of course.” And his lips find a home upon yours again. The pressure against your hips strengthens and you’re certain he’s about to reward you with an emerging present of his own.

“Now, Mrs. Claus...” he says in between kisses. Light giggles let loose from you.

“Have I been on the naughty or nice list this year?” You inhale his question with his forehead against yours.

“Definitely naughty.”

He cocks his head to the side and his fingers dance away from your ass towards the front of your thighs.

“How can I prove to you that I’ve been a good boy?”

Said fingers are now being dragged along your thigh, upward to your arousal. Your breaths become shallower, thoughts melting fast from his touch, but you hone your focus, wanting to make this a proper gift for Jaehyun.

“I can think of a few ways…”

Hurriedly, you take his wrist and lead him back to the couch. You playfully push him by the chest to sit down. Your seated love feasts his eyes on you taking your time to straddle him.

For the longest time, your lips intertwine deeply, as if your lips are soldered together. Hands flounder over every part of your body, only intensifying the craving for you both. Exhausted from kissing, Jaehyun draws back and strips off his shirt with ease, perspired from both the passion and the fireplace.

Rising yourself off his thighs to devour his neck, your burning desire hangs overhead his own. Taking the opportunity, he slides a digit over it and you sigh into his touch.

“I don’t think Mr. Claus would appreciate you touching what’s his,” you tease, nibbling on his ear lobe with your hands resting on his chest.

“You’re mine, and you know it,” he growls half-seriously. Without warning, Jaehyun swiftly releases his touch to grip onto your ass and waist, then lays you on your backside onto the couch. He hovers over you with fierce eyes and directly sticks two fingers into you.

Your hat drops over the arm rest and onto the floor as your back arches from the immediate delight. Ardently, Jaehyun’s free hand pulls down the top half of your dress and your tits are pleased by his heavenly mouth.

“Am I a good boy yet?” he asks on the way towards your other breast, hot breath searing your supple skin.

“F-fuck,” You shake your head, desperate for more. “Not quite, ah—”

Responding to your words, Jaehyun’s wrist fires up. The muscles in his arm flex greatly alongside the acceleration of his thrusting digits, and yet, he’s still maintaining the puckering around your acute nub. The excitement builds in your chest and delicate moans develop into harsh groans.

“Babe, babe,” you call out, pausing the roleplay talk. Your fingers are falling weak within his hair and upon his arm, losing strength by the second. “I don’t want to come just yet. This is all for you, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

With one last inhale of your chest, he then hangs his head overs yours.

“Seeing you in pleasure is a gift in itself, honey,” Jaehyun states gently.

Behind your half-lidded eyes, you notice Jaehyun’s fixed stare, not deterring eye contact with you whatsoever. Despite the lust, your love plants a kiss atop of your forehead.

“Now, come for me and I’ll show you how good I can be to you.”

Embracing his relieving reassurance, you relax into his touch and unwind over his full fingers. After you’re fulfilled, Jaehyun tastes your slick off his fingers with a wink prior to the undressing of his pants.

Finally bare, your sight wavers between his beautiful figure and his equally beautiful cock as he lines up with your entrance. When his possession disappears entirely, engulfing within your desire, you simultaneously moan at the initial gratification.

Your beloved’s grip is safe around your waist, feeling the downy fabric of the dress still scrunched around your body.

Jaehyun drinks in everything—your face drenched in delectation, the constant bouncing of your bosoms happening in tandem with his deep plunges, his name spilling sweetly from your pretty lips, and the raw pleasure of it all.

He braces a hand onto the arm rest next to your head. Looking up at him, you bring your hands that were gripping tightly onto the couch towards his cheeks, cupping them.

“I can’t believe you’re all mine,” he utters. His spare hand moves towards your sprawled upper arm, rubbing the tender muscles. You nod, whimpering in agreement.

“Are you all mine?” you moan unevenly, intoxicated by the passion.

Jaehyun nods too with hazy eyes, running fingers through his mussy hair to view you clearly.

“Of course, of course...”

The kiss you share is overpowering, as if he was kissing you upon every inch of your body all at once. Flares flood over your body, but they’re not stopping anytime soon.

Following more fondling of one another’s bodies and the never ending orgasms he consistently draws out of you, Jaehyun can only last so much and eventually stirs, his pleasure reaching the brim and pouring onto your inner thigh.

Like clockwork, Jaehyun is quick to clean-up you and himself, and the two of you lay on the couch with him spooning your backside. You both agree to no blanket since each of you are sweltering because of the fireplace, in addition to what you just endured.

“If you think you’re going on the nice list after that, you’re wrong,” you pant, glancing over your shoulder slyly. “That was naughty from head to toe.”

Jaehyun pecks the back of your head, stuffing his nose in your hair.

“Coal is worth the price of having you.”

He hugs you tightly and you burst into a flutter of giggles as he kisses the crook of your neck.

Morning comes and you’re surprised to not find Jaehyun in bed with you, especially after the tiring events from last night. In your pajamas, you tread towards the living room and see him in his knitted black sweater by the kitchen counter on his phone. He glimpses up, grinning ear to ear, and places his phone down.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he greets, walking to you.

“Jae, why are you up so ea—”

Your gaze falls upon the Christmas tree in the corner and you notice a gift box as tall as a book. Puzzled, you make your way over.

“To get back at you for your gift last night,” he says next to you beside the tree and watches your next moves carefully. “I got you a little something too.”

You laugh as you unravel the large bow, thinking it’s likely a joke gift he often does or, on the other hand, maybe more lingerie since he loved the way it looked on (and off) you.

However, your breathing stills and your entirety stiffens.

A tiny velvet box is inside, with a folded piece of paper leaning against it.

One of your hands darts to your mouth, covering it. Shaking slightly, you peer up at Jaehyun.

He nods softly, urging you to continue.

You read the letter addressed to you quietly to yourself:

“Can you believe this is the fifth Christmas we’re spending together? Time flies by so fast, and this is our first Christmas in our own place. Hopefully the first of many!

I’m always grateful to spend the holidays with you and I couldn’t imagine anyone else to spend it with. I know it’s cliché, but I mean it when I say you mean the world to me. I can’t ask for a better gift than being with you.

On the topic of gifts, I know you might be disappointed that we agreed on no presents this year, but please don’t hate me for going against my word (if you want, you can gift me something from Boxing Day and we’ll call it even).

I’ve been waiting to give you this gift for a really long time...

I hope you like it.

Merry Christmas, my dearest.

Love,

Jaehyun ♡”

As you lift your head, tears blur your vision and you can’t stop them from falling. You try your best to muster up the biggest smile and squeak a simple, “Yes!”

The love of your life chuckles tenderly, caressing your cheeks in his palms. His thumbs swipe away the oncoming waterworks. “Honey, you didn’t even open the box yet.”

“I don’t need to. I have x-ray vision,” you joke. “My answer is yes.”

“You sure?” he asks. Even with the fog in your eyes, you see a sliver of worry and rejection flash by on Jaehyun’s face. You’re nodding fervently, not wanting him to doubt your love for even a second.

His expression fades and he gently grabs the letter and box out of your hands. Getting onto one knee, Jaehyun opens the velvet box, revealing the not-so surprising sparkling ring. He holds your hand in his and slowly places the ring on your left finger.

It’s a perfect fit.

Jaehyun stands up, still cherishing your hand in his. You’re enraptured by the light hitting the gemstone, twinkling back at you like a familiar smile.

“Guess we’re even now?”

Sniffling, you shake your head at Jaehyun before you wipe the tears away with the back of your hand. “I’m definitely getting you a proper gift tomorrow.”

Neither of you are aware of it and will find out later that day, but snow begins to fall outside at about the exact moment you lock eyes.

You take a deep breath, trying your best to sound as normal as you can, as if you weren’t just bawling your eyes out.

“I love you, Jaehyun.”

Your love moves some of the stray strands of hair out of your face and whispers:

“And I love you.”

The next kiss is ardent and heartfelt. A kiss you’ve shared with Jaehyun many times before, but it’s a little different than the rest.

It’s a kiss that signals the new beginnings for you and Jaehyun.

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weirwoodking · 3 years

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I have a small headcanon that Sansa has already skinchanged into a bird without her knowledge once before. This passage about Marillion in the sky cells in particular:

“When she closed her eyes she could see him in his sky cell, huddled in a corner away from the cold black sky, crouched beneath a fur with his woodharp cradled against his chest.”

What do you think?

Oh, absolutely. I do think that she’s experienced her powers in some way, she just hasn’t thought about them.

George does leave these little subtle hints in the text that point to the Stark kids abilities, the earliest being in chapter one:

Halfway across the bridge, Jon pulled up suddenly.

“What is it, Jon?” their lord father asked.

“Can’t you hear it?”

Bran could hear the wind in the trees, the clatter of their hooves on the ironwood planks, the whimpering of his hungry pup, but Jon was listening to something else.

“There,” Jon said. He swung his horse around and galloped back across the bridge. They watched him dismount where the direwolf lay dead in the snow, watched him kneel. A moment later he was riding back to them, smiling.

“He must have crawled away from the others,” Jon said. (Bran I, AGOT)

While on horseback, and halfway across the bridge, already far away from where a mute direwolf puppy was, Jon was able to “hear” him. Obviously, he didn’t hear Ghost, he sensed him. Already, he was bonded with Ghost, even though this was about a year and half before Jon had his first “true” wolf dream. And furthermore, it takes a while before he’s able to clearly remember these dreams:

The wolf dreams had been growing stronger, and he found himself remembering them even when awake. (Jon I, ADWD)

So, yes, I definitely think that Sansa could already be having skinchanging dreams with a bird/birds. She just might not remember it. Also, she doesn’t have to have been having direct dreams, but moments of using the bird’s senses. Not fully in the animal, just sharing it’s space for a moment.

Unlike the sh*w, where skinchanging is an on/off switch (you’re either inside the animal or not inside the animal), skinchanging in the books is more nuanced. Jon is able to brush his hand up against Ghost and tap into the wolf’s senses, without fully warging him. He can even taste blood in his mouth after Ghost kills, and he can feel the wolf’s hunger. The most notable instance of this “one mind in two bodies simultaneously” thing is with Arya and the Braavos street cat:

That night she dreamed she was a wolf again, but it was different from the other dreams. In this dream she had no pack. She prowled alone, bounding over rooftops and padding silently beside the banks of a canal, stalking shadows through the fog. (Cat of the Canals, AFFC)

The tavern was near empty, and she was able to claim a quiet corner not far from the fire. No sooner had she settled there and crossed her legs than something brushed up against her thigh. "You again?" said the blind girl. She scratched his head behind one ear, and the cat jumped up into her lap and began to purr. Braavos was full of cats, and no place more than Pynto's. The old pirate believed they brought good luck and kept his tavern free of vermin. "You know me, don't you?" she whispered. Cats were not fooled by a mummer's moles. They remembered Cat of the Canals.

[...]

The Lyseni took the table nearest to the fire and spoke quietly over cups of black tar rum, keeping their voices low so no one could overhear. But she was no one and she heard most every word. And for a time it seemed that she could see them too, through the slitted yellow eyes of the tomcat purring in her lap. One was old and one was young and one had lost an ear, but all three had the white-blond hair and smooth fair skin of Lys, where the blood of the old Freehold still ran strong. (The Blind Girl, ADWD)

"It is good to know. This is two. Is there a third?"

"Yes. I know that you're the one who has been hitting me." Her stick flashed out, and cracked against his fingers, sending his own stick clattering to the floor.

The priest winced and snatched his hand back. "And how could a blind girl know that?"

I saw you. "I gave you three. I don't need to give you four." Maybe on the morrow she would tell him about the cat that had followed her home last night from Pynto's, the cat that was hiding in the rafters, looking down on them. Or maybe not. If he could have secrets, so could she. (The Blind Girl, ADWD)

While Arya is not fully outside of her body and in the body of the cat, she’s able to use the cat’s eyes as her own. And she isn’t even aware that she’s doing it, it’s just occurring naturally. I do believe that the same cat she dreams as in AFFC is the tomcat that she sees through in ADWD.

So, yes, I do believe that Sansa could be looking through the eyes of a bird. She’s just not aware of it.

It does seem like the Stark kids are much more powerful than the average skinchangers/wargs, immediately bonding to the wolves without realizing it, and already connecting with other animals. Arya is able to warg Nymeria from an entirely separate continent, which probably isn’t standard behavior, especially not for someone who doesn’t even know what they’re doing and has no training. Even Varamyr, a man who has mastered the control of five animals, recognizes Jon’s power:

The gift was strong in Snow, but the youth was untaught, still fighting his nature when he should have gloried in it. (Prologue, ADWD)

So, the Starks seem to be pretty powerful. And that includes Sansa, as GRRM has confirmed that she is still a skinchanger, meaning that he’s definitely going to have a bond with an animal at some point. It would make sense for him to have already been leaving little hints about it.

A very important component to Sansa’s character, which could be affecting her skinchanging powers, is her memory. The way that Sansa’s mind has coped with her trauma is by suppressing and rewriting certain distressing, scarring, and confusing memories. This is something that all the Stark kids do, in different levels. For example, Bran believes that Rickon intentionally suppresses the memory of Ned being dead:

"Tell Robb I want him to come home," said Rickon. "He can bring his wolf home too, and Mother and Father." Though he knew Lord Eddard was dead, sometimes Rickon forgot... willfully, Bran suspected. (Bran V, ACOK)

Bran himself does this as well:

The dream he'd had... the dream Summer had had... No, I mustn't think about that dream. He had not even told the Reeds, though Meera at least seemed to sense that something was wrong. If he never talked of it maybe he could forget he ever dreamed it, and then it wouldn't have happened and Robb and Grey Wind would still be... (Bran IV, ASOS)

Sansa does this the most out of her siblings, it’s her primary coping mechanism. One example is how remembers (or tries not to remember) Jeyne Poole:

Sansa did not know what had happened to Jeyne, who had disappeared from her rooms afterward, never to be mentioned again. She tried not to think of them too often, yet sometimes the memories came unbidden, and then it was hard to hold back the tears. (Sansa II, ACOK)

She tries to not to think of her, because it’s too traumatic for her to do so.

Another example is how she’s trying to process the situations she’s in at the Eyrie.

I am not your daughter, she thought. I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard's daughter and Lady Catelyn's, the blood of Winterfell. She did not say it, though. If not for Petyr Baelish it would have been Sansa who went spinning through a cold blue sky to stony death six hundred feet below, instead of Lysa Arryn. He is so bold. Sansa wished she had his courage. She wanted to crawl back into bed and hide beneath her blanket, to sleep and sleep. She had not slept a whole night through since Lysa Arryn's death. (Sansa I, AFFC)

He is serving me lies as well, Sansa realized. They were comforting lies, though, and she thought them kindly meant. A lie is not so bad if it is kindly meant. If only she believed them...

The things her aunt had said just before she fell still troubled Sansa greatly. "Ravings," Petyr called them. "My wife was mad, you saw that for yourself." And so she had. All I did was build a snow castle, and she meant to push me out the Moon Door. Petyr saved me. He loved my mother well, and...

And her? How could she doubt it? He had saved her.

He saved Alayne, his daughter, a voice within her whispered. But she was Sansa too... and sometimes it seemed to her that the Lord Protector was two people as well. He was Petyr, her protector, warm and funny and gentle... but he was also Littlefinger, the lord she'd known at King's Landing, smiling slyly and stroking his beard as he whispered in Queen Cersei's ear. And Littlefinger was no friend of hers. When Joff had her beaten, the Imp defended her, not Littlefinger. When the mob sought to rape her, the Hound carried her to safety, not Littlefinger. When the Lannisters wed her to Tyrion against her will, Ser Garlan the Gallant gave her comfort, not Littlefinger. Littlefinger never lifted so much as his little finger for her.

Except to get me out. He did that for me. I thought it was Ser Dontos, my poor old drunken Florian, but it was Petyr all the while. Littlefinger was only a mask he had to wear. Only sometimes Sansa found it hard to tell where the man ended and the mask began. Littlefinger and Lord Petyr looked so very much alike. She would have fled them both, perhaps, but there was nowhere for her to go. Winterfell was burned and desolate, Bran and Rickon dead and cold. Robb had been betrayed and murdered at the Twins, along with their lady mother. Tyrion had been put to death for killing Joffrey, and if she ever returned to King's Landing the queen would have her head as well. The aunt she'd hoped would keep her safe had tried to murder her instead. Her uncle Edmure was a captive of the Freys, while her great-uncle the Blackfish was under siege at Riverrun. I have no place but here, Sansa thought miserably, and no true friend but Petyr. (Sansa I, AFFC)

Sansa knows deep down (not even that deep, just down) that Petyr is untrustworthy. She knows he’s fed her lies, but she wants to believe them. She wants to be able to trust him. She wants to feel like she can be safe with him. She wants to be safe. It bothers me a lot whenever people say Sansa is “stupid” for trusting Petyr, or “uncaring” for not thinking often of Jeyne. She isn’t stupid or uncaring, she’s a traumatized thirteen year old whose brain is trying to cope with what she’s gone through and what she’s currently going through.

So, she has built a wall. And behind that wall are the memories of Lysa’s death, the truth about Jon Arryn’s murder, and Jeyne Poole. I think it would make sense if skinchanging, something that involves the mind, is also something that she’s subconsciously repressing. I talked about this sometime a while ago, but I believe that a big moment for Sansa in TWOW is going to be her confronting her memories. And most significantly, confronting Baelish about what happened to Jeyne Poole and exposing the truth of Jon Arryn and Lysa’s deaths. Thus, defeating Littlefinger, the mockingbird.

It would make sense if this coincided with her skinchanging abilities truly awakening. As her mind opens, her powers become stronger. I’m pretty deadset on Sansa’s bird being a falcon, not just for the House Arryn connection and because she’s gone hawking with a falcon before, but also because of the symbolism. Falcons symbolize “vision, freedom, and victory. Hence, it also connotes salvation to those who are in bondage whether moral, emotional, or spiritual”. I think that Sansa bonding with a falcon and “flying free” would be perfect for the conclusion of her caged bird arc.

Sorry, this got really long, it just kind of turned into all my thoughts about how skinchanger-Sansa might come to be in TWOW. I think it’s going to be an important part of her story, as you don’t just give four of your POV characters the ability to control animals with their minds and not have that matter. (And, it’s already an important part of Jon, Arya, and Bran’s stories, so it most likely will be for Sansa, too.)

#asoiaf #asoiaf meta #sansa stark #twow #the winds of winter #twow speculation #asoiaf speculation #long post #ask #jeynearrynofthevale

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tfwlawyers · 3 years

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Not me singlehandedly going through your entire parent trap au I’m so invested even though like half of the posts are from 2015 💀

THESE THINGS HAPPEN I get such a kick out of knowing this au is still making its rounds though 😭😭

and yk what just because I know I’m never going to do anything else with this, have a 3.5k attempted scramble of fic for this au I tried writing back also in 2015. i was even less of a writer back then than I am now so it’s absolutely terrible but have at thee

“Oh, wait...” Trucy winced and tapped her earring. Apollo’s eyes widened in realization. “Looks like we have one more thing to do tonight - it’ll be super quick, I promise.”

“Oh no,” Apollo said, visibly paling, “there’s no way you’re doing that to me-”

“Then cutting my hair was a total waste,” Trucy huffed, tugging at a newly shorn lock, “because there’s no way I can go to camp with pierced ears and come home without. Come on, Polly, where’s your sense of adventure? It’s just one little pinch!”

“Just one?” he asked hesitantly, eyes now trained on the sharp needle laying on the table.

Trucy paused. “Well... I guess it’s technically two. I really only wear the one earring, but both my ears are pierced.”

Apollo sighed. “Great.”

“Nah, I got this,” Trucy said, grinning toothily. “I went with Aunt Maya when she wanted to get hers pierced, even though she chickened out at the last second.” She picked up the needle and a book of matches from the table, eyes glinting. “I had to get mine repierced because of infection the first time too. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

“Put that apple slice back,” Apollo said, narrowing his eyes at the piece of fruit in Trucy’s hands. “They’re acidic, I don’t need that anywhere near me and oh God you’re really going to shove a piece of metal into my ear, aren’t you-”

“You sure I look okay?” he asked, patting down the skirt. He squinted down at the stark white boots he’d thankfully fit into. “I’m terrified to walk in these, they look like death traps -”

“Which is why we’re practicing,” Trucy said primly, wiping her hands on a gel-stained rag. She still didn’t quite have a grasp on the correct ratio of product to actual hair, but she was much better than when they had started five weeks ago. “Now, walk towards me.”

“One last thing, I guess,” Apollo said, removing his bracelet and handing it to Trucy, watching as she carefully slid it on. He rubbed his now bare wrist absentmindedly, feeling strangely naked without it.

“So... this is really it. We’re really doing this.”

“We’re really doing this,” Trucy confirmed, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet. For all her apparent enthusiasm, she looked as nervous as he felt. The studs in her ears reflected the morning light.

“Give papa a hug for me,” he said, smiling weakly.

“Give daddy one for me too,” she said.

They hesitated a moment more before Trucy threw her arms around her brother’s shoulders. Apollo’s arms immediately snaked around her waist, drawing her in tight. They clung to each other, silently willing and praying this was somehow going to all work out - that they wouldn’t just to get to meet their other parent, that they wouldn’t only get a few short weeks with the other father they hadn’t even known had existed, but that they could find some way to reconcile the two, that they wouldn’t have to lose anyone across the wide expanse of the Atlantic ever again.

“You’ve had your ears pierced,” he said almost absently, cradling her head between his hands and gently turning her neck back and forth to better view the studs. He clicked his tongue. Trucy felt her heart sink.

“Do you... hate them?” she asked tentatively.

Edgeworth’s eyes snapped to hers. They were the same soft gray color as the paint Daddy always kept too much of around the house. “On the contrary - I find they suit you incredibly well. Please tell me you didn’t get an infection.”

Her face split into a wide smile.

Apollo thumbed through a stack of canvases that had been shoved into a corner. There was a thin layer of dust of them; if he had to guess, he’d say they hadn’t been disturbed for at least three months - not a particularly long stretch of time, all things considered. They were clearly less polished works, lacking the technical skill and attention to detail that made Phoenix Wright a name to be reckoned with in the art community, but they were still beautiful in their own way. Paintings of vineyards and what looked like London, towering skyscrapers and calm seas and -

His father.

Apollo blinked.

The portrait of Miles Edgeworth drawn in rich oils did not blink back. Nor did the three that followed.

“There were a lot of paintings of the same person in daddy’s works. Some guy with grey hair,” Apollo said, struggling for nonchalance.

Maya’s grip on the mixing bowl faltered. “Is that so,” she said carefully.

“Was he one of daddy’s favorite models or something he just never told me about?”

Maya pursed her lips and continued stirring with a newfound vigor. “You could say that.”

“You’re not Apollo?” he asked, voice thick. “You’re Trucy?”

She smiled weakly. “That would be correct.” One strand of hair fell lank across her forehead - how did I not notice, Apollo hasn’t used nearly that much gel in years - and he absentmindedly tucked it behind her ear. He felt her press into the warmth of his hand, as if she were afraid he might suddenly vanish across the Atlantic again.

“I hope you don’t - I hope you don’t hate me,” she said, voice beginning to waver, “it’s just that Polly and I met at the camp and the whole thing sort of just spilled out. I’ve wanted to see you for so long, and Polly felt exactly the same way about Daddy, so we sort of just - just switched lives and hoped it wouldn’t take you so soon to notice. I really hope you don’t hate me, because I’ve wanted to meet you basically my whole life and I hope that maybe one day you can love me for me and not Polly and -” (this is ALL from movie tho so mix this up)

Edgeworth’s left hand came to cradle the rest of Trucy’s face, cutting her off mid-sentence. “Oh, my dear,” he said, cautiously tugging her forward. She came willingly, all but sprawling across his chest, tucking her head underneath his chin and wrapping her arms around his middle. “I’ve loved you since the day you came to me,” he whispered into her hair, blinking away the beginnings of tears he felt gathering at the corner of his eyes. He felt her tighten her hold and he did the same.

He poured himself a thumbnail of scotch, perfectly content to pretend he didn’t have tickets to a plane back to a state he had vowed never to set foot in again departing in less than four hours. “He was rather handsome,” he found himself admitting, absentmindedly swirling the glass and taking a sip. He paused, staring at nothing and mumbling to himself, “...had the most crooked smile. Always made me weak at the knees.”

“What was that, sir?”

Edgeworth snapped his attention back to the other man; he’d nearly forgotten Gumshoe was even in the room. “Nothing, nothing, never mind, have you seen the tickets?”

Gumshoe shrugged. That was Trucy’s cue.

“Almost ready, papa?” she asked, stepping smoothly into the room from her hiding place behind the thick wooden door. Edgeworth looked just as wild-eyed as she’d been hoping.

“Yes, of course, I’m almost finished packing -”

She didn’t even have to look at his still mostly bare suitcase to know he was lying.

“ -and you did tell your father we were coming, didn’t you?” he finished, placing his drink on a nearby dresser and running his fingers shakily through his hair.

“Absolutely,” Trucy promised.

“Ah,” Edgeworth said, fiddling with his waistcoat buttons. They looked like they’d been polished recently.

“Liar,” Gumshoe leaned down to whisper. She shushed him.

“Might I suggest we continue this little gathering inside,” Maya said, already beginning to shepherd the twins - the twins, she was going to need another vacation just to process the fact that they were together again - into the room. She twisted back around to look at Edgeworth, still shoving Apollo (that was Apollo, right?) forward. “Hi,” she began again, offering a free hand, “you probably don’t remember me -”

“Maya!” he interrupted, smiling warmly and bending to kiss her chastely on the cheek. His breath was sour with vodka and his glasses clunked awkwardly against her face. As he turned and stepped fully into the room, Maya’s cheeks(rp) began to hurt from smiling so fiercely.

“I knew I always liked him,” she said to no one as she closed the door.

This was ridiculous. This resort was full of entirely too many people who favored the same sort of eccentric clothing that man had even fourteen years ago, a disproportionate amount of them with the same slate grey hair. He almost would have written that (awkward*) expression seen from across Dahlia’s shoulder/a hotel lobby as a figment of his overtaxed imagination had it not been so much realer than the stacks of canvases in his studio. Which meant Miles was here, but he’d swept the first level of the hotel twice already after begging Dahlia to take to her room for a bit, the pool area was as depressingly empty as the inside was, and -

There he was.

Across the pool, descending the steps carefully from the inside lounge area and walking on the balls of his feet like he always did when he’d had a bit too much to drink (and why did he still remember that) was, without a doubt, Miles Edgeworth.

Phoenix suddenly found it difficult to breathe.

Edgeworth was halfway down the opposite path before Phoenix realized he should probably do something.

“Excuse me,” he said, shouldering his way through the crowd. It would be rude and more than a little intrusive to just call out his ex-husband’s name in the middle of a resort, right? Perhaps not as rude as nearly shoving the poor bellboy into the shrubbery, but, well, desperate times called for desperate measures.

He didn’t immediately notice the odd assortment of friends and family and a lumbering man in striped green swimming trunks perched on pool chairs as he stepped past, but they certainly noticed him.

“Daddy, are you okay?” Trucy asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said vaguely, refusing to take his eyes off Edgeworth. He was abruptly terrified he might vanish again if he did.

“Nick, watch out -”

“Hey, pal -”

“Daddy -”

With that, Phoenix collided into a passing service boy, arms pinwheeling wildly as he fell directly into the pool behind him.

“Hello Miles,” he said, smiling sheepishly and wringing out his tie. He fought the urge to rub the back of his neck and settled for clenching his hands into tight fists instead. “Or do you people call you Edgeworth now?”

“Miles is - Miles is fine,” Edgeworth said weakly, trying to look anywhere but Phoenix, as if this was a perfectly normal conversation they should be having for the first time after fifteen years. “My father still calls me Miles.”

Something warm coiled in his chest. It felt infinitely more dangerous than it had fifteen years ago.

“You always had a smart mouth,” he murmured, rubbing a swathe of cleaning ointment along the cut on Phoenix’s forehead. Phoenix hissed.

“So glad you remembered,” he bit through gritted teeth.

“Hush.”

Phoenix hmmed but stayed silent for a few more seconds, staring at Edgeworth as he dug back into the first aid kit. Edgeworth tried not to flush under the scrutiny.

Phoenix held his wrist in a loose grip. He should have felt clammy from the pool and the rapidly descending night, but he blazed oddly hot against Edgeworth’s skin.

“Miles, I-”

“Feenie? Who is this?”

“Dollie!” Phoenix said, shooting upright and wincing at the sudden dizziness.

Edgeworth’s burgundy coat was hung carefully over his arm, too thick for the warm California night. The buttons on his waistcoat glinted from a nearby streetlamp’s glow.

Phoenix swallowed.

“Do you have any idea where they’re taking us?” Edgeworth asked, leaning in slightly. Phoenix’s (nose twitched? something about scent memory?) and he refused to let himself acknowledge that Miles’s choice of aftershave hadn’t changed since the day they’d met. He abruptly remembered the taste of cheap wine and overly sweet cake on his tongue, felt the ghost weight of a ring fifteen years gone.

He hastily turned away.

“No idea.”

“Grandfather chipped in a bit -”

“Apollo,” Edgeworth warned.

“Alright, so Grandfather chipped in a lot, whatever, we’re poor teenagers, the point is,” he said, emphasizing the final word by pulling the ship’s impressive doors open with a firm tug, “it’s ours for the night.”

Phoenix whistled shrilly in appreciation, instinctively reaching out to ruffle Apollo’s hair. It was a testament to how important the night was that Apollo merely batted Phoenix’s hand away. “Seriously, dad,” he mumbled. His scowl was clearly forced, however; he felt oddly warm that he was able to finally use that word at all.

“Subtle,” Phoenix remarked.

“Mm,” Edgeworth agreed. “I don’t suppose we should let their efforts, however misguided they may be, go to waste, should we?”

“You just want to know who else they roped into this ridiculous scheme of theirs.”

“Oh, because you don’t.”

“I,” Phoenix said, moving to the chilled champagne propped by the windowsill and popping its cork, “have a perfectly healthy level of curiosity. It does not involve wondering what’s going on in my kid’s head. Trucy is a teenager. That’s terrifying.” He carefully poured the sparkling drink into two glasses and offered one to Edgeworth.

“I find that somewhat difficult to believe,” Edgeworth said, striding forward and taking the proffered glass. He made certain their fingers did not brush. “Thank you.”

They waited until she had hastily bowed out of the room before turning their focus back to each other. “Miles, that’s why we came up with this arrangement in the first place,” Phoenix continued, nonplussed.

“Really?” Edgeworth carefully picked up his glass flute, trying to ignore the tremor he felt running through his hands. “I thought it was because we’d agreed to never see each other again.”

Phoenix’s heart clenched. “Not ‘we’, Miles,” he said slowly, spreading his hands on the tablecloth and feeling like if he missed a step here, he would risk something he couldn’t afford to lose again.

Edgeworth took a shaky draw of wine. “You know,” he said slowly, seemingly forcing himself to meet Phoenix’s eyes, “that part is unclear to me as well.”

“Oh, you don’t remember the day you packed?” Phoenix asked.

“No, I remember that day perfectly. Did I hurt you when I threw that - oh God, what was it -”

“It was Kamisar’s Modern Criminal Procedure. It left a dent in the wall from where it rebounded off my head.”

“Oh,” Edgeworth said, at least having the grace to look properly abashed. “Right. Sorry.”

Phoenix shrugged. “It’s not like I was making it that easy on you.

And....” Edgeworth trailed off, twisting a napkin between his fingers. “You didn’t chase after me.”

Phoenix felt (something) shift. “I didn’t know that you wanted me to.”

“A toast to -”

“Our children,” Edgeworth cut in. He ignored the tightening in his chest at the our.

“Our children,” Phoenix repeated slowly, as if the words didn’t quite match with what his mouth had wanted to say.

“We both got where we actually wanted to go.”

Phoenix’s eyes never wavered from his. “We did,” he said, voice strange.

They toasted again and finished their meal in silence.

“Apollo, what are you doing in those clothes? We’ve got a plane to catch.”

“We’re getting totally ripped off,” maybe-Trucy said. “Daddy said we’d get our camping trip and we want to go.”

“Wait, hang on,” Phoenix interrupted, “what camping trip?”

“The one Aunt Maya and I make you take us on every year before school starts,” almost-definitely-Trucy said. Phoenix began to lift his finger in triumph, sure he’d found his kid -

“ -the one behind the house that runs all the way up to Gourd Lake, remember when you fell in that one year,” I’m-not-too-sure-if-this-one-is-still-in-fact-Apollo finished.

Phoenix’s arm fell listlessly to his side. Edgeworth snorted.

Phoenix shot Edgeworth a look. Thanks for helping, one of these is yours. “This is entirely unfunny, you’re going to make your father miss his flight,” he said, shifting his attention back to the twins. Honestly, he was an Ivy University graduate and Miles was a world renowned defense attorney, how were they being duped by their own kids -

“Apollo -” Edgeworth began.

“Yes?” they both said in unison.

Edgeworth groaned. “They get this from you, I’m sure,” he said.

“It’s not my fault you’ve apparently been raising a devilishly deceptive teenager,” Phoenix quipped back, never taking his eyes off the twins. He could feel the beginnings of a migraine pound at the base of his neck. “He’s probably rubbed off on Trucy.”

The twins grinned.

Phoenix rubbed a hand over his eyes before stooping to their height once again. He stared hard at each of them, looking back and forth between their faces. “This one’s Trucy,” he said slowly, pointing a finger to the sibling in orange. “I’m positive.”

“You know, I hope you’re right, Daddy. You wouldn’t want to send the wrong kid all the way back to Germany - ”

“ - would you?”

How was any of this fair?

“Here’s our proposition. We go back to Daddy’s house, pack our stuff, and the four of us leave on the camping trip.”

“The four of us?” Edgeworth interjected. They ignored him.

“And when you bring us back,” maybe-Trucy-maybe-Apollo continued, “we’ll tell you who’s Trucy and who’s Apollo.”

“Or,” Edgeworth said, carefully stepping around and in front of Phoenix and crossing his arms firmly across his chest, tapping his finger rhythmically against his arm, “new plan. I take one of you back to Germany with me whether you like it or not.”

Two identical sets of eyes twinkled back at him.

(He felt a migraine beginning to pound in his left temple.)

“You can cook now?” Edgeworth asked.

“Oh yeah,” Phoenix said. “I can make pasta. And pasta. Probably more pasta, if you ask really nicely.”

“Hm,” Edgeworth said, eyebrows scrunched in mock thought, “pasta sounds good.”

Phoenix grinned, bumping Edgeworth’s shoulder. He was warm through the cotton. “Pasta it is.”

Edgeworth looked across the seat at Apollo. His glassy eyes reflected the flickering street lamps as the taxi sped down the empty street.

“Apollo, I -” he began, deflating as Apollo turned further away. It’s entirely justified, he thought despondently. I’d hate myself as well.

“Grandfather?” Apollo called, shrugging out of his heavy jacket and hanging it on the coat rack. The house was silent.

“I’ll check the study,” Edgeworth said, tugging his jabot loose. Apollo nodded and headed towards the direction of the kitchen, toeing off his shoes on the way. Pushing open the wide doors that led to the study, Edgeworth saw someone reading a paper at the desk. He cocked his hip against the door and crossed his arms. “Hello, father. We’re back.”

The newspaper lowered. It wasn’t Gregory.

“Hiya, papa,” Trucy said. The corners of her mouth were quirked despite her obvious attempts to reign in her expression. “Did you know the Concord gets you here in half the time?”

Edgeworth slipped against the doorframe. He felt the knob dig into his hip. “I - yes, I’ve heard that.”

(Edgeworth was acutely aware of the doorknob digging into his hip from when he pressed against it. “I - yes, I’ve heard that.”)

Apollo walked into the room, drawn to the sound of voices. When he saw Trucy his face split into a blinding grin. “What are you doing here?”

Trucy neatly folded the newspaper on the desk and clasped her hands in front of her. “It took us about thirty seconds after you left that we decided we didn’t want to lose you two again,” she said, eyes crinkling.

Edgeworth swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat. “We?” he said, voice cracking.

“We,” a new voice agreed.

From the corner of his eye, Edgeworth noted Trucy moving to stand by the far wall of the study, giving the vaguest attempt of privacy. It didn’t matter. His eyes were trained on Phoenix, tracking his movement as he crossed the room.

Phoenix peppered his face in light kisses, smiling into the curve of his throat and pressing his lips to the thrumming heartbeat beneath his skin.

They eventually pulled back, desperate for air. Phoenix’s eyes crinkled - crow’s feet, Edgeworth thought wildly through his haze, he’s got crow’s feet now, I haven’t seen him this close up since - and he rested his forehead against Edgeworth’s.

“God, I’m never letting you go again,” he whispered, hands snaking around the other man’s back to pull him even closer.

“You want to toast with this? I’d have thought you might want to upgrade to something with a little more class.”

Phoenix smiled sloppily, pressing a chaste kiss to his temple. “You’re the only one I said I’d drink it with, remember?”

Edgeworth smiled back. He took the proffered bottle warmed by the weather and tugged his husband into a proper kiss, matching rings glinting in the dying sunlight.

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Spy Games [Chapter 1] : More Than It Seems

Characters: Twice Momo, Male Reader

4579 words

Authors Note: This is literally the first fiction writing I have done since I was a little kid writing stories about a town full of hamburgers. I was inspired to try my hand at writing by the plethora of amazing kpop smut writers out there right now, but by @lockefanfic, @nsfwtwicecatcher, @nsfwflint, and @ggidolsmuts in particular. If there are any similarities between my writing and theirs, please forgive me as I’ve spent more hours than I’d care to admit “researching” their work.

One thing that amazes me is how the hell everyone cranks out thousands of words with such frequency, as this post isn’t even 5k and it took forever to write. I can’t begin to explain how much respect I have for all the authors out there who can write so much and maintain such high levels of quality.

As a new writer, I welcome any and all feedback! Feel free to drop me a line if you have any critiques, or if you just want to chat!

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“Coming up on the target now.”

“Roger that, remember the office is on the top floor. Let us know when you’re inside. And remember, no elevators...” teases your handler, Choa.

“Thanks for the reminder,” you reply sarcastically.

You survey the skyscraper against the night sky--it would be impressive if it weren’t one of a hundred just like it downtown Seoul--and wonder what you had done to deserve getting the short end of the stick. Of course, you knew there was a reason to avoid the elevators: they sat directly in front of the building’s concierge and the cameras in the lobby, while the stairwell lay in a remote part of the first floor. The logic behind your impending hike didn’t make the reality any less abhorrent.

“Meanwhile, Seolhyun gets to infiltrate an organization in the Caymans. Just my fucking luck.” you grumble to yourself.

“Oh, stop whining, you big baby,” says Choa, reminding you to keep your thoughts to yourself.

You sneak past the lobby and towards the back of the floor you find the entrance to the stairwell in a poorly lit area.

“Beginning my climb.” you report, shaking out your legs as you prepare to go up.

“Sir, I-I’m getting some interference over comms,” chimes in the timid voice of the girl you knew to be your newest team member, Yoo Jeongyeon. “It could just be local chatter, but I want to make sure it’s not someone trying to listen in.”

“Probably nothing to worry about, but we’ll let you know if there’s anything you need to worry about.” Choa assures you.

As you climb up the stairs, you wonder why anyone would want to listen in on this particular mission. This was a run-of-the-mill operation to investigate money laundering at an accounting firm. You’d infiltrated foreign governments, broken into and bugged the offices of billionaire CEOs, and tailed enemy agents. You could understand people wanting to hear those comms, but this? Either someone wanted something to listen to as a sleep aid, or this mission was more interesting than it looked.

A tip had come in through one of the new girls at the Intel Desk reporting that there was some fishy activity related to organized crime going on at the accounting firm. This was routine and you’d gone on dozens of similar recon missions before: break in, find suspicious intel, get out. But if someone wanted so badly to hear what was going on, the new girl may have stumbled onto something worthy of a promotion. Hayoung, you think her name was. Her chestnut, shoulder-length hair along with her well-endowed physique reminded you of a young mother, but her mature beauty belied her young age. You had caught yourself more than a few times fantasizing about her in your off hours…

You stop mid-way in the stairwell, scolding yourself for losing focus. Too often over the course of the last year you found yourself fantasizing about the women in your life. Sure, before the incident with Eunha you had sexual thoughts about your coworkers--you were surrounded by beautiful women, after all. But recently you noticed that your life was increasingly preoccupied with sex: both in your thoughts and the real-life exploits you carried out.

Much longer than a few minutes later, you reach the 63rd floor out of breath and sweating, wishing more than ever that it was you and not Seolhyun lounging on the beach. You take a moment to compose yourself before peeking out into the office floor to see if the coast is clear.

“We may have a problem, boss. Jeongyeon looked into the comms disturbance and someone much more sophisticated than the average joe is definitely trying to tap in,” Choa says. “Jeongyeon’s kicking their ass right now blocking their access, but there’s only so much she can do alone. Eventually we’re going to lose control of this channel.”

“Dammit. I knew something was off with this op,” you grumble. “If they want to listen in to whatever I find, it must be important. We’ll go dark. Recon says this should be a quick in and out anyways. I’ll tag you once I’m out.”

“Be careful. Signal us if anything goes wrong. Just don’t do anything stupid.” replies Choa.

“What do you think they pay me all this money for?” you tease, wanting to put her nerves at ease. “See you on the other side. Over and out.”

You could hear the concern in her voice. Even though keeping you safe was part of her job, you knew she cared about you. You also knew as well as she did that anything could go wrong even in the five minutes it would take you to break in, especially when it appeared that someone knew exactly what you were doing.

You switch off your comms link and head out the door and into the office.

It looked exactly as you expected--rows and rows of non-descript cubicles, with a princely office lined with glass walls occupying the far corner. Jeongyeon had retrieved the floor plan by hacking into the building’s security database earlier in the week, and you knew after her effort tonight in detecting and fending off the comms interference that Choa would want you to acknowledge the work the new girl had been putting in. She certainly was more skilled than the five previous team members you’d fired after Eunha, but you found it difficult to bring yourself to praise her. The Ops Officer position she occupied was a sore point for you, after all.

You deftly pick the lock on the corner office door and immediately sit down in front of the terminal on the desk, logging in with the security bypass Jeongyeon drew up.

Again your thoughts drift to Eunha. Eunha was your longtime Ops Officer--highly skilled, you trusted her more than anyone. It also helped that she was your fiance. It made you sad to think about her; about what could have been, what should have been. Over the past year, you were constantly reminded of her absence by the utter incompetence of her replacements. You suppose it was nice that at the very least, Jeongyeon didn’t give you many opportunities to bemoan her performance in the same way--to remind you of Eunha.

You shake your head, compelling yourself to rise out of your funk and get on with the mission.

As you scroll through files, you stop on one with a familiar signature. Reading its contents, your eyes open wider--suddenly you understand why someone would be interested to listen in to your communications. You quickly save the file to your flash drive and stand up to leave, only to be startled by a figure in the doorway.

“Care to tell me what’s on that?” comes a familiar voice from the darkness that you knew to be Hirai Momo’s. Momo was an agent for a foreign espionage agency--you had as friendly a rivalry as you could have when working for different governments.

“What was the point of trying to hack our comms if you were just going to show up and ask me that?”

“I had no intention of coming until you decided to ghost your girlfriends,” teases Momo. “Besides, I like showing you how much better I am at sneaking around.”

Momo flicks on the light and she comes into focus. The Japanese government made a good decision when they hired her, you think. She was built for the job of a seductive spy. Her perfectly toned legs had a lovely sheen all the way up to her short skirt, while her cleavage suggested that her tits were ready to burst out of her tight, patterned blouse. Where most of your attention was drawn, however, was her lustrous blue hair, which fell to her shoulders.

“I may actually need your help with this, once you see what’s on it,” you say, nodding your head at the flash drive.

“Oh, so you’re willing to give it to me? I thought I was going to have to fuck you for it,” she says sarcastically. You knew behind the humor was more than a nugget of truth, though. Sex had been the primary vehicle for information trading with Momo over the years. You decide to test your reading of the situation.

“Just because I need your help doesn’t mean I’m giving it for free…”

Momo brings her thumb to her mouth and bites gently as she ponders your not-so-subtle proposition. She takes her turn to look you up and down, making you feel more than a little self conscious in her gaze of judgment. After so many years in the dangerous world of espionage, there were only a handful women who could make you feel so small. Then again, Momo was no regular girl.

Once she’s satisfied she has properly appraised your worth, Momo lets go of her thumb and straightens her blouse.

“Fine,” she says matter-of-factly, “let’s get to it,” unbuttoning her blouse as she walks towards you.

You are surprised by the lack of fight she put up, but you thought it best to keep that to yourself. Her tone reminds you of a business meeting--that is, if you hadn’t seen her pull her top off as she approached you. She sits in your lap on the chair, wrapping her arms around your neck as you meet her lips for a kiss. Momo’s mouth was familiar to you, introduced to you many times throughout your career. It seemed like every time you ran across her you had sex. One thing you adored about your relationship with her was that it was absolutely without strings attached. You fucked for work, but just because it was part of the job didn’t mean you both didn’t enjoy it.

Momo, however, was loath to admit the pleasure she got out of her liaisons with you. Call it pride, call it being professional, whatever--Momo refused to act like sex with you was anything other than work, no different than working in a spreadsheet.

You feel her reach down to your pants, quickly unbuttoning them as she sinks to her knees in front of you. You smirk--her eagerness to please you betrayed her air of ambivalence.

Momo wastes no time getting down to business. You are certain the Japanese trained her very well in tender foreplay, but it seems she doesn’t care much for subtlety at the moment. Instead, she utilizes a more direct method to extract your pleasure--one that must have required its own fair share of training--as she spits on your cock before immediately forcing it as deeply in her mouth as she can take it. One, two, three bobs is all it takes for her to reach the base of your cock, her nose buried in your pelvis.

“Fuuuck me, that’s good,” you groan as you hold her head in place for several seconds, and Momo replies in turn with a cough that spits a healthy serving of saliva on to your cock. You release your grip on the back of her head to give her a chance to breathe, but she surprises you when she simply continues to work her mouth on your increasingly saliva-drenched cock, swirling her tongue around your base. Most of the other women you had slept with in recent months would be gasping for air by now, but Momo’s demeanor was cool, calm, and collected. Almost as if she was reading your mind, Momo paused her slurping and pulled her mouth off your shaft--but not forgetting to continue stroking it with achingly deft corkscrew motions.

“What’s the matter? Girls in your department not able to take care of your cock like a real woman?” Momo clicks her tongue and grins. “I’ve told you for years, you’d never be treated so poorly if you came to work for a professional outfit like ours.”

“Shut up and suck my cock.”

Momo shrugs, and gets back to the task at hand. Slobbering even more as she takes you into your mouth again, you pause to thank your lucky stars that you had a job that paid you in part to fuck women like Momo. You gaze upon her face, which has become just as messy as your cock. Momo’s sloppy blowjob has not only left liberal amounts of spit on your cock, but on her face as well--with strands of her blue hair plastered to her cheeks. Even though you thought it impossible, you feel your cock get harder at the sight of Momo’s messy face.

For several minutes, Momo continues inhaling your cock as you find yourself nearing the point of no return, you yank Momo’s head off your throbbing cock in order to prolong your session. A bit too forcefully, it seems, as Momo falls over onto her side.

“What the fuck!” yelps Momo as she picks herself back up, glaring at you. “I suck your cock and you thank me by throwing me on the ground?

“I didn’t mean to, I’m just not ready to cum yet. We both know you would’ve ignored me if I had asked you to stop.”

“I guess you’re right about that,” Momo replies sheepishly. You knew from previous run-ins with her that she loved nothing more than swallowing cum. Even though you had just denied her that favor, you were already thinking about how to make it up to her in a few minutes.

“How about I repay your kindness? Get up on the table and let me eat you.”

“Let’s skip the pleasantries. I’ll get up on the table, but you’re going to fuck me.”

“Someone’s eager to see what’s in this thumb drive,” you tease, inadvertently reminding yourself that this was a transactional liaison. You suspected that Momo’s interest in you extended beyond her desire for the information at hand, and part of you yearned to take her outside of the confines of work. You’re skeptical such a day would ever come, however, given how ambitious Momo was.

You knew her story--she applied for a job in the Japanese spy agency several years ago, making it all the way through the process before being cut at the very end. She ended up receiving an offer shortly after one of the other finalists died in a ‘training accident’, but Momo lived with a chip on her shoulder ever since. She lived and worked with a pathological drive to prove the agency wrong in their original decision to cut her. Already the youngest lead operative in her country’s history, she had an eye on the directorship and seemed destined for it. So, you supposed, it was nice to be able to fuck her before she became famous.

Momo hops on up on the desk, hiking up her skirt to reveal a delicious-looking blue thong that matches her hair. She looks behind towards you with lust heavy in her eyes as she pulls her thong to the side, revealing her glistening pussy--already dripping, you noted.

“I don’t have all night.”

More than happy to oblige, you line your painfully throbbing cock up with her pussy and you can feel the warmth radiating from it. You take a second to appreciate Momo’s incredible physique as your hands graze downward from her upper back, to her hips, and finally to her ass. As you rub it, you cannot help but appreciate how sublimely taut it is.

“Jeeze, you act like this is the first time you’ve seen a woman naked,” Momo jabs, interrupting your reverie.

You are starting to get annoyed with Momo’s demeanor. It was nothing new, really--she always carried an air of superiority--but it nonetheless grates on your nerves to see her be so dismissive. You are mature enough to understand that at least a part of this aggravation had to do with the fact that you knew Momo slept with plenty of men for work. Not so mature, however, to be able to stifle the primal urge deep inside of you that wanted Momo to see you as the best of all her lovers. More than ever, it seemed that sexual vanity mattered a great deal to your self-confidence.

With a renewed sense of purpose and your cock in hand, you enter Momo slowly with a long stroke until you fill her to the hilt. In unison with your initial insertion, Momo lets out a whine that crescendos as you bottom out.

As you begin to thrust in and out Momo settles in and widens her stance ever so little, which has the added benefit of allowing you to go even deeper into her warm, wet pussy. Momo was not a girl of surprises. Her face was gorgeous, capable of angelic beauty and fiery lust. Her body reflected the many hours she spent in the gym with ample breasts, insanely tight abs, and a toned ass to match. Her pussy feels exactly as sublime as her beautiful face and incredible body suggested. The perfect combination for a woman who used her body to seduce and take advantage of brainless men. You decide to push out your mind the realization that at this very moment, you are in fact one of those men.

You wanted to make sure Momo felt each and every drive into her hot flesh. Momo continued to moan quietly, each breath punctuated with a new thrust and the sound of your skin meeting hers.

“Looks like someone’s gotten real quiet all of a sudden,” you say, noticing her haughty attitude had subsided as pleasure took you both over.

“Oh, get over yourself,” Momo says, looking back at you with rekindled determination in her eyes, “you’re no better than half the guys I’ve been with. I’m here for the file, not for whatever you call this.” She cooly turns her head to face front again, leaving you seething.

Your twinge of annoyance was now a bubbling boil.

You slow down before withdrawing your cock from her warmth--Momo lets out the faintest whine of disappointment, betraying her dissatisfied front.

Just as Momo turns her head again to complain, you quickly slam your cock deep inside her. Momo yelps, and you notice her eyes bulge as you move your hips in a circular motion with your cock filled to the hilt, scraping deep inside her pussy. After several seconds of this you grab a makeshift ponytail out of her hair and yank backwards, causing her to gasp and arch her back instinctively. As much as she bothered you with her air of indifference, you had to admit that the image in front of you was the stuff of dreams.

Taking advantage of the highly erotic sight before you and the increased leverage offered by your grasp of her hair, you began to truly fuck her with quick and powerful strokes.

“Take it, Momo,” you grunted, beads of sweat beginning to form on your forehead.

Momo said nothing, emitting only breathless gasps from her open mouth. You noticed that their intensity was gradually increasing, so you increased the speed of your shaft penetrating her young, sinful body. You knew she was enjoying this, but you wouldn’t be satisfied until you broke her facade. You wanted her to lose herself to you.

You speed up even more, and the volume of your skin slapping together increases as her pussy drips wetter and wetter, mixing with your leaking precum. You are slamming your cock into her now, and Momo has to grab on to the table to steady herself. Slowly but surely her pretense was crumbling.

“You want it, don’t you Momo? You want more?”

“Fuck yeah,” Momo gasps hoarsely, struggling to speak with her hair being pulled, “Give it to me...o-oh...fuck, give it to me!”

Satisfied that she had succumbed to her pleasure, you relax your grip on her hair slightly and lean over to growl in her ear.

“I’ll give it to you. I’m gonna make sure you remember this, make sure every time you’re with another man you wish it was me.”

Momo acknowledges your promise with a deep groan, giving you great pleasure as you resumed fucking her gorgeous body.

Your eyes drift downward to her glorious ass, now shining with sweat and jiggling violently with each crash of your cock inside her. Inspired by the sight, you release her hair and put one hand on her hip and begin striking her ass with your other. Momo shrieks in surprise, but quickly looks back at you with lidded eyes while biting her lip to tell you she wanted more.

Again you oblige, and it was quickly becoming clear that lust and pleasure were staging a coup of Momo’s senses. She’s making lots of noise, but nothing intelligible. Nothing but guttural moans interspersed with high-pitched squeals. You continue spanking her ass, alternating cheeks--noticing a deep pink beginning to form on both. She’d most likely be dealing with soreness for several days after this, you think.

“You wanna cum, Momo? Cum for me, I know you want to.”

“Mmmmm...Ah, ah, AH! Unggghh,” comes Momo’s response.

“Come on Momo, fucking cum baby...cum all over this cock,” you shout, sincerely hoping there was no one working in an adjacent floor to hear.

“FUUUUCK!” Momo screams eloquently, suddenly dropping her head as her body begins convulsing. You knew what to expect having slept with her before, but you are nonetheless surprised to see how completely overtaken her body was by pleasure. Her upper body jerks spastically as her legs tremble with your cock plunged deep inside her pussy, all the while letting out a high-pitched whine that turns into a soft whimper. Just a few minutes before she was defiant and happy to throw insults at you...now she was a mewling, writhing mess incapable of speaking. The dark, primal part of you is satisfied by her tacit recognition of your talent.

After a short while, Momo begins to compose herself and lifts her upper body from the table. You take it as a sign to slowly resume taking your cock in and out of her. You decide to give her now glowing pink ass a rest and caress her back, tracing long lines with your nails.

“Mmmmm, that feels good,” Momo says, her eyes still closed, “you fuck me so good.”

You slowly begin ramping up the pace, rolling your hips with each stroke. You want to make sure your cock pleases every inch of Momo’s pussy, and make sure it craves you when she’s alone at night.

After several minutes of this tender, softer version of lovemaking, Momo comes back to her senses. She arches her back again and turns her head to gaze in your eyes as you continue to take her. She begins to move her ass back and forth on your cock in unison with your own strokes.

“Oh my god, you feel so good in my fucking pussy! Every...fucking...stroke!” Momo gasps, the final words punctuated by the force of her majestic ass crashing against your cock.

“You’re a bad girl, Momo,” you tease, “you like being taken and shown who’s boss, don’t you? You like me grabbing your hair and slapping your ass?”

“Yes!” she gasps, “Yes I love it! Mmmmm...I want you to fuck me until you cum. Fuck me until you cum!”

There was no command in the world easier to follow.

Satisfied that you had fulfilled your vain, immature desire to see her acknowledge your skill as a lover, you now focus yourself on extracting pleasure from the young woman beneath you. You settle into a pace with rough strokes, fiercely pounding her over and over. Your pleasure rises with each thrust, aided not only by the mindblowing caress of her pussy, but by the incredible sight of Momo on all fours before you moaning with each strike of your cock inside her.

“Fuck Momo...I don’t think I have much longer, I’m gonna fucking cum so hard!”

“Yes,” comes the response from Momo, “Yes, yes! Fucking cum baby, I want your cum so bad!”

A few more thrusts and you can feel the point of no return coming. For a brief moment you contemplate cumming inside Momo, to truly claim her. You quickly reconsider, wanting to give her what she truly wanted--to swallow your load.

And so, you quickly withdraw your cock from Momo’s now sopping wet pussy and she instinctively turns around and drops to her knees on the floor. Stroking your cock with great fervor, her mouth wide open begging for what was to come.

“Please give me your cum, please, please! I want it...I need it! Cum for me!”

Your head tilts backward as a long groan escapes your lips. Your cum explodes from your shaft, shooting long, thick ropes of semen into her mouth and onto her cheeks and nose. Over and over, your cum splashes on her beautiful face until you finally reach the end of your orgasm, panting and exhausted. Momo’s face is a pornographic picture of lust, her eyes rolled back in pleasure as she swallows the mass of cum you deposited in her mouth.

“I fucking love your cum,” Momo says as she wipes the remaining cum off her face with her finger and promptly brings it to her tongue before swallowing it down as well.

“I’m glad we were both able to get what we wanted,” you say, struggling to catch your breath.

“Speaking of getting what I wanted…” Momo says, nodding her head to the part of the floor where the USB drive now sits, evidently thrown from the table during the session that had just taken place.

“Right,” you say, suddenly remembering you’re here for work, “make a copy and let’s get out of here.”

“Great,” says Momo, still on the floor with a satisfied smile of content on her face, “Hey, I meant what I said about having you join our team. As much shit as I give you, we could really use someone with your talent.”

“Thanks, but I think I’m better off staying put. Don’t think the Korean government would let me live if I tried defecting.”

“Probably true,” says Momo as she begins picking up her clothes, “Never hurts to ask, though.”

***

A few minutes later, you and Momo had both gotten dressed and copied the file onto a drive for her. Momo disappeared into an adjoining hallway and you set off to traverse the stairwell again. As you prepare yourself for the descent, you also steel yourself for the repercussions of giving the intel to a foreign spy agency. With the information you saw in the file, you knew the Japanese would have to be looped in sooner or later. If it was going to happen eventually, you thought it made the most sense to entrust that intel to the agent on the other side you knew would make sure things got done correctly. As logical as it seemed to you, however, you knew it wouldn’t be taken well back at the office.

You click on your comms link, now knowing there’s nothing to fear.

“Hey Choa, I’m on my way back to the rendezvous.”

“Oh thank god! That took forever, I was about to call for a tac team!” Choa sighs with audible relief, “I take it you got everything you needed?”

“Got more than I needed, actually,” you say, nervous about Choa’s reaction to what you say next, “Listen, there’s one small thing you should know...”

“You did WHAT?!”

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