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- gojo satoru x reader // zen'in naoya x reader
in the wake of your scandalous divorce, you fall into the arms of emperor gojo satoru. for a while, you believe you have found love⊠until it becomes clear that your new husband is scheming behind your back! love, marriage, divorce⊠are you doomed to go through this path the second time?
genre/warnings:
18+ suggestive contentâminors do not interact!âmight be ooc, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, marriage of convenience, explicit smut, pregnancy
note:
loosely inspired by and taking some elements of manhwa remarried empress. this is the second part of remarried empress au trilogy! wc. 9.2k ! thank you so much for your love in the first partđ©” but as of now, TAGLIST IS CLOSED so i'd appreciate it if the comment section won't be flooded with asks for tags :')
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Heavens, help me... I love her too damn much!
For Gojo Satoru, love was once an abstract concept. At first, he thought it was admiration, or a sense of obsessionâ
But on the day he watched you become Zenâin Naoyaâs bride, Satoru realized it was much deeper than that. It felt like the sharpest sword had pierced straight into him and lodged itself there.
And then, years laterâ as if hearing his prayers, you became his. Since then, his life was perfect, because he wasn't lying when he said that you were everything he wanted in life.
Yet in a twist of fate, that same sinking, horrific feeling washed over him... as he watched the pagoda he built for you engulfed in flames.
You were there. Satoru felt himself staggering as he took in the mortifying sight. You and his unborn child are inside!
He didn't waste a breath as he dashed towards where you were, crushing everything in his path in the process, but just as he was about to enter the scorching templeâ
âSatoru, no!â Suguru grabbed him, restraining him with his own body. âGet back!â
âNo!â he screamed at him frantically. âShe is there! Suguru, let goâ!â
And then the worst happened, as the pagoda completely crumbled into a heap of rubble. Satoru's breath was knocked out of him as he faced the reality that he couldn't save you in time. And he felt like losing his consciousness as he wheezed, and thrashed in Suguru's hold.
It was all too much for him to comprehend as he struggled against the devastation before him.
How... did this happen? You were happy. You were about to welcome a child into your lives! The two of you really were...
SEVERAL WEEKS PRIOR
Your husband is trying to use you to wage a war... against your homeland.
You secluded yourself in your study, trying to make sense what you just overheard.
In a broader perspective, Satoru's actions could be constituted as national defense. If he perceived the Eastern Empire as a threat, then countermeasures were indeed necessary. But if not...
Regardless, it was not the very idea that blew you, but how he planned to use you to sway sentiment in your former country, to weaken them.
Is that what he's been aiming all this time? You felt like a hypocrite to question this since you too were using him. But these days, you were certainly not using himâyou were falling in love with him.
It was strange, because you were supposed to be furious if that was his intent from the start. Yet what you felt right now was profound sadness, possibly even denial and heartbreak. You kept thinking how there must be another explanationâ
âSweetheart, hello~!â
You were startled when the door to your study was suddenly flung open, and the man from your thoughts strode in with a broad grin, completely oblivious to your inner turmoil.
"Satoru." You fixed him with a genial smile, even as nausea churned within you. Straightening your skirts, you looked up at him.
"I've been told you haven't been well, and Shoko said you've seen the physician," Satoru frowned, his long fingers cradling your face as he half-sat on your desk. "How did it go? What did he say?"
"Oh..." you clammed up, feeling at loss. "He said..."
Your dashing husband tilted his head curiously, bright eyes softened, worried lines etched on his face were so clear... and despite your conflict, you didn't have the heart to deny him this news.
"I'm with child." This time, your smile was genuine as you pushed back your intrusive thoughts. "Satoru... I'm carrying our child."
For a full ten seconds, Satoru was stunned, staring at you with a blank expression, his lips slightly parted. "H-huh...? Child? A... baby?"
"Mm-hm. A living baby."
"O-oh..." Satoru blinked his eyes rapidlyâlooking at your face, then your abdomenâbefore his expression broke into absolute wonder, broadly grinning. "T-that's... ohâ it'sâ!"
To say he was speechless didn't cut it as he stuttered, messed his hair, pinched his own cheek, becoming restless yet looking so incredibly giddyâ
"My queen!" Satoru suddenly lifted you and spun you around midair. "My beautiful wifeâ!" before gently sitting you on the desk and burying his face in your skirts, hugging your waist tightly. "Good lord, I'mâ I'm soâ!"
It hadn't truly dawned on you until now that you were going to become a mother. Witnessing Satoru's unabashed reaction as he nestled his face into you⊠nearly brought tears to your eyes.
Right in this moment, you didn't entertain any other thoughts. You were deeply moved by your husband's overwhelming excitement for your baby. And the realization that, despite Naoya's accusationsâ
Satoru looked up at you the second you sniffled, and he immediately drew you closer, pressing his forehead against yours.
"Hey, no tears, yeah?" He rested a hand on your jaw, his eyes sparkling with utter adoration as he gazed at you. "This is wonderful. We're going to be parents. This child... a part of you and meâwe're going to bring them into the world."
You tugged his collar close and brushed your lips against his. And he responded with equal fervor. You yearned for this closeness with him.
. . .
But still in the back of your head, that lingering, buried fear whisperedâ
Is the man who adores you this much... capable of hurting you to the same extent?
With your bare bodies pressed closely, and you under him, Satoru could sense the rapid beat of your heart. And in return, you felt the heat of his palms against your skin and the tremors in his breath.
Yet now, in your marital bed, it quickly became clear to him that you, who were usually so composed and collected, were nervous. Satoru couldn't suppress the smile spreading across his face even if he tried.
"This is far from our first time, Empress." His coy smirk taunted you as he littered kisses along your jawline and chest. "What are you so jittery about, hmm?"
"Ah..." you let out a soft sigh as he sucked your breast with his mouth. "N-nothing... you're mistaken."
"Hmm... not confessing? Right..." He then grabbed the generous mound of your other breast and fondled it, making you squirm and moan.
But in the midst of this eroticism, suddenly your mind was thrown back toâ
âThatâs why I have her here.â
"Satoru," you breathed out, catching his hands. He looked up to you in slight surprise, thinking that you wanted to stop.
But he was in for a plot twist when you first pushed him, then flipped him underneath you, straddling him and capturing his lush lips, yanking his hair in the process.
"Whoaâ hey..." Satoru held your hips, visibly startled but clearly enjoying your sudden whim, snickering. "My queenâohhâ you're a sight to behold, on top of me."
He grabbed the flesh of your bottom, sinking his fingers into it and pulling you forward. You let yourself be moved until your thighs were next to his ears.
Suddenly, it was, at once, the most peculiar experienceâthe greatest confidence boost you had ever received, and the hottest thing he had ever seen.
"You're so damn wet already," your husband nipped your inner thigh playfully as he observed your folds, and you gasped. "Are you ready?"
In response, you slammed yourself onto his face because, right now, you were in a less than forgiving mood.
"You look good under me," you darkly retorted, but then you choked on your own breath when your husband started licking your folds messily with his tongue.
Satoru smirked at the sound of your breathless noises, responding by lapping even more fervently. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tightening their grip on his scalp as you began to grind yourself against his face.
"You a-are really n-nasty!" you moaned, voice breaking at the feeling his sinful tongue parting your opening. "Maybe y-you have lied to me⊠all th-is time."
Satoru furrowed his brows in slight confusion, and perhaps a bit of annoyance, as he pinched your clit in retaliation, causing you to draw in a sharp breath.
"You'reâ awful!" but contrary to your claims, your face contorted with pleasure as the tight coil in your belly spasmed. "How m-many women... h-have you beguiled like m-me?"
He almost laughed into your ass. Literally. If being called awful was the price for pleasuring the most beautiful woman in the lands, then Satoru would be happy to be that horrible person every day of his life.
But then, you suddenly shifted on top of him, no longer positioning your hips in his face, and he quickly caught your face, crashing his lips against yours so both of you wouldnât part for even a second.
"Nobody else," he murmured, wet lips and tongue ravishing yours, so much lust glistening in his eyes. "I'm all yoursâ forever." Just as he whispered it amidst pants, he groaned when your hand sneakily went to his very hard length.
And firmly grasped it. He got swollen just by tasting you and hearing your noises earlier. He growled, and against his senses, he pushed you down to lodge it inside you, penetrating and splitting you apart in one go.
âAhâ! Satoruâ itâs tooâŠ!â you babbled breathlessly, your nails digging into his shoulders, feeling his huge cock pulsing inside your tight walls.
âYour fault,â he rebuked, eyes narrowing into darker shades, rigorously moving his hips against yours as he sat up. It was impossible to hold it in any longer, he could feel it already.
He tensed up, adjusting his position, so close to losing it inside you, and when he heard your dirty mewls and felt you shudderâreverberating through his body tooâSatoru gripped your waist tighter, groaning, holding you in place to release his load inside you with precision.
Your body gave in as well, releasing at the same moment his cum burst inside you. Your vision blurred as the nastiest of moans escaped you, yet you felt so safe as your husband caught you in his arms.
. . .
"Are you okay?" Satoru asked worriedly after you rolled off him in the aftermath of your bliss. "Do you feel sick?" Your unfocused eyes met his, and he looked panicked, pulling you closer. "Shit, did I go too far? I shouldn't have, especially with the baby still in the early stages..."
"I'm... okay," you croaked, trying to reassure him. "Just tired..."
Heaving a relieved sigh, Satoru pecked you in the lips.
"Am I... a mess?" you leaned on him with a blissful smile, feeling his cum still trickling out between your legs.
"Yeah... My beautiful mess, that is." Satoru chuckled, reveling in the state of your disarray. "Soon enough," his hands traced your skin before settling on your tummy, a fond smile curving his lips. "Our baby will grow here."
"Yesâ" you replied, placing your palm over his. "Do you... want a boy or girl?"
A boy would be the much sought-after prince, and you fully expected him to favor it, until to your surprise, Satoru lightly hummed and pressed a kiss on your belly button.
"Does that matter? What's important is you deliver them safely and they're healthy," he chuckled. "A princess will be nice... she'll turn out to be as lovely as you."
"But the heir has to be a prince..."
"Nah. I can always amend the succession norms. I'm the emperor."
And you giggled next. Seeing how free you looked, Satoru thought you were the woman overturning his skies and stars, and you truly areâas now you are the mother of his own flesh and blood, his future empire.
There will be a nation-wide celebration for you. Satoru insisted it was a must, and he would invite dignitaries from neighboring empires and kingdoms as well.
Including the Eastern Empire.
. . .
âYour Majesty. I... bring a gift and an invitation from the Western Empire.â
Naoya clacked his heel on the carpet, casting a sharp, yet uninterested look at his aide.
âThere will be a celebration forââ the poor man gulped uneasily, faltering as if he could foresee how his emperor would react. Naoya scowled.
âSpit it out.â
âThe former empressâ pregnancy, Your Majesty!â
âWhat...?â At that moment, he snapped his head towards him. It felt like everything he had ever known came crashing down. âY/N...?â
That canât be possible. For many years both of you had failed. That was why he took that maid and divorced you. No, upon reflection, it was never truly his intention to divorce youâhe had wanted you to raise that child if you couldn't bear one.
But then you completely ignored him and had an affair with Gojo Satoru. He was furious. He couldn't bear the disgrace of it all, so he went with the divorce, if only to assert some control. However, the joke was on him, as you ultimately fled with Gojo entirely.
But if you arenât infertile... Then, what did that make him?
Numerous thoughts ran through his mind. Was it possible that it was his child instead of Gojoâs? How many months had it been anyway?
...or could it be that he is the one who isâ!
âNo...â he muttered, frantic, taking sharp breaths. âAbsolute rubbish!â
The aide stared at him in fear, as Naoya appeared unhinged now. But soon, that fear gave away to pity, as the emperor trashed his desk and howled in frustrationâ but contrary to the expected fury, Naoya looked like he was mourning, evident by the way he flung everything but the very portrait from his coronation day.
Of him and you. Even after that disastrous divorce, he had never taken it down from the wall of his study. Now, Naoya was staring at it, a multitude emotions clouding his eyes.
This man, just as the aide had always thought, has thrown away the only good thing he has in his life.
âAre the invitations sent already?â Satoru asked with a blooming smile, rolling the yarn out of his catâs reach as the poor kitty grappled to catch it. âAnd how are the preparations going?â
âBanquets are usually handled by the Empress, but you really go out of your way and do it instead,â Suguru shook his head, unamused by the added workload it brought him, especially considering his disinterest in festivities.
âTheyâre all sent, some of them respondedâbefore you ask, Naoya hasnâtâ and Iâve cascaded the preparation to Shoko, since I have no clue what to do about it.â
âWell, not that I care if heâs going to stay sour and wants his name tarnished in the daily papers as a bitter ex-husbandâŠâ Satoru shrugged, petting Sugu-chan as the cat purred contentedly. âHe is tactless, he very well might be.â
âYou really want to spite him, donât youâŠâ Suguru sighed. âYou even sent him a note. It was unnecessary.â
âHe was the one hurling curses at me and my empress first. Iâm just returning the favor.â
The note in question was of lines after lines of flowery nonsense about gratitude and whatnot. Satoru imagined Naoya's vein would burst after reading his card.
âIâm happy for you, Satoru.â As exasperated as Suguru was, his smile was genuine when he said it. âA royal baby, huh...â
"Suguru." The emperor's voice suddenly dropped an octave, surprising him. "What about the placement of the totem I told you the other day?"
The abrupt shift in conversation made Suguru visibly uncomfortable, and again, they were back to this topic.
"You're seriously going to do this?" the duke asked, almost in disbelief. "Satoru, you're going to become a father. You have everything already. This will lead to war one way or another, andâwhat if the Empress finds out? How do you think it'll make her feel?"
However, Satoru's gaze was cold as he dismissed most of Suguru's tirade. There was a chill in his expression that made his longtime friend inwardly questioned who the man before him was.
"I'm asking you. Have you done it or not, Suguru?"
"You're going to put a curse on a whole village, Satoru."
"I told Zen'in Naoya the moment I got Y/N, that it would mark the beginning of his downfall. I'm making good on that promise."
Suguru pressed his eyes shut to calm his fury. Morally, what Satoru did was wrong, but politically, this was the art of war. Suguru purely opposed to this out of consideration for you.
Few understood Satoru's actions as well as Suguru did. He might understand, others like you and Shoko wouldn't.
"Just remember, when the Empress catches wind of this, she's going to resent you," Suguru warned. "No matter what your reasoning might be."
Satoru's upper lip curled upwards, his eyes bereft of light, narrowing with indifference.
"Unless you never tell her, that is of no relevance."
Love... has he ever loved you all this time?
Naoya had never been confronted with that question or pondered it, simply because he never considered love existed within the context of something as grand as monarchy.
You were chosen because you were well-bred and well-versed in the arts of nobility. You were indeed the epitome of an ideal empress, a fact evident throughout your tenure.
But...
"Naoya!" you yelled at him and caught his hand. "You're a fool! Why did you keep doing that!?"
It was a long-buried memory, when you were still in your teens, around the time you were just made the crown princess. His hands, bruised and bloodied, and you tended to them.
"I'm not weak, you know," he sullenly barked. "I have to train to be stronger."
"You definitely have to train, yes... but you have to take breaks!" you retorted angrily.
"Why do you care so much anyway?" he snapped back. "It's not like your hands that are injured."
And that moment, you were suddenly almost in tears. Naoya never understood why.
"Don't cry." But his instincts told him to make you not cry. "Don't cry. I'm fine, see?"
. . .
Zen'in Naoya jerked awake from his slumber, realizing he had forgotten what his dream was, that it was still the late afternoon, and he was still in his study.
All he felt was that nostalgic feeling, and it intensified when he glanced up... only to see his coronation portrait on the wall.
It was almost as if you were still here. You were incredibly stunning, he had to admit that. Why hadnât he realized until just recently?
The way your crimson dress flowed out, and that thin, serene smile on your face... you were a picture-perfect empress, and that was not an exaggeration. No one could measure up to youâ
"Your Majesty~!"
Especially not Hanabi.
"Your Majesty, the princess has started holding her head up!" Hanabi, now no longer dressed in rags but rather in one of your dresses, excitedly remarking, "Soon, she will start toâ"
Naoya's gaze fell on her dress. He recognized it instantly. That specific deep, vibrant shade of red with serpent-like waistband. It was one of his gifts to you for your birthday. "Why are you wearing that?"
"Huh?" she seems perplexed. "Oh this... I thought it looks pretty..."
But to her surprise, he suddenly flared with fury. "That isn't yours, you dullard," he spat out.
Her expression sank in heartbreak as he continued with his venomous speech. "Know your place." His words cut like a blade. "And I keep telling you, a princess is of no use to the throne!"
Hanabi fought to hold back the tears, because not only had he insulted her, worse still, he showed no interest in their daughter. "She is still of your blood, Your Majesty," she replied, her voice trembling.
"I told you, I only want a heir." His sneer caused her eyes to widen in shock. "Other than that, I won't care."
"Your Majesty, pleaseâ" Hanabi was desperate for him to acknowledge their daughter, when she caught sight of your ethereal face on the wall.
He still hasn't taken it down. It made her eyes twitch, and her own anger to rise.
"The former empress..." she stared at your picture resentfully. "You still have her here. We never even have our portraits painted..."
Naoya's icy gaze leveled at her without a hint of sympathy, despite the woman standing before him being the mother of his child.
"Why do you look at me like that?" Hanabi asked, tears spilling from her eyes. "You used to care for me when you thought I would bear you a son. Even if it's a daughter, she deserves love too, doesn't she?"
In the last five years, she had come to know that the emperor wasn't always this manic person. He used to be gentler, or at least not as vindictive.
And she never truly wanted you to be cast away like that. She looked up to you, admired you from up close, and meant it when she said she would carry your legacy as best as she could.
"Are you dumb?" Naoya barked. "I told you to know your place!"
...yet why? Why are people in this palace so harsh to her?
âI wish you luck on that, Hanabi. Beware, the emperor is fickleâŠâ
Your unkind eyes, Naoya's disdainful stares even after she gave birth to his child... She didn't even care about becoming the empress anymore. She just wanted a happy life!
"If it was the former empress' child... even if it was a princess..." Hanabi turned to him with determination even amidst her pitiful tears. "You wouldn't cast her aside just like you do now with my daughter, would you, Your Majesty?"
Naoya's gaze, devoid of emotion and filled with blatant disinterest more than anything, shot through her, hurting her more than if it was filled with fury instead.
The lack of warmth in his stare made her feel like being looked through rather than being seen. As if she is that insignificant.
"Leave," he ordered coldly next, turning his back on her.
And there is her answer.
Hanabi had been your maid for five long years. She knew who you were, what you stood for, and your whole demeanor. Yet, despite her best efforts, she could never emulate you in the same way, could she?
. . .
"My lady... don't you know that the former empress is with child?"
Once again, Hanabi felt the sting of ice when her lady-in-waiting delivered the news.
"Empress... Y/N?" she whispered. "How...?"
You were stripped of your titles here, and yet you still remained a queen somewhere else. Hanabi might have won Naoya's favor, but now she was losing it while you had another emperor's affection.
Not much had changed about you. You still occupied the highest seat a woman could possibly attain. Whereas she...
"But she is barren!" she turned to her confidant then, almost in disbelief.
"Evidently not. Emperor Gojo has proven that."
How nice. A part of Hanabi wanted to congratulate you because she knew of your sufferingsâhow much you longed to hold a baby from your womb in your arms.
How unfair... But another part of her couldn't help but despise you. Because even in your absence, she still had to live in your shadow. Because you, who had lost everything, regained it all so easily.
"And my lady... Emperor Gojo is going to throw a banquet for this occasion next month. You are expected to attend it."
"Sweetheart, you asleep?"
One night, several weeks later, just as you were about to drift off to sleep, you felt the sheets shift as Satoru slipped into bed beside you.
Though you didn't turn to face him, you felt his warm hands wrap around your waist from behind.
"Satoru... you're back," you murmured sleepily.
"Mm-hmm," he whispered, pulling you closer to his chest and burying his face in your hair, taking in your scent. "Shoko told me you've been in your bedchamber since breakfast. Are you okay?"
"I get queasy if I walk too much, so I've been lying down all day... But don't worry, the physician said it's normal in early stages of pregnancy."
His grip on you tightened, as he caressed your belly. "Hmm, naughty baby. I'm sorry I wasn't here..."
"Where were you?"
For days now, he had been away, and you hadn't really questioned him. You had your guesses thoughâ
"I was overseeing the construction of a new pagoda," he said softly, kissing your neck. "For you, actually."
That was so unexpected that it made you open your eyes fully. "Whatâ for me?" Building pagoda was definitely not a small affair. Usually it was for religious purposes.
"It's a gift to the heavens for blessing me with you and our baby. It's expected to be completed before your celebration banquet."
The tower would be the testament of his love for you and your unborn child. Despite yourself, your heart swelled with overwhelming warmth.
"You're so silly... why do you spend the tax funds for that?" you brushed off the faint heat in your face, not daring to look at him still.
"Whatever I wouldn't do for you?" he cheekily retorted, chuckling.
You had never felt this cherished before, and this time you were certainâyou were more than ready to fall in love with this man.
But he... is planning to use you, isn't he?
"Satoru." You shuffled to turn and face him, causing him to crack his lidded eyes open. You gazed at him, placing both of your hands on his face, caressing his face softly.
You're so kind to me. I appreciate you for that. You wanted to tell him various things, but the darkness in your heart ever since overhearing his exchange with Suguru made it hard for you to do so.
"Mm? What is it?" he drawled with a small smile, leaning into your touch.
âYou... love me, don't you?â
His bright eyes found yours then, sharp and steady. An impossibly fond smile graced his lips, as if finding what you said the most natural thing there was.
âThroughout heaven and earth,â he proclaimed, his voice steady to match his eyes. âYes, my queen.â
...then you would trust him, if only just for this moment. The genuine sincerity in his eyes, the raw authenticity in his words... it all felt too real.
And so, even when you were well-aware of the bitter possibility of truth, you leaned in and kissed him, giving yourself to his touch as his hand slipped inside you.
And soon, came the day of the lavish banquet solely held to celebrate your pregnancy.
You were seated on your throne, dressed in a stunning aquamarine gown. The skirt of the dress was full and flowing, spilling onto the floor in a waterfall of shimmering fabric. Upon your head perched your crown of diamonds, glinting beneath the light, and your ceremonial veil to make you look as queenly as you could possibly be.
Everyone would agree that you were a sight to behold, and that you were worthy of every praise possible.
"Many congratulations to you, Your Majesty."
"This is a splendid news! A royal baby!"
"To think that the emperor has settled down... sniff, how long have we been waiting for this...? We almost gave up."
You almost giggled at the way Archbishop Yaga wiped his tears with a handkerchief as he presented you with his gift.
Despite your initial reservations, you enjoyed the festivities more than you expected. You had opposed the idea at first, finding it quite unnecessary, but Satoru had pouted for three long days until you eventually relented to appease him.
Speaking of him, he was equally dressed to impress, looking every bit as an emperor he was in an exquisite aquamarine military uniform and robes. Despite engaging in conversation with Earl Nanami, he kept a watchful eye on you, stealing glances in your direction to ensure you were well.
You nodded at him, and he threw you a wink. You smiled.
Everything was truly going well... until the herald announced:
"Prince Megumi and Royal Consort Hanabi from Eastern Empire!"
There was suddenly a hush over the crowd as the two made their entrance. You stilled, looking at the figure responsible for your checkered lifeâ
Hanabi was starkly different since the last you saw her at the courthouse during your divorce. Her dress was now a vibrant shade of burgundy red, reminiscent of a gown you once wore. Gone was her air of humility, replaced by a display of extravagance befitting a noblewoman.
She is no longer your maid, but Naoya's consort. There was no trace of the woman who once served you. You were actually impressed, as she could actually shape herself into the image of a royal consort.
"Empress." However, your attention quickly shifted to Naoya's nephew, and once also your ward, Megumi, as he bowed before you respectfully. "Congratulations."
A fond smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you regarded the young prince who had once been a very shy individual. It reminded you of the days spent with him just to get him out of his shell.
"Thank you, Megumi."
"Diamonds suit you far better than golds do. I wish only for the best for you, Your Majesty."
It warmed your heart, really. Using that reference to your gold crown from your time in the Eastern Empire, you could see how much Megumi truly understood your position and bore no resentment towards you.
Could the same be said for Naoya though?
Right after you received his giftâan ornate box that seemed oddly familiar to youâHanabi suddenly blurted out:
"So, fate has smiled upon you. Congratulations Empress Y/N." She kept that soft, meaningful smile on her face as she offered her felicitations.
Ever since her arrival was announced, something about her demeanor had bothered you. There was a subtle emptiness that seemed to linger in her gaze.
"Thank you," you responded, and that was when you noticed it. There was never any celebration for the birth of her daughter and Naoya, only a passing announcement.
And so, you added. "Congratulations on the birth of the princess too."
You could have sworn her expression fell for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure and bowed her head to you.
For a while, you lost sight of her in the crowd, feeling quite comfortable in your dais. Soon after, Satoru returned to your side, and the herald announced:
"Attention! His Majesty the Emperor's gift for Her Majesty the Empress!"
You looked at Satoru questioningly, and he gave you a dashing smirk before turning to the crowd.
"Thank you, all of you, for joining us to celebrate this joyous occasion." The way he carried himself and the sheer confidence he exuded was mesmerizing, you couldn't deny how it made you swoon. "I've been infamous for many things, and I'm sure the tales have spread far and wide. So please, allow me one more gesture with you as the witnesses."
The crowd giggled at his words, and you finally spotted Hanabi among them, quietly assessing the scene.
Your husband turned to you, a soft smile on his face.
"This is for you my empressâ my lovely queen. Words can't describe how elated I am to know that now you bear our child." He took your hand and pressed a kiss on it. "And it's only fitting that I praise you along with the skies and the stars."
A footman arrived and presented a pearly box. Satoru opened it, revealing a necklace inside. The centerpiece was a large, flawless diamond surrounded by smaller, perfectly cut stones of the same kind. No matter how you saw it, it was truly a work of art, meant to captivate and dazzle anyone who laid eyes on it.
You let out a gasp. "This..."
Satoru grinned, picking up the jewelry and preparing to place it on you. "Nothing much. Just a little trinket for you."
"This is not just a 'little trinket'!"
Your banter elicited another round of snickers from the audience as Satoru fastened the necklace around your neck. The moment he did, the crowd erupted into applause.
"Actually, my real gift is the new pagoda in the royal gardens, built in honor of the Empress," Satoru stated effortlessly, grinning unabashedly. "Feel free to stop by later, everyone."
To the ton, for him to gift you with something so sacred was the height of extravagance. Some of them wondered how you had managed to turn the elusive emperor into someone so devoted to you.
And a few... might be harboring ill will against you for it.
. . .
Later that night, you were sorting through the gifts you had received throughout the day.
"I don't understand, why would you give an expecting woman this?" Shoko picked apart a manuscript that was the gift from Archbishop Yaga. "Who would read this?"
"I wouldn't, but I'm sure Duke Geto would," you replied, and soon the two of you were giggling together.
From jewelry to ornaments, you were pleased with all the gifts presented by the guests from day one. While most were given out of formality, it was heartwarming to imagine your baby seeing all these someday.
Your attention soon turned to the box Megumi handed you earlierâNaoya's gift.
You were intrigued, because what could your spiteful ex-husband could possibly give you? And you immediately reached over to open the lid to find...
"What's that?" Shoko asked as your eyes widened in slight surprise.
Inside the box was an intricate gold and ruby necklace. One you knew well. The very one you wore during your coronation as the Empress of the Eastern Empire.
Years ago, Naoya himself had chosen this piece for you, and now he was gifting it to you, again?
âFrom now on, itâs going to be me and you, Empress.â
Reliving years of your marriage with him wasn't easy. You two were childhood sweethearts, and had been happy in the beginning. You couldn't pinpoint when things began to fall apart, but suddenly Naoya turned into such a person you didn't recognize altogether.
Seeing this relic made you nostalgic, and before you realized it, you touched it, trying to get a better lookâ
"Ahâ!"
Suddenly, a sharp, unexpected pain shot through your abdomen. You instantly dropped the jewelry, letting it crash to the ground, and clutched your lower belly.
"Empress! What happened?!" Shoko rushed to your side in an instant, holding you up, and you whimpered.
"It hurtsâ!" Your breath hitched, as a seemingly invisible knife gutted you from inside. The intensity of the pain was overwhelming, leaving you gasping for breath. "Shoko, pleaseâ"
And before you could even scream or think, the pain blindsided you and your vision titled, before blacking out completely.
First came the warmth, then a reassuring squeeze on your hand. As your consciousness returned, you felt groggy, with your surroundings sharpening into focus.
The first thing that became your main focus the moment your eyes fluttered open was Satoru's face, a mixture of fright and relief etched across his features.
"You're awake..." He breathlessly muttered, sitting on your bedside, interlacing his fingers with yours. "How do you feel?"
"Sa...toru..." your voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, and as soon as he heard you speak, he exhaled sharply, pulling you into a tight embrace.
"Heavens, Iâ" he let out a long sigh, his breath hot against your neck. "I'm so glad... you are..."
"What h-happened to me...?" you were feeling feverish and a dull throb was pounding at the back of your head, before the shock of it all dawned on you. "B-baby...! Ourâ!"
"Baby is okay too, don't worry," Satoru assured, pulling away from you to gently touch your cheek and squeeze your hand. "Both of you are fine for now..."
The horror that you might lose your baby shook you to the very core. Your vision blurred with the threatening onset of tears.
"Wh-at happened to me, Satoru...?" you asked again as he wiped your first falling tears, your heartbeat sounding so loud in your ears. "I-I was just..."
His expression took on a sudden shift, as if a dark cloud had passed over his face.
"You came into contact with a cursed object," he stated, his eyes hard as he locked onto yours. "You were cursed, Y/N."
"What...?" You were rendered speechless, feeling your body starting to shake. Cursed object? Your past coronation necklace?
Naoya was trying to curse you?
"It's okay, I'm here now, yeah?" Satoru's voice broke through your spiraling thoughts, grounding you in the present. "Look at me. Hey, look at me." he repeated, his deep blue eyes locking onto yours with intensity.
âIâm here. Iâm here with you. Nothingâabsolutely nothingâwill touch you so long as Iâm here.â
But in that moment, your mind was so overwhelmed with fear for yourself and your unborn baby that you couldn't fully grasp the magnitude of the mess unfolding before you, and you just cried in his arms.
Feeling your feeble fingers fisting his robes and your inconsolable tears staining his collar, Satoru gritted his teeth.
âThis won't happen again,â he whispered into your hair, feeling his rage simmering as he felt the tremors of your sobs against his chest. âI swear, I won't let anything like this happen again.â
To Satoru, that was more than enough to justify all his subsequent actions. Putting a curse on his empress essentially amounted to an act of beginning a war.
And it also meant he no longer had to operate behind the scenes.
âKeep them in Clock Tower. No contact. Only food and water at designated times.â
Satoru's icy gaze on the captain of royal guard compelled him to hastily comply with the order, before his eyes landing on the map of the entire continent.
In response to the incident that befell you, he issued orders for open hostility along the eastern and western borders. Soon after, he would formally declare his intention to go to war.
So close. He was so close to achieving his end goal.
. . .
"Satoru!"
Several days later, Suguru burst into his study, visibly outraged. He clenched his fists, looking as if he was about to throttle him altogether.
"Youâ" he heaved a harsh breath. "You have gone too far!"
"What are you talking about, Suguru?"
"Is cursing the entire winery village not enough for you?" This was the first time Suguru had been this furious with him. "Did you really have to massacre the neighboring district as well?!"
"They have placed a curse on my empress." It was so easy for him to say it. "Anyone who dares to harm her shall die."
"You can direct it at Zen'in Naoya! Not the innocent civilians!"
Satoru remained silent, neither shaken nor enraged, and he had finally had enough.
âAre you even sure itâs because the empress is cursed?" Suguru challenged. In his view, this farce had been going on too long.
âNo, Satoru. You are just using her. For so long, you have wanted to bring bloodshed to Western Empire. You were almost there when Empress Y/N proposed that deal to marry you.â
You were informed, days later.
âHis Majesty has placed the prince and royal consort of the Western Empire under strict watch in Clock Tower.â
Clock Tower was essentially the prison where they kept war criminals. Learning that Satoru had confined both Megumi and Hanabi there left you aghast.
After some days of bedrest and getting better, you realized that the entire situation still didn't make sense to you. As hateful as Naoya was, harming you would do him more harm than good. Eastern and Western Empires stood evenly matched in military power, and hence, a conflict between them would bring devastation to both sides.
And moreover, you knew for sure was that Megumi was definitely not the one responsible for this. He was just a boy!
You had to let him out somehow. You had to talk to Satoru about this.
Or at least that was what you thought when you came close to his study.
âAre you even sure it's because the empress is cursed? No, Satoru. You are just using her. For so long, you have wanted to bring bloodshed to Western Empire. You were almost there when Empress Y/N proposed that deal to marry you.â
You stopped on your tracksâstunned into place, to be exact.
âAnd youâve struck gold when she did because her influence will provide you with greater advantage.â Suguru scoffed then, lightly shaking his head with a sneer. âLove? How laughable. All these years, you are planning your warpath, how could you claim you love her when you're trying to ravage her homeland without even considering the impact it would have on her?â
It felt like whiplash. Geto Suguru's voice had your feet rooted to the spot, causing all your doubts to resurface and sizzle in an instant. The very question you had tried to avoid, it was suddenly shoved in your face.
What... will Satoru say? Your heart thumped so loud in your ears it made you almost stagger. He couldn't possibly. He simply couldn't. All his actions... they reflected his affection for you and you believed it because you felt it yourself too.
But Satoru's next response wasâ
âEven when she is derided as the devil, I will bring an end to the Zenâin line in this lifetime.â
And a part of your heart withers then.
The tips of your fingers trembled, finally taking in everything that you had tried to ignore for the past few weeks. It all caught up to you in one overwhelming rush.
Suddenly, it felt as if something inside your chest was torn out and held up for you to see.
"I'm telling you, that day will come sooner than you think, Satoru." Suguru's voice broke through, his frustration palpable. His words snapped you out of your reverie, and you took a step back, retreating to the safety of your study.
The first time you felt utter hollowness wrecking you was when you had suspected that Naoya might have taken Hanabi to his bed. The feelings overwhelming you now were eerily similar to how you felt back then.
Only in this caseâŠ
You had used him first, and if he used you in return... you couldn't fault him.
But isn't it still a bitter truth, even when a mutual transaction is very well within his rights, to know that what you believe as love may apparently not really be the case?
Love... of course, he loves you.
Of that, he was certain.
But at the same time⊠he had his ambitions.
Destroying the Eastern Empire. Was it so wrong that he wanted it? Didn't you want this as well? After all, Naoya had spurned you for a lowly servant and made your life hell, didnât he?
Satoru strolled through the halls and made his way to your study, where the sight of you, so pretty and regal in your seat, greeted him.
His beautiful, graceful wife and empress of his nation. For so long, he had desired you, and now here you were, perched within his walls. His heart couldn't be more fullâ his life is complete already.
"Sweetheart, hey... how are you feeling today?" an adoring grin was visible on his face as he approached you. "Does the baby give you trouble today?"
You didn't answer though, and didn't look at him either. It was quite strange, Satoru thought.
"What's wrong? Is there somethingâ" And when you finally turned to him, the look in your eyes was so eerily cold it almost gave him a chill.
"Release Megumi from your dungeon," you told him with a strained tone. "And return him to his home empire."
The smile on Satoru's face vanished that instant.
"I can't do that."
You rose from your seat, facing him. "He is just a child."
Satoru regarded you with a stern look. âThat child you speak about is a prince of the Eastern Empire. He has committed a great crime against you.â
âNaoya didnât do it.â Your steely gaze was unflinching. âHe might be senseless, but he isnât insane enough to deliberately go into a war he might possibly lose.â
Satoru's eyes darkened at your words, as you stood before him with determination. The way you were so adamant somehow took him aback. âHow... could you defend him? He has wronged you!â
It was one question you had expected, and you had the answer ready.
âEven if he has, I could never wish doom upon my own homeland, Satoru. Iâve lived most of my life there, I did a great deal of things thereâ even if you harbor some sort of misguided contempt or just bloodthirsty enough to lay ruin to Eastern Empire, I refuse to be the puppet for your schemes!â
There it was. You had said it. Everything would crumble once again just like your previous marriage.
Satoru was staring at you in slight disbelief, his eyes gleamed with something that you couldn't really pinpoint. Anger? Disappointment?
âYour life was in danger, as was our unborn childâs. Donât you care about thatâ!â he actually had to stop to catch his breath. âDonât you care that our child nearly didn't make it?â
âAnd? You must have thought it was the perfect grounds for declaring a war?â but you didnât relent and questioned him with a scoff. âAnd afterwards, you would try to use me to gain defectors from Eastern Empire, is that it?â
You saw the flash of surprise in your now-husband's eyes right when you recited his words, but you weren't about to hold back any longer now.
âNow youâre using my safety to justify your actions,â you hissed, feeling like suddenly you understood what all of this was. âYouâre quite cunning, Satoru. Iâve heard everythingâyou will do anything to bring an end to the Zen'in lineage! You wonât even consider the repercussions of my reputation being tarnished across the lands!â
âIs that even important now?â Satoru gritted his teeth to suppress his irritation. âYou have been cursed. Do you honestly think I would let them get away with cursing my empress? How could I, who seek to protect you, be more vicious than whoever in Eastern Empire who cursed you with that necklace?â
âYouâre doing this for your personal gratification!â you exclaimed. âIt is never about me. Youâre just a warmonger!â
The moment those words left your lips, Satoru stilled. His gaze on you faltered, and you couldâve sworn hurt flashed in his face.
âJust how low⊠is your opinion of me?â he asked, his tone dropping, eyes devoid of emotion. âYou jump into conclusions only after overhearing something in a passing and yet you know for sure Naoya wouldnât harm youââ he clenched his jaw.
âYou⊠really loved him, donât you?â he asked with a sardonic smile. âI know it already. You wonât ever be able to do the same for me. You canât even trust me.â
You were rendered speechless. Despite your doubts of him, hearing this still felt like a slap in your face.
Wonât be able to do the same for him? No. Thatâs not true. You wereâ
Satoru let out a defeated laugh and ran his hand through his hair, leaving you uncertain whether he was amused or heartbroken by your lack of response.
âItâs funny, how I have loved you for so long... but apparently the woman I believed to have even a semblance of affection for me doesnât even exist.â
It felt like that one part of you that was capable of feeling love had been stabbed once again.
To say this out loud hurt you deeply, unbeknownst to him. You didnât mean this at all, still it was what came out of youâ
âIn the end, weâre just using each other. Thatâs all we are to each other.â
Satoru bitterly snorted, finding your accusation so unfair to him.
âHow cruel is it that Iâm the only one who has to prove this love to you? What about you? Youâre terribly, horribly selfish!â
You stayed silent, looking away, caught between the scorching knives that seemed to twist your heart and conflicting emotions in it, uncertain of what to believe anymore. And you didn't really know what heartbreak was like beforeâ
âIt has been really exhausting, and I donât want to bother anymore.â
When his gaze next met yours, dark and piercing, you realized he was no longer the same man who once promised you love and devotion.
âYou're free to believe whatever truth you wish. But remember, even if you are my wife and the empress of this nation, should you commit any transgressions⊠I wonât hesitate to accuse you of treason, Empress.â
You have committed treason.
Satoru had conducted investigation of the sorts just to prove his point. And yet days later, no direct evidence pointing towards Megumi or Hanabi were found in that cursed necklace.
Punishment for treason is imminent death. You were well-aware of that more than anyone, but your consciousness wouldn't allow it if Megumi had to be hanged due to Satoru's antagonism.
"Your Majesty, your kindness knows no bounds," Megumi said, dropping to one knee before you and lowering his head in the throne room. Satoru had chosen not to grace any of you with his presence, leaving you alone to bid farewell to both Megumi and Hanabi.
Since then, you hadn't spoken with him, nor had he visited your chambers. It was as if he considered you nonexistent at all.
And it is really only a matter of time before he finds out.
But at the very least, you were right. It was never Megumi. That boy was fond of you, he could never. So, you shifted your gaze on the woman next to him.
"Royal Consort Hanabi. A word."
It was the cue for everyone else to exit the throne room. Now, you were faced with this woman once again, and yet one thing remained the sameâ you were still towering over her.
"Why did you do it?" Your calm gaze betrayed a quiet anger that was unmistakably clear. All because of this woman. It was beyond you, how despite having left your past life behind, she had somehow managed to taint your new one as well.
Hanabi looked away, a hint of shame coloring her features. "Your Majesty knows, so why do you spare me?" she asked quietly.
"How preposterous of you to think that I have spared you," you scoffed. "All this time, have you learned nothing at all from standing by Naoya's side?"
She flinched, visibly making herself smaller at your unforgiving tone, still, she dared herself to meet your eyes.
"Can I ask... why you never consider it as Emperor Naoya's doing?" she seemed more confused more than anything, even as her lips wobbled. "The two of you... you don't really hate each other, so why...?"
You didn't want to dwell on why Naoya had chosen that specific piece of jewelry to return to you. If anything, you'd consider it his final parting gift and be done with it.
But the naivety of this woman was astounding. Someone like her wouldn't last long in your seat. You let out a sigh, torn between feeling sorry for her or not.
"You have much to learn about court affairs, Hanabi. And do not think this is an act of mercy. Sending you back to Naoya is a punishment in itselfâyou know that by now."
Hanabi trembled where she stood, her breaths were shallow, and her hands shook slightly as she struggled to maintain composure in your presence.
Realizing it was futile to continue the conversation, you decided to conclude it.
"Know that I will never forgive you for what you have done to me." Your sharp eyes squared on her, the cold ire in your tone making her shudder.
In all the years Hanabi had known you, you had never appeared more fearsome than you did now, adorned in silks of deep blue hues, with that crown of diamonds gleaming in your head.
Then, as if sealing her fate, you delivered these parting words:
"You've always coveted what I have, and sooner or later, that will be your downfall."
The palace felt suffocating for you. After sending Hanabi away, you took a walk in the gardens, followed closely by your ladies-in-waiting.
Good heavens, what have you done? You definitely didn't regret saving Megumi, but no matter how, you had committed a great crime against your own empire. A sentence would loom over your head!
And what about your baby? Would Satoru execute you while you still had his child inside you?
The very thought made your vision tilt, and you had to lean on the wall for support. Your ladies-in-waiting were immediately clamoring against each other.
"Leave," you commanded, trying to catch your breath while doing so. "I'll⊠take some time to rest here."
It took you a moment to realize you had reached the pagoda that Satoru had commissioned for you. This was your first time visiting it. The structure was magnificent, towering in height and adorned with exquisite decorations, leaving you in awe.
"It's a gift to the heavens for blessing me with you and our baby."
You wanted to cry. His voice, soft and smooth, conveyed those words so easily to you. He really loved you, didn't he? What made you so unsure about that undeniable fact?
And now you had broken his heart.
Your hand reached for your belly. Though hidden by your dress, you could distinctly feel that it had become firmer these days, holding the product of your love with Satoru.
"I'm sorry, baby..." you whispered, heartbroken. "I didn't mean to drag you into this too..."
You felt nauseous, your breaths come in short pants, and you felt a headache coming. It didn't really register to you that you had crashed into the candle table, before you collected yourself and ventured deeper inside.
You just wanted a sense of peace and quiet. You would think more later, and right now, the darkness inside felt like a comforting lull for you to rest.
. . .
Or at least that was what you had intended, until you looked back and saw the swirling inferno creeping through the halls.
It didn't take long for Satoru to figure out you had really orchestrated Megumi's release.
More than his wounded pride, it was the searing pain of realizing that you truly believed he was only using you for his own benefit. It felt like an insult to everything he had done for you.
Why couldn't you see that? Just how hard is it for you to understand?
And now that it had come to this... what did you expect from him? Should he really make good on his word and punish you? It tore his heart to even consider it.
However, what was worse was⊠did you think he was really capable of that too?
Amidst his heartache, suddenly he heard loud commotion from outside his study, yells and cries of helpâ and it roused him from his thoughts that he came out of his study, only to come right into a familiar face.
"Anyone! Anyone at all!" one of your maids was running, sobbing and hysterical. "Her Majesty! Please help Her Majesty!"
"What is all of this ruckus?" Satoru demanded, catching the maid by the hand, as she stuttered in tears.
And then, everything came crashing down with the next words.
"The Empressâ is trapped inside the burning tower!"
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yourusername: if youâd of told me a few years ago iâd be here today crying about the fact that my little boy was turning a year old, iâd of laughed in your face, iâd of laughed even more if you told me iâd be a single mother. Iâve been away from the world of social media, the world of being in the public to focus solely on my son, my whole world. But today is his day, and he deserves to be celebrated, deserves to know how loved he is. Happy birthday my little boy, youâre the most precious thing in my life. Those who donât see that, donât deserve you, you beautiful, cheerful, cheeky little boyđ
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GeorgeRussell: I AM CRYING IN THE CLUB RN, MY LITTLE BUDDY IS A GROWN MAN
yourusername: donât say that!! i only have him for the next 16 years until heâs fully grown, tomorrow heâll practically be going to universityđ„ș
GeorgeRussell: university? wym? we (we as in all of his uncles) have collectively decided we will be training him as the next f1 world champion??
yourusername: absolutely not, my baby will not be getting into one of them death traps
GeorgeRussell: lol is this a bad time to tell you I brought him a kart for his birthday?
yourusername: HEâS ONE
GeorgeRussell: and what?
Lilymhe: heâs one!!?đ„ș where has the time gone? Such a beautiful little boy, just like his mummađ©·
yourusername: my bestie!! he adores his auntie lily sm, thank you for everything you do, we love you đ
AlexAlbon: and his uncle Alex right?
yourusername: other than when you lost his blanky when you took him on a day out? yeah sure
AlexAlbon: IT WAS AN ACCIDENT
yourusername: tell him that, he cried for days
AlexAlbon: brb off to go buy him for birthday presents to make it up to himđââïž
DanielRicciardo: you just wait until he sees my gift, i will OFFICALLY be the favourite uncle
MaxVerstappen: lol dream on, my gift will be better
CharlesLeclerc: youâre BOTH wrong, nothing will beat my mini drivable Ferrari. Eat my dust, loser unclesđ
OscarPiastri: right well, my jellycat seems a bit of a let down present nowđ
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OscarPiastri: HA itâs confirmed, i am the favourite uncle
DanielRicciardo: thereâs not one thing in ynâs comment that says youâre the favourite, dream on mate. We all know itâs me.
MaxVerstappen: heâs my best buddy idk what u guys are on about, he told me when he comes over for dinner.
CharlesLeclerc: well he told me when i was on holiday with him and i brought him ice cream so HA
yourusername: @/charles YOU BROUGHT HIM ICE CREAM?
CharlesLeclerc: no, i didnât say that, who said that?
MaxVerstappen: lol youâre dead, does that mean the favourite uncle position is open?
Username1: does that baby look a little bit likeâŠLando??
username2: i was thinking the same thingđ§
Username3: how come all the boys are his uncle but Lando is nowhere to be found??
username2: there is something going on here and i NEED to find out. Does Lando know about the baby? is it his? Does he know it might be his? WHAT ARE ALL THE DETAILS?
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username4: the caption?? is this a dig?? there is too much going on!!
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username6: i do too, but i miss yn and Landoâs relationship so much
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two people that matched each others freak | max verstappen
pairing: max verstappen x teammate!reader
summary: max verstappen and y/n l/n love to match each others freak.
notes: took a small break to enjoy my summer break start!! but iâm back, request are open !!
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yourusername: what an unfortunate series of events. first crash kinda nervous đ„°đ„°@/carlossainz kill yourself for what you did to me.
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user1: LMAO THE CASUAL SELFIE AFTER THAT BIG ASS CRASH ??
user2: carlos deserves way more then a 5 place penalty after thatâŠ
user3: no literally ??? y/n is literally BLEEDING !!
maxverstappen1: yeah @/carlossainz. KILL YOURSELF.
user4: you tell âem max đŁïžđŁïž
user5: queens first crash and itâs not even her fault đđ
user6: queens first crash and she almost DIES
user7: carlos hate club reunite !!!
user8: oh letâs notâŠ
user9: to quote y/n: âaccidents happen. i know carlos didnât get into his car with the intention of hurting me. thereâs no hard feelings whatsoever.â
carlossainz: IM SO SORRY Y/N.
yourusername: i only take apologies in cash and gift cards xx.
maxverstappen: i only take apologies in cash.
carlossainz: why would i apologize to you?
maxverstappen1: because you almost killed my bestfriend.
carlossainz: do you accept venmo?
user8: max still calling y/n his bestfriend even tho theyâve been dating for two years now is so ??
user9: they were bestfriends for 6 years before that so..
charles_leclerc: give us a big scare there l/n đŹ happy youâre okay!
yourusername: thank you charles â€ïž but because you are carlos teammate, i feel like i am also owed compensation from you as well.
maxverstappen1: yeah leclerc! pay up!!
charles_leclerc: text me the amount đ
user10: i love how max just goes along with everything y/n says ???
user11: we love a man who matches his gfs freak â€ïžâ€ïž
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maxverstappen1: thank you to @/charles_leclerc and @/carlossainz for funding our date night đ
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user12: NO WAY
user13: CARLOS AND CHARLES ACTUALLY SENT THEM THE MONEY ???
user14: this is so cute đ„č
user15: yns so pretty đ
maxverstappen1: the prettiest đđ
user16: i just looked at my bf and sighed
charles_leclerc: ofc!! cute couple đ„°đ„°
user17: charles definitely has a favorite couple
user18: y/n, my favorite nerd
user19: max, my favorite nerd lover
user20: perfect couple
user21: i have a theory that y/n and max are so happy together because they genuinely compliment each other so well
user21: they literally clicked as soon as they met, and they have said that âthey feel at homeâ with each other, they can be their true selves when theyâre together
user21: conclusion; iâm lonely and i wish i had a relationship like this
carlossainz: youâre welcome ig. am i forgiven now?
yourusername: weâll see!
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f1gossip: throwback thursday!!! throwback to when max and y/n broke the internet, by announcing they were both no longer virgins..through cake.
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user22: oh yes the good old days
user23: been matching each others freak since DAY ONE
user24: back when ynstappen was still not OFFICIALLY confirmed
user25: you should throwback to when max refused to resign with red bull until they gave y/n a multi-year contract âșïžâșïž
user26: this was a CRAZY day for f1
user27: this connected the dots for all the ynstappen shippers because they basically confirmed they lost their virginity to EACHOTHER!!
user28: did we ever find out whoâs idea this was?
user29: a couple months ago it was brought up and max spoke: âi know lots of people think it was yns idea..but it was actually mine. i guess i was just tired to hiding our relationship, so i brought it up, and y/n thought it was hilarious.â
user30: my parents âïžâïž
user31: from teammates, to friends, to bestfriends, to lovers. living my dream.
user32: them.
user33: if they breakup i will genuinely never believe in love ever again.
user34: them becoming bestfriends was so unexpected, but made so much sense.
user35: if it werenât for the ice cream shop they never would have happened âčïž
user36: pls explain?
user35: this is when y/n and max had just started the season as teammates, max hands performed his best, coming in at 6th with y/n behind in 7th
user35: after the race, y/n had unexpectedly asked max to go get ice cream with her at a ice cream shop nearby
user35: max, feeling like he didnât deserve to celebrate in anyway, declined. but y/n persisted, basically pulling him into that ice cream shop
user35: thatâs when max said he truly had the time of his life, he felt happy, even though his race went horrible, he said that he has so much fun with yn and that he has never laughed so hard; the start of ynstappen âčïž
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maxverstappen1: listening to it right now!
maxverstappen1: oh wow
maxverstappen1: i like this liefde!! đđ
maxverstappen1: come to the room so we can listen together!!
yourusername: coming !!!!! đđ
landonorris: you are aware you can text privately right?
user36: THE ICE CREAM SHOP PICTURE
user37: he looks so happy đđđđ
user38: sobs
user39: y/n healing maxs inner child is something i KNEW i needed.
user40: power couple !!!
danielricciardo: i been a nasty girl, i been a nasty girl
user41: i need someone to love me like max loves y/n
landonorris: whos gonna match my freak đŁ
user58: ME I WILL PLS LANDO I WILL
user42: the first picture ?? đđ
user43: omg the second picture. iâm going to throw up with joy. i love you guys.
user44: ynstappen ships used to PRAY for days like these.
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maxverstappen1: iâll match her freak!!! i will !!!
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user45: yes max, we know
user46: i just looked at my boyfriend and sighed
user47: the shirt ???
maxverstappen1: @/danielricciardo thank you for the shirt :D i love it đ
user48: iâm totally ready for max to wear that shirt on race dayâŠ
yourusername: the perfect photographer đ„°
maxverstappen1: itâs easy when my muse is perfect âșïžâșïž
user49: that SHOULD BE ME.
user50: conđ„čgrađ„čtulađ„čtions
user51: no one will ever understand how much i love this couple
user52: we love a man who matches his gfs energy âïžâïžâïž
user53: so happy for you guys! haha. ha. ha. so happy.
charles_leclerc: beautiful shirt mate!
user54: the way charles and max still donât follow each other but this is charles every time max post:
user55: oh! such a cute shirt! haha, ha, iâm so lonely.
user56: max could do better
maxverstappen1: kill yourself you worthless piece of garbage
user57: yâall saying you miss mad max but he makes an appearance every time someone says something negative about y/n đ
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Damian: Father, where is Alfred? I need his counsel on an issue.
Bruce: He stepped out for some errands, but I can help in his place. What's the issue?
Damian: No. Even I am more knowledgeable in the ways of the heart than you. I shall wait for Alfred's return.
Bruce mouthing: In the ways of the heart?
Later that evening: ........
Bruce: Did Damian talk to you about his problem today, Alfred?
Alfred: Yes, Master Bruce. The lad seemed to be sweet on a classmate and was seeking guidance on how to approach the young man.
Bruce: Why didn't he come to me!? I could help him!
Alfred: Seeing as you failed to get Jack Fenton to glance in your direction, let alone consider you a romantic partner, I fail to see how you would help Master Damian with Danny Fenton.
Bruce: Jack Fenton has a son!? A son Damian fancies!?
Alfred: Yes, he does. Interestingly enough, I had a similar conversation with your father back when he learned Anthony Fenton's son was Jack.
Bruce: I can't believe this. It's always the Fentons. WHY CAN'T THEY EVER LOVE US BACK?!
Alfred: Well, you know what they say. The third time is the charm. Perhaps Master Damian will have better luck than you or your father did.
Bruce: Do you really belive that?
Alfred: Oh not at all. I've seen the way Mr.Fenton looks at Master Damian. That is not the expression of a boy who fancies someone. Rather, I would say it's the one a butcher aims at a cow for slaughter.
Bruce sighing: And the cycle of heart break contuines.
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Doc's about four beers in by now. It's just enough to loosen his lips, especially with Etho eating most of the pretzels so Doc can't eat them. Compared to almost any other hermit under these circumstances, Doc seems barely tipsy at most, but, well, it's not like Beef needs him drunk to vent his latest frustrations at the world, he just needs him tipsy enough not to notice he's talking.
"--and I just don't understand why people are so surprised, man. You--you all have teased me too much to be surprised!" Doc is saying. "Ren laughed at me. Laughed!"
He also, for the record, seems to need to complain about... apparently his husband? Which is new. Beef had been surprised. He's not going to say so, yet, because this is Doc's very belated NHO bachelor party--can they call it that when it's more "sitting around a TV drinking, eating snacks, and not doing anything because they're all too old to be partying", and when Doc is very clearly not a bachelor?--and that would be rude.
"That dog," Bdubs says loyally. "I can kill him for you. I'm the judge so I wouldn't get arrested and I'd make sure you get all his money as a widow."
"No, you can't kill him, man, I still need him for tax benefits!"
"What taxes?" Etho asks, sounding vaguely panicked.
Everyone stops to consider this.
"Beneficial ones," Doc finally says.
"I don't think that's what--I think you're misunderstanding your English again," Beef says.
"No, I'm always right," Doc says.
They sit in companionable silence for a few moments. Someone shouts on TV. The show is in Swedish. Beef has no idea what's happening. He's honestly just kind of waiting for someone else to notice.
"It's just. I don't get it, man! Why are you all acting so surprised I called Ren my husband? You! You all know me!" Doc says, somewhere between accusing and despairing, and hm, maybe these beers were higher alcohol content than normal, if he's already on despairing? "Ren and I have been--after season eight, making it official, it is only a natural thing, yes? But we had--he's asked to have my puppies. You've heard him say our babies would be beautiful."
"That dog," Bdubs says loyally again, this time in a much more suggestive tone.
"More than once," mutters Etho.
"It's not--I mean, we all knew you and Ren were... how do I put this?" Beef says. "It's not surprising that you two are. Er. Help me out here."
"Boning," Etho says.
"EXCUSE YOU?" Bdubs says, scandalized.
"Yeah. Boning," Beef says. "Doing the horizontal tango. Probably some vertical ones too. I mean, you're definitely into some things--"
"Fighting dragons," Etho dryly adds.
"THAT WAS STILL GROUNDS FOR DIVORCE," Bdubs shouts, apparently over being scandalized and moving straight to offense.
"Two seasons later? Man, you just wanted to wring as much alimony out of me as possible," Doc says immediately.
"And? I'm a judge now, I know these things."
"My point," Beef says, before they can start arguing again, or before Etho can point out that they hadn't ever really been married to get divorced in the first place. "My point. We, uh, all knew you two had a thing. It's just, uh, marriage is... different! It's different, and--"
"You didn't INVITE ME TO THE WEDDING!" Etho says, finally unable to hold it in. "Whyyyyyyyyy? Doc, I thought we were friends! I thought we were friends, Doc! I wanted to go to the wedding!"
"It, it was a little thing," Doc says. "A common law marriage as much as--"
"Hey, wait, why didn't I officiate it, huh?" Bdubs says.
"That's not fair, you can't be mad at me for not inviting you to the wedding, the moon had just exploded!" Doc says.
"It had?" Etho says.
"Yeah, well, I exploded too and I still would have shown up," Bdubs says.
"I don't remember an explosion?" Beef says.
"Wait, the moon did something?" Etho says.
"Focus," Beef says. "Look. Doc. Also, love you man, but I always figured that if anyone was going to propose, it was going to be Ren."
Doc scoffs. "Clearly you don't know my husband, then."
Everyone waits for him to elaborate. Ren, after all, is the one known for dramatic emotional appeals. While Doc is equally dramatic--that's why Beef is throwing a bachelor party for the great fit as opposed to off showing him that Big Salmon can still show someone how to sleep with fishes--he's not exactly great at emotions. Surely, he will elaborate on why Ren would never be the one to propose between the two of them.
He doesn't.
"Anyway, I think it's been obvious for, for years, and you all are morons, and--why is the TV in Swedish?"
"THANK YOU!" Bdubs says. "I thought it would be rude to point out."
"Oh, I like it, though," Etho says as Doc changes the channel to a home improvement show. Yeah, sure. Fits the vibes of this bachelor party as much as anything else. Beef grabs another beer. He pauses.
"Wait, you said a common law marriage. That means you haven't actually had a wedding yet, right?"
"Not really," Doc says.
Beef considers being reasonable, and then he lets it go.
"Dibs on planning it," he says.
"WHAT?" Bdubs says, rounding on Beef.
"I--hey, I didn't agree to this!" Doc says, as Beef begins negotiations with Bdubs. Etho laughs, louder than he normally does, and throws an arm around Doc.
"Let it happen, man. Let it happen."
It's a good party, and a good night.
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Lullabies Pt 2 | Max Verstappen x Singer! Reader
Summary: Max left without letting you fully explain. Nearly a year later, he realises he made a mistake when he thinks you're moving on.
Warnings: Swearing. Angst but also fluff. Redemption arc.
Female reader with various faceclaims (pics found on pinterest). Takes place in 2021 with slightly altered timelines.
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ââââââ àŒ»đ„žàŒș ââââââ
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YourUserName a huge thank you to everyone who came to my album release concert! đ„ a huge apology to anyone who missed out but after such a phenomenal crowd this evening, i'm pleased to announce the GUTS tour coming 2022!!
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User1 a tour!!! release the dates/countries now please and thank you
User2 mother treating us
User3 okay but when she SANG The Grudge with the tears rolling down her cheeks, poured her whole soul into that
â User4 omg yes, you could legit feel the pain in your own chest
â User5 no no no because what about the gasp through her sobbing at The Stranger
User6 nobody can tell me that Obsessed wasn't written as a kelly piquet pov
â User7 haha literally because y/n has never said a bad word about this woman but she is all up in her businessÂ
â User8 and all up in her likes too from what i saw
User8 not my delusional ass hoping itâs max and that the lighting just made his hair darker
User9 love how sheâs still featured on the wags page despite her and max not being a couple for 10 months now
â User10 legit. they post her more than kelly
User11 i bet max is kicking himself for letting her go now that someone else has realised how much sheâs worthÂ
FutureF1Wag i need to know where f1 wags got that pic from because itâs SOOO much clearer than the one i got
User12 okay but where can i get a man like that because that kiss looks hawt!
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Nov
YourUserName just posted a new story
lilymhe have the best time, babe. brunch debrief tomorrow?
â YourUserName 11?
â lilymhe absolutelyÂ
YourBestFriend oo look at you being treated rightÂ
â YourUserName i know. how sweet
they're sooo pretty as well
â YourBestFriend youâve had bigger thoughÂ
â YourUserName donât do this todayÂ
â YourBestFriend sorry. be safe. text me when youâre homeÂ
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Dec
User1 max really said, just because i didn't want her doesn't mean anyone else can
â User2 be serious, he clearly loves her. he just confused his priorities for a hot second
User3 the way these rumours have been floating since max and kelly went social media official though. like everyone has constantly said they're on the rocks since we found out about them
â User4 literally. like i loved max and y/n but they've both moved on. people are just creating drama because they can't accept that max and y/n aren't together anymore
User5 no because y/n is literally max's forever after and nobody can convince me otherwise
User6 max and y/n are literally each other's one true love. kelly was just the poison apple that leads to their true love's kiss
User7 y/nstappen shippers rise!
User8 she's watching his races again!
User9 she watched him win!!
User10 @ YourBestFriend is just like us for real. you can tell she's been praying for them to get back together
â User11 she's feeding us crumbs and we're lapping them up
User12 not red bull down here fighting with us in the trenches
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maxverstappen1 FUCK YEAH! WORLD CHAMP! đ„đłđ±
a huge thank you to @ redbullracing for their support throughout the whole season. you made all of this possible.
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redbullracing what a season! here's to many more, champ
christianhorner so unbelievably proud of you! enjoy the celebrations
danielricciardo congrats, mate. couldn't be happier for you. looking forward to celebrating later đŸ
landonorris woohoo! my shirt is still wet from your tears
â maxverstappen1 don't lie. you cried more than i did
â landonorris true
mclaren well done, max! an amazing achievement
YourUserName congrats, world champ x
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â User13 mama en papa
â User14 not the best phrase to use when the reason they broke up is due to a miscommunication about having childrenÂ
User15 omg omg omg, not a drill, guys. the queen has commented. and max liked!!Â
â User16 user we may not get them back together but iâll take the tiny trickles of friendship they give us
â User17 same sis sameÂ
â User18 may our delulus come trululu
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YourUserName so i may have just won my first grammy?
my ultimate gratitude to @ lovelessofficial for taking a chance on me when no one else would, the biggest love to those who supported me before i deserved it, and a final huge thank you to the inspiration behind the album đđŠ
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User1 miss thing, looks like you got more than just your first grammy
â YourUserName it's definitely a nice collection ;)
francisca.cgomes so proud of you, minha linda đŒ
â YourUserName couldn't have done it without you pouring wine down my neck, kiks
lilymhe that's my girl!!
YourBestFriend wow, look at that dress. it would look better on my bedroom floor
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lewishamilton amazing achievement, y/n. well done
â YourUserName thanks, lewis. you raced so well this season
danielricciardo did somebody say celebratory drinks later? đ„
maxverstappen1 congrats, grammy winner x
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â lovelessofficial thanks for joining us for the celebrations
â User2 max was at her after party!!!!
â User3 over a year after their breakup and we might be getting them back together??
User4 the trophies in their house must be overwhelmingÂ
â User5 love that weâre talking like theyâre already back together
User6 'the inspiration behind the album' is so shady and sweet haha, poor max. i love that he'll be forever reminded of how badly he fumbled
â User7 what makes you think she's on about max
â User6 um, she wrote the album after their breakup and used the lion emoji, which she always used in posts about him. read the room, babes
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YourUserName happy new year's from me and my loved ones to you and yours (yes, he got drunk after this and ruined the rest of my photos)
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User8 omg omg omg omg!!!
User9 they're back together! they're back together! we win!
charles_leclerc beautiful couple. glad to see you both happy again
danielricciardo yuck. i haven't missed the pda
â YourUserName you're just jealous you can't be our third
â danielricciardo every day baby
maxverstappen1 i didnât ruin them! they just become less pg
â User10 woah, mr verstappen, we were not familiar with you
redbullracing our favourite trophy winning couple. can't wait to have y/n back in the paddock next month
maxverstappen1 looking forward to all that the future brings us, mijn mooie vrouw đ„°
â YourUserName mijn lieve echtgenoot đ
â User11 um, the pet names!!!
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I know some people said on Dannyâs that they wanted it to be longer but this are only planned as a duo series. Sorry, guys! đ
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As always, so sorry if I missed anyone. Thanks for all your support x
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Hi! For your requests could you do clingy reader in her early 20s and Toji in his mid 30s finding out she's pregnant and interacting with her strict parents? Please?
Whenever you get the chance, lysm!
Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader
Summary: You break the news to your parents that you're expecting.
Warnings: Fluff, Pregnancy, Age Gap (Reader early 20s, Toji mid thirties), Toji being a nervous wreck, Strict Parents
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Finding out that your girlfriend should be great news; however, this news takes Toji by surprise and leaves him unsure of how to feel. It definitely wasnât planned, though he shouldnât be shocked since you two werenât all that careful. Toji wants to get really excited for this but thereâs something that holds him backâ Your parents.
Your parents havenât been very accepting of Toji, mostly because of your age gap. Of course, there are some other factors that lead to your parents not liking Toji, but your age gap is the main one. Your parents arenât easy human beings to win over, and for some reason Toji is freaking out about it. Truthfully, Toji has never been more worried in his life.
âCanât you just call them? Tell them the great news?â He doesnât hide the fact that heâs freaking out when youâre standing at their doorstep. Youâre holding his hand, trying to get him to calm down, but itâs not working and youâre just feeling his sweaty palm. Great.
âCâmon, theyâre not going to eat you alive. You are the reason theyâre getting a cute grandbaby.â You tell him, hoping itâll calm down his nerves, but he just side eyes you.
âLike that makes it any better.â He mutters, and you roll your eyes. Tojiâs acting as if your dad is going to grab a shotgun and shoot himâ Even if that were to happen, youâre almost sure that Toji will somehow deflect a bullet. âBaby, can you have an ambulance on standby?â
âToji, for the love ofââ Youâre cut off by the door that opens. Your mother greets you both sweetly. She figured that she canât change your mind, she might as well welcome Toji into the family. Your father is a whole different story though.
Your father is less welcoming to Toji, but he tries to make some conversation with the man. Itâs dry since your father doesnât want to talk to Toji, and Toji is losing his fucking mind.
Dinner begins, and your mother is the one that carries the conversation. Toji feels as if your father glares at him every once in a while, and you notice how his breathing gets heavier. Heâs freaking out, and you donât know how to calm him down.Â
Your hand goes under the table, going to Tojiâs thigh and lightly squeezing it, hoping itâll bring him comfort. Toji gives you an awkward smile before sighing.
âSo why did you two want to join us for dinner?â Your father asks, knowing this isnât just a bonding dinner. Youâre here for a reason. You clear your throat before speaking,
âWe have an announcement.â You sound awkward, and your father furrows his eyebrows while your mother smiles, thinking she knows what the announcement is. You and Toji exchange a look, and you can tell he just wants to sprint out of the house. Itâs hilarious to think about since Toji is the biggest person in the room, and not to even mention that you two are grown adults.
âYouâre engaged! Let us see the ring!â Your mother exclaims, and Tojiâs face suddenly gets hot. If he wasnât dead before, he certainly is going to die now. The fact that you arenât married is surely going to cause an issue.
âI donât think thatâs itâŠâ Your father figures that out, but he canât figure out the announcement. You take a deep breath, and you shut your eyes. You canât even look at them, Tojiâs nerves transferring over to you.
âIâm pregnant.â You share, and you know that their eyes are wide. You know Toji is about to faint.
âWe donât know how it happenedâ Well, we know how it happened but⊠We werenât planning it so soon, I had a wedding and everything planned but this just came out of nowhere.â Toji is rambling. Your Toji, a man of few words, is trying to explain everything to your dad because he doesnât want to die tonight. Heâs sure heâs still going to, though.Â
Your parents are oddly quiet, making you open your eyes and see whatâs up with them. Your dad ends up sighing before speaking up, âYou two are adults, you know what youâre doing.â
Your mother nods in agreement, and you furrow your brows at the lack of reaction. Toji shares the same reaction as you do.Â
âIs that all?â Toji is about to let out a sigh of relief.
âYup. Canât hold you for too long since you two have to start planning a wedding soon.â Is your fatherâs response, and Toji chuckles. Thatâs more like it.
At least he isnât dead, which was Tojiâs expected outcome.
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love love LOVEE your toji/sukuna fics, mean big guys have me in a chokehold, but even more so if thereâs aftercare right after destroying u , Iâd like to see how you write that! No pressure, just a suggestion lol
đ. đ§đšđđ: no but you're so valid, idk why i keep forgetting about after care, ughhh!! ty for loving my tojikuna stuff <3
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âAhaaahhn! T-Tojii, t-too fast, going too fasâShhaaa!!â
âHeh, yâre complaininâ, but yâre the one squeezinâ my dick like crazy.â
âHmph, right, like some dirty whoreâŠShit, assâs so tightâŠâ
You were the partner of both TĆji Fushiguro and Sukuna RyĆmenâa fact that many would be astonished to know and for you to go dizzy thinking about.
How does one lure in the deadly, cursed being proclaimed the King of Curses and a cold-blooded assassin dubbed the Sorcerer Killer? You couldnât even think of a quick answer to such a question. What you do know is that being a spouse of the terrifying two in this polyamorous relationship was the definition of intense. And that would go for tonight as well.
Being bent and forced to be taken advantage of by your two lovers was nothing out of the ordinary. If anything, itâs almost a daily occurrence when either of them comes and pulls you aside to appease themselves. Nonetheless, what else was a little cute wife like you supposed to do: sit there and look pretty? Not tonight, at least.
You were all confined in your shared quarters, all three bodies atop the futons pulled to the tatami flooringâthree bodies stripped from their discarded attire, now nude and meshed together in hot and wanton passion.
Toji was beneath you, yet that didnât diminish his control over you. You may be straddling him and moving your hips to take in his erect cock into your aching cunt. However, his hands are stationed firmly on your waist, influential to your pace as he bucks into your wetness stuffed on excessive come. The fast ruts make it grueling to find the rhythmâbut thatâs what the dark-haired man wants, to see you all desperate and wailing from up above. âHow ya feelinâ, sweet thing?âÂ
As if you had any room to speak, so winded that wails were the only words you could say.Â
âOi, pet, answer when youâre being talked to.â
And the voice behind you doesnât make this scene any better.
From your backside, Sukunaâs massive frame hovered over you and Tojiâs, his gigantic frame easily dwarfing you both. His lower arms hold you down by the calves, and his upper left keeps him upright from easily squishing his partners. And the upper right crawls up to your throat, suffocating your airways lightly with just his thumb and forefinger.
As the other has you from below, the gigantic cursed man deals with you from above. His lower member is plunged into your rear hole, stretching you to the point of tears with his hefty girth while the other rubs on the crevice of your ass with every push of his hips. The hands on your legs come up to your waist, brushing Tojiâs, who moves his to your chest.
His guttural purrs send shivers up to your ears, and the tongue of his stomach probes you with a lick on your sweaty back. âWe need words, or else youâll be crushed without knowing, little dove.â
Because that is what you were: their little wife tending to them as a spouse would.Â
You swallow spit before the grip on your throat gets any tighter. âIâIâŠFeel sho gooodâŠ!â You twitch when the behemoth licks and nibbles on your ear so dangerously as if heâs tempted to eat youâhe just might be. ââMmmhh! S-Shoo fuull..â
Toji notices and snickers, âYeah, baby?â His hands on your breasts are rough, making you whimper. âDoinâ good so far,â he tweezes a nipple, earning a sharp yelp to leave your puffy lips. âHehm, so adorable, mamaâŠâ you cry even more when he pops the other nipple into his mouth; the feel of his tongue on your bud had you hot.Â
ââHnnm!! Fucking hell, this assâŠ!â Sukunaâs groans are felt, the vibrations rattling your bones. âKeep grippinâ me like that, princess..â He adds more weight and has you howling like no tomorrow. The nails of his fingers leave dents that youâre sure to see later onâjust more to add onto the collection harboring all over your skin â bites and marks galore.Â
Your eyebrows screw together, drool escaping your agape lips. The laps around your nipple become feverish along with Tojiâs thrusts, and Sukuna pistoning his cock so harshly; it makes you wobble, yet you maintain your balance for the older man beneath you to keep sucking and playing with your chest.Â
ââTaahh, uhhgg, sh-shiiit,â your hands grip the sheets as your eyes roll to the topâa sign that you were to fall into your release in mere seconds from the constant rubs of your sensitive spots.
Clamping onto their shafts, you shriek during the impending climax, the walls of your holes puckering and contracting around the limbs that graze your sensitive nerves. You finally give in and fumble atop Toji, luckily catching your expected reaction with a smirk. âFuck, feel so good and tight,â he kisses your cheek and chortles when your arms sling around his neck. âStay still, baby; let us finish here.â
The two men still undulate their hips, their dicks ravaging your insides even when youâre stuck in your crescendo. You nearly choke on your spit, wailing as youâre forced to submit to their frantic bucks, and the sounds of them moaning and groaning only fuel your ears to clench them even tighter. It has both men hiss and tighten their hold on you, Toji burrowing his face to bite your shoulder while Sukunaâs fangs dig into the other. And you can tell blood was drawn as the giant licks the inflicted marking.
At your scream, they simultaneously bust their loads into your trembling frame, stuffing you with more of their essence in your cunt and asshole. And Sukunaâs upper cock dispels its semen out to paint your back. The sensation of their lengths pulsating inside you has you quiver, hiccupping when they sneak in short yet fierce pounds into your sore holes until their sweaty frames succumb to tranquility. Then, they remove their limbs with a blissful groan to your sob, come sliding and dripping down to your thighs.Â
Finally, you sigh into Tojiâs chest as he kisses your forehead and kneads your ass lovingly. I can finally rest nowâŠ
However, you squeak when your body is pulled upward so quickly, and youâre now being held by Sukuna, who straightens up and stands up. He scoffs, âRelax, dove.â The hand under your legs squeezes the flesh of your thigh.Â
Leaving Toji to the futon, the cursed ancient man thunderously strides out to the room two rooms down from the shared room. He slides the shoji door open after the changing room, and youâre instantly met with a wave of humid air from the bathing area. Ripples from the humongous stone bath become more evident as Sukuna closes in, and the water climbs when he gets inside with his massive volume.
He sits, the water sitting above the mouth of his abdomen. He has you sitting on his lap, yet his lower arms still hold you close to his chest. With the upper left, he brings the wooden bucket the servants left behind to scoop with water and pours it gently above your head.Â
Your hands wipe the water from your face, but a washcloth and a colossal hand wipe it down for you. âY-You know, I can clean myself,â you inquire with a scrunched expression as Sukuna wipes your cheeks a little too rough.Â
âWith your shaky legs, Iâd be amazed if youâd even make three steps out of the room.â You pout at his tease, and it only has him want to poke fun at you more. âLike a baby deer trying to walk.â
You snatch the washcloth with a heated face. âQuit it!â Humiliated, you sigh and raise your left arm to dap on the markings decorated on your skin. However, he takes it away from you, his lower left gently grabbing your arm for the lower right to compress the damp cloth on your sore markings.Â
âLet me.â He wasnât asking, leaving you no space to interject his company. He pulls an ointment from the other wooden basket into the washcloth; the lavender scent pleases your nostrils while the minty sensation cleanses your skin. âSit back,â he orders you, and you allow your back to rest on his torso, watching the man tend to the wounds he and his partner inflicted on you. It almost puts you to sleep, sighing pleasingly and relaxing to the monsterâs touch.Â
Speaking of, âWow, so ya leave me at the room to clean up after you two, huh?â Toji enters the bathing space, joining you and Sukuna in the warm water. âWhat am I, yâr maid?â
âYou seem to have walked here on your own just fine.â Sukuna bends to place a kiss on top of your head while the raven-haired other approaches closer. âYou have no room to complain, Fushiguro.â
âYeah, yeah, whatever,â you observe Toji come to you between Sukunaâs legs. âHey, mama, feel better?â You nod to him meekly while he cups your cheeks with one hand. He then brings you to a soft kiss, mewling to his lips while his wet thumb brushes your cheek. âMmm, so cuteâŠStand up frâ me.â
He takes the wet cloth from Sukunaâs grasp while you slowly rise. He helps you turn around to have your back to him, your hands clinging onto Sukunaâs thighs while the giant gives the human male a cream to place on the rag. Toji then rubs circles on the red crescents of your waistâdents marked from Sukunaâs nailsâand you jerk and hiss at the contact.Â
âI know, sweetie, I know,â he coaxes you with whispers to the ear and a kiss on your shoulder. âBlame âKuna for doinâ a number on ya.â
âKeh, I know youâre not talking,â the salmon-haired one sniggers as he grabs another dry cloth to wipe your collarbone. âI can count with three hands how many of these hickeys arenât mine.âÂ
The other barks a laugh. âNow I know yâr ass is lyinâ.â The two men humor themselves on the trauma they just put you and your tiny body through, and you can only shake your head at their insufferableness. Yet, at the very least, theyâre taking their roles as your lovers to take care of your body. Not so bad, isnât it?
Especially when the bathing is over, and youâre all clean from the event that transpired an hour ago, sleep stops evading you, and you return to the shared room ready for slumber. To end the night, the candles are blown out, youâre adorning your yukata robe for your soft skin, and Toji and Sukuna wait for you on the futon to conclude this session.Â
Toji has you to his right, arm around your figure to keep you close to his warmth. This gives you the view of his easeful sleeping face; the moonlight from the opened shoji window panels makes it easy to trace his handsome features and the deft scar on his lips. To his left was Sukuna, his tremendous size unavoidable, and his strength still evident as his upper arm cages you and the other older man in proximity. The pink-haired beast purrs at the rub of Tojiâs hand on his nape and hair, and you giggle at the displayâlike a giant cat.
Seeing the Sorcerer Killer and the King of Curses act so leisurely around someone is inconceivable; not many live to see such a picture when met with their brute force and killing instincts. And yet, you suppose that makes you more valuable than anyone, their sole and precious partner.
And as you bury your face and let the blanket of sleep take over, you rest for yet another night, knowing youâre in the best care you could ask for.
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Lewis being OBSESSED with how y/n looks preggrs and being over protective at the same time unable to keep his hands off and y/n being equally obsessed with him and having the only craving is the man himself đđ„
A/N: Honestly Lewis is the type to constantly post pictures of his girl's pregnancy
Lewis couldn't help but stare at you from down the paddock, the cold rainy weather in Canada wasn't doing anything to dampen the way you glowed. God, he was just so in love with you.
When Lewis found out you were pregnant, he was so ecstatic that he couldn't contain the secret the first person he called being Sebastian, who laughed as Lewis cried halfway through the announcement that you had to take over the phone call to explain. Sebastian immediately sent over the old Red Bull gear and even Ferrari, which made Lewis laugh.
Now, here you stood wearing a long black dress that hugged your small bump perfectly and Lewis just falls in love with you all over again, smiling softly and ignoring whoever was talking to him as he stared at you. "Lewis, LEWIS!" Lewis jumps and blinks staring at George and Carmen who giggle at the older man.
"You're so in love," Carmen sighs, Lewis chuckles and nods, but narrows his eyes seeing someone he doesn't know reach out to touch his child. "Y/n," You back up and smile brightly and rush over, "DOn't run," Lewis lowers his voice, and moves wrapping his arms around you, as you practically melt into his hold.
You always heard the rumors of how women get really weird pregnancy cravings, and yours has been your husband. It was weird, but ever since you hated not being close to him or just having his scent on you calmed the morning sickness or any other weird craving you had.
"Who was that about to touch you, and peanut?" Lewis whispers, and you sigh pulling him closer. "Don't know," You admit, Lewis's arms tighten and kisses the top of your head. "Stop letting random people touch you, I don't like it," You nod your head and Lewis can feel your hands move under his clothes and chuckles as your cold fingers have him shivering, yeah you were definitely trying to steal his clothes.
"When I change into my team gear, you can wear my sweater, okay," Kissing the top of your head you about melt thinking about how much you're going sleep so good when he's at practice. "I think I win best baby daddy," "Yea, you do,"
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Please, Please, Please
Summary: Spencer makes a promise he can't keep to Reader, and pays the price. (Requested by Anon!)
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader
Category: Angst
Content Warning: allusions to reader wearing makeup, unhappy ending
Word Count: 1k
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"Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another / I beg you don't embarrass me, motherfucker."
I felt like despite it all, the scene was a little comical.Â
Half eaten cake plates, all strewn around haphazardly around my apartment, balloons and streamers meant to commence the sunniness of the day, and yet my disposition was anything but.Â
Iâd asked him, a million times over and then some if he was absolutely sure heâd manage to make it. Iâd never been the type to demand anything, I was fine with an answer that wasnât in the affirmative and yet there he went, reassuring me that âIâll comeâ and promising he âWouldnât miss it for the world.â
Well someone mustâve given Spencer Reid the fucking world, because here we were, party over and Spencer very obviously not here.
Iâd stupidly gotten excited over it too, which only added to the growing bubble of resentment I felt. Iâd promised my friends that after the last dozen times heâd flaked on shared plans, heâd be here this one time. None of them believed me.
 I kept grinning, reassuring them heâd come. I kept imagining my charming boyfriend surprising them all, holding some extravagant gift in his hand and sweeping me into his arms with the other one. Heâd compliment my makeup, or maybe heâd kiss me right then and there, and Iâd finally be able to introduce him to everyone. I would be able to relish in how lucky Iâd gotten to have such a wonderful man in my life that I cared for so deeply. Iâd share stories about the memories weâd made, and spend an incredibly special day with an incredibly special person.Â
Thatâs what Iâd imagined. Instead, my friends and other guests looked on in pity as I watched the front door, for a man who couldnât care less to commit to any one of our plans. Guests slowly trailed out as the party came to an end, and I was left there, cleaning up the remnants of Spencerâs empty promises to me.
Fuck this.
Finally, I hear the doorbell ring. Fun. He comes half an hour later once the partyâs ended. I unlock the door and see him standing there, sheepish and apologetic. Thereâs a sad little bouquet in his hands, which I assume is there to assuage me from the anger I felt, but it did absolutely nothing to placate me.Â
âBaby Iâm so-â Spencer starts.
âSave it. I am sick of this.â I say, my nostrils flaring as he stares at me from the doorway.
âPlease. It was work. I was- it slipped my mind.â He replies, trying to reason with me.Â
I felt an angry laugh bubble over me, disbelief clouding my features. âYou forgot?! Are you fucking kidding me?âÂ
Thereâs a pause. âNo..? No. Iâm not kidding.â He mumbles.Â
âSo much for an eidetic memory.â I think to myself, snarking in my own head at the mess of a man infront of me.
I used to think heâd hang the damn stars in the sky for me.
âI canât do this anymore.â I say, a firmness in my voice.Â
Spencer straightens up. He swallows and nods. âYeah, no.â He sighs, rubbing at his neck. âLetâs table this for tomorrow. How about we go upstairs and just cuddle and forget about today? Yeah?â
Heâs speaking with that infuriatingly comforting tone, attempting to step forward, to envelope me in that warmth only he could. As soon as his hand made contact with my shoulder, though, I glare at him, shooting daggers with my eyes before forcibly removing him off, much to his dismay and heartbreak.
I ignore it all.
âNo.â I interrupt. âI canât do this anymore. You. I canât do you anymore.â I say, gesturing between us.
The moment he processes the words, the heartbreak on his face is immediate, his features falling within a nanosecond. âNo. I mean- no. You donât mean that, youâre angry but please- I love you. You know that.âÂ
âDo I?â I responded, eyebrows raising with a condescending edge to my tone. âWhen have you once shown up for me the way I show up for you? Love isnât transactional Spencer, but Jesus. This isnât love. This isnât how you treat someone you love.â I say, fuming.Â
âYou know how my job is. You know that.â He says, voice on the verge of breaking.Â
âAnd you knew how important this was to me!â I responded. âThis hurts, Spencer! I donât know if you get that, but it does. I feel so- so humiliated!â
âHumiliated?â He asks, softly.Â
âHumiliated. Crushed. I go on like an absolute ditz for the better part of this week about how excited I was to introduce my boyfriend to everyone, and then he doesnât show up. Wonderful.â I say, a bite in my tone. âSad girl at her birthday party. What a fucking cliche.âÂ
âSo, what? Is this about your ego?â He fires back, slightly defensive. âI know I fucked up, but- but this is too much. My actions do not warrant this.â
âYou know what?â I fire back. âYeah. Maybe it is my ego. Sue me for believing that maybe, just maybe, I believe I deserve better than someone who canât bother to commit to a promise.â I say, a bit more resigned now as my statement came to a close. I roll my eyes. âYouâre not the relationship I want nor the one I deserve.â
His eyebrows raise, face further conveying the state of distress he was in. He licks his lips, sensing that this conversation is coming to a fast end and shakes his head, trying hard to save face. âPlease let me make it up to you. Let me be the person you deserve. You.. You know how important you are to me.âÂ
His eyes are shining. Brown doe eyes glistening with tears and my heart twists at the sight, but his words only aim to wound me further.
I sigh, feeling a prick of tears for the first time this whole conversation. My feelings of anger were slowly replaced with a deeper sadness as I replied.
âNo, Spencer. I really donât.âÂ
I shut the door before I have to endure anymore of his crestfallen expression.Â
So much for a good birthday.
so woahh. do we do a part 2 ? who knows. sorry about the unhappy ending. anyway, this if my first time doing an angst piece like this! let me know what you think lmfao. any comments, likes, reblogs, ect ect are sooo deeply appreciated <3 thank you for reading!!
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Dog Day Afternoon
Benedict Bridgerton x Reader
Summary: New to town but oh-so sought after, a few stumbles might just lead you to love
Word Count: 3k
Dearest Gentle Reader,
Today, I write with news from the North. The reclusive Duke of Devonshire has come to London. It seems that after the death of his younger brother some time back, he is determined to find his eldest daughter, the new heir, a husband. The lady is supposedly very beautiful and will no doubt consume all of the attention of eligible young bachelors. I only bid good luck to her competition, as they will surely need it.
The fluffy tails of your two best friends could not keep still. The black Newfoundlands you had trained from puppyhood loved carriage rides, mostly because they loved meeting the horses before and after. You were sure they'd grow even more excited when you arrived at the park.
As the carriage slowed, you smiled, eager to get them some exercise. Your maid stepped out first, and you momentarily handed her both dogs' leads. Accepting a hand down from a footman, you turned to take them back when they broke free of her grasp entirely. Worse yet, they took off at a run.
You called after them, then whistled, but they were determined. Usually, they didn't give you any trouble with recall. Reaching for the dog whistle you kept on your person, you found nothing.
Without a second thought, you took off after them.
"My Lady!" Your maid called from behind you, panicked. You paid her little heed, anxious to have your babies back safe.
Park patrons stood as your dogs, followed by yourself, ran past. They gawked openly at the strange scene put on by an unknown young lady.
You were relieved when they slowed, but it didn't take long for them to sprint off again. They rounded a corner, quick as lighting. You kept after them, unable to see the obstacle around the bend.
Crashing right into someone's back, the two of you stumbled. The poor gentleman in front of you took the brunt of the impact, but you didn't have time to stay and make a formal apology. Staggering a bit, you resumed your chase.
"Sorry!" You yelled over your shoulder.
"Wait! Miss," the man called after you but gave up as you ran further away.
When your dogs ran off the path and into a clearing where people were picnicking, you grew really worried. Chasing after them on a trail was one thing, but ruining the outings of fellow nobility would be an altogether worse embarrassment.
You stopped in your tracks when you realized who the boys were scampering up to: your little sister. Abigail sat on a blanket with a girl who looked to be about her age. In her mouth was the dog whistle. You tended only to use that whistle when you took them out in the woods, and you'd trained them to run back to you at the sound of it. It gave you peace of mind knowing that you could call them back at any time if they went too far off in the forest or on one of your walks.
Abigail seemed pleased to see the two of them. A surprised grin graced her face as she patted them. They were even happier to see her, showering her in kisses. "Hoo-y? Moo? What are you doing here?" She giggled.
Her laughter stopped when she saw you stalking over. Thoroughly out of breath, you crossed your arms when you reached them. The three of them looked guiltily up at you. With a snap, your dogs came to sit on either side of you. Although your countenance was thoroughly enraged, scratching behind both dogs' ears decreased your intimidation factor.
"Why on Earth did you steal that?" You nodded toward your whistle.
"I think it makes for a chic necklace," Abigail said defensively. You stuck a hand out, and she reluctantly placed the whistle she'd put on a chain in it.
"And why on Earth were you using it?" You asked expectantly.
She held her hands up in surrender, "Miss Hyacinth was skeptical that the whistle could not be heard with human ears. I was simply showing her how it worked." Abigail was clever- you'd give her that. You could hardly scold her in front of her companion, and you wouldn't dream of scolding the other young girl for something so clearly not her fault. Using her as a human shield was a cowardly tactic by your sister, however. "And I thought you weren't arriving until later!"
"They were antsy. I figured I could abandon the harp in favor of allowing them some exercise," you explained, then glared at her, "This was not the type of exercise I had in mind."
"But Hoo-y and Moo love running free," she pouted at you.
"They are not allowed to run free in public spaces where I must chase after them!" You snapped at her. Crouching to get closer, you reached into your purse and gave both dogs a scrap of jerky. "Huginn and Muninn are both well-behaved gentlemen, and you may have tarnished their good names by causing this wild romp!"
"Huginn and Muninn? Does that make you Odin?" A deep voice called from behind you. You rose and turned to see a tall, handsome gentleman with dark hair.
His question took you by surprise. Most people did not understand their names. You blinked for a second before collecting yourself, "No." It was hardly a smart reply, but it was the most you could manage after chasing your dogs a few hundred meters. You shook your head a little, vaguely embarrassed by your answer, before turning back to the girls.
"Would you please excuse Lady Abigail, Miss Hyacinth?" The bright young lady nodded at you with a pleasant smile before you even finished speaking, "The least she can do after causing such trouble is help me walk the dogs." You directed the last part toward your sister, who reluctantly stood. Taking one of the leads from your hand, she bid goodbye to her companion before walking off. You nodded at the young lady and the handsome stranger before following after her.
Benedict watched you walk away from his sister's picnic spot, only slightly removed from the rest of the family's. He collapsed down next to Hyacinth and stole a grape from her plate, "Who was that?"
"My new friend, Abigail," she replied, smacking his wrist. He ate the grape anyway.
"And the older one?"
"Her sister," Hyacinth looked at him skeptically, "why do you ask?"
Benedict thought of how you'd practically pushed him to the ground in the middle of the walkway, then ran from the scene. "No reason," he shrugged.
ââââââââââââââ
The first ball you'd be attending was later that evening, and you were incredibly nervous. Sat on the floor of the library, you brushed through Muninn's coat in an attempt to calm your nerves. Waiting for your father to finish changing was making you even more anxious, the dread just building up in your body.
"Why are you on the floor?" His voice finally came from the doorway.
"His coat needed brushing," you shrugged innocently. The Duke waved at you to come join him, and you stood, brushing some fur off yourself. Muninn stood, too, and closely followed as you joined your father.
"You're only lucky he didn't slobber on you," your father shook his head at you fondly, offering his arm.
Taking it, you made one last bid to skip the event, "Remind me why we are attending this?"
"A future Duchess needs a husband," he said simply.
"Does she really?" You asked wryly.
"No," your father answered seriously, causing you to stop. "Well, only if she should like a Duke or Duchess of her blood to follow in her footsteps," he tugged on your arm to keep you walking.
That only made you feel worse. While before you felt nervous, guilt was now in the mix. What if that didn't happen?
"If you never marry, I will not love you any less," he revealed. "I only ask that you try," your father asserted, "but if there is nary a man up to snuff, I would have you die a spinster." You laughed at that, feeling some pressure relieved. He joked with you for the duration of the carriage ride and up until you were announced at the ball.
"Now presenting; His Grace Daniel, Duke of Devonshire, and his daughter Lady-"
The entire company of the room turned to watch the two of you descend the stairs.
"What? Is there something on my face?" Your father whispered to you jokingly.
"Oh, only that awful mustache," you whispered back playfully. You caught the corner of his lip twitching as he tried not to laugh at the jab at his expense.
A few more seconds of staring had you whispering to him again, "I see now why you never leave the house." That earned a huff of a laugh from him.
"Let us thank our host, then visit the refreshments," he relayed the plan.
"Excellent idea," you replied quietly as he dragged you toward a finely dressed older woman.
"Lady Danbury," your father nodded at her in greeting.
"Lovely to see you again, Your Grace. It's been quite some time," she smiled at him knowingly.
"Indeed it has," he laughed, "may I present my daughter?" You smiled then, giving her a polite nod as well.
"My, how you've grown, my lady. The last time I saw you, you were far shorter than me," she chuckled, and you laughed politely with her. Unfortunately, you had no memory of that meeting. It must have been a long time ago, and she must have visited your home at Chatsworth House.
It was only a few more moments of small talk before your father excused the two of you, under the guise of not impeding her from talking to other guests.
He fixed you both a glass of lemonade at the refreshments table before he was pulled away. As much as he hated socializing, people loved him. He sent you an apologetic glance as he left. You only shook your head at him, smiling.
You took a brief glance around the room, noticing a few debutantes conversing near you. You sent them a smile, but they sneered in reply and closed ranks. Stunned at their response, you didn't quite know what to do.
"They can be rather mean," you turned to find a young red-headed woman beside you. "Not to mention jealous," she said helpfully.
"Jealous?" You were confused. They hadn't even met you. "Of me?"
"Oh, yes," she laughed a bit. "Haven't you read Lady Whistledown?"
You were embarrassed to have no idea of what she spoke, "I haven't met her. Is she in attendance?" That got an even greater laugh from your companion.
"Lady Whistledown is a gossip columnist and a rather popular one at that," she informed you, and you felt foolish for your last comment. "She wrote about you in her latest issue."
"Really?" You were stunned, as you'd only recently arrived in London.
"She predicted you'd steal the attentions of every available gentleman away from your fellow debutants," she nodded.
"No wonder they hate me," you sighed, sorry to have made a bad impression on the debutants before making their acquaintance. "Oh, I'm sorry, I still haven't introduced myself!" You were eager to make at least one good first impression.
"I'm Penelope Featherington," she said with a smile.
"I must admit, Miss Featherington," you shook your head, "I think Lady Whistledown's prediction will prove incorrect." She tilted her head and gestured for you to go on, "I've not been approached by a single gentleman."
Penelope took a quick look around the room, accidentally meeting a few pairs of eyes. Plenty of people had already been looking in your direction. She smiled a bit at your obliviousness, "I think perhaps they're just intimidated."
"Oh no," your eyes widened, "have I done something wrong?"
"Not at all," she assured you, "I think it's just... no one wants to take the first shot at a great stag and miss."
"I'm not sure I like being prey in this metaphor," you deadpanned, causing her to laugh once again.
It seemed one young gentleman mustered the courage to be the first to approach, and he really was young. "Good evening, ladies," he greeted you both, then offered you his hand, "would you care to dance?"
You placed your hand lightly in his but sent Penelope a look as he led you off. She giggled as you went. From there, you were off to the races. Dance after dance, gentleman after gentleman, you were exhausted.
"Please excuse me, sir, I'm feeling rather parched," you did not even recall this one's name.
"Oh no, please, my lady, I shall fetch a beverage for you," he nodded, "stay right there! Don't move!" He kept eye contact with you as he walked backward a few paces. You couldn't help but walk backward away from him, and you continued to do so even after he'd scurried off.
In fact, you retreated so far back that you retreated right into someone else's back. You both turned.
âYou rather love bumping into me,â the gentleman youâd seen earlier said.
âExcuse me?â You certainly hadnât seen him before this morning, so you had no idea what he meant by that smart comment. Your offense at his statement outweighed the sway of his good looks, unlike earlier.
âThis makes twice,â he insisted, âonce chasing after your ravens and once just now.â
It took you a second to catch up, âIt was you I knocked over in the park earlier?!â Embarrassment rolled over you like a wave. âOh God,â this was awful, âI am so incredibly sorry. Truly, I am mortified. And I would have apologized earlier, I-â
He only laughed a bit, âItâs quite alright. I got the sense you were in a rush.â His teasing tone brought a smile to your face.
âTheyâre usually so well-behaved,â you assured him, âIâm afraid my sister was behind the debacle.â
âOh, yes, she was sitting with Hyacinth, was she not?â
âYou know Miss Hyacinth?â
The gentleman grinned and bowed, âBenedict Bridgerton, her brother.â
âVery nice to meet you,â you smiled, âofficially.â
âIâm not sure I caught your name,â right as he asked, you heard it being called.
âMy lady?â You whipped around, and spotted the gentleman youâd abandoned searching for you. Wincing, you scuttled toward the closest pillar and ducked behind it. Benedict stayed put, but watched you run off with great amusement. After a moment, he chose to follow you.
âAre you hiding?â He teasingly asked.
You peered around the pillar, hoping the man had walked away. When you saw he hadnât, you ducked away again, âyes!â
Benedict blinked at you, smiling, âWhy?â
âMy feet hurt,â you confessed, âI have danced every dance. I havenât sat down in hours. Frankly, Iâm surprised so many are interested after my jaunt through the park.â
âPerhaps they were impressed by your display of athleticism,â a crooked grin crossed his face. You leveled him with a look.
âThere you are, my lady,â you jolted at the foreign voice, and Benedict had to clap a hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter. âI could not find you, so Iâm afraid I drank your lemonade as well,â you could see Benedictâs shoulders shake with laughter, âAre you ready for our next dance?â
A look of pure horror must have crossed your face, because Benedict finally intervened, âIâm afraid sheâs promised the next dance to me.â He pulled a pencil from a pocket in his jacket and outstretched one hand to you. You held out the arm your dance card was attached to, âIn fact, Iâve very generously been granted all her remaining dances.â He winked at you as he filled in the four remaining spots. You fought off a grin.
âI see,â the man you interrupted you said sourly. He turned on his heel and marched away. Neither you nor Benedict could stop your laughter at his reaction.
âIt is not my intention to further burden your feet,â he assured you after a moment, âI only hoped to dissuade him.â
âYou did a fine job,â you grinned at him, âyou have my gratitude.â
âI think I rather scandalized him,â Benedict chuckled, and you shook your head.
âIt seems rather easy to scandalize this lot,â you said.
âWell, youâre right about that,â he nodded.
You sighed, âI think theyâre all so concerned with presenting themselves as proper and important they forget to consider anyone else. Not one man I danced with asked me about myself.â
âIâm sorry to hear that,â Benedict shook his head, âI hope the rest of your evening is more relaxing.â
âThank you,â you nodded at him, âat the very least, I know my dogs will listen to me when I return to them.â
Benedict laughed at that and slightly bowed towards you again, âItâs been a pleasure meeting you, my lady. I hope to bump into you again soon.â
Your eyes widened, âMaybe not bump.â
âGoodnight,â he smiled at you and nodded before leaving you free to go find somewhere to sit.
Soon enough, you father found you relaxing on a chaise lounge in a nearby study. He only shook his head, and offered you his arm to depart.
ââââââââââââââ
The next morning brought with it house calls. Youâd been hoping to spend a quiet morning working on a new piece for the harp, as youâd forgone practice the day before. But, much to your chagrin, you were forced to dress and be presentable within only ten minutes of your waking.
It didnât take long for the sitting room to be bombarded with interested parties, though none were interested enough to truly speak with you. Each brought with him a new bouquet of flowers, and you soon grew worried youâd start sneezing uncontrollably. Eventually, you became so overwhelmed that you bribed poor Abigail to keep them occupied while you disappeared.
The only question she had for you was if you cared what she did to them. Youâd given her free rein. With one look at her wicked grin, you fled the room.
Quickly turning the corner to another hallway, you quite nearly crashed into someone.
âThat was almost three,â Benedict joked with you.
âAlmost,â you highlighted, âbut only a close call.â
âTrue,â he nodded.
"What brings you here?"
Benedict smiled, "I had hoped to call on you. Have I caught you at a bad time?"
"Not at all," you shook your head jovially.
"Excellent! I brought a gift," he produced a brown paper bag. You were slightly confused but glad for something other than flowers.
"Thank you," you reached for it, but he pulled it back.
"Not for you," he shook his head. You blinked back at him, wide-eyed. "Unless you have a proclivity for raw steak." Benedict laughed at the shock on your face, "I thought Huginn and Muninn might enjoy a treat."
A surprised smile eased onto your face. Your eyes sparkled as you looked at him, "I'm sure they'll appreciate it."
"Do you think they might also appreciate a walk in the park?" He asked, "A chance at redemption?"
"I think they'd like that," you grinned widely as Benedict smiled and offered you his arm.
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He didn't ask a single question! And he was wearing these- FUGLY jeans
Lol I've been toying with this idea since S3 part 1 came out, hope you liked it! I let her live in 2005 Mr. Darcy's luxurious mansion so you're welcome
(sorry for obscure norse mythology references)
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okay but PLEASE elaborate on Olympics!Art AU
TeeHee
Rating: E (18+)
Warnings: SMUT (p in v), feral obsessive behavior, infidelity
A/N: And you would do it too, thatâs all Iâm saying. Also IMPORTANT note: I love Tashi, she is a mother to many. However this fic has a very obsessive reader who just wants to fuck a married man, at Tashiâs expense
Maybe you were a bad person.
Youâd met Art and Tashi Donaldson beforeâ a year back at an event held for Tennisâ rising stars. That was you, some other guys who had done well in the Juniors, a girl from an Ivy League, and more people that fell into the blind spots of your interest..
You mustâve looked so sweet in your formalwear, approaching the couple with shaking hands so you could say just how big of a fan you were. You had no ill intent then, not when you were face to face with two people youâd idolized since you were twelve and watching the Junior US Open. That night youâd taken a deep breath as you stared at the ceiling of your home, feeling like youâd made it.
Sure, Art was handsome, and youâd lived the past decade harboring a massive celebrity crush on him, but he was married, he was untouchable. Art Donaldson oozed that sweet, devoted husband shtick. Anniversary posts, birthday posts, Valentineâs Day posts, Motherâs Day posts. He had a daughter, he posted about how much he loved being a dad.
You were fine accepting that your fantasies of fucking Art Donaldson were strictly fantasies. But that was before you qualified and had to see him every fucking day.
Art Donaldson, who held open doors for you, who talked to you casually, like he might an old friend. Art, who stood in the long line in the food court with you, ate something he probably shouldnât have, and asked that you donât tell Tashi.
And youâd smile conspiratorially, and assure him his secret was safe with you. The implication being that youâd keep that secret, and more. As many as heâd ask you to, really.
Youâd see him on a practice court, running drills with his wife, and feel the heat of jealousy in the pit of your stomach. Youâd turn away, focus on your own game, practice until your hands were aching and sore.
âWhereâs Mrs. Donaldson?â You asked one night after youâd been sexiled and had to sit out in the hallway waiting for your roommate to finish up. Art leaned against the wall, standing tall above you, so you had to crane your neck. You liked that point of view, on your knees looking up at him, you wondered if he liked it too.
âOh, sheâs staying in a very nice, very expensive hotel room with our daughter right now,â he said with a grin. âAs soon as my events are done, thatâs where Iâll be too.â
âOh,â you said, bringing an easy smile to your lips. âWell, weâre all glad youâre here now.â
âWe?â He questioned.
You gave a coy smile, batting your lashes so sweetly. âMaybe just me.â
There was a strange expression on his face for just a moment. Then he laughed like it was nothing. He wished you a goodnight and good luck in your matches the next morning, and disappeared into his own room.
You medaled in womenâs doubles. They published photos of you and your partner biting the silver between your teeth. That same day, Art Donaldson took home gold. You were there to see the very end of his last matchâ every single collision of racket against ball, every step, every grunt of exertion. Your thighs clenched as you watched, fists balled up in the fabric of your skirt.
You wanted him in a needy, desperate sort of way. Like a groupie for a rock band, or a virgin being sacrificed on a mountaintop. You watched him celebrate with a kiss from Tashi and felt that same need like an open wound. Jealousy was festering in you like a rot.
The dive bar wasnât what youâd expected. Something Art had found with a quick google search and a few minutes with a translation app. Heâd knocked on your door to invite you, wearing the beaming smile of someone on top of the world.
âSo youâll come?â He asked after he told you all about it.
âMhmm,â you said, heart hammering against your ribs. âIâll come.â
And there you wereâ in a dress that hardly qualified as suchâ standing so close to him that you could smell his expensive cologne. His arm would brush yours, heâd glance over and apologize with a warm hand to your arm. Youâd clench your thighs together and peer at him through your lashes. Itâs fine, donât worry about it.
A few of the other players disappeared to play darts, or watch the late night coverage of the other sports still competing. You stuck by Artâs side, happily allowing his attention to fall on you completely.
âI saw parts of your doubles final,â he said finally. He was drinking a brand of beer youâd never seen beforeâ something local, you supposed. âYou looked beautiful out there.â Your eyes lit up, and then he added. âThe way you were playing, I meanâ it was phenomenal.â
âWell, Iâm no gold medalist,â you said. You let your hand rest on his arm, and looked up at him. The fingers on your other hand toyed with the edge of the medal, warm from where it had been flush against his chest.
He swallowed. You felt his muscles flex beneath your touch, but he didnât discourage it. Not one fucking bit.
It wasnât lost on you that Tashi wasnât there. Not that it was really her type of venue, from what you had gathered. It wasnât lost on you that Art Donaldson was at a dive bar, drinking random Brazilian beers, instead of celebrating with his wife, with his daughter. Fuck all those posts on his instagramâ if he really was a good husband, a faithful one⊠thatâs the only place heâd want to be.
âI saw your match too. I ran right over after my ceremony to watch,â you confessed. It was hard to concentrate on anything elseâ you were standing so close to him that you were nearly pressed completely into his body.
His lips twitched in interest. âYeah?â
You nodded. âMhmm. It was incredible. You were so dominant out there, just taking what was rightfully yours.â
He swallowed again, gravitating closer. Your tits were practically spilling out of your dressâ he probably got the perfect eyeful when he eased you closer with a firm hand on your lower back, when he looked down at you through blown pupils.
âYou looked so fucking hot out there, Art,â you said, lips brushing against his jawline. âYou canât even imagine how it felt sitting there, watching you win. How turned on I got⊠how wet.â
Art exhaled a shuddery breath. âJesus Christ.â
It mustâve been a while since he had someone want him this bad, you thought. Clearly he needed itâ needed a pretty, sweet thing to tell him just how much they wanted him. You could be that. You could do that.
âIâm not wearing panties,â you whispered in his ear. His grip on you tightened and you had to suppress a giddy smile. âYou can feel if you want. I wonât tell.â
He swore under his breath and glanced around. Everyone was too occupied or drunk to give a shit about what the two of you were up to.
He grabbed your hand, pulled you away into the bathroom. You looked pretty even then, in the flickering lights, sat up on the edge of the sink eagerly awaiting his attention.
When he wrenched your thighs apart, he was greeted by the pretty sight of your glistening cuntâ sticky with arousal and need. His hand fit there perfectly, right where you needed it.
âFuck,â you gasped. His fingers rubbed through your slitâ wet and hot and aching for him. Your head fell back, knocking against the dirty mirror. âWant you to use meâ whatever you want, just take it.â
And you meant it too. This was your teenage idolâ a man youâd touched yourself to the thought of countless times. He owned your body, your sexuality, as much as you did. It was only fair he took from it whatever he pleased.
You watched with hungry eyes as he fumbled with the button of his pants, then shoved them down just enough to free his dick.
Your mouth fucking watered with the need to feel it on your tongue, nudging against the back of your throat. You werenât opposed to beggingâ you nearly started before you got it into your hand.
Warm, thick, pulsing. Precum beaded at his tip, so you smeared it around the sensitive head of his cock with your thumb. He groaned, bucked into your fist once, twice before he moved your hand.
âSpread your legs wider for me,â he said, slapping the inside of your thighs. You obeyed wordlessly, spreading yourself out invitingly. He pressed closer, so you felt him rutting his dick against your pussy, coating it in your arousal. âGod, youâre so fucking wet.â
The words came out with equal parts disgust and awe. He probably thought you were a slut with the way you were throwing yourself at him. You wished heâd just call you that, spit it in your face.
Your cunt pulsed with need, aching to be filled up finally. The culmination of years of fantasizing. Art pressed himself against your entrance, sinking himself into you with the slow reverence of a man who liked making love.
He buried himself inside of you and had to stop moving to keep from cumming then and there. He was a perfect image of restraintâ the way his fingers dimpled the flesh of your hips in a bruising grip.
Art wanted to be a gentlemanâ to give you time to adjust to the size of him, to ease you into it and let the pleasure be a slow, soft burn. He pulled out nice and easy, slid himself into your wet, throbbing cunt. That was all fine and good, but you knew it was just pretense. You were laid out and wanting, begging for him to use you as his own personal toy.
âIâm not your wife, Art.â You met his gaze, locked your ankles around his waist. âFuck me like you mean it.â
The first thrust, the first real one, knocked the air from your lungs. That silence didnât last longâ because you got what you wantedâ he was really fucking you, bullying his cock into your pussy with the same need and desperation that you felt.
âJesus Christ, youâveâ fuckâ youâve got no fucking self respect, huh?â He pounded into you, leveraging his grip to pull you against him, really impale you on his dick.
The moan that escaped you was pornographic. If he kept talking to you like that, if he kept fucking you like that, youâd cum.
âYou donât even care, do you? This fucking pussyâs squeezing me so tightâ you fucking love this,â His voice was strained, interrupted by groans and pants.
You moaned, eyes rolling back. âLove this,â you echoed. When you looked down, at the sight of him splitting you open, of the ring of creamy arousal circling the base of his dick, you felt dizzy. Like you were standing on top of a tall building and looking down. Sort of out of body, tethered in the present by brutal thrusts into your pussy and the wet, slapping sounds of your bodies joining.
Your fingers moved between your thighs, rubbing needy and insistent at your clit. So close to finishing that you wanted to cry and just ask to start over again, that youâd savor it more a second time.
âGonna cum,â he groaned suddenly. You felt him start to pull out, to leave. It wasnât fucking fair.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckâ not yet, you didnât want it to end like that. âI have an IUD,â you lied through your teeth. You used your legs, pulled him closer, deeper. âJust keep going, donât stop. Iâm right there.â
He moaned against your throatâ holding you tight, fucking into you with animal need. Your fingers moved against your clit with an insistent need. It didnât take much to push you over the edge. Your moans so loud that Art had to put his medal between your lips to shut you up.
And you were so pliantâ letting him drill into your aching, used cunt, your mouth tasting like metal. You felt his rhythm falterâ one, two harsh thrusts that knocked muffled moans from you until he came, painting your insides thick, creamy white.
He stayed buried inside of you for a whileâ panting, doing his best to catch his breath. You spat out the medal and it fell back against his chest, spit slick and shining. You reached up, ran your fingers along his face, reverently, sweetly. A lock of hair fell into his eyes and you tucked it away with delicate fingers.
When he pulled out, you felt that sinking feeling of loss and jealousy in your chest. He redressed in silence, turned away like he couldnât stand to look at you, or the mirror. Shame rolled off of him in waves that you wanted to brush away.
It wasnât bad, youâd assure him. Youâre a tennis star, youâre the greatest in the world. You should have whatever you want, whenever you want it.
But you didnât say that. You just tidied yourself up as best as you could and slipped back out into the bar. If anyone noticed, they said nothing.
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hollaaaa! i'd like to request a grumpy female reader with gojo pleaseee, where reader says something kinda mean to gojo and hurt his feelings </3 but things end up being okay later
tq!
đ to infinity and beyond
summary: you accidentally hurt satoru's feelings when he was only worried about you
pairing: sunshine!gojo satoru x grumpy!female reader
content warnings: angsty with happy ending, cursing
a/n: i love this trope
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âSatoru, wait-â
He only responds by closing the door.
A quiet sigh escapes you as you pinch the bridge of your nose, regretting the venomous words that spouted from your mouth. Your mother always said you have anger issues. You check the window only to find Satoruâs bike isnât there anymore â he really left.
It would be best if you donât text him. At least not yet. Heâs angry, and you donât want to drive him into a corner just so heâll listen to your apology.
You look at your empty apartment and it feels ominous. Satoru spends so much time at your place that he practically lives here, and itâs weird without him around. You feel like a stranger in your own home.
Perhaps thatâs how youâve been acting these days, too. You donât normally snap, not even when Satoruâs being extra annoying, but todayâs just too much. Your stress got the best of you and you lashed out on Satoru. Itâs not fair for him, especially not when heâs only been sweet to you the entire day.
â
No oneâs ever been close to you like how Satoru is. It scares you to open up to himâwhat if he sees you and doesnât like what he finds? What if he runs the other way? What if you fall harder and heâs not there to catch you?
âHey sweets, you okay?â
âIâm fine,â You fake a smile.
Satoru knows better than to believe that. He also knows not to push your buttons, but he canât help but feel youâre slipping away. Why are you so scared to be vulnerable with him? Why, after months of being in a relationship, does it feel like youâre still so guarded around him?
Satoruâs a patient man, but even he has his limits. He knows youâve been facing a lot of pressure from the higher-ups and as the strongest, of course, he knows how you must feel. But unlike Satoru who can literally do whatever he wants and still be the strongest, youâre unfortunately easily replaceable, and you canât afford to be. Satoru doesnât understand that.
âCome on, take a break.â He lifts the mochi near your face, urging you to take a bite.
âIâm not hungry, Toru.â You push his hand away, keeping your eyes on your laptop, reading papers.
He sighs.
Youâve been avoiding him for a while, always saying youâre busy and donât have time when in reality, youâre scared heâs getting too close. No, you donât want to lose him. You want to open up and let him know all your troubles and dreams. All you have to do is not worry so much and trust that Satoru will love you as you are.
But you canât trust someone not to hurt you, right?
If someone hurts you, then youâre hurt. All you can do is accept and deal with it. All you can do is trust yourself that youâll be okay even if they hurt you and that youâll be able to walk away.
But isnât it tiring? Living life while always expecting the other shoe to drop?
You clutch Satoruâs hoodie, inhaling his scent before deciding to put it on. You think maybe itâll alleviate your loneliness, but it just makes you miss him more. You sigh and try your best not to cry. Why did you say those words to him?
âSatoru, stop.â You push his head away from snuggling too close into your neck.
Satoru frowns at that, and especially more when he sees your expression. Is that disgust? Discomfort? âDid I do something?â
âNo, just-â You sigh, âIâm just stressed. Sorry.â
âYou say that a lot.â
âExcuse me?â
âYouâre always busy, always stressed, always have no time to spend together anymore, but you always have time to spar with Suguru or Maki.â He says, âYou barely even look at me anymore.â
âThatâs not true-â
âDo you hate me that much?â
âI donât hate you!â
âWell, you clearly act like you do.â
âI told you, I just have a lot going-â
âBullshit.â
âSatoru-â
âIf you canât even stand me then why donât you just break up with me?!â
âFine then!â You grit your teeth. âLetâs break up! Clearly, this isnât working. You want someone whoâs as clingy, touchy, and sweet, and can handle all your shit â well I canât! Just once, I want to be left alone, Satoru. Truly alone.â
Satoru is silent.
You canât believe those words came out of your mouth, especially since none of it is true. Why did you say it? Just to push him away? If thatâs the case then it worked, because the next thing you know, Satoru goes out the door without saying anything but a small âokâ.
Youâve truly fucked up.
Itâs almost been a week since you talked to Satoru. He hasnât spoken to you, and your calls and messages are unanswered. You canât blame him, since youâre the one who did him wrong, but you also donât know how to make it right. Or if you even can. Even if Satoru doesnât want to be with you again, you want to make it right.
Though youâre the one afraid of getting hurt, you end up hurting him instead. Knowing you hurt someone you love is worse than being the one whoâs hurting. The guilt, the loneliness, the regret⊠maybe itâs best if Satoru hates you. Maybe itâll make him feel betterâmove on faster.
You wipe your tears as you come out of your office and surprisingly collide with a certain someone with blue eyes. The pair of blue eyes that used to stare at you with adoration and love, but now full of doubt.
âS-â Youâre even scared to say his name. âS-SatoruâŠâ
âLetâs talk?â
You nod slowly, trailing behind him.
He hates you.
He hates you.
He hates you.
He hates you.
He hates you.
He hates you.
He hates you.
Maybe heâs here for closure, to really end things.
Your heart squeezes. Why do you feed these thoughts into your mind? Your hand grips your bag tighter. Satoru takes you to the park where you had your first date, and you think itâs cruel, but you convince yourself you deserve it.
You both sit on the swings, and itâs quiet. Where do you even start? Should you apologize again? You donât want to seem like youâre forcing him to try to forgive you.
âYou look terrible.â
You look at him bewilderedly for a second before looking away when youâre about to make eye contact. âOhâŠâ
âI saw Yaga scold you the other day.â
You can barely remember what Yaga said, to be honest. Your entire focus was elsewhere. Ever since the fight, you canât function that well. Youâre late to classes, you space out, and you need more breaks â Megumi even let you cry on his shoulder one time. You tried your best to continue your days as if nothing happened, but it was impossible, and it scares you. Because youâre utterly, completely, unavoidably falling in love with Satoru and your fears come true; heâs not there to catch you â which is completely your fault.
âHey.â
His voice is much closer now. Once you let your tears fall, you can see him crouching in front of you.
âI⊠I-â You wipe your tears with your sleeves and choke on a sob.
I understand if you hate me. I was mean to you and you didnât deserve it. You deserve someone better, someone who can take care of you, someone who makes you happy. If that someone isnât me, I understand. I will understand. I donât deserve you, any part of you. I regret ever hurting you the way I did. Iâm truly sorry, Satoru. I know I donât deserve your forgiveness, I donât blame you if you donât. Iâd hate me too.
âYouâŠâ Satoru starts, âYou sound like you really want me to hate you.â
You blink a few times, only realizing that you said all of that out loud.
âI-â
âThatâs extremely selfish.â He says. âAnd in the wrongest way. How could you say that?â
He runs his hand through his hair, âHow could you tell me to find someone else when all that I want is you? I donât want anyone else, I donât need anyone elseâjust you. I want the mess, the fights, the sleepless nights, as long as at the end of the day, I get to see you again and be in your arms. Weâre both not perfect, but I donât want that. I want us, and weâre more than perfect.â
âBut all that only works if you want me, too.â He holds your hands, âSo? Do you- mph!â
You jump forward and kiss him. Itâs messyâyour tears running down your cheeks with his own, hands all over each other, and you donât want to let go. Satoru tightens his hold around you and you chuckle when you feel him smile over the kiss.
âI love you, Satoru. And Iâm sor-â
âDonât say it.â He shushes you. âStop beating yourself up because of it. Just say you love me.â
You cup his face and kiss him deeply. âI love you, Satoru.â
âTo infinity and beyond?â
You laugh, âYes, to infinity and beyond.â
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â yandere! demon who is absolutely enamoured by you. you're his perfect little angel, so kind, so innocent, and oh so caring. how could you even care for a demon like him?
â yandere! demon who is absolutely distraught when you tell him you have to leave him, to go do some angel duties or something... what? you're just leaving him like that? after showing him what kindness feels like? oh that won't do. not at all.
â yandere! demon who rips out your wings, ripping you away from your divinity that you cherished with all your heart. he knows it hurts, he knows you'll hate him for a bit. but it was justified, obviously. you were going to leave him. ...not to worry! he's sure you'll love him again soon, and maybe he'll even give you some demonic wings to match with him?
â yandere! demon who will do anything to keep you by his side. right beside him, that's where you belong and that's how it's going to stay.
"you ruined me!"
"yeah? and I'm a demon, sweetheart. I'm selfish and i take what i want."
your chest heaves heavily, your face absolutely distraught as the demon coos at you, cheeks flushed and a lovesick expression on his face as he holds your face in his hands. you lock eyes with him, staring straight into his deluded ones, and you can't help but let out a shaky breath.
you feel disgusting.
violated.
and most importantly, naked.
you felt absolutely naked without your wings, the wings you cherished and loved over anything else. the very wings that even god himself praised. the wings that you loved with all your heart.
and you'd never see them again.
all because this demon you showed kindness to had fallen and wanted to be selfish. all because he had wanted to keep you with him. but you suppose you couldn't expect anything different. i mean, he was a demon after all.
"oh... don't cry anymore, would you? my beautiful angel shouldn't waste their tears over some lost wings. in fact... i could give you new ones. you'd look much more alluring with some demon wings."
you freeze at his words, disgust running up your throat as you register his words. why would he even suggest such a thing?!
you glare at him venomously, eyes staring straight into his soul as you let out some irritated mumbles. the demon merely purses his lips, staring back at you before cooing once more.
"why are you looking at me like that? don't like the idea?"
duh. of course you didn't like it. why would you ever want demon wings?
you were an angel for god's sake! not a demon!
you continue to glare at him, tears rolling down your cheeks as the demon hums happily, as though he didn't just tear you away from everything you loved.
"ah... my pretty angel... i really adore you with all my heart, i do. it's just, you're so... naive sometimes."
he pauses, wiping away your tears as his thumb caresses your cheek. you say nothing, not wanting to engage with him at all. what was there to say to a man who locked you out of what you called your home?
"i love you, i made that quite obvious, didn't i? yet you were still so oblivious and decided to leave. you were going to leave me alone, baby."
he mutters, tone lowering as his eyes narrow at the memory of you telling him that you were going to return back to heaven.
he hated it. hated it oh so much. in fact, he'd get rid of your ex-home in the clouds if he could. he absolutely despises all the other heavenly beings that never spared a single glance at the lower realms of earth.
"how could you do that to me hm? don't you care about me? i know you love me too... somewhere in that heart of yours, you know you do."
he mutters, looking at you with the most obsessed eyes the world could ever imagine. you felt a shiver run down your spine, your raw wounds aching as you suddenly feel your body grow cold.
"come on darling... i know you're not like those other hypocrites up there. you're leagues better than them. really don't understand why you'd want to return back-"
"well at least they didn't rip away my wings!"
you suddenly interject, feeling your annoyance building up as you chew on your bottom lip. god damnit, was this guy emotionally dense or what?
"they didn't take away the one thing i loved the most, did they? they didn't brutally mutilate my body or defile me! they didn't take me away from ny home!"
you hiss, giving it your all against him as your eyes dart all over his face for a response. you wanted to see how he would react to it. hopefully nothing too bad though. maybe just a little bit of anger, a little irritation to help you feel slightly better.
but of course, it was as though you were no longer graced with heaven's blessings, for he was more than just 'a little bit angry'.
"baby, when have i ever defiled you? i only took away your wings, didn't i? it's not that bad. you'll learn to live without them."
he mutters, glaring back at you as his grip on your face tightens considerably. you let ot a wince, eyes shutting from the intensity he held you at. but he doesn't let up, why would he when you've got him all fired up?
"i just did what i thought was necessary. i just did what i had to do to keep you with me."
the demon states firmly, looking at you as his nails start to dig into your skin, drawing blood from how hard he was gripping. but that doesn't stop him. of course it wouldn't. he first needs to get it through your head that you and him were meant to be. that he was yours just as you were his. completely, utterly, his.
"darling don't you understand? we were meant to be together. you and me, us. we fit together perfectly like a puzzle. you can't ever leave me."
with how he was repeating that, it was really starting to get to you. it was like he was drilling it into your head like some military sargent.
"and your home is with me. not with them, not up there, not anywhere else. me. got that?"
he finally lets go, sighing softly before rubbing your shoulders gently, a total 180 from how he was acting just seconds ago. you watch as the demon goes back to cooing over you, gently rubbing your arms as he sings praises about you.
all you could do was stare at him, chewing on your bottom lip as you think of how you'd critically approach this problem, just like how you always would before you had your wings torn from you.
...
none.
zero solutions come to mind.
maybe you should simply pass away? because there's no way in hell you're resigning yourself to a fate with him. both angels and demons never die after all.
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Emily fox, âyouâre quite intimidating you knowâ, night club/team night out
e.fox II intimidating
"why don't you just go and say hello, she doesn't bite!" lotte teased, nudging her friend who blushed red and elbowed her. "we've spoken before!" emily defended with a huff and a roll of her eyes.
"yeah at training, 'i'm open on your left!' hardly counts as a conversation." alessia chimed in on her other side, the three tar heels squished together on a lounge chair, the entire team out for the night to bond before everyone was due to head away to portugal, captains orders.
"em, you've been here for two weeks man and you've said about ten words to the girl! i don't get it, she's lovely." lotte pushed again nodding in your direction where you were stood at the bar laughing at something kyra said, shoving her head away from you.
"why are you two being so bossy! there is an entire team for me to bond me." emily gestured around to the multitude of mostly blondes gathered around the little area they'd booked off for dinner and a few drinks.
"exactly, but there is only one forward that you keep avoiding like the plague." alessia grinned knowingly. "is that maybe because you think she's fit." lotte teased, poking at the brunette who huffed.
"no! we don't say fit anyway, thats so english." emily pulled a face and sipped on her drink. "i hate to remind that you now...live in england." lotte laughed with a shake of her head.
"sorry. do you just think she's so hot?" alessia chimed in again with a horrendous attempt at an american accent. "not the valley girl voice." emily sighed with a shake of her head.
"i don't even know her! you're both idiots." emily insisted finishing her drink. "well you clearly want to know her. you're always glancing at her, watching her from afar, blushing when she smiles at you. since when are you so shy around pretty girls foxy!" lotte grinned as the american buried her face in her hands.
"what is this? haze the new girl?" emily grunted with a roll of her eyes. "she's very single, you're very single. we're not telling you to get on one knee, but you can't avoid her all season." alessia laughed before a new look settled across her face.
"no less don't give me that, i know that look. thats your meddling look!" the american groaned, having seen it many times throughout their time at college together.
"me? meddle? i don't know what you mean." alessia gasped in mock offence, sliding away from them and standing to her feet. "less where are you going? less? less!" the american defender whisper shouted to the blonde who pointed to her empty glass and pouted, but headed right over to you.
"next rounds on you less? thats so kind!" kyra cheered in greeting, slinging an arm around the blonde as you chuckled at your national teammate. "kyra stop being a pest for thirty seconds would you? shoo!" you gestured with your hands as the younger girl scowled and flipped you off but slunk away to find someone else to annoy.
"what are you drinking?" alessia smiled, bumping her shoulder into yours and nodding down to the lack of a drink in your hand. "water." you winked in return as the blonde pulled a face.
"boring! tomorrow is a day off. i thought australians knew how to drink?" alessia teased, waving over the bartender and respecting your wishes none the less.
"this ones emily's. i'm dying for the toilet, can you take it over to her for me?" alessia asked nodding down to the other drink she'd ordered, basically running away before you could even say something.
"typical." you sighed, dodging kyra who tried to steal the other drink and making a beeline for your newest teammate. "hey i need to speak to leah about something, be right back." lotte interrupted her friend mid conversation, emily frowning at the sudden way she stood and hurried off.
"hey!" but her face paled and eyes widened as you smiled down at her, offering her the other drink in your hand. "less got it for you, ditched me with it at the bar though." you rolled your eyes playfully and raised an eyebrow when the american didn't make a move.
"its not poisoned, you can drink it." you teased, but the friendly demeanor faded as emily tried desperately to make her brain and mouth match up, only able to open and close it wordlessly.
"okay...i'll just leave this here for you then." you frowned, slowly placing it on the table in front of her with a smile that this time didn't meet your eyes as you turned to leave.
"no wait! please sit." emily finally found her words as you hesitated for a second and she slid over slightly, gesturing to the space beside her. though as you sat down and she grabbed the drink with a quiet thank you, the uncomfortable silence returned.
"you know i think those four words are the most i've heard you speak. i thought americans were supposed to have big personalities?" you tried again with a slight teasing tone, leaving the space open for if she'd jump in.
"well i thought australians were known for drinking!" emily tried with an awkward smile as you shook your head. "why does everyone think that? there is more depth to us than that!" you laughed, sipping on your water.
"well you're quite intimidating you know." emily admitted as you looked at her in a mix of surprise and shock. "me? like you're one to talk you avoid me like i have a disease!" you laughed as the brunette look confused.
"i don't! i promise. or i didn't mean to if it seems i have been." emily sighed apologetically. "i thought you may have been avoiding me after the last time we played the US, that tackle." you winced at the memory, given a yellow card for the way you'd accidentally swept her legs out after she'd gotten rid of the ball.
"that? oh i was ready to kill you...months ago. i hadn't even given it a thought since then, well until now." emily assured with a smile that you returned, seemingly relaxed a little more at her words.
"i'm just...awkward? and you seem to have everyone and everything figured out, i've not heard anyone say a bad word about you." emily revealed as your smile softened. "you don't seem awkward. and i've had a couple of years to find my feet, you'll do the same too!" you bumped your shoulder into hers gently.
"okay i'll tell you a secret." you placed your water down on the table and turned to face her a little more. "i'm not drinking because i'm taking my driving test tomorrow and i've already failed it three times, last thing i need is a hangover." you groaned quietly, cheeks warm with embarrassment.
there was a pause of silence and you wondered if you'd said the wrong thing until finally as you were about to stand up there was a break through.
"stop laughing at me it isn't funny! i told you that in confidence." you huffed glaring at her as she clutched her stomach. "how did you fail it three times? i've been here a month and i passed first try!" emily shook her head in disbelief.
"i can't parallel park." you mumbled, eyebrows furrowing and crossing your arms as you huffed. "what? its easy!" emily laughed again as you sighed. "i just get all the angles wrong and i panic and well the last time i clipped the car in front." you blushed bright red, something emily had to admit was an adorable sight.
"no way."
"way, its tragic."
"hey kyra! thirsty?" you frowned in confusion as emily called over the younger girl, handing over the drink she'd barely touched as the midfielder snatched it with a beaming grin and a thank you.
"what did you do that for? you know she won't buy you one in return, she's a massive scab." you rolled your eyes knowing the girl all too well, owed many a drink you know you'd never see.
"what are you doing on your day off tomorrow?" emily questioned ignoring the one you'd asked her as you shrugged. "groceries, sleeping in-" you started to list off the errands on your list as the american shook her head.
"wrong. we're going to get up early and get a coffee, maybe some breakfast, then i'm teaching you how to parallel park before your test." emily responded confidently, waving off your attempts to say no.
"okay, its a date." you eventually gave in with a grin, noticing the slight change in her facial features and the way her eyes widened. "oh i'm so sorry i don't mean like-" you hurried to back track but the american held up a hand, catching alessia's eye over your shoulder.
"yeah, it is a date."
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Jiyan SFW Headcanons
~a/n: Iâm a simp for strong, gentle dragon man. Hereâs some sfw Jiyan headcanons. Iâll probably do a seperate post for nsfw headcanons for him. Itâs been a long while since Iâve last written so hopefully Iâm not rusty.
Protective and doting boyfriend! (will defend your honor) Not really but he knows how dangerous it is outside the city so he doesnât like to let you walk alone without him so he can guarantee your safety. He knows youâre capable of handling yourself but he canât help but worry. He doesnât have that much relationship experience due to most of his life being focused on battling tacet discords and protecting Jinzhou city and its people. Although he may not know much regarding relationships, heâs a quick learner and you canât really tell that heâs that inexperienced due to how well of a boyfriend he is to you. I can see him being the nurturing and mothering type. What I mean by that is he pays attention to your wellbeing and health, making sure youâre eating right, making sure youâre happy, etc. Your well being comes before his. Man can cook. You will be well fed when he cooks for you, making sure youâre eating a healthy, hearty meal. Heâs a really good listener and will put all his attention on you when somethingâs bothering you. Heâll do everything he can in his power to dispel your problems and to ensure that youâre happy.
Not the type to really be into pda. Not because of his duty to portray a respectable image of being a General everyone looks up to but due to preferring to share your affection for one another behind closed doors without watchful eyes that are usually on him in public. The farthest heâll go with pda is hand holding or having you rest your hand on the inside of the crook of his elbow. Plus all the elders would probably tease you two if they saw you being lovey dovey in public. Itâs already hard enough with them seeing you guys near one another. The elders always ask you two about wedding bells and children. Your cheeks burn red while Jiyan coughs, closing his eyes to stop himself from blushing as well and just tells the elders maybe in the future. This causes you to hide your face into the side of his arm as shyness, warmth, and giddiness overcomes your senses. He smiles down at you and adores your cuteness. He seems like heâd be good with kids. Maybe a little awkward and quiet but heâs sweet, caring, and gentle. He wouldnât mind having a family with you in the future. Hopefully when things have calmed down, heâll ask you to marry him and you two can start a family.
He is such a gentleman. He always asks for permission before doing anything he thinks you may be uncomfortable with. Instead of buying flowers from the shop, man actually plants his own flowers and gifts them to you. He would create a special flower that would represent his love and affection for you. (He would for sure propose to you in the middle of the little garden he made for you under the twinkling lights.) Speaking of lights, he loves stargazing with you. Itâs one of his favorite activities with you. Just laying in the soft grass, enjoying the night breeze and cuddling close to one another as you enjoy the peacefulness with one another.
Good kisser. His favorite type of kisses are long, slow, passion filled kisses. He wraps an arm around your waist, holding your body close to his while his other hand gently cups your cheek as his lips connect with yours, electricity shooting through the both of you. Everytime before he heads out onto the battlefield, he always makes sure to give you a long passionate kiss that takes your breath away because he doesnât know when he will be back or if thereâs a chance heâll make it back, so he wants to make sure you understand his undying love for you in case he doesnât make it back home to you. He also likes forehead kisses. Sometimes when he returns from the field and he really missed you, he doesnât leave your side for a while and always has a hand on you. One time, he came close to not making it home from a field mission that when he stepped through the door to your shared home, he wrapped his arms around you and held you for a long time. You swear you could feel him shaking a little, you got worried that something bad happened. After a few minutes of silence, he told you what happened and that he was worried he wouldnât see you again. You cupped his face in your hands and peppered kisses all over his face until he melted into you and was finally calm. You told him that everything was okay and all that mattered was that he was here with you now. Although he was grateful for your comforting words and affection, he still didnât stray far from you that whole night. At bedtime, he held you tightly, nuzzling his face into your neck as you combed your fingers through his hair and rubbed his back. Due to the exhaustion from battling and the comfort of your gentle touches, he quickly fell asleep. He did wake up a few times during the night worried that you were gone but he calmed down once you realized you were still in his arms.
He likes doing mundane things with you when he has the time. Sitting in nature together, enjoying street food, drinking tea while having idle conversations, reading side by side, etc. Sometimes he gets lost in thought as he gazes at you while you are doing something. Heâs busy admiring the serene look on your face as you pick flowers, the gentle touch as you carefully put the flowers together into a crown, then the bright smile that graces your beautiful features as you place it on the top of his head. You break him out of his trance by placing a hand on his cheek as you call his name. You ask him if heâs ok and he replies by taking hold of your hand and turns his head to his lips to press a kiss on the inside of your palm. He gives you a loving look and rids your worries and says heâs just admiring his wonderful s/o. Giggling, you lean into him, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.
Heâs insecure sometimes and gets lost in negative thoughts of the failure of protecting his fellow fallen soldiers. When this happens, just hold him please. He has a lot of weight on his shoulders from the responsibility and grief he carries on a daily basis. When you hold him tight with his head resting on your chest and tell him that itâs ok, that weight is lifted a bit. He forgets his negative thoughts when heâs with you.
Lets you play with his hair and help him put his hair up. Ngl itâs hard to not be a little jealous of his long, soft, beautiful hair. He gets so relaxed when youâre doing his hair. He has fallen asleep sometimes. You try multiple hairstyles and have even put flowers in his hair. You couldnât help how ethereal he looked. He didnât really understand but he didnât mind your adoration for him.
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