#ooc. ( ready...action! )

[spiderman2-99]

Where should you be kissed?

Knuckles. it feels as though you have fought every day of your life. sometimes, you cannot even tell how much of the blood on your hands is your own... and how much comes from those who've tried to hurt those you defend. you deserve the gentleness of a kiss to your bruised knuckles and broken skin, a reminder that you are not only made of violence.

[stolen from templeofvengeance; tagging you]

[quietlyblooms-gone]

part of me is like " only eight replies? " while the other is like " omg eight replies!! " bc all of them are at least two paragraphs, so!! this is honestly such good progress

[myjustice]

with the new discord update rolling around i just wanted to let everybody know that with the new update it is by default enabled in discord's settings that your voice calls can be clipped by those in the call.

i would highly recommend turning off this feature should private details be shared between you & someone, intimate information, & to avoid being clipped out of context.

to do this go to your SETTINGS > CLIPS > toggle recorded voice clip option off.

[fatelcved]

kdrama gifs just always draw out thoughts and inspo out of me :’ ) like this one here has me just!! so badly wanting chiyo to have the experience of someone telling her something similar — that whether she’s agreeable or not, hotheaded or calm, chipper or gloomy, difficult or easy, she’s still the person they choose to have by their side ( be it in a romantic sense or platonic tbh!! ). if the groundwork has already been done, then that kind of statement would hit so hard in the best possible way ;;;;

it’s the kind of thing that would make chiyo not only feel accepted but seen as well. bc not only are they choosing her in spite of what she thinks are terrible flaws, they’ve seen through her attempts to hide her fear and insecurities. she doesn’t want to be vulnerable bc it’s terrifying. rejection is terrifying. but to be seen and still loved anyway is what she wants more than anything.

is her garden host to some prickly weeds? yeah, but it’s also home to such beautiful flowers. it’s still a beautiful garden. she’s still a lovable woman. that's always been the case.

[darabeatha]

SERVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!!!!!!!!

[starsmuserainbow]

Ah yes, also. I may not be able (or willing? I don't really know) to take the time to draw his outfit to accompany his sisters atm, but, here's a Ry!

As before, a few glitches with the outfit here and there, but I'm pretty happy with the result. This outfit mostly comes from a thread back in the day where the outfit had been made for him, and I loved the idea and haven't yet decided on any other outfit for him for the spookseason, so, yeah. It's not the right hat he's wearing, but this one was available and it had the feather in already, and trying to make my own would have been another huge hassle like the top had been, so how could I resist. It sits above the head a lil weirdly, but I think that's my fault for not being able to perfectly place these things yet.

And as usual, a close-up below the cut!

Fun fact: He's not actually wearing anything like a dagger in that sheath there. It's just a handle somehow secured to the sheath, there isn't even a stick or the likes on it. It's just for the looks, and Ry refused to wear an actual weapon.

[savingthrcw]

also just want to add now that I added Ana Lucia that I don't know if laugh or not because Sawyer was not particularly attached to her BEFORE they had s.ex, their interactions stopped after his little time of captivity, but AFTER he was not only clearly affected by her death but felt the need to tell someone - even Jack! - that they had slept together, like my boy cannot sleep with a woman outside of "work" and stay chill, he gets immediately somewhat involved ?? like Sawyer are you even okay. what are you doing. are you seriously so fkgjfkggf about the fact that you did it with her (and he was visibly more ?!! about her kissing him than about anything else in the show) that you have to confess it to Jack? ? Because 'you are the closest thing I have to a friend' no HE'S NOT, you befriended Jin and Michael way more, and Hurley wanted to be your friend, you just needed to VENT?? Sawyer for the entire show is just: "I'm the Bad Boy of this story. If a woman who scoffed/rolled her eyes at me kisses me/has s.ex with me, I'm into her, it's done. The more we interact the more into her I am in a quick descent towards pining. May fall straight into devotion if it becomes a regular thing, find a way to buy her a ring too. Cannot keep ANYTHING casual ever in my life unless it's a con, ride or die."

[tvrningout-a]

OH NO

[myntrose]

Missing You !

ೃ⁀➷: how the l&ds boys are when they miss you.

a/n: I want these men so bad it hurts. n e ways trying something different from smau 🤍 this is part one, will write the other boys later. Also pls send requests !!

content warning: the boys missing you to the point where it's a bit concerning. maybe ooc. Suggestive in Xavier's part towards the end. Did not proof read srry💔

ft: Zayne, Xavier x reader (separately)

pt. 1 , pt. 2

₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊ zayne (705 words)

the hospital holds an unnerving chill in the air. everyone can feel it; the staff, nurses, patients and the other doctors. and even though everyone could feel it, no one chose to acknowledge the source of this tension. because no one wants to disturb Dr. Zayne when he's in one of these moods.

It's another hard day for Zayne. The paperwork seemed endless, he's had to deal all sorts of patients, and he hasn't seen you in a week. You were out in a mission, nothing out of the normal for a hunter. But Zayne couldn't help but worry. He loves you, knows you're more than capable of handling yourself, but worrying about you comes as easy as breathing to him. It's second nature, an everyday thought.

Just as he starts to steady himself, the ink of his pen explodes on the report he was writing. He about ready to lose it, letting out a deep, heavy sigh. Zayne isn't usually this disoriented, and it's making him go mad.

Moving from his desk, Zayne paces around his office, opening your last message. it stresses him out that it was 2 days ago.

ms.hunter: ugh this mission is so dumb. smt happened and now it looks like ill be gone longer. im sorry babe :(((

He grips his phone a little harder. Paces the room with heavier steps. Breaths another sigh.

What is wrong with me?

A knock at his door disrupts his pacing.

"What?"

Zayne doesn't realize he said that with a bit too much bite, a bit too coldly. The door opens to reveal his new secretary, looking like a scared little lamb entering the lions den.

He looks at his secretaries face, realizing his harsh tone. Zayne murmurs a quick apology, asking his secretary if there was something needed.

"There's someone here to meet you, Dr. Zayne. Said they had an appointment?" The secretary trails their sentence like a question, knowing that Zayne shouldn't have any appointments today. Poor thing was shivering from the doctor's cold demeanor.

The veins on Zayne's head are almost visible now. On top of this day, an unscheduled appointment? Had it not been for his doctors oath to not harm, he would've denied this appointment.

Another sigh leaves him, as he tells his secretary to let the mystery appointment inside his office. Zayne makes his way back to his desk, head in hands trying to compose himself.

"You really shouldn't be sighing so heavily, Dr. Zayne. Heard it's bad for you"

Zayne's head whipped so fast towards the doorway, that you almost left bad for laughing at the action.

He blinks once, then another, before standing up and meeting you halfway across the room.

" 'm sorry for not texting you sooner, but I've been working twice as hard to get done with my mission-"

You don't get to finish your sentence before Zayne crashes his lips into yours. This kiss was desperate, filled with longing and want. It's almost startling, usually Zayne is more composed than his.

"would be more composed had you told me you'd be arriving back today" Zayne responds, perfectly reading your thoughts. Before you could say anything, he kisses you again. This time, he's softer, placing one hand on the small of your back and the other cradling your face.

You're the one to pull apart first, desperately needing air. Looks like your boyfriend missed you more than you realized. Oh, this was gonna be so fun.

Zayne scoffs, but he's still holding you close. "I do not scowl. It's just been a stressful week at the hospital."

You laugh at that. God, he missed your laugh. He missed you. He walks the both of you to his desk, where he sits you on his lap as he takes a seat.

"Did you miss me that much? It's only been a week."

"A week too long, my love"

While you and Zayne catch up, the rest of the hospital is glad that the chill in the air has died down. Looks like the staff knows who to call when their doctor is in that mood.

𓆩✧𓆪 xavier (570 words)

there's only a few things that causes Xavier to wake up. Either you shaking him awake, peppering his face with kisses, or when you steal the blanket from him.

Actually, it's mostly you that causes him to wake up. And right now, the reason why sleep escapes him is because it seems like you escaped the bed at some point.

Xavier feels around your side of the bed, only to be met with emptiness. Confused, he wakes up, and looks around to see the room still in pitch darkness.

2:34 a.m. It's still horribly early, so you wouldn't have woken up for work. Plus, Xavier knows your schedule better than he knows his. He knows that you don't have any kind of missions to attend to right now.

So, where were you? A sudden rush of thoughts occur at once, and Xavier can't help but assume the worst scenarios. He jumps out of bed and checks around the apartment.

Bathroom? No. Living room? Empty. Kitchen? Quite. He's going a bit crazy, because where did you go?

He just about to rush outside when he hears the sound of keys opening the front door. Turning to the sound, he watches as the door opens to reveal you.

You, holding a bag from the nearby 24/7 convenience store. You walk in, not realizing that Xavier was watching as you enter the room.

You're holding your phone in your other hand, staring at it. It wasn't until you looked up that you noticed you were being watching by your boyfriend.

Your words don't make it to his ears. Rather, he answers you with a question of his own.

"Where were you?" His voice is deep, laced with a serious tone that doesn't quite suit him. Oh no, was he mad?

"I went out to buy ice cream. I couldn't sleep and wanted something sweet. I texted you where I was!" Defending yourself, showing Xavier the bag with a few ice cream bars.

Oh right, he never checked his phone. Xavier pulls his phone out of his pockets, and opens his notifications to see that you in fact did text him where you were.

"Oh."

You move to the kitchen, putting the ice cream away. "Yeah, oh is right. What, d'ya think I just left without saying a work ?" You only meant that jokingly, of course. Turning around, Xavier is right behind you, caging you between himself and the fridge.

It wasn't until you looked at his eyes when you realized that, oh, he was worried. The realization sets in, and you understand what just happened. Xavier had woken up, and genuinely thought you were done.

Your eyes soften as you look at him, moving your hands to his face "Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you like that." Xavier melts into your touch, and you both stay like this for a while.

You speak up first. "Why don't we go back to sleep?"

Xavier opens his eyes, looking down at you. "Actually, I'm not sleepy right now. I think I'm hungry."

"Do you want some of the ice cream I bought? I got your favorite flavor- Xav- Xavier why are we going to the bedroom?"

"I said I was hungry."

"Oh...?!"

Later that morning, you had to call into work "sick" for both you and Xavier.

[luli-lads]

Look, no hands

a merman!Raf x reader fic

Content: Smut, female reader, playful/sassy sea god rafayel (might be ooc), based on his myth's kindled but not meant to be a direct recreation (because he looked good chained up – and that hip action ough), sort of au in that sense, two dicks truther (but no dp), unprotected p in v, oral (receiving), creampie, you're on top through all of it like you deserve.

Warnings: Very brief description of drowning before he helps you breathe underwater (with a kiss ofc).

A/N: I have nothing to say, your honor.

Word count: ~3.2k

They had told you not to swim too far out into the sea, dive not too deep, because there were tales of 'something lurking under the waters that could not be beaten by man'.

Those warnings went ignored. You loved the beach, loved swimming, loved collecting seashells from the seabed.

Just like any other day, you donned your two piece swimsuit and grabbed the waterproof bag where you gathered all the little treasures. Your home was full of knick-knacks you had found either diving or ashore.

If the townsfolk were really that concerned about your outings, they should stop buying the jewelry you made with what you collected.

You stretched, the breeze pushing you towards the path you had to follow to reach the shore. Almost like an invitation from the ocean itself. It made you chuckle, really, the stories they told. You had never once encountered anything more dangerous than a stray jellyfish, and even then, it floated its merry way without bothering you.

The beach was empty, as usual. Their loss, it looked like a hidden gem, pristine and untouched by humans.

Walking across the sand, to the jagged rocks, into the open cave, was muscle memory. Once inside though, the tides would reveal or fill different entrances, and you always explored a different path.

This time, the only one available was a hole you could crawl through. Not exactly ideal, but you could see, crouching next to it, that it opened to a bigger space that would let you stand up.

You did just that.

"Woah..." your voice echoed from wall to wall.

There were crystals adorning every surface, reflecting the scarce light and illuminating an otherwise dark area. You were pretty sure there was also some sort of bioluminescent algae at play.

Keeping in mind that you didn't want to destroy this beautiful scene, you took only a couple of crystals and continued your way through the cave.

The water that you had managed to avoid at the start reared its head. A dead end with only a pool at the bottom as the way forward. You didn't come ready to swim for nothing, though.

It was pleasantly cool, but the problem lay on whether or not there was a pocket of air once you went under. You could hold your breath better than the average person thanks to your hobby, but you weren't stupid.

You stuck your hand below the rock and felt around. No air pockets. You stuck out a leg and felt around. Oh. Oh. This thing went down.

After doing a set of breathing exercises to get yourself ready for it, you dove your head and looked around. You were so used to this that you could distinguish a lot of things even through the blur, and the salty waters didn't even bother you.

Even though it did sink further down, there was a glow a few feet ahead, which most certainly meant another space like this one, where you could recover your breath.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

You took one last deep breath and pushed off the rocks towards the glow, swimming fast. Unlike the mostly still waters you had experienced, there was a current, which meant there was a direct connection to the sea through here.

Somehow, no matter how much you swam, the glow didn't get closer. And the current—

It was pulling you down. Down. Down.

The glow multiplied, different sources of light surrounding you, and surely, it meant you had arrived to an air pocket, right?

Movement. In front of you, in the center of this splendor. Something brushed against your legs. No time for this, air, air, air… Your eyelids fell—

A velvet touch pressed against your lips. It was gone as soon as it came.

“Haaa!”, you breathed in by instinct.

You were breathing. Underwater.

Your eyes snapped open. There was no blur. You could see clearly. You could see the figure in front of you.

“I was wondering how long it would take for someone to wander down here,” the merman smirked.

So many questions formed in your head.

The creature in question was bound by his wrists and neck, with some room to swim but confined to this place. His tail was dazzling, longer, much longer than your legs, just as his hair made yours pale in comparison.

Just as the cave you had first seen, there were crystals and algae decorating the walls.

“Done ogling?”

“Ah– Um…” You snapped out of your daze, “Sorry, what, er– who are you?”

��Tch,” he swam backwards to rest against the rocks, his powerful tail tossing you with the current it created, “a little respect to the God of the Sea.”

Your eyebrows shot up.

“God… of the… Sea?”

It wasn't that you doubted him, he looked the part, but the fact that he was bound struck you as odd.

“Yes. When did mortals get this insolent?”

“I’m just wondering, why are you chained?”

He looked to the side, annoyed and perhaps hurt by the memory.

“Doesn't matter. Certainly not to you. Hey, come here,” his eyes flickered to the rock where he was resting.

“I think I should leave,” you bowed your head in what you hoped would be a show of respect, and turned yourself around in the water.

The situation was frankly strange, and you didn't want to stick around to find out if he ate humans, seeing as he didn't have any food in here.

By the time you had turned, he was already in front of you again. Two beats of his tail, fast as hell too.

“Leaving so soon? But I’ve been so bored all alone in this place…” His tone was playful, too playful for someone supposedly at a disadvantage due to being chained.

“I can't free you, if that's what you want. I didn't bring any tools,” you showed him the contents of the bag; the crystals you had taken earlier.

“I didn't tell you to, did I?” One beat of his tail, and he was centimeters away.

“Then, what do you want from me…?” You swallowed, forcing your eyes to stay on his instead of travelling down his body.

He lowered his head, a sly smile pulling at one corner of his lips. “I told you. I’ve been bored.”

“So, what, am I supposed to act as your personal entertainer?”

He laughed, “Just keep me company for a bit longer, yeah?”

The whoosh of water made you lose your balance, if that was possible, his figure a blur of color as it spun around you and slipped his tail between your legs before you even had time to realize. He was now under you, having made you straddle him.

You braced your arms on his chest without meaning to.

“What–”

“You think I can't tell what's going on in your head? Please, I’ve had to deal with your kind in every lifetime,” he rolled his eyes.

“What do you mean? I wasn't thinking about anything in particular…”

“No? Very interesting. Anyone in your position would’ve maybe tried to escape again, but your thighs are tight against my waist. Weird, huh?”

Warmth spread across your cheeks as you realized that, in fact, you’ve wrapped your legs quite tightly around him.

“Um. You caught me by surprise when you swam under me, I didn't mean to, I felt like I was going to fall–”

“Underwater?” He chuckled, “would like to see that. And you still haven't let go. Ah, no, no, no, don't let go now. I’m enjoying this.”

He bit his lower lip and rolled his hips, making you bounce on his lap. You fell forwards and propped yourself on his chest once more, his hair brushing against your arms and hands.

“What the–”

“Take off your swimsuit,” his voice darkened.

“What!?” Your eyes widened.

“Stop with the act. I can smell a drop of that sweet scent,” eyes flicked to your core, where arousal was gathering, “in a thousand tonnes of water.”

A few incoherent words tried unsuccessfully to leave your mouth, transformed to babbles.

“You’re the weird one here, you know. I’m all bare except for some jewelry.”

You managed to scoff. As if it was a fair comparison.

“You’re not as bare as I would be if I took this off,” you crossed your arms.

Wait, when did you start to come around to the idea at all?

“Ohhh, I know what you mean. Well, if you move your hips back and let me…”

Curious, you slid back on his tail to see what he was talking about.

There, right where his tail started, a slit made itself visible through the scales. It parted, two round shapes poking up and out. Oh.

He made a smug expression at your shock.

“Now, if you don't mind,” he looked at your swimsuit.

“You have two.”

“Mhm.”

“They have… bumps?”

“Mhm.”

“How would that even… Two…?”

“You're not supposed to put them both in at the same time, you know,” his tone was a little condescending, “you use one until it can't be used anymore, then you use the other. It's to make sure the reproduction is successful. I mean, unless you wanna give it a try,” he winked, “Are we done with this lesson in Lemurian biology or…?”

You ran your finger up the side of one of them, and he inhaled sharply, cursing in a language you didn't understand.

“If you intend to tease me, I’ll devour you and be done with it,” he warned, flicking his tail.

“N–no! I was just curious, I swear!” You raised your hands.

So he did eat humans. Noted.

Before he got any angrier, you untied the top of your swimsuit and tossed it aside. His eyes fell on your chest.

“If there was ever a moment for me to have my hands free…” he muttered.

You got off his lap and slid the bottom of your swimsuit down your legs as well. His dicks twitched.

“Come here,” he demanded.

You didn't waste any time getting on top of him again, aligning your hips above one of the lengths. With your hand, you guided the tip inside you.

He thrust up impatiently, slotting it to the hilt in one go with a sigh of pleasure. A string of unknown curses left his lips. You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, digging your nails into his skin.

A complex expression crossed his face, his eyes now studying your face intently.

His hips jerked up again, motivated by your spongy walls squeezing him so well. And again. He didn't care how badly you ended up scratching him. You felt too damn good.

“S–slow down…” You whimpered the words, each thrust accompanied by a moan.

The ridges along his dick were doing wonders at hitting your sweetest spot, and the way the tip kissed your cervix– it was dizzying.

“No. I need it. I need you. Now.”

He increased the pace, eyes glazed over with lust, a pink hue to his cheeks and ears.

Your clit rubbed against his scales each time he buried himself, and between all the pleasure, you were easily overstimulated.

He, on the other hand, was on the brink of an orgasm. You looked too good bouncing on him like that, with your tits on display and such a divine expression, that he didn't care he was about to cum early. It had been too long, he was too pent up.

“Yes, squeeze me like that,” he threw his head back, a shiver running up his body and making both his tail and his dicks twitch.

Warm thickness shot into you. Lots of it. His breathing was ragged and shaky.

You let him ride it out and recover, even though you hadn't achieved climax, because you needed some rest from the overstimulation.

He gently pulled out and swam aside, almost… bashful? More vulnerable, for sure.

“I’m not done, don't look at me like that. I’ll eat you out in a moment, but first I want you to try something.”

The directness of his statement made your face warm again.

“What do you want me to try?”

“Place your hand on my chest, above my heart.”

You laid your palm just where he described, between the half-moon marks your nails had made a moment ago.

His chest started to glow, hand sinking into it. You pulled back in surprise, only to find you had pulled out a dagger. His pupils dilated.

“It's you,” he whispered breathlessly.

“Huh…?” you looked at him and the dagger with confusion.

“Only one person can obtain that,” he pointed at it with his chin, “the one who will free me from my chains, the one destined to be my bride.”

You blinked repeatedly.

“Hurry, break them!” he turned around and showed you his wrists.

Still in the process of assimilating the information, you slashed the chains with the dagger. They disintegrated at the touch. Next, you swiped at the one on his neck.

He turned to you and flexed his hands in front of his face, stretching them.

“I’ve longed for this day…” His eyes zeroed on you. “I’ve longed for you.”

His hands held your face, mouth wasting no time in finding yours, his tongue plunging past your lips with a hunger of eons. The dagger sank, forgotten for now, your fingers pulling at his hair, his sounds of pleasure reverberating into the kiss.

Now that he could touch you, his hands travelled down to squeeze your tits, massage them, memorize them, down your ribs to your hips, and to the back to squeeze your rear and press you against him. It was then that you remembered he was still just as bare as you, and one of his dicks awaited.

His elegant fingers traced down your abdomen and found your clit, testing it at first, his lips hovering above yours with the promise of another kiss, but first he wanted to see your reactions. Your hips buckled against his hand, eyes half-lidded.

“I’m a Lemurian of my word,” he leaned in, kissing your neck.

The digits continued working you slowly as he made his descent with kisses across your body, appreciating each and every spot his lips touched.

He pulled away his fingers and used his hands to pry open your legs instead. You didn't go unstimulated for long, a kitten lick giving way to a full feast for him, his mouth trying to cover as much of your cunt as he could.

You had been left hanging before, and he was making sure to return the favor with interest. You gripped his hair.

His tongue slid up and down your folds, then focusing on your clit, before he sucked it, and repeated. If you had more mobility underwater, he would've encouraged you to ride his face. Instead, he put in the effort to move himself under you.

“Mm– Ah– Fuck…”

You could feel him smile against you by hearing your moans. He laid his tongue flat and shook his head side to side.

“Mmh! Oh my g–god… I’m gonna cum, fuck, I–”

He kept doing just that, until he felt your whole body spasm. Then, he gradually reduced the ministrations.

You felt weightless, even more so than you did by being underwater.

When you recovered, you found him holding you in his arms as he sat on a rock.

“I have a question,” he smiled playfully, toying with a strand of your hair, “when you said ‘my god’, you were referring to me, right?”

You huffed and pinched his cheek. “What kinda question is that!?”

“Ow ow ow!” He laughed, taking your hand in his and interlacing the fingers so you wouldn't be able to attack him again. “In any case, are you ready for one more round, cutie?”

You didn't really have a response for that. Yes, you were ready for one — and many other rounds, but with how good you felt seconds ago, another orgasm so soon might just send you straight to heaven.

He took your quickened pulse as a response and laid back on the rocks, pulling you on top of him one last time.

“Now we can do this properly,” he squeezed your thighs with a smirk.

He was about to rearrange your guts, wasn't he. Damn him and those toned core muscles.

“Don't go as fast, or I’ll get overstimulated again.”

“Hear hear.”

This time, when you guided the tip to your entrance, he didn't move, he let you sink slowly at your own pace, feeling each of the ridges brush up your walls one by one.

Once it was fully in, he exhaled shakily. You did your best to stay composed.

He let you rise and fall, though his hands stayed on your thighs and crept up to your waist, his intentions clear. As soon as you picked up the pace — he would take over.

Still, you worked yourself on him at a calm rhythm, rocking your hips to catch his scales on your clit when you weren't busy pushing the bumps against your g-spot.

Even you had your limits to this torture, however. Soon, you started becoming impatient, brain feeling fuzzy with pleasure, and the pace increased.

In that moment, he stopped acting like a toy for you to use, and made you his toy.

His hands held tightly to your waist and pulled you down onto him with force, his hips snapping up at the same time. A broken moan fell from your lips. He grunted, and did it again. And again. And again. And again.

Each time faster, harder, his and your noises louder, until you were both so lost that you fell on top of him while his eyes rolled back, mouth agape.

“D–don’t stop, don’t stop, don't stop…” You pleaded, burying your face in his neck, your whiny voice going straight to his crotch.

“Not gonna– so pretty– feel good– more–” his own words were mostly indecipherable.

If you weren't underwater, the sounds would be just as loud as your combined moans. His hips kept rolling up against you, precum already dripping, at a pace that would make any cardio enthusiast tremble.

He kept fucking himself into you, until he felt himself get close. His hand then focused on rubbing your clit.

“Need you to cum first,” he started repeating in whispers.

That brought you right to where he was pretty quick, his voice a siren song in prose. You bit down where his neck and shoulder met.

The curses in Lemurian returned, and did not stop even as he shot load after load into you, the sticky substance overflowing out of your cunt.

Your moans were muffled by the bite, but you came right with him, your cunt squeezing, milking him for all he was worth, your body shaking.

You both laid there in silence, unmoving, for a while, just holding each other.

He moved you to lay on your side and carefully pulled out. His dicks retracted back into his tail, satisfied.

“My beloved bride…” He caressed your face with the back of his hand. “You're mine forevermore.”

With a kiss, he sealed the pact.

After all, what did you think having sex with him meant, other than agreeing to being his?

[quietlyblooms-gone]

where is my “ we’re getting married for the convenience/extenuating circumstances but as time goes on, maybe i do have feelings 👉🏻👈🏻 ” au?? where is my “ there’s a zombie outbreak, but at least i have you and god help me if anything happens to you ” au?? yes these seem unrelated but in reality, i’m just watching the kdrama happiness

[myjustice]

i wanted to apologize for not being the usual social butterfly as of late. a lot has been going on behind the scenes that just has me reevaluating a lot personally & my social circles & it just makes me not the most fun to be around so i’m taking some space on socializing while i manage things.

i am working on drafts & the like so that won’t change. thank you for your patience with me especially if we talk often.

[fatelcved]

now that i'm done with all that fluff for the time being, pls know that chiyo's been in the mood to yank someone into a kiss for at least the last hour bc i made the mistake of listening to music that spoke to her :' ))

[pomegranate-eater]

YANDERE JING YUAN HCS | previous characters

cw: gender neutral reader, non-con, reader here has a more timid and anxious personality to highlight Jing Yuan’s character, Jing Yuan lore spoilers, potentially OOC, angst, controlling relationship, non-explicit smut elements, punishments, isolation, sound torture, collaring, coddling, codependency, overprotectiveness, one occasion of inflicting self-harm, manipulation.

Word count: around 5k. (yes, pretty lengthy hcs… Jing Yuan is my kink.)

Minors do not interact.

Origins

Jing Yuan covets people and things he can tuck under his wing to keep safe. This provides him with a feeling of stability and safety, a place where he can realign his sometimes unsteady thoughts weighed down by the past and fills him with a sense of purpose in his rather solitary personal life. As soon as you arrived in his surroundings, he promptly decided to take on the role of your "caregiver.”

➤ Meeting you was a poignant reminder of how certain individuals can be overlooked or marginalized by society. There isn't anything inherently wrong with you; rather, it was your shy demeanor or the tendency to struggle with conforming to what’s seen as acceptable that made him one of the few who was “brave” enough to try to connect with you. Jing Yuan is drawn to individuals like you, as you have the ability to evoke a stronger desire in him to nurture and safeguard.

You were a mere mailroom clerk at the time, responsible for sorting, distributing, and managing mail within the Seat of Divine Foresight; occasionally appearing outside of your little room to push the stroll into different departments, not noticed by many, too sheepish to approach your colleagues. Until he spotted you, an unexpected onlooker with a small sparkle of light in your barely limelit spectacle of life.

One time, you had the honor to deliver correspondence to the General yourself personally; you were so nervous, somehow anticipating a scene where you made a fool of yourself in front of such a grandiose figure. The gentleness and patience he showed you that time soothed your anxiety somewhat, but did not erase the small suspicions that arose simultaneously at his kind act, combined with who he already was. Surely, a man cannot be this perfect? Surely, it’s perplexing when someone is nice to you for once, genuinely? Just like a wounded animal, hence another reason why he had found you so charming… and worth taking a shot in the dark for.

➤ Not much time passed before you found yourself frequently running into him, or even being invited inside his office during your breaks for tea… How are you doing? Are your colleagues treating you well? Are there any interests of yours you’d like to tell him about?

You being underestimated didn’t mean you were naive; thus, you couldn’t accept his thoughtfulness and hospitality entirely, trying to reckon what he was up to. Still, give a starving person what they want, and they’ll allow themselves a hope to expect more. Being alone or misunderstood was causing your wellbeing to erode.

Given his meetings with you and given his popularity, you saw him everywhere, you heard him everywhere — Jing Yuan didn’t even have to try hard to make himself appear perpetually on your mind. It made him feel giddy — his head was addled with excited thoughts of how often it could be that you’ve been busying yourself this way. Same compulsion was in worrying himself whether you were alright on your own, counting days until he could take another step with you — not hasty, not accidental, as calculated.

➤ At some stage of getting to know you, Jing Yuan incentivized you to enter a relationship with him. Whether you were ready for it or not, it had happened anyway. Jing Yuan was constantly reminding you of how beneficial his care was, through actions and kind words, while also stepping back when you felt overwhelmed to show how respectful he is. He called it reassurance, until in your mind, he engraved the belief that you don’t have much to lose, only bountiful gains to collect.

It was acceptable when you thought of yourself as a parasite — someone willingly taking care of you was enticing, and perhaps that guilt was making you more compliant. There wasn’t really any other place for you to go, if you didn’t want to spend the rest of your life alone.

How he treats the situation

He knows that even the most sensitive version of you is destined to become exhausted by his protective and clingy behaviors; he knows you feel suffocated, and he’s mostly aware of what he’s doing — he is storming into your life with selfishness. Selfishness, as even if he could excuse himself with altruistic care, that nurturing spirit is still unsolicited and controlling, with him owning the majority of your life in the end. Not to mention, he’s not helping you; he only enables your helplessness. Still, he believes it’s for your own good as well, that you still are not doing the greatest regardless, and doesn’t see much potential in you.

➤ Before he could even have you, Jing Yuan wholeheartedly will shape a conjecture about you being in need of him. In his mind, some people are so vulnerable and fragile they need someone else to step in and take charge; he doesn’t find it detestable, either. You’re not getting paid the most, you don’t really have anyone else in your life, being stuck in a dark office every day is overwhelming, and you’re an easy target for others. He wants to protect you and take care of you… even if it’s not fair to make such decisions for you. Those who are independent and perfectly oriented in managing daily life, he feels pride for, and wishes them well. Those who are not… they are as worthy, but might require some assistance; and he’s seen people suffer for centuries to witness. That’s why your relationship life is bound to be full of being coddled and watched over.

For example, he thinks it is his responsibility to remove you from harm’s way. He believes you’re too clumsy, you’re not the strongest physically, you probably can’t stand up for yourself… he will reach the point where becomes overprotective. He has enough bias to do so, carrying a heavy luggage of bad memories.

But, don’t take his words at face value — Jing Yuan has a tendency to overdraw the negative picture of your capabilities for his own excuses. ‘Protection’ and ‘care’ are pretty euphemisms.

➤ Any other person would have felt used or tired of repeatedly having to do everything for someone; yet he’s excited for such a future. You make him feel needed at the idea of having someone by his side and to take care of; comforting after losing his old friends and companions and living in the solitude of closer relationships following the separation.

Sure, Luofu cannot function without him either, but this doesn’t fall into a more intimate field. Yanqing had required his care for a while, but he’s grown big enough to manage most of his things on his own; a soldier needs to be independent anyhow. There are people that sometimes come into his life, such as the Astral Express crew, until they and Dan Heng leave too.

So, if there’s anyone that’s being used in your relationship, it’s you — being a cure for his loneliness and feeding his obsession.

➤ Whether you remain malleable or, should you still feel vigilant in your relationship, it doesn’t matter. Lower yourself to only a few occasional charges and whines about how disconcerting it is when he’s too clingy, and he’ll laugh it off, perhaps apologize, and promise to tone down his affections as your relationship continues, with you still withholding most of your freedom. However, you may not be aware he’s pulling the strings for your life choices, which they usually lead you down a path where you keep ending up with him…

Thinking of taking a break from this “oppressive” bond? Now you have to handle a sad Jing Yuan and your own guilt, with your sensitive nature not helping. He’s been trying so hard, and yet you’re rejecting him… he guesses you’ll leave him like anyone else (even if you’re still not privy to his past, just possessing a mere general idea). If that doesn’t work and you don’t buy his act, he’ll give you space until you miss yourself, or at least the attachment and codependency he built. You’ll be back to him in no time.

No matter what choice you’ll make, you remain in his arms, without any use of force.

➤ He might be willing to offer a lot, but don’t make a fool of Jing Yuan. He’s still a sly, strategic, and cunning man—he hasn’t managed to lead Luofu as a general for so long without some prowess and intelligence, nor were all of his choices fair or “legal.” He has you where he wants you to be.

Living with him

A warm house and a loving partner should make you feel safe – but are you safe from Jing Yuan's overbearing presence? You’re not that fragile, you’re pretty sure; yet, he believes in what serves him well.

➤ In your relationship with Jing Yuan, you will find yourself being urged to stay at his home quite soon; as if moving in weren't already a smooth process. You don’t need to tire yourself working every day — he has more than enough to provide for you. If you’re prone to not handling stress well, he’ll tell you it’s for the best. You can do some light work around the house, as long as he doesn’t deem it risky or straining.

Nonetheless, Jing Yuan won’t cut you off from the world. You’re not allowed to leave the house when he’s not here or without him (it’s dangerous out there, you should know), but he takes you out regularly. He knows isolation is bad for anyone, he knows you’ll only get fussier. He also doesn’t want people questioning his relationship with you — he might even take you to some event if you’ve been well-behaved. People in Luofu might not always be fond of you, but they see him beaming with happiness, and he’s not afraid to correct certain misconceptions about you.

➤ Jing Yuan doesn’t want to treat you like a child who needs help with everything; that is, inherently. However, he still does plenty of things for you, disguised as care to further drive his fixation on being vital and thinking you’re fragile until you sometimes feel like you’re losing your mind. Deep down inside, he knows you’re better than what he paints you as, even if far from perfect, but he chooses to cling to hyperboles for his own motives.

He understands that you’re not particularly fond of the lifestyle he imposes on you. This brings up the dilemma in case you finally break down — if he tries to comfort you, you’ll feel even more suffocated. If he gives you space, he’ll feel as if he’s not there for you. Fortunately, he’ll step back if you’re fairly upset, recognizing how important it is to give you some autonomy and striving for equilibrium. Still, don’t push back too hard, or he’ll be the one who feels upset.

➤ You can count on him emotionally, but it’ll come off as feeling reluctant for you to do — asking for uplifting will be kind of admitting his points, even if he’s not right.

➤ While Jing Yuan could and will paint himself as a friendly and loving figure to you, it is difficult for him to open up and be vulnerable with you, especially about his past. He’s used to carrying burdens on his shoulders, he still doesn’t trust you fully to not betray him somehow (you’re given reasons to), and he doesn’t like the pain speaking about memories brings. On the other hand, your sensitivity is something that makes him want to take advantage of your empathy.

➤ If you like sleeping a lot, you’re a lucky person. If you don’t, or you simply need to use the bathroom in the morning… bless your soul, as you’re not allowed to get up until he does. It’s not just the fact he wakes up late whenever he can; he also often crushes you with his body, either lying on top of you or holding you too tightly. Sometimes, he even drools on you.

➤ He is generally affectionate; even if he mostly focuses on your feelings over his. Physical affection is his love language, though he often tells you he loves you as well. Yet, hearing it doesn’t always sound right… he might as well claim there are invisible chains connecting the two of you — the idea of breaking them feels liberating, but also brings the fear of abandonment.

You appreciate his working hours the most.

➤ Except constant teases and occasional pranks. He might be more circumspect in how far he goes to not cross your boundaries too much, but he’ll be happy if you let him be a child for a moment.

➤ He knows boredom or anxiety often affects you, so he tries to keep you busy. Hobbies are encouraged if you're not being too frigid lately (he can't be too soft), and they don’t pose any injury risks.

Or he lets you assist him in his daily gardening and watering routine. However, if you mess something up (or hurt yourself), you’ll see him become unnaturally nervous before he ushers you back inside — you and his plants are that important to him. Here also comes the warning: don’t destroy his garden on purpose, no matter how angry you might be at him for something. Even he doesn’t know how he’d react.

Also, you will become a chess master, whether you wanted it or not.

➤ His hair is a mess. He often almost demands that you do it for him, brushing and deep conditioning and whatnot, acting like it’s too tedious to do it alone and he needs your help. It's difficult work, but it’s hard to say no when it’s you being able to do things on your own for once; he clearly enjoys your touch too.

➤ He likes to compare you to birds all the time. As they’re often seen as a symbol of freedom, to him it’s about fragility and keeping precious things safe.

➤ You’re extricated from cooking. While Jing Yuan would love for the domesticity of you cooking for him, most of the time he’d prefer to do it himself. One thing is that he likes to tend to you…

…the other is that he doesn’t trust you that much. You’d probably end up burning yourself with how clumsy you are, so to ensure you’re not doing that when he’s not home, he has a safety system installed that turns off stoves during programmed hours — Luofu is advanced like that. You can’t even make yourself tea or coffee — the electric kettle is gone, so you can use only the traditional one when he’s home. He feeds you three times a day (at random times, as he first needs to get up from being lazy and cuddling with you) and leave some snacks for when he’s not there.

➤ He cares a lot about your health. Even if you don’t have many tasks to complete in a day as a result of his choices, he still doesn’t want you to be completely stagnant; that’s why when you do go out, he’ll ensure you hit enough steps. The same goes for food. You’re allowed to eat some unhealthy items occasionally, so you don’t feel too controlled, but he’ll want you to eat enough and healthily.

➤ Occasionally, Jing Yuan has no choice but to delegate in other parts of Xianzhou. If that’s the case, he will attempt to bring you along if possible. If not possible, he’ll need to step in and make you stay at the cloud knights headquarters as he travels, where you’re under observation; it’s not an unusual request, considering they would think their General’s foes might be after you.

There’s also a question of what will happen to you should he become mara-stricken; and he likes to believe Yanqing will be responsible and mature enough by the time this tragedy comes.

Punishment

Jing Yuan isn’t one to punish you for just any caliber of misbehavior. He realizes that plenty of your “transgressions” aren’t pure malice; that much of it is you being emotional and stressed, and that you’ve always been an anxious little thing — a scared animal he needs to be careful with. Of course, there are some things he wouldn’t let go of just because you claim you were nervous or upset. Anything that’s not you outright rejecting him or escaping is seen as part of your nature or nerves.

➤ Physical punishments of any kind are off limits. The boundary is coming from his care; yet, it’s mostly intelligence speaking. He doesn’t believe any physical violence is a form of discipline. Extra training for a subordinate? Sure, but it's not within his rights to go any further. Violence is sometimes required when a certain enemy appears or he has to protect his nation; however, in personal relationships, he finds physical discipline to be mostly fear prompting and creating even greater resentment. He doesn’t need to raise his hand at you anyway – there are methods more effective and yet less physically painful.

➤ If he tries to help you with something and you express your need to do it alone multiple times in a row, and it’s not of utmost importance to him, he’ll give you that space (even if he might act somewhat sad about your “rejection”).

However, do it too often or demand your independence regarding something more significant, and he’ll assume you’re being difficult on purpose or even ungrateful. He’s caring for you, doing more than anyone would ever do for you, and you’re still treating him like a villain. In that case, the punishments will be still somewhat mild. Jing Yuan, despite his lazy attitude, maintains his faith in discipline. Living slowly is a means to avoid getting mara struck; therefore, it doesn’t mean he’ll have nothing done or things living in disorder.

For example, he might leave you to your own devices for a while: if you notice how certain things take significantly more time if they’re done by you and not skilled he, surely you’ll start missing his help. Codependency is nasty as well, and so you’ll feel paranoid with no one by your side.Your outings will be reduced too: you clearly don’t enjoy his presence, so how come you’d enjoy going out with him? He’ll stop cooking for you too, since you clearly don’t appreciate it. Of course, he won’t risk your health, so he’ll order some food for you. But somehow, the crane delivering it always takes too much time, and so your food gets cold before it even arrives… that’s why you’ll miss his warm meals pretty quickly. It’s a small discomfort to eat cold food, but the constant dissatisfaction would make it taste worse — even more when you’ll see him eat.

➤ Should your relationship ever deteriorate to a point where you consider leaving, the consequences will vary based on the situation's frequency. A one-time instance of fleeing will lead to merely a reprimand for jeopardizing your safety, as he attempts to justify your choice and absolve you. Twice, and he provides you with even less room.

If it occurs repeatedly or continuously, Jing Yuan will collar you. Have you seen the collars with bells that cats have on? He will give you one like that, thinking it’s adorable as well. With each step you take, the collar’s bell rings out, pushing you to the brink of madness — quite literally, as the sound torture is the intent of this punishment. Eventually, you become overstimulated, attempting your best to stay still, but failing. Grasping the bell isn’t very effective either — the small ball within the device still moves — it just muffles the noise slightly. It also contains a tracker. You'll be pleading with him to take it off quite soon, as the contraption has some crazy mechanism. He’ll take it into account if you exhibit sufficient remorse, as he’s not gaining enjoyment from punishing you; his focus is solely on discipline and order. Otherwise, he will maintain this situation until he observes indications that you are nearing a breaking point — there was a moment when you attempted to harm yourself by hitting your head, which he hopes will not happen again.

Jing Yuan may bring you to work occasionally too, concerned you’d try something when he’s away; or out of sympathy for your staying home all day, even if he had put you here. If you attempt something as immature (and rather bold of you!) as trying to make fun of him or even flirt with his subordinates in front of him to inspire jealousy, he’ll make you state a public apology. His soldiers will be invited inside the office and you’ll have to express your repentance and apologize to their General, and then to them for involving them in your mess. A touch of humiliation and embarrassment won’t hurt you.

➤ Although the typical reasons for which he usually would punish you are limited to two — escaping and being ungrateful on a bigger scale — there are few rare ones that may pop up. In case he had revealed that much to you, one of them is you ever attacking him for his history, perhaps out of spite or anger — not just a few subtle remarks but a shared ridicule would suffice.

If you mention his friends that are now only the reminiscents of his memories and somehow blame him responsible for their deaths or degradations, while he himself oftentimes feels guilty, you’ll witness a side you don’t often see. Under regular circumstances, he wouldn’t resort to violence, but he could suddenly need an outlet, and if you’re the center of his anger… being pinned to the wall and threatened with your wrists being crushed, despite your frantic apologies and stated fear, is no longer off limits.

Once he settles down, he’ll console you and try to explain himself, soothing any aches on your body, but you might not hear any sorry; though tears might appear for him as well. It will also be when he feels regret at ever being vulnerable with you, and the regress he observes in you scares him. Both of your trust is lost and fixing it won’t be easy.

Sexuality

Jing Yuan is not one for casual sex outside of relationships. He’s trained himself to control his lust, as he wanted to avoid any controversies that could arise with someone exposing his possible venereal affairs. When you enter his life, it is when practically decades of chastity go to waste, as you awaken a desire he cannot control… as a result, you make him feel young again in that department, as he was more sexually active before taking on his role as a general.

➤ Jing Yuan is very perverted. Not in a way where he’s forcing you to explore all kinds of fetishes with him; instead, it’s all about you. He finds many things that you do and surrounding you attractive. It doesn’t always result in physical arousal — sometimes, it’s just an unhealthy curiosity about the smallest of things that make you you. The first entry’s example: perhaps you have a new haircut and it exposes your neck more? That’s hot. The second: scrutinizing the way your brows furrowed a tad bit more when he served you breakfast, even if it was likely you being tired. He’ll have to make sure to add a pinch of salt less next time.

➤ Your right to not consent to sex is preserved… most of the time. Really, Jing Yuan doesn’t want to force you through the terrifying and dehumanizing struggle. He occasionally initiates something, rubs against you a little, maybe throws in some unfair insight on your body reacting, but he stops if he notices if you getting agitated and genuinely uncomfortable. Your pain is his pain; he just chooses to ignore it sometimes. You’re usually in the mood anyway; not only does he know how to manipulate your body he’s familiar with, you also crave the closeness he has chiseled into you.

As “most of the time” suggests, there could be exceptions. Things can change diametrically if your relationship has been turned into a festival of you demanding your freedom back. Dismiss him for too long, undermine his caring efforts for years in a row, keep putting yourself in a risk’s way or even keep escaping, and he’ll snap. You should have adapted and begun appreciating him ages ago, and although he’s lived for centuries and possesses more patience, he feels used — he’ll tell you all about it during the act. Of course, expecting something in return no longer makes love unconditional; yet, it’s not much about being paid back but accepted.

Once he pounces on you, you’ll think you’ve never seen him look so scary before. He has to try his hardest to give you any foreplay whatsoever; size related, but also as a basic readiness of your body. If you struggle and you definitely will, he’ll have no choice but to restrain you so he can actually prep you, as he doesn’t want you harmed. To hesitate with pushing inside when his emotions are flared up, and this move saves you from damage, is a patience and “care” very few would possess in this situation. The pain is inescapable, however — you’re tense and scared, he’s big, and he’s rough. Only after a first orgasm, will it get better. First, as there will be many for all the times he couldn’t have you — and he won’t do this again for a while.

Amidst it all, Jing Yuan still will enjoy to serve you some parody of intimacy — a kiss there, holding you chest to chest, wiping your tears, forehead against forehead as he watches you fall apart, praising you more the less you struggle. Your cries and pleads will be unheard if shushed, but even this, he does with more softness; the juxtaposition leaves you only more confused, as he’s hurting you regardless of that gentle voice. He won’t hide his pleasure either.

Then will come aftercare, where he’s massaging your body and kissing your head, with phrases that are meant to soothe but fail; double entendres, where he states why it had to happen but ultimately they blame you, even if his voice shakes with emotions.

This sort of incident will leave him subsequently guilty as his emotions are finally purged, in hindsight of how broken and scared you looked the entire time. He won't say he’s sorry, as he’d be admitting his history of care is wrong, if he blamed you for rejecting it and tried to protect its continuity; but he will go quiet for a few days after and give you space. Only when you don’t peer is when he allows regret to consume him; unfortunately, this is an ephemeral notion, as he still believes he’s justified somewhere.

➤ Sex with him is mostly gentle and intimate. It’s definite he gets voracious about you a lot, and that might lead to him speeding up his pace; but even then, he holds your hand or keeps praising you.

Taking out his anger or frustration on you physically during sex is something he steers away from (excluding the previously mentioned example), which doesn’t mean you should poke at him. He’ll get mean and not in a fun way; in other words, he’ll leave you hanging.

 ➤ There are moments where he tries to take advantage of your stress. You’re buzzing with negativity, you need some outlet somewhere, it’s painful to not allow yourself to be comfortable with your bodily functions in privacy — that’s a perfect occasion for him to step in and help you. Surprisingly, when he beseeches you to let him do it without anything in return, he actually means it, as he’ll take anything. Using his mouth on you is still somewhat gratifying and allow him to get closer to you, and he assists himself by grinding into the mattress.

You using your mouth on him is greatly appreciated as well; albeit, choke or gag on his big size too hard, and he’ll think he’s hurting you.

➤ His stamina isn’t inexorable, thankfully. He gets sleepy pretty easily, and a lot of the time, one round is be enough; unless it's been a while since you've engaged in this, or there's been something especially appealing about you recently. He’s onto having you maybe every other day; although, he likes to additionally make you cockwarm him when you’re being too petulant.

It’s best to get done with your nightly routine after sex immediately. He falls asleep as soon as he identified you’re clean, were smooched enough, and feel alright, meaning you’re stuck in his arms until morning. It’s a soft aftercare yet a beginning of your nightly contraption.

➤ Jing Yuan is not fond of doing anything that can harm you or gives the impression of brutishness in bed. He won’t do a tableau of things in bed; no more than manhandle you or tease you, maybe deny a little. He doesn’t fully grasp the need to be hurt or roughhoused in intimate moments — in fact, it frightens him, even if you assert it feels pleasurable. He thinks sex ought to evoke feelings of love and bliss, not being hunted. 

However, if you insist on trying out something and express enough enthusiasm for the depiction of it, he might try it out with you. He might even find pleasure in it, either because you are enjoying it or due to it making you more vulnerable, which will let him take care of you more deeply afterward. But, any minor sign of discomfort, any bigger mark on your body, and he’ll cease immediately. He also thinks he’s too old for being your very dominant partner, which reminds him of military or parental discipline rather than making love. He would have seen the appeal of it as a younger man only.

Cradling you in his arms and rocking into you slowly, while you chant his name softly, feels more organic; although, tease him too much, and he might make an exception in showing you leniency.

Final words

Jing Yuan has ample ability to exploit your weaknesses and create codependency; no matter how you resist, it’s sufficient to make you feel overwhelmed and… anxious. Ultimately, even you will sense that he could be correct regarding your safety; or being solitary and without direction will become scarily alien for you. 

Regardless of past dreams where you envisioned someone rescuing you and transforming your circumstances, their realization slowly leads to your downfall. All is incredibly sweet, yet too much sugar will decay teeth as well. 

Submitting to your fate wouldn't be favorable, nor would be escaping it, since you've become unable to live for your own sake. What frightens you the most is the sense that he is somewhat correct – he simply exploits your biggest insecurities to his benefit. You were supposed to find a partner who supports you in standing up back on your feet, but it’s too late – now you can only focus on learning gratitude.

[madamechrissy]

♔ Silent Serenades ♔

♔ An arranged Marriage with Duke Gojo ♔

♔ Pairings: Duke Satoru Gojo x Duchess Reader

♔ Content/Warnings: Explicit sexual content, THE END OMG- lactation kink lowkey lol, highkey a breed kink, reader is a mom, oral (f receiving) spitting (they're still freaks) time skip, Gojo talking shit, fluffy and cute, HAPPY EVER AFTER- sweet and emotional- a lot of closure I hope you enjoy the end!

♔ Word count: this chap: 6k

♔ Summary: you are the diamond of the season, he is the charming Duke, it’s the marriage of the decade. Prominent families joining, and it so happens that Duke Gojo is gorgeous. But, he doesn't want you at all, leaving you a crying mess on your wedding night, alone. Now you're trapped in a loveless arranged marriage that destroys you from within. Royal AU, Cruel Duke Gojo x reader. OOC Set in 1800s England.- dual povs

♔ Part Fifteen ♔ Masterlist ♔ Playlist

Final Chapter- Fire on Fire

Six Years Later

“God, just look at them.” Satoru is murmuring, as you all are hiding in the foyer next to the ballroom just roaring with laughter and music, and he’s got your pretty breasts yanked out of your corset, squishing them and exhaling as they’re dripping milk making you squeak.

“Toru! Here!?” You all are literally in the middle of a masquerade, his mother has two of your children entertained, while your Nan has your youngest baby in the nursery, just a few months old.

Satoru’s silver mask is brushing against your breasts as his tongue laps at the milky liquid, moaning as he drags you close against him. “So sweet my god, you know how much I love this.”

“W-wait till… later… mnh!” Your eyes roll back in your own little glittery silver mask, as he suckles a sore nipple in his mouth, humming as the sweetness rolls into his mouth, and you feel desire shoot through you. In the background you hear the laughter, the music, but it’s drowned by your heart racing.

“Just a little drink, Princess. You’d be so cruel to your husband and deny him his favorite drink?” He pouts at you with his pretty pink lips, you sigh, arching your back and garnering his grin.

“This is how I keep getting with child, will you not give me a break- f-fuck…” He chuckles as he nips at you, shaking his head and sucking your other nipple now, you’re biting at your lower lip, so wet you can’t stand it, how ready you are for him.

“Not my fault you’re so sexy round with me, and your tits are even fucking nicer, god.” He’s sucking at your other breast now, lips latching your nipple, your thigh on his hip as he drags you against his hard body. He’s sucking down more milk, which makes you go insane, hands trembling as you cling to broad shoulders.

“You’re making me too wet, s-stop…” He’s chuckling, slipping up layers and layers of your skirts, fingers finding your clit in little circles, you’re soaking his gloved finger, breaths mingling together.

“Slutty mommy hmm?”

“Oh stop! Mommy!? You’re r-ridiculous.” Satoru’s chuckling now, kissing down your collarbone, biting it, right under the cool metal of your jeweled necklace, you yank at his hair, earning his glare, blue eyes bright and piercing.

“You’re interrupting my meal, Duchess.”

“Duke, you’re being a whore.”

“You love this whore.” He slips two fingers in your slick walls, feeling you clench them now, soaking the long, slender digits and moaning. “Feel her, god she’s so perfect still.”

“Your fingers… so thick I…” You’re whining out, gasping and covering your mouth while he smirks, so pleased. “We can’t do this right here!”

“Why not, let me fuck you in your pretty masquerade mask, while these nipples drip milk, mmm..” You glare right back up at him, when you hear footsteps, he’s just chuckling, pulling you quickly and turning you both, adjusting your top and sucking you right off his fingers. Lewd and obscene.

“You really have to do this to me?” You whisper, he knows what that damn action does to an already addled brain, he bends down and kisses your lips, as passersby see you both, awwing at the loving couple you two make, not the insanity he was pursuing a moment ago.

“Poor duchess, are they leaking now?” His taunt just makes you wetter, damn him.

“You know they are!” You hiss at him, only for him to chuckle, leading you both back out to the floor as you try to compose yourself.

“What’s the point of being a Duke if I can’t fuck my wife everywhere I want to, in my own Castle at that.” He mutters quietly, earning a smack on the shoulder, while you both glide back in and smile at everyone.

“You can do so, later, also the kids-”

“They need another sibling.”

“They do not.” Satoru pouts again, as two of your kids run to you now, a boy and a girl, the boy has Satoru’s shocking white hair but your eyes, and your oldest daughter has his blue eyes and your hair. The youngest baby is just the spitting image of you, which Satoru adores, he loves seeing all the features of you in the children you all have, children he adores.

The wife he adores, brattiness already spreading down the Gojo family line, surely from you he thinks, as he watches your eyes light up even behind your mask, your pretty grin. Your son runs to you, as your daughter runs to Satoru, hugging each of you, you bend down and pick him up, as Satoru picks her up, planting little kisses on their cheeks. Satoru’s mom smiles at you both, how adorable you are.

“Mama, Mama can we please stay up!” You giggle, shaking your head at him.

“I’m sorry, but bedtime is bedtime, handsome boy.”

“Papa!” Your daughter cooes at Satoru, he pouts now, looking at you and pulling her close.

“Bedtime, little princess.” You order, Satoru sighs.

“Mama is cruel I’m afraid.”

“Excuse me! I am not cruel. You need your rest, hmm my sweet girl?” She sighs, pouting so cutely.

“Can we watch Mama and Papa dance?” Your daughter asks, and you smile as you nuzzle her cheek.

“If Mama wants to.” Satoru says, ever so gallant as he makes a show of bowing to you after he puts your son down, and your kids eyes light up as they watch the two of you, their own masks on their cute little faces.

“I’d love to, Duke Gojo.” You tease with a wink, placing your hand in his as he leads you out to the waltz, hand on your hip as he turns in effortless circles, no one is even dancing they’re all just watching the two of you.

It is your masquerade, after all.

From the corner of your eyes you see Suguru and Shoko, watching you both with knowing smiles, and several of your other friends, lords and ladies all around you, but everything fades but him. Even from your first dance, back when you were strangers and enemies, the way his hand slips up your waist, you remember it all, vividly, like it was a lifetime ago.

But even then you knew, you knew there was something there, when he’d whispered angrily how beautiful you were, and you couldn’t believe him, you hurt him, and he hurt you. It feels so foreign and wrong to imagine hurting each other, not now that you two have built so much, every moment you breathe is just full of love for him, for your children.

He smiles down at you, so charming, not that glare of the past, and is met with your fluttering lashes and a sweet curve of your lips, not that adorable little fucking scowl you give him sometimes still. Typically when he’s trying to put more babies on you, and you’d probably like a break.

But it’s not Satoru’s fault you’re so pretty pregnant.

That’s so clearly your fault.

Your hand goes to his shoulder, over the silk brocade of his cravat, brushing slowly down as you twirl for the view of every one of the ton. Hardly anyone knows your story, what you’ve been through, and those who know bits of it even would never truly believe what you were like.

How could two black holes converge and not destroy each other?

Somehow you both had made it through.

“You’re the prettiest woman in this ballroom.” You’re flushing now, he can see it under the glimmer of the chandeliers, while he’s got you pressed firmly against him, a hand holding yours while you dance a dance you’ve both done so many times. Flawless steps, even when he has your tummy clenching in desire.

“You’re the prettiest man in London. And the sluttiest.” He smirks, as he dips you over his arm now.

“Oh, you’re the sluttiest brat in all of England.”

“Me!?” You demand, seeing mirth in his gaze behind that mask.

“You.” You’re both laughing, as no one can hear just how audacious and scandalous your conversation is.

“I think you have the title of sluttiest man in history!” You tease in a hushed whisper in his ear, and he moans softly, pulling you closer.

“More than Henry the eighth!?”

“More than him, you just don’t chop off heads.”

“You brat!” You’re so flushed from the dance, from your mirth, looking every bit the glittering diamond he met so long ago. “I’ll punish you for that.”

“Let’s see what you come up with, Duke.” Satoru sighs, aching to smack your pretty backside when he slowly ends the dance, your hands joined as everyone around you claps.

“Now it’s time for me to bed my Princess.” He whispers, feeling your skin heat up as his breath ghosts the shell of your ear, his cheek pressing yours.

“The children first.”

“Psh, why do we have all these nannies if-”

“Ah-ah, don’t be so spoiled, Duke.” He huffs, when soon the two of you are bidding your farewells for just a bit, though the two of you never end up coming back down to your own events, and you suppose everyone knows better by now.

It was not ‘normal’ for a Duke and Duchess to put their own children to bed, but you and Satoru were far from ‘normal’ or typical. People all smile as the four of you pass by, as the two of you hold your children in your arms, walking them up the stairs, your daughter already is falling fast asleep against Satoru’s chest, and your son is fighting it, all fussy.

“Don’t want to sleep, hmm? Too much excitement?” You ask softly, Satoru loves how soft your voice gets with your children.

He loves hearing you sing to them at night.

He loves being a parent next to you, so devoted, you just enjoy them so much, he supposes that’s one of the reasons he just can’t stop getting you with child. You are laying your son down, brushing his silky locks and smiling as he reaches for you with his little hands, as Satoru kisses his daughter on her forehead, tucking them both snug in their pretty room.

Intricate, huge and elaborate, it also had little touches of the Duke and Duchess strewn throughout it. A pair of your gloves on the dresser next to the stuffed animal you loved as a child sitting on the dresser, Satoru’s glasses next to that along with his favorite book that he’d read to them. It’s full of love despite just how huge it is, compared to their delicate little beds with their white canopies.

“But mama, tell me a story!” Your daughter says now, you laugh softly, coming over to sit next to her, the bed gently dipping just a bit, your gowns flowing in flounces so glittery, the moonlight capturing it so beautifully, as Satoru studies you, the soft slope of your shoulder bare in the night.

He remembers just when your first baby came, his lips twitching with amusement just a bit.

‘Suguru, it sounds like she’s dying!?’ Satoru was pacing back and forth, in long strides, hands yanking at his messy white hair, Suguru himself grimaces, taking a shot of whiskey as your screams echo through the hall.

‘Shoko is with her, and your mother… she’ll be…’

‘This big head is your fault, Satoru Gojo! I swear to god!’

Suguru snorts in laughter, as Satoru downs a shot himself, and King Sukuna walks past them, shaking his head. ‘I’ll never have a fucking heir if this is what happens to the girl, shit.’

Satoru scowls at him. ‘I still hate you.’

Sukuna grins at him widely. ‘Oh I bet you do, but I think she probably hates you more now.’

‘Knock me out with something, dear god!’ Satoru himself chuckles just a bit, shaking his head.

‘That’s my Duchess for you’

“Once a Prince lived in a very beautiful castle, and he was quite brooding,” Satoru hears your soft words now, brushing his son's hair back as he sits next to him, and the two of them watch you. “And a Princess was set to wed him from another land, well she was pretty… fiery.”

You smile at him, and his heart catches in his chest, god how much he adores you, how much you’ve both grown these past six years. The love grows so much for each other and your children. Sometimes it’s hard to breathe, when your eyes meet across your children’s room in the night, and the two of your memories are in sync, that day in the village.

The day he fell fully in love with you, the day you let yourself feel something finally, the day that changed the trajectory forever.

“They argued quite a bit at first, they were both so very stubborn, they surely thought they didn’t love each other. Foolish young royals, you know.” Satoru smiles, as you recall it all, him holding you so close, dancing in front of children, the little girl wearing your tiara.

You get misty eyed as Satoru speaks. “They were very foolish.”

“You know the story Papa?” Your daughter asks, Satoru gives her a nod then, blue eyes glinting in the dark room, as the sounds of the ball below barely penetrate the cozy room, just an echo of music and footsteps.

“I know it well, the Prince went to the village with the Princess one day, to see their subjects, and he found her putting her own crown on a little girl.”

“Aww, she seems so sweet!” Your daughter giggles out, and you feel your cheeks heat as Satoru grins.

“She was fiery indeed, but sweet deep inside. Quite like a truffle.”

“A truffle!?” He’s winking at you as you roll your eyes with a smile. “I suppose he was like a truffle as well.”

“Surely he was not!” Satoru’s lips set in a terse line, only spurring on your amusement.

“He was. The prince was so conceited, he thought the whole world was in love with him.” Satoru rolls his eyes now, earning your sassy little grin that lights up his fucking heart.

How could two that went through so much find such happiness?

Every day seems more and more like a dream, every day he stands by your side and holds you in his arms.

You’re a dream.

He’s your dream.

“I suppose many were in love with him, but he was quite annoying about it. But then, the Princess saw something different about him, when he asked her to dance, in the middle of the village! With so many looking on.”

“How romantic!” Satoru grins at his daughter’s wistful words, even at six she’s quite the little dreamer. You also feel yourself melt as you watch her lashes lower, and your son is already snoring lightly.

“He didn’t make it through the story.” Satoru teases, now the two of you sit next to your oldest, as she reaches her hands out, and you each hold them.

“Finish the story, mama!”

“Of course, baby.” You hold Satoru’s hand in your other grip, one with her teeny hand, one his huge warm one, feeling so complete then. “The Princess saw his heart that he hid away so well, and she fell in love with him, as they danced for all the little children to cheer.”

“Did he love her too?” She asks, her hand squeezing the two of yours, and you both look at each other.

“He loved her too, very much. He saw her beauty was not just on the outside, but the inside too.” Satoru’s words make you melt, when you both look at your pretty daughter smiling softly.

“Inner beauty is the most important thing. Though it doesn’t hurt, you are the most beautiful girl there is, you and your sister.” You say then, kissing her cheek, and she giggles.

“So are you mama!” She declares, and Satoru nods.

“So is Mama.”

“Oh, you two.” You kiss her one more time, tucking her in firmly now. “That’s enough for tonight, hmm?”

“Did they live happily ever after!?” She asks, eyes wide again, and you feel Satoru’s hand on the small of your back as the two of you stand.

“They did, very happy, and so was all of the land.”

“Yay!”

You both grin at her. “Good night sweet girl.” You kiss your son’s forehead as well, shutting the door softly behind you both. “A truffle huh?”

“A truffle. With hazelnuts that cut your mouth up.”

“You!” You shove at him and he laughs softly, cupping your face now, every time Satoru touches you feels like the first time, your body never stops responding with a madness.

“Shh, let me guess, checking on the baby? Before you let me put another inside you?” His husky declaration damn near ends your resolve, his hand on your tummy, still not quite flat after your third baby, but Satoru seems to enjoy your body more and more with each one.

“You let me focus, Sir.” You peck a kiss on his chin, heading down the halls with him next to you, until you’re in the nursery, peeking to see your sleeping baby.

“Good, saw them, let’s make more.”

“A moment, Satoru, shh!” Your glare is met with his hungry gaze.

“God you’re sexy when you’re angry.”

“Oh you do go on.” You step quietly into the room, holding up your skirts, seeing the beautiful mix of the two of you swaddled and sleeping peacefully. Your face lights up as you look down at her, and remember the look on Satoru’s face with your first baby.

‘Oh my god…’ Satoru’s walking in now, as you’re a sweaty mess, you’ve screamed so much you’re sure you traumatized everyone there, but it’s all worth it when you see Satoru holding her.

Your daughter.

‘A little girl, look at her. She’s beautiful.’ You whisper, exhausted when he sits next to you, and everyone leaves the chamber, to give you some privacy.

‘Like her mother.’ You’re crying when he kisses you, and tears fill his eyes, as he holds the sweet little baby against his chest. ‘I love you, sweet girl.’

‘I didn’t know my heart could be so full.’ You say softly, as Satoru hands your baby back to you, and you hold her tightly, as she opens her eyes, and you smile when Satoru sees it.

‘My eyes.’

‘Your eyes.’

‘You scared the entire castle, you know.’ You laugh, wincing then at the pain, and Satoru’s eyes grow concerned.

‘I’m just sore. Look, she’s hungry.’

‘I’ll get the wet nurse-’

‘Absolutely not.’ You sit up with his help now, and he’s watching enamored as you place the baby to your breast, and she latches after a few tries, sucking happily, making his body warm with how sweet of a sight it is.

‘A pro like her Papa.’

‘Oh god, Satoru!’

You’re now in Duke Gojo’s arms, when he holds you close, and you both study your youngest daughter in her sleep. “You get prettier with each one.”

“You’re sweet to say so.”

He scoffs. “When am I sweet?”

“Often, little truffle.”

“Psh.” He picks you up in his arms, bridal style, the way he wished he had that first night with you, but he does it almost every night now, while you all close the door, and the nannies smile at the two of you when you pass by.

You bury your face against his chest as he carries you, inhaling the familiar scent of the man you love. “You spoil me.”

“I do indeed, bratty Duchess.” You’re smiling as you kiss up his neck, and he holds you tighter, sweet little moan from his throat. “Tease.”

“Mmmhmm.” Soon he’s got you to your chambers, shutting the door behind you and letting you down, shocking you as he spins you, kissing down the nape of your neck, his masquerade mask brushing against your skin, when he unties yours by the ribbon, letting it fall to the ground.

“Fuck I need you, Princess.” You’re trembling when the corset is untied, when his fingers brush against the indentations on your precious skin. “I hate when you wear them.”

“It’s only for this gown, silly man.” You look behind your shoulder, when your silvery glittery gown falls and flounces around your ankles, and you’re left bare aside from those stockings he loves on you.

“No one could look this good in these.” You’re blushing as he picks you up right out of the dress in pieces on your floor, turning you and picking you up in his arms.

“I want to see you, Satoru, please.” He’s eagerly helping you shrug off his jacket as he lays you on the bed, you’re so eager his buttons pop, earning him smacking at your hand. “Excuse me!”

“This is an expensive shirt you brat. My favorite, so cock thirsty?”

“You’re such a-” He shuts you up with an eager kiss, and you can’t stop the whine that leaves your throat, as he grinds his cock against your heat, feeling you over his breeches.

“Slutty cunt is so ready to be filled by me.” His filthy words just excite you more.

If there’s one thing you and Duke Gojo know how to do, It’s fuck.

He’s biting your lips, squishing a sore breast, as you’re tugging desperately to bare his chest to you, exhaling when you feel his muscles with your finger tips, his abdomen tensing as his cock presses even harder. “Need you.” Your words nearly end him then and there.

“I need you.” You’ve got him almost naked, when he’s easing your stockings and slippers off your legs, kissing down your thighs fervently as he does, eyeing your body as hungrily as he did the first time. “God you’re so sexy for me.”

“Satoru… please…”

“Begging?” He raises a brow and grins, and you just nod, jerking as his breath brushes your clit, when his two fingers have your cunt spread wide. “I love when you beg f’me, god look at this little clit, she wants me to kiss her hmm?”

“Yes, yes - f-fuck!” He’s got his mouth on you now, you feel his teeth, his tongue, the plush of his lips, when he teases your poor little clit, twitching for his attention as he pulls back.

“Look at her, pretty little cunt so wet.” He’s watching arousal just pool out of your soppy little hole while he’s sucking it all up, drinking you loud and lewd, echoing in your room.

“Mnh!” You’re screaming out, thanking the world you have an entire castle to do just that, though you’re sure the maids and butlers perhaps get a kick out of the two of you, you’re sure it couldn’t reach the halls too far.

Satoru loves how you scream, how you’re yanking his white hair at the fucking roots, grinding your cunt so desperately on his face. He’s gripping your hips, wider and sexier from your babies, just making him ache to put more inside your tummy, pressing his cock against the mattress, dying to be inside you. But moreso aching to drink all the cum from your cunt.

“That’s it, let go, I feel it.” He’s pressing down on your stomach, slipping two fingers inside, watching you unravel, tits jiggling just so, full of milk he can’t wait to drink more of, when he’s done sipping you. “Cunt is soaking these sheets, huh? You’re a messy little slut f’me, aren’t you?”

“Slutty f-for you…” Is all you can answer back, as he crooks long fingers too deep in your entrance, and your walls are spasming around his fingers. “Satoru!”

“That’s it, feel me don’t you?” He’s pressing harder as he crooks fingers up on that spot, and you’re shattering, orgasm washing over you, which he laps up off his fingers, tongue then shoving inside you hungrily, desperate to drink every bit of his Duchess up.

“Please, fuck me god Toru, your cock in me please!” He’d smirk usually, but he’s got you pulling at his hair, and the plush of your thighs on either side of his head.

“Not done yet.” He’s flicking his tongue again on your engorged clit, so tiny and swollen, he grins psychotically as you’re jerking, twitching, shaking.

“Too much ngh!”

“You know you can take it, shh brat.” He flicks his tongue once more, overstimulating the little clit as he loves to, knocking you into another orgasm that blinds you completely, you’re sputtering for air when he finally relents, slipping up your body, hot thick cock finally against your inner thigh. “Can’t think? Can’t function?”

“Mnh…” You can’t argue with his sarcastic, cocky self when you cannot, in fact, function or think.

“You're gonna take this cock so good, aren’t you Princess…” You’re gulping when he shoves his cock in your entrance, moaning as you wrap his tip, pushing past that tight ring of muscles. “Still so tight, how?”

“Ngh…” He’s grinning at your lack of words, watching your eyes roll back as he sinks even deeper in your snug, soaking wet little hole.

“My duchess only shuts up when my cock stuffs her full.” He taunts, shoving in so deep he’s stuffing you indeed, your pussy tries to accommodate, to stretch, as your nails press into his skin, and you’re whimpering, walls gripping his cock so good he almost cums then and there. “Fuck…”

“You talk too much, Satoru- shit!”

“You cuss too much, mnh…” His turn to whimper, as he pauses, looking down at your face, glowing softly by the candles flickering next to the bed, inhaling your scent when he bends over you. “Let me drink more.”

“You’re insane.” You’re yanking his head down, however, when he’s sipping the sweet white liquid just pouring out of your pretty nipples, and moaning as it fills his mouth. “You’re greedy t-tonight…”

“You love it too.” He’s eyeing you, and it’s true, it feels so fucking good, his cock stretching your soaking walls while they flutter, and he’s sucking your nipples so hard in his hot mouth.

“Ah!” You’re cumming as he drinks milk spurting out, his big hands taking you over while he pulls you further down on his length. “Satoru!”

“Mmm… that’s it, Princess. Milking me while I’m milking you.”

“You’re… fucking crazy I swear…” He’s grinning as he turns to your other breast, sucking the sore peak into his mouth, while you’re trying not to pass out from how much pleasure he’s ripping from your body. “I l-love you.”

He pauses then, teeth grazing your peak before he leans back up, cupping your face gently for a moment. “I love you.”

You two kiss, desperate, while he fucks slow and leisurely for a few, letting you feel every single inch of him, so many you never get used to it, even after years of fucking this man every day. The only time he leaves her alone is the month after the children are born, but he’s not even good at waiting long. 

Not like you want him to wait.

You’re cumming all over his cock again, when you see it, the shift of madness your husband does, when he goes feral inside of you, hands gripping harder, cock drilling your cunt harder, kisses deepening. He pulls back, as your hands are clinging to his strong biceps, thumbs brushing against the muscles that tense, before he pulls back, eyes glowing blue.

“Going to put ten fucking babies inside you.” He’s lost it now, truly he has, his eyes flashing, the man who never wanted babies wants some army!?

“No not t-ten you… psycho m-man…”

“Aw, can’t talk, so pathetic, Princess.” You’d scowl but he’s got you folded in half, in ways you didn’t know he could still after all your babies, but he manages to do just that. “You know you want it, huh pretty?”

“F-fuck off I don’t I… ah, there, fuck!” He’s smirking like the little shit he is while he fucks all sense out of you, as he always manages to.

“You love it.” He whispers, taunting you as his cock is hitting your cervix, his precum drooling as it drags that spot in your walls. “Say it.”

“I love it- mmm!” He’s grinning that psychotic grin again, eyes flashing as he folds you completely under him, his heavy weight on you making the bed creak, the heavy wood headboard somehow slamming those burgundy and gold walls, only Satoru Gojo can make heavy old wood slam.

“That’s it, look at you, ready for it, aren’t you? All my seed inside you?” You nod, helpless, but he’s not close to done, not when he murmurs - ‘open’ - and he’s spitting right in your mouth, a hand gripping your throat. “That’s it, still so slutty, my pretty whore, aren’t you?”

“Yours, yours…” You’re lost as he squeezes your throat, as you swallow his spit, and he drowns you with his everything, cock, hands, tongue slipping in your mouth and possessing it.

“Lemme feel it, c’mon Princess.” He’s lost himself now, crying out as he moves, pumping in and out of your loud, slutty cunt, as you struggle to take him. “Beg for it, for another baby in you.”

“God… you’ve gone m-mad…” He’s just kissing you again, slamming his cock so deep, swallowing up your scream.

“Beg.”

“Fuck you.”

“Ah-ah.” He’s choking harder, the game you both play, the push and pull of the two of you, while you swallow each other whole, like the black holes you’ve always been, just craving each other’s light with every kiss, every breath, every stroke of his cock inside you. “Beg.”

“M-make me.” He’s chuckling, but his cock is twitching, you feel too fucking good, when don’t you? He’s never been able to get enough, and he never will. 

“Make you? You can still speak, Duchess?” He pulls back, slamming his cock too deep and too hard, groaning as he feels himself pulse, ready to fill you to the brim, his hands bruising on the backs of your thighs. “Beg me now, to make you a mommy again.”

“Mnh… one more.” He’s lost now, pulling back and cumming so deep inside you, so much it’s pouring all around his length, as he cries out against your lips, and you drink each other’s whines, clinging to each other in the night, your bed a huge rumpled mess beneath you.

“One more, hmm?” He asks, breathless, and you’re giggling now, the sound shattering his heart, as it always has, he brushes your now messy hair back, as he eases out, exhaling when he sees that mess he’s made, taking his cock and jerking it more, letting cum pour on your tummy. “Messy girl.”

“You’re messy!” He’s just exhaling at how pretty his cum looks, kissing you once more, fingers brushing between your folds, making you jerk. “Sore, it’s been a while since we…”

“Since I folded you in half?” He asks with a brow, enjoying your flushed cheeks, glittery eyes.

“That.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll do it until we fill you up again.” He’s kissing your tummy, lapping along a mark left from one of your babies, you can’t keep track, swiping up his own cum along with the sweat from your skin.

“Could you not give me a few months this time?” You’re asking later on, when he’s got you in the hot copper tub, you both can hear the masquerade going on, but you’re having quite the party with just the two of you.

“It’s not my fault you’re delectable pregnant. That’s all you.”

“You’re too much, Duke.” You stick out your tongue, gasping as he pinches sore nipples, hungry eyes feasting on the milk that releases. “No more!”

“You’re a cruel, evil Duchess.”

“Me!? Says you.”

“C’mere, bratty Princess.” He’s got you turned now, water sloshing around your bodies as your breaths mingle, and he’s brushing your hair back gently, as your arms wrap around his neck, and you study him, carefully. “What is on that mind of yours, I see those brows knitting together.” He touches them thoughtfully.

“Just thinking. Satoru, do you ever wish… we weren’t so stupid?” He frowns a bit at that.

“You mean do I wish I wasn’t terrible?” You sigh, shaking your head.

“No, not that, we both were. Do you wish we… met at a different time, a different life perhaps, one where we didn’t… royally fuck it up so badly at first?” Satoru’s hand drips with rivulets of water when he cups your face, blue eyes swirling with emotions, droplets falling off his wet lashes.

“No, because I’ll meet you in every life, and always find you.” You choke up in tears then, falling and leaving little drops against the bath, your thighs are on either side of his, your hands cupping his face.

“I will always find you, in any life. I love you, my Duke.” He’s tearing up himself, with his pretty Princess in his arms, it feels like some dream.

“I love you, my Duchess.” Your lips pressed together, and the two of you fall again, with every kiss, with every moment, the past long, long gone.

You would find each other in any life, in any timeline, you know in your heart and soul, this is where you belong, when he looks up at you with those eyes, the ones that have always seen you, even when you didn’t see yourself. And he knows, when he tastes your tears against the sweetness of your lips, and feels you so eager for him again.

You all will always love each other.

It’s burning, it’s insanity, it doesn’t dull over the years, it only gets better, when he’s inside you again, and kissing those full breasts, lapping up more of you, and you’re screaming out his name, echoing in the chamber. “Ten babies.”

You laugh softly, but it turns into a cry when he slams your cervix, smirking up at you. “No!”

“Nine.”

“No- ah! Fuck it… Four.”

“Four it is.” You’re laughing as you kiss, before he cums so deep inside of you, murmuring in your ear - ‘Ten’.

The End

A/N LONG ONE- I've never been more invested in one of my stories, and this is BY FAR the longest, at over 150k words. I can't believe what a journey I had. The Duchess is as close to a self insert as I'll get, so this one means a lot to me. It may not have all the likes of some of my new works (difficult subject and angsty lol) but I am truly proud of how I wrote it. I know cheating is a rough subject, but remember that THEY did not choose to be together, they were forced. It doesn't make their actions right, and it's okay if you hated Duke Gojo, or the Duchess, or even Nanami, it's okay if you felt mad or upset at them, because that's being HUMAN. They're not perfect, but the Duke and Duchess are perfect for each other. The angst was heavy, and the emotions were as well, but I truly hope you enjoyed their journey and the deep love they do share despite it all. Sorry for this long, long rambling note, but this story meant a lot to me. I love all of you who followed it from the beginning or just are finding it, and understand what I meant to do here.

Another A/N- if you want to know, their reincarnations are Fratboi Gojo and Sorority reader in Took you Like a Shot aha. That's their much happier versions still lowkey/highkey hating each other, but much less toxicc!

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Buy me a glass of wine (KoFI) - General Masterlist

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Hmmm this is dough again - You trapped in close quarters with PV as his most loyal knight as you are protecting him from an assassination attempt from mysterious hooded figures.

Dragging him out of the Vanilla Kingdom as fast as you can and getting very far into the shrubbery and trees until you both fall into a hole in the ground. Landing right on top of him. You both seem to be safe for the time being as the footsteps faded a few minutes ago. You warn him to stay quiet and vigilant and you'll find a way out of this as your limbs are tangled together, right into his sensitive ear.

He, is blushing and stuttering from the proximity. But you are unaware of this and claustrophobic, jostling around trying to climb out, hitting some spots of his that made him need to cover his mouth, mortified.

DO WITH THIS WHAT YOU WILL POOKIE

DOUGH AAAAAAAAAAA

I am so feral over this you have no idea, I feel like a dog that was just given its favorite chew toy <3

sorry in advance if this isn’t that good, this took me all day (i haven’t written anything since 2020-2021)

Additional tags: assassination attempt (not detailed), king/knight dynamic, pv has naughty thoughts, pv loves them possessive, knight!reader is a tad oblivious to pv’s feelings/their own sex appeal, might be a little ooc (sorry)

Ship: Pure Vanilla x Knight!Reader

⚠️ MINORS DO NOT READ ⚠️

I imagine that he has been pining for a while, his mind drifting to you and your loyal, endearing mannerisms as his hands reach to pathetically grope and tease himself when he can’t seem to find sleep late at night. It’s appalling to him! How could he possibly imagine you, his most virtuous and faithful knight, in ways that are so explicit he can’t even bear to utter a word of it to anyone? Not even to his closest friends? He’s absolutely ashamed, vowing to never allow himself to take advantage of you like that in any lifetime.

It doesn’t help his situation when he’s suddenly attacked by a group of cloaked assassins, blades sharpened and ready to take down the monarch of the Vanilla Kingdom. But there you are, ever his knight in shining Vanillian armor, longsword in hand as you start defending your king like it’s your life’s greatest purpose.

Your king.

Pure Vanilla shudders at the thought of you claiming him as your own, the vision of your enchanting eyes peering down at him as your lithe fingers circle his soul-jam before trailing further down his trembling body…

Get ahold of yourself, Pure Vanilla!

It reaches a point in battle where too many of the enemies seem to be regaining their strength at concerning speeds, forcing you to take hold of his hand and rush through the streets of the Vanilla Kingdom. Some other knights, that had jumped into action earlier to help you, continue fighting them off to prevent them from chasing after the two of you, but it seems like a few had managed to break free and rush after you.

Heading into the forest in the hopes of losing them, you dodge and weave through the plentiful trees and shrubs until your escape comes to an end. A trap hole that had been disguised by a thick, leafy cover was the unfortunate barrier as Pure Vanilla slips in and tumbles down; bringing you with. One of your arms shoot down and wrap around his waist as the other reaches for the wall in an attempt to dig your fingers into the dirt and slow your fall, which works to a certain degree as you two land a bit softer than he had imagined.

He manages to let out a groan before your hand quickly covers his mouth, effectively silencing any more noises of pain. His eyes widen as he watches you lean your head down, feeling your breath gently brush against his cheek.

“Silence, m’lord. Wait for them to leave,” your whisper caresses his ear and sends a shockwave down his back. He nods obediently and the two of you wait patiently, hearing footsteps close to your area but never coming near the hidden hole. A few minutes pass before you hear the assassins’ footsteps again, this time retreating further into the woods in an attempt to find their target.

You’re in the clear. You let out a sigh of relief, glad to have lost the bastards while Pure Vanilla is preoccupied with the startling realization of the position you have landed in.

“They’re gone, thank the witches.” You glance down at the king with a grimace, “My apologies. This is such a tight space, I shall try to figure a way out of here soon, m’lord.”

“I-It’s alright, you’re not hurt, are you?” His throat feels horribly dry as he struggles to look you in the eyes, all of his nighttime thoughts coming in to burrow further in his mind. You have one leg over his hip while the other rests slightly under his thigh with your crotches grazing each other, though he’s not sure if you don’t care or if you don’t notice because you seem unbothered by your position.

“I should be asking you that, my liege. It is unfortunate that you ended up falling first,” you shift your hips a bit and a zing of pleasure has him digging his nails into the dirt beneath him.

“Hmm? Why’s that?” Your eyebrows seem to furrow at his words while Pure Vanilla’s vision swims, it takes a good portion of his willpower to not buck up against your pleasant heat.

“I am a bit armored, sir. The landing would’ve been far less painful for me than it was for you,” a look of concern crosses your features. “Did you hit your head? You look quite dazed, m’lord.”

“I-I’m fine, just a little frazzled from all that transpired.” He feels guilty for being a tad bit untruthful, a nagging sensation gripping his brain and soul jam, but there is no way he could tell you just how badly he wanted to tear you apart right now. How he wanted to feel your thighs tighten around the sides of his head as you ride his face, your juices messily smeared down his chin and cheeks. Or, witches forbid, how he needed to feel you cream around his cock as you whine out your devotion to him.

“I’ll have the palace doctors check on you once we get back just to be sure, you’re looking flushed. Intensely so,” you take your glove off and press the back of your hand against the side of his face before recoiling in shock. “You’re scorching! I’ll have to be quick, just sit tight, your highness.”

He nods his head as he watches you pull your glove back on before getting to work trying to untangle your limbs, your hips moving occasionally as you test which position would free you both. This feels like a test of sanity to him, every movement has you practically grinding yourself against him and he swears you are doing it on purpose. Yet the focused expression on your face says otherwise, your intentions are purely to try and crawl out of this witch forsaken hole.

One particular shift of your leg has him biting his tongue HARD in order to shut down the whimper that begs to be let loose, his brain screaming that he needs to be out of this dirt coffin already or else he’s going to cum in his pants.

“I know this can’t be too comfortable, my liege.” You give him an empathetic smile, “If any of my movements are causing you harm please let me know.” Fuck, why do you have to speak to him in such a tender tone? He flashes you a smile of his own, though at this moment he feels like a monster baring its teeth at innocent prey.

“I am just grateful I had you with me. Your skills have aided me more times than I can count,” he can’t help but notice the way you seem to beam proudly at his statement.

“Of course! Because my oath I took those years ago will always remain true: I will fight until my dying breath to keep my king safe!”

Oh fuck.