#prompt collab

[emacrow]

When John Constantine died, he didn't think his last deal actually saved his soul.

Especially with a enormous room full of Gods, Demons, Faes and other being he swindled his soul with.

He didn't expect that deal with the Ghost King in the infinite realm for beating darkseid accidentally contaimnented his poor excused piece soul with ectoplasm to morph into a halfa when he died doing what he never thought he do last.

Save a kid from an illegal ectoplasm extraction from what would've cause the future to end later on.

The next thing he knows, he is in a giant room with all the entity he swindled, sitting on a red plush pillow. Feeling smaller than ever, looking at his tiny tanned pudgy baby hands before a loud whined was heard.

"Fuckin Infinite king got him."

"Yeah, fuck that, I'm not fighting the infinite king after what he did to Chaos last time. He can keep Constantine's stinky soul."

John could only stare in amazement and some twisted sense of shock as one by one, more and more entities were leaving the room, giving up their own contracts, some cursing or grumbling under their voices, even the one who swear she'll get him, could only gritted her teeth, and throw a cursing tantrum before throwing her own contracts on the floor before walking out the room.

Leaving John alone, sitting on a plush pillow with the main person who has caused all this..

Danny Phantom, who was sitting down, relaxed in mid-air, playing with a miniature newborn galaxy like it was a playdoh. White hair full of stars constellations as braids holder, face covered in stardust with a smug grin on his face.

"Why..?" John could only say softly. After all the trouble he cause with the infinite realm high king, he didn't expect this.

"You'd grown on me after accepting that deal to take out the ecto-acts, and seeing your cheese grated soul like that and knowing what going happen after you die. It was the least I could do, plus.." Danny said honestly, waving his hand a bit in gesture.

"Now, there are no excuses that I can't look in your cursed astronomy tower at the house of mysteries!" Danny said with his cheek beaming brightly.

John could only stare blankly for a moment before he started to giggles.. that giggles morphing to a full-blown out crying mixture laugh.

The tiny, purpled hair toddler sobbed like a baby for the first time in years, tears of overjoyed or overly emotional sense of relief that he escaped his own damnant thanks to one deal with a scrawny teen in a outhouse diner 3 years ago.

Hell, being turned into a 3 year old toddler halfa was a better thought than he had in mind, even at the expense of no alcohol for the next 14-18 years would be worth it.

Part 2 -> here

[ghostbsuter]

Honestly, when bart came back to the past for his mission, he didn't expect to see one of his friends he left behind.

So excuse him for standing still and gaping like an idiot at the clearly looking teenager on his phone.

"Danny?!"

At the call, the stranger– his bestie— looked up.

"Bart!"

It is his friend.

The same black haired, too blue eyed teen with baby fat clinging to his cheeks, the same way his hair appears white and eyes green when unfocused and not paying attention.

Holy shit.

"How are you in the 21st century?!?!"

The boy merely blinks, looks down on his phone, and then looks up again.

"I should be asking you that! How are you here??"

"Timetravel duh! What's your excuse?!"

"I'm immortal???"

(It's similar to the spiderman meme, truly.)

(Bart is slightly glad none of his teammates or mentor or family members are here.)

—

It became somewhat of a game for them.

Everytime the speedster appeared in a different year, hell even universe for the kicks, the first thing he does is search for Danny.

(The teen is there, each time.)

And every time he succeeded, Danny helps him with the problem, or slightly nudges him to the path really.

(Each time bart worries less for the time stream and disturbances, his friend seems to be outside of it to truly bring harm.)

(And if he meets Clockwork along the way, that's a secret between them. And the part where he gets hired for the similar stuff danny gets sent to the past.)

(For them it's a casual Wednesday. So what if they just saved an entire planet? Its nothing big!)

—

Bart should have thought more over the decision to help the literal being of time itself.

Considering he is currently seated on a chair, Barry, Wally and dozen of other heroes (including his team standing behind him in an effort to show their support.) With demands of an explanation.

Damn it danny, why did you let those in the 13th century paint a portrait of them!!!

And the apparent ancient Egyptian art of them too?? In a museum??

What the hell danny!!! Way to throw him under the bus!!

[simplygojo]

Another Speeding Ticket

Author's Note: Hey y'all, tysm for all the love n care you've been sending me. I am basically back to normal now, so lets assume our resume Kinktober schedule..haha.

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This kinktober oneshot includes a Kinktober Prompt request, I hope you enjoy ;) I am getting very smutted out, so I unfortubatly will not be able to complete all of your requests! I will try my best, even if I finish them in November, but thank you guys so much for the support!

Pairing: Cop!Nanami x f!reader

Request: This request was by @aurorascorpio, although I slightly altered it. I hope you enjoy :) The request is linked here for any interested <3

I also included a few other anon requests in this fic, so I hope YOU ALL ENJOY!!! (shoutout to 🐜 !!)

Kinks: Spanking, Overstimulation, Edging, Size, Brat Taming, Breeding & Gun Play

Word Count: 2.2K

Kinktober Taglist: @nanamisrighthand @simplyyyuji; @megumisdivinedogs; @lovleyredheadfairy

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, gun play, fingering, spanking, size kink, overstimulation, breeding, brat taming, aggressive sex.

The sound of your engine roaring down the empty highway was almost therapeutic, the thrill of speeding through the night air intoxicating. 

But as soon as the familiar red and blue lights flashed behind you, your heart sank. Not again.

You groaned, already knowing who it was. Every time. It was always him.

You pulled over, slamming your palms on the steering wheel in frustration, and your forehead followed, leaning against it in defeat. 

You didn’t even need to look in the mirror to recognize the tall figure walking toward your car. 

His slow, measured footsteps sent your pulse racing, not in fear, but in a way that made your body heat.

Nanami Kento—your boyfriend—who was also a cop, and didn’t mind giving you speeding tickets despite your relationship.

Blonde hair slicked back, face perfectly composed and stern, his broad shoulders filling out his uniform almost too well. 

You swallowed as he approached, your heart hammering in your chest. This was probably the fifth time he’d pulled you over in the last month alone, and each time, his scolding made you feel like a naughty child being disciplined.

But this time felt different. There was a tension in the air you couldn’t quite place, an edge to his movements, like his patience had finally run dry.

He tapped on your window, and you rolled it down, biting your lip as his sharp eyes locked onto yours.

“Step out of the vehicle, Miss y/l/n,” Nanami’s voice was clipped, no room for argument.

You blinked, your stomach doing nervous flips. "W-wait, is this really necessary? I wasn’t going that fast—"

“You were going twenty-five over the limit. Again,” he said, his tone hard as steel. His gaze pierced through you, making you shrink back. “Step. Out.”

You hesitated but did as he commanded, heart pounding in your chest. 

The night air was cool against your legs as you stood beside your car, your skirt fluttering slightly as you faced him.

Nanami stood tall in front of you, his jaw clenched, looking every bit the no-nonsense cop he always was. 

There was a certain dominance in the way he towered over you, the stiff set of his jaw making your breath hitch. You could practically feel the weight of his authority pressing down on you, making your knees weak.

“I’ve warned you so many times, y/n,” he sighed, his voice lowering as his frustration bled through. “And yet here you are, speeding again. Reckless.”

“I-I’m sorry, really! I swear this is the last time—"

“No. You don’t get to talk your way out of this one,” Nanami cut you off, his tone sharp. 

“You don’t seem to learn your lesson. Maybe I need to teach you a different way.” His eyes darkened, and before you could process what was happening, he grabbed your wrist, spinning you around and pressing your front against the side of your car.

You gasped, heart racing. “Wait—what are you doing?”

“Bend over,” he ordered, voice deep with authority.

Your breath caught in your throat as his hand pressed against your back, forcing you into position. 

You could feel his presence looming behind you, his large frame towering over your bent form. 

The cold metal of his gun on his waist grazed your lower back as his hips pressed into you, and the weight of it sent a shiver through you.

“You’ve been a brat every time I’ve caught you,” he muttered darkly, his hands sliding down your waist, roughly pulling your skirt up to expose your panties. 

“Maybe it’s time I put you in your place.”

The thrill of it all made your thighs clench together, heat pooling between your legs. You squirmed, trying to protest, but he was having none of it.

“Be a good girl, my dear,” he commanded, his voice laced with danger. “Or do I need to use more force?”

You shook your head, biting your lip, already feeling the wetness soaking through your panties. 

“No, sir…”

His large hands roamed over your ass, kneading the flesh before giving it a sharp slap. You yelped, the sting sending a rush of pleasure straight to your core.

“You like that, don’t you?” He growled, landing another smack, harder this time. 

The sound echoed in the quiet night as you gasped, body arching against the car. 

“You act like a brat, and you’ll get treated like one.”

Another slap, then another. 

The rhythm of his spanking had your ass burning, your legs weak. You were dripping, your panties clinging to your slick folds as he continued his punishment.

Without warning, he yanked your panties down, leaving you completely exposed to the night air. 

Your heart raced, both embarrassment and excitement swirling together in a heady mix.

Nanami’s fingers slid between your legs, teasing your entrance before slipping one thick finger inside. 

You moaned, your body instantly responding, grinding back against his hand. The stretch of just one of his fingers was enough to send a surge of heat through your core, your walls clenching around the intrusion, desperate for more.

“So eager,” he muttered, pleased with the way your body reacted to him. 

“My job is to enforce the law, and teach people lessons when they break those laws…” 

He unholstered his gun, the metallic sound making your pulse quicken. 

The cold barrel pressed against your hip as his fingers moved inside you with deliberate slowness, curling against your walls. 

The juxtaposition of pleasure and danger sent a shiver down your spine.

The pressure of the gun against your skin made you gasp, your body arching against the car. 

He wasn’t rough, but the weight of it was enough to remind you who was in control. His thumb brushed against your clit, applying just enough pressure to have you trembling beneath him.

“You don’t learn, do you?” Nanami murmured, his voice deep and steady, even as his fingers slipped deeper, hitting a spot that made your legs weak. 

“I’ve warned you time and time again, and yet here you are, acting like a reckless brat.”

You whimpered, pushing back against him, desperate for more. But Nanami wasn’t having it. 

He withdrew his fingers almost entirely, barely grazing your entrance as you squirmed in frustration.

“Stay still,” he commanded, the gun now resting against your waist as a cold reminder. “You don’t get to decide when you get what you want.”

Your hips moved on their own, seeking the friction he was withholding, the need in your belly tightening like a vice. 

The absence of his touch left a hollow ache, but his control over you kept you teetering on the edge of submission.

Every time you felt yourself climbing toward release, he would slow down, making you gasp in frustration. 

The ache between your legs grew, your need for him becoming desperate, but you couldn’t bring yourself to beg. Not yet.

His fingers slipped back inside, slow and deliberate, rubbing against that sensitive spot that made your legs shake. 

“Look at you,” he muttered darkly. “All that attitude, and now you’re desperate for me.”

You bit your lip, resisting the urge to moan too loudly, your pride still intact despite the torment. 

But Nanami could read you too well, knew how close you were.

“You want to cum, don’t you?” he taunted, his thumb brushing over your clit in maddening circles. “I can feel how badly you need it. How you’re shaking for it.”

“Yes…Yes sir” you whispered, the words slipping from your lips before you could stop it. 

Your pride wavered as the pleasure coursed through you, leaving you trembling against the car.

Nanami hummed in approval, but instead of giving you what you craved, he pressed the gun harder against your skin, reminding you who held all the power. 

His pace slowed again, the edging cruel as your body throbbed with need.

“Have some patience, my dear” he growled, his voice dangerously low. 

His fingers worked you with precision, drawing you to the edge once more, only to pull back, leaving you teetering on the brink.

Nanami’s grip on your waist tightened, the authority in his touch clear as he held you firmly against the cool metal of the car. 

His voice was low, commanding, as he muttered darkly into your ear, “If you don’t learn, maybe I’ll have to give you something to remember. Maybe putting a baby in you will finally get you to listen.”

Your breath hitched at his words, heat pooling between your legs as the weight of his intention sank in.

His fingers left you aching, desperate for more, and before you could respond, Nanami moved swiftly. 

His belt clinked as he unbuckled it, and you felt the heavy press of his cock against your slick entrance.

The size of him alone had you gasping, your body trembling with anticipation.

Without warning, he pushed into you, his cock stretching you wide as he filled you completely in one rough thrust. 

The sensation of him deep inside you made your legs buckle, and you braced yourself against the car, the overwhelming fullness leaving you breathless. 

He was so thick, so impossibly big, that it felt like your body was struggling to take all of him.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Nanami grunted, his voice strained with restraint. His hands roamed your hips, holding you steady as he pulled out only to slam back into you, his pace rough and unrelenting from the start. 

Each thrust pushed you forward against the cool surface of the car, your ass burning from the rough spanking and your body tingling with overstimulation.

“Such a fucking brat,” he growled, landing another sharp slap on your ass that sent a jolt of pleasure straight through you. 

“Maybe this will finally teach you to behave.”

The sharp sting of his hand contrasted with the deep, pounding thrusts of his cock, and you could barely keep yourself together, the combination of pain and pleasure sending you spiralling toward the edge. But Nanami was far from done.

He leaned over you, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, 

“You’re going to take every inch of me, and you’re not going to cum until I say so.” His thumb found your clit again, rubbing tight circles that had you clenching around him, desperate for release.

The pleasure was too much, your body trembling as you felt your orgasm build, but Nanami wasn’t giving you the satisfaction. 

He pulled back slightly, dragging his cock out of you slowly, only to slam back into you with such force that you cried out, your hands scrambling for purchase against the car.

“You think you can just do whatever you want?” Nanami taunted, his hips snapping against yours with punishing force. “Breaking the rules like a spoiled brat? Not anymore.”

His pace quickened, the force of his thrusts driving you closer and closer to the brink, but every time you felt yourself teetering on the edge, he slowed down just enough to keep you from falling over. 

The overstimulation had your body shaking, desperate for release, but Nanami wouldn’t let you have it.

His words sent a shiver through you, the promise of him filling you making your body respond in ways you couldn’t control. 

You wanted it, wanted him to finish inside you, to claim you in every way. The idea of him filling you with his sweet release, of the possibility of it taking, had your thighs clenching with need.

“Please,” you whimpered, your pride shattered as you begged him. “Please, let me cum…”

Nanami chuckled darkly, his hand landing another sharp slap on your ass before he picked up the pace, fucking you hard and deep, his cock hitting spots that made your vision blur. 

Your body tensed, teetering on the edge once again as he fucked you harder, the pleasure overwhelming as he pounded into you. 

His thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing with brutal intensity, and the combination of his size, the stinging spanks, and the threat of being filled finally pushed you over the edge. 

You were practically seeing stars as you felt the familiar sense of pleasure begin to creep up on you.

“Cum for me,” Nanami commanded, his voice sharp as he thrust into you with one final, deep stroke. “Take it all.”

Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, your body shaking as you came hard, your walls clenching around him as you milked his cock. 

The intensity of it had your legs trembling, and you barely registered Nanami’s groan of satisfaction as he followed you over the edge, his cock twitching as he spilled inside you, filling you with his cum.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he said, his voice muffled as he squeezed the skin on your hips tightly, staying buried deep inside you as he emptied himself, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned down. 

“Maybe now you’ll finally listen.”

Your body was spent, your legs weak as you leaned against the car, panting and trembling from the overwhelming pleasure.

Nanami stayed inside you for a moment longer, making sure you felt every bit of him before he finally pulled out, leaving you breathless and full.

[om-adventcalendar]

TEXT VERSION:

Day 1: Lucifer Day 2: Mammon Day 3: Leviathan Day 4: Satan Day 5: Asmodeus Day 6: Beelzebub Day 7: Belphegor Day 8: Barbatos Day 9: Solomon Day 10: Diavolo Day 11: Simeon Day 12: Luke Day 13: Thirteen Day 14: Mephisto Day 15: Raphael Day 16: Michael Day 17: The Little D’s Day 18: Cerberus Day 19: Lilith Day 20: MCs & OCs Day 21: D.D.D. / KARASU AI Day 22: The House of Lamentation Day 23: The Demon Lord’s Castle Day 24: RAD Day 25: The Fall Day 26: The Celestial Realm Day 27: The Sorcerer’s Society Day 28: Sinful Indulgence 🎵 (YouTube link) Day 29: Devil’s Way 🎵 (YouTube link) Day 30: Eternal 🎵 (YouTube link) Day 31: With You 🎵 (YouTube link)

Read more: Event FAQ

[caktoz]

(this is doing numbers on bluesky so im posting it here too)

Your OC has been invited to Bonnie's multiverse podcast, draw them in the empty chair across from her as she introduces them💅🎙️ (smaller version under the cut)

[endereies]

https://www.tumblr.com/airaibunny/738815784309194752/misc-smut-prompts-1-no-underwear-did-you-plan

79 for skater!chris and tomboy!reader but satis is the one telling him to use her thigh 🥰

USE MY THIGH

Skater!Chris having to use Tomboy!Reader's thigh to get himself off

WARNINGS: THIGH RIDING, SUB CHRIS, SLIGHT SPIT KINK, NO P IN V, MALE MASTURBATION?, LEMME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING

"Chris... are you okay over there..?" Your voice softly spoke over the humming of the television, a random show on that neither of you seemed truly interested in. The only thing that really caught your eye was him. He kept shifting in his seat but trying his best and failing to hide it. You placed your phone down by your lap, zeroing in on his behaviour. Teeth gripped the edge of his lip as he adjusted once more - lifting one of his knees close to his chest.

"Hm...? Yeah, fine." It was shaky and told you quite the opposite. Yet, you left it alone just to see how far he'd go until he cracked. Chris was simple like that, very vocal about things whether he meant it or not. It was enjoyable when you knew you were so different - you could drag things out for a while.

His attempts at containing himself only got worse, sighing and glancing over at you repeatedly. A debate whirled in his mind for the next ten minutes. At this point, your phone was the least interesting thing around, the pixels not even registering an ounce in your brain. It was just a cover so you could enjoy his restlessness.

By now you knew what was happening. Despite his greatest efforts, he couldn't hide the imprint of his bulge against his sweatpants. You'd been aware for the last few minutes with a few looks his way. Suddenly, the waiting game became much more enjoyable.

His nervous energy bleed through and now his knee was bouncing every few seconds. He stared deep into the screen feigning interest in the plot line, searching for an escape of his situation.

"Baby..?" Finally, his voice emerged from the corner he was sat in. Tones of desperation snuck through, and a smirk tugged at your lips. You watched as he kept shuffling, his hands joining in the charade.

Now, he was rested by your side, inching as close as he could. The more you watched, the more you noticed his eyes dilate whenever he stared at you - it really was a sight to see. One short move later and his head rested on top of your shoulder, his head tilted up towards you, focused on your lips. "Can I?"

"Hm? Can you what..?" You knew exactly what he meant but letting your voice carry that teasing innocence could lead him on that little longer. His breath exhaled onto your neck, his lips parting before forming a subconscious pout. Whether it was from your coyness or his own pent-up frustration, you couldn't quite tell. Yet it made your mouth water.

Chris's fingers twitched at your hips, caught with the restraint and the need to touch. You could feel the tension radiating off his skin. "Can I have a kiss?" He murmured softly, his eyes pleading.

"You know you just have to ask for these things." You whispered in response, brushing a thumb underneath his jaw before leaning in. Your lips met his, as gently as he asked. He relaxed into the kiss, closing his eyes instantly before reciprocating. When you pulled back to your original position, Chris almost followed, not wanting to let go just yet.

You chuckled under your breath at the way he lingered, lips parted with that needy look plastered over his face. "That helped?"

"A little..." His body betrayed him, still flushed, still tense and very much still hard. He shifted his time, embarrassed he was torn to so little. He tucked himself back into the side of your neck.

You tilted your head slightly to accommodate him. His only response was a muffled groan against your skin. "You're doing this on purpose."

You smirked, holding back a laugh. "Doing what, exactly."

"That look you're giving me, the tone too. Like you know what I really want." He pulled back just enough to glare at you, though it held no real heat.

"Do I?" You looked away from him, not giving him his desired attention whilst you proceeded to turn off the television in the background.

"Stop fucking teasing me.." His body pushed away from yours, sitting idly next to you now. His thumbs twiddled in his lap, his bulge itching to buck slightly.

"I think this is more fun, don't you think?" He smirked against your neck, his hips shifting in their seat. "Mhmm..." He murmured softly, his body going tense. He watched you through half-lidded eyes, realizing you were trying to make him crazy.

"Fuck... stop playing with me.." He breathed heavily, praying for relief of any kind. "Oh? And do what else instead?"

He groaned once more, lolling his head backwards as embarrassment rose to his cheeks. "Let me touch you... please, let me fuck your mouth or something, just quickly please.."

You could see it in his face, hear it in the way he spoke. The way his hands held themselves like he was trying to be respectful and failing miserably.

"You could always...fuck my thigh instead..."

Chris's eyes snapped up to yours, his brain pausing any sensible thought at your suggestion. "You're serious right now?"

He carefully watched as you pretended to flicker through your options. It was torture watching you drag this on for any extra amount of time while he was dying alongside you for any form of friction. His politeness was preventing him from moving his hips in any way. Cute to watch him stutter when you hadn't even done anything.

Once you nod his way, you let the smirk tug freely at the corners of your mouth. "Unless you.. don't want to do anything like you so seem."

Shakes of his head were all you got in return, as quick as he could after you spoke. He uttered a pathetic 'no'.

"Then use my thigh."

The tips of your fingers patted the skin of your thigh where your shorts couldn't reach, enough for his playing field. All he had to do was oblige. And he did.

His belt shortly unbuckled and clattered to the floor alongside the rest of his clothing. All while this happened he mumbled small sentences, as if he was forced to do this. Anything to claim his sense of dominance in this circumstance. He was whiny enough for you to know he hadn't meant it. The way he stumbled to get his boxers off was enough to make you chuckle.

"I'm not making you do anything, sweet boy, just want you to feel good, yeah?"

A tut fell from his lips, his head steering away from your view. Yet, you patted your thigh once more, expecting his full weight to drop down. He was already hard enough for him to begin so you gathered some saliva in your mouth - watching it drip down to your skin. Your fingers dragged it across the surface, prepping it for him. "C'mon, don't get shy now."

Awkwardly straddling your leg, he began to press his weight firmly onto you. With the support of the chairs beneath you, you would last a longer time with him atop you. Enough to lay back and enjoy the view.

Once more, he refused to look at you, only staring down to his dick. The way it merged with your saliva as it lubed up the skin between you two turned him on more than it should've. It was slow at first - his movements - gaining his pace and continuing the action of spreading around the 'lube' you placed.

The warmth of your thigh made him let out a sigh, contentment beginning to flood his senses. The build up was slowly being released and it was all he could ask for. Satisfaction was clear all over his face, the tension leaving him the more he continued.

He felt rather pathetic in this position, completely at your mercy to continue. But he loved it. Having all your focus on him was all he needed this whole time, now that be had it, he was relishing in it. His eyes narrowed, balling into a fist on your shoulder. "Feel like a fuckin' teenager.."

"There we go.. just relax and keep moving baby.." You gently rub his shoulder, initially as a way to settle his nerves but now it had morphed into a way to keep his mind whirling. God, did it work.

You had to admit that it was hot to watch him, all pent up with only his words in his arsenal. Your own stomach twisted with that familiar arousal - sighs leaving your own lips as you practically drooled at him.

"Fuck-" The angle changed slightly, enough to push his tip harder into your skin. His hips stuttered with a quiet groan, noticed quickly by you. You knew him by now, the areas he was most sensitive, the ways to get him riled. So, you pretended to shift yourself under his weight which happened to push directly on the majority on his dick at once. His clenched fist pushed into your shoulder, supported the way he jolted.

When he glared up at you, he was met with your eyes already baring into his. A sign that you knew exactly what you were doing. The contact didn't last long, another press of your body knocked the air out from his chest, forcing his head down to stare at himself.

"You okay there, baby?" Your tone full of teasing guaranteed as reaction. He laughed lowly, pausing for a moment. "Fuck you..."

"You can if you're good enough." Chris just shook his head, trying to focus on the feeling in his stomach that tightened with every small thrust. His own collection of saliva dropped to his dick, regaining the pace he had before. He ignored the way his breathing grew heavier, the way his dick pulsed at any extra movement or jolt.

Your hands reached from his shoulder into his locks of hair, brushing through them at the same speed as his hips. The strands of hair were as smooth as his words. You adored watching him melt into your touch, and now was no different. Subconsciously, his body quickened while his eyes fluttered shut. His head followed the motions of your palm, meeting every touch and grasp. "Feels nice.."

"Mm.. I noticed that, you feeling good there?" The nod that followed was almost nonexistent, just enough to let you know how he felt. With him distracted, you brought your attention to his dick, twitching with need. Why not help him out?

"Shit, Satis I-" Words just jumbled out as your hand placed another layer for him to slide between. His head leaned down before you could process it so with your fingers still gripped onto his hair, it tugged at his scalp. The while moment brought hisses and whimpers tumbling past his brain and out his mouth. It was piful to see him so lost in small feelings.

His head was clouded, forgetting the embarrassment from ten minutes ago and the squirming from twenty. He knew he just had to ask and his only regret was not asking sooner. He knows you aren't one to turn him down without reason, only alter an experience. Only, he wasn't complaining.

"M'close, shit.." His head fell to your shoulder, giving into the way his body just faltered against your touch. It was a curse and a blessing at the same time. "Whenever you're ready..."

Another queue of breaths poured against your neck, the warmth greeting your skin. You knew he was getting closer by the second, your hand doing no favours to prolong it. Usually you'd attempt to tease him once or twice. His desperation from the beginning made you think otherwise, your own seeping in at the way he groaned against you. Even if you weren't directly doing anything, it was inevitably you that made him feel this way, his relived and pleasured.

The pace faulted occasionally, the smooth pace lacking the same muster as before. It attempted to hold the same speed, but as his sensitivity increased, his drive weakened. The knot in his abdomen was about to snap. "You gonna make a mess for me?"

"Mhm!" The tone was higher than he would've liked, but he didn't care. He was too overwhelmed with arousal to quit to second guess himself. "G-gonna cum.."

Only a few thrusts later he spluttered forwards, ropes of cum leaving his tip, spreading over your thighs. It contaminated the saliva slightly, enough to be visible. He stopped movements entirely, his chest rising and falling with each intake of air.

"You feel better?"

"Y-yeah.. thank you. I needed that more than I thought I would." He chuckled to himself, withdrawing himself from your thigh, sitting on the sofa space besides you. Your leg felt free from his weight, slightly gone numb from the lack of circulation. "Let's get this mess cleaned up"

Chris leant over his shoulder and grabbed a small box of tissue from the table. "I knew I kept them there for a good reason."

[2-dsimp]

✪✩🅳🅰︎🆁🅻🅸🅽🅶 🅲🅰︎🅵🅴 🅲🅾︎🅻🅻🅰︎🅱︎✫✪

➪[Darling cafe prompt Here]

Here’s a sneak peek of my first Yandere Patron. Shimo Koori, a water oni policeman. That’s looking to settle down with a darling who’d be his inner peace. He’s a bit of a regular in the Darling cafe always silently observing but never finding just the perfect darling to catch his eye. Until you came along that is, falling straight into his lap. As you tripped and spilled his daiquiri icecream on his work uniform.

And just like that he was planning on taking you home with him that day. He’s a sucker for adorable defenseless things like you after all.

[moodycrush]

sanji in my current favorite outfit <3 yippie

[ethosiab]

[day 27] it pains me to post these out of order but i have not finished the off day drawing and just want this one posted

[nosebleedclub]

If I could do it again

[evelyn-and-art]

When The Fox Scholar is Charmed by The Peddler

My (late) submission for Week 1 of Tea’s SuoSaku MonsterFucking Month, inspired by Episode 2: Goose Mountain from the Yao-Chinese Folktales (2023).

Bonus Art + Sneak Peak for Week 2

Bro just dubcon-ed the poor guy for his geese and ran off, leaving a very angry and confused (+ a lil turned on) vendor.

Also, I’ve had the Fox Yaoguai-Scholar! Suo thing stuck in my brain for weeks and I just decided to use the idea for Tea’s MFM na lang because why not…and it’s hot. On that note, I originally had the idea to assign the boar demon to Sakura (which if you aren’t familiar with the story; the boar demon is the lover of the fox demon’s concubine aka rabbit demon), but then I remember the chemistry between the peddler and the fox scholar so I went with that instead.

Lastly, here’s a lil preview of my piece for Week 2: Ghosts/“He Came Back Wrong”

[ghostbsuter]

They may feel it, but never witness it.

Bart does not explain his impromptu leaves in the speedforce, nor how and why the speedforce seems to only take him and spit him back out few hours later.

Well, bart can't really explain it without sounding ridiculous.

How else do you explain to your family and teammates that grandma speedy keeps bringing him to playdates with some god of times grandson?

At least they're the same age! Danny's very crash, honestly. Got the speedster appetite and running together ensures even faster speed with no obstacles in front of them!

Man, he loves intangibility.

Now how does he explain this to uncle max?

[simplygojo]

GhostFace Ep. 4 - Satoru Gojo

Author's Note: Episode 4 of the GhostFace Series is FINALLY out, I have included a few anon kinktober requests in this one, so I will respond to those requests with the link to this fic...I HOPE UR ALL ENJOYING THESE, KINKTOBER IS DRAINING ME BUT ITS WORTH IT I LOVE Y'ALL <3

Spooky Szn Masterlist

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!reader

Kinks: Blindfold Kink & Sensory Deprivation

Word Count: 2.7K

Kinktober Taglist: @nanamisrighthand @simplyyyuji; @megumisdivinedogs; @lovleyredheadfairy

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, oral, fingering, light spanking, overstimulation, sensory deprivation.

As you walked toward Gojo’s apartment, an eerie chill hung in the air, like a fog that clung to your skin. Gojo had teased you all day about a Halloween “surprise mission,” but you hadn’t expected the strange quiet that awaited you. 

When you reached his door, it was already slightly ajar, the lock glinting faintly in the dim hallway light.

A sliver of unease wormed its way into your chest as you nudged the door open, peering into the shadowed room. 

The usual warm ambiance was absent, replaced by a stark quiet that heightened your senses. A glance at the side table confirmed the phone was off the hook, emitting a faint static hum, underscoring the silence. 

Every instinct warned you to turn back, but curiosity—and a thrill of anticipation—compelled you forward.

“Gojo?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you stepped into the dim room, the door clicking shut behind you with a finality that made your heart race.

You turned around towards the door you had walked through, and there he stood, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Surprise, y/n,” he drawled, his voice slipping through the mask, each word a blend of teasing danger and the familiar confidence that only Gojo could command.

He wore the infamous Ghostface mask, its dark, hollow eyes concealing his mischievous blue ones.

He wore no robe like in the movies, opting instead for a tightly fitted black T-shirt that clung to his chest and shoulders, showing off every defined line of muscle. 

The fabric stretched taut over his biceps, accentuating the power in his arms as he leaned with a relaxed yet dangerous posture.

The sight of him like this, the usually playful and teasing Gojo now shrouded in this eerie, dominant persona, made your breath catch in your throat. 

Something about the Ghostface mask paired with his physique—the tension of the shirt, the hint of strength radiating beneath it—ignited a deep thrill inside you, one that mixed arousal with an edge of fear. 

You couldn’t look away; every inch of him was mesmerizing, from the way his chest rose and fell to the sharpness of his silhouette.

“What…what is all this?” You managed, a flicker of nervous excitement betraying you.

“Just a little game for Halloween,” he replied smoothly, his voice dropping into a husky whisper as he advanced toward you. “Don’t you trust me?”

He was close enough now that you could smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something sharper, like the thrill of an approaching storm. 

Before you could respond, his fingers brushed your cheek, then slid into his pocket. When he pulled his hand back, you noticed the familiar black fabric that he usually wore over his eyes.

The sight of it sent your heart racing. He dangled it before you, a devilish grin no doubt hidden behind his mask. 

“Eyes on me until you can’t anymore,” he murmured, stepping behind you.

You felt his breath, warm and steady against the side of your neck as he slipped the blindfold over your eyes, plunging you into absolute darkness. 

With your vision obscured, the rest of your senses sharpened, each one waiting, straining for the next sound, the next sensation.

“Can you see anything?” His voice was low, resonant, like a spell that thrummed in the quiet.

“No,” you whispered, the thrill of surrender making your body hyper-aware of his proximity.

“Good,” he said softly, a smirk colouring his words. “Let’s keep it that way.”

He moved in front of you, his fingers grazing your collarbone, igniting a heat that spiralled outward, consuming any lingering hesitation. 

The air grew heavy, and without your sight, you were acutely aware of every movement, every touch. His hand drifted down, his fingers teasing along your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“Do you feel that?” he whispered, fingers ghosting over your skin, barely making contact.

You nodded, every nerve ending attuned to his touch, the anticipation building to a near-unbearable level. 

His hands trailed down to your wrists, firm but gentle, guiding them up as he pinned them above your head. A low chuckle escaped him as he shifted closer, pressing his body against yours.

With the blindfold still on, you could only imagine the look on his face. 

“You’re trembling,” he noted, his tone somewhere between teasing and curious.

“I—” You began, but the words died on your lips as he tightened his grip slightly, heightening the sense of restraint. The feeling of him controlling every move, every shift, drove you wild.

The air shifted as he moved, his lips brushing your ear. 

“Are you afraid yet?” He asked, his breath warm against your skin, making you shiver.

“Maybe,” you replied, your voice barely a murmur.

“Good.” His response was a low growl, a delicious edge that left you breathless.

He moved one hand lower, grazing your hip, pressing you back until your body was flush against the wall. 

His fingers tightened around your wrist, and then you felt it—a sharp, stinging sensation as his hand came down in a swift, calculated spank against your ass. 

The sting of it spread heat through you, a rush of adrenaline and desire that left you panting.

“What was that for?” You gasped, struggling to steady your voice.

“For testing my patience,” he replied smoothly, his fingers trailing along the curve of your hip. “I think you need a reminder to behave.”

You swallowed, breath coming in shallow gasps as he delivered another spank, harder this time, his hand lingering afterward, the warmth of his palm searing into your skin. 

The pressure of his touch kept you grounded, the stinging warmth a constant reminder of his control.

“Do you feel that?” he asked, his voice low and dark, laced with a possessive edge that sent shivers down your spine. 

“The way your body reacts when you can’t see?”

“Yes,” you breathed, voice trembling as he leaned in closer, the mask grazing your cheek.

With your vision gone, each touch felt amplified, each kiss more consuming. 

You felt his fingers press firmly against your neck, tilting your head as he grazed his lips down your jawline, slow and teasing, his breath hot against your skin. 

Your senses reeled, straining to capture every movement, every sound, every inch of him.

The sound of his laughter echoed in your ear, sending another thrill of excitement through you. 

“You’re completely at my mercy now, y/n,” he murmured, his voice a dark promise. “And you’re going to love every second of it.”

He held you firmly as his other hand continued its exploration, dragging down your sides, slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt as he pressed his body against yours, every inch of him demanding and relentless. 

Each sensation, each teasing caress and firm grip, blurred together, becoming part of a visceral experience that consumed you.

Finally, you felt his hands slip to your waist, gripping you firmly as he brought his lips back to your ear. 

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, the hint of a smirk audible in his voice.

“No,” you whispered, every word weighted with desire. “Please… don’t stop.”

“Good girl.” The words sent a flush of warmth through you, and his grip tightened as he leaned in closer, pressing a lingering kiss to your neck before he dragged his lips downward, each movement slow and deliberate, his mouth a torturous blend of tenderness and dominance.

Every touch, every word, every whispered command heightened the sensation, his control absolute as he continued his exploration, making you feel as though you were suspended in the dark, caught between fear and longing, utterly and completely his.

His gloved hands slipped down your waist, pausing just below your hips before kneeling, his hot breath brushing against the skin of your inner thighs.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he murmured, his tone so soft and deceptively comforting, as if he weren’t about to drive you out of your fucking mind. 

One hand slid up, slipping between your thighs and nudging them apart. 

His fingers grazed you with the lightest touch, teasing until you were aching, his chuckle reverberating in the quiet. “Already so needy, aren’t you?”

You bit back a moan, clenching your fists as his mouth closed over you, finally pressing his tongue against you. He started slowly, agonizingly gentle, savouring every reaction you gave him. 

You gasped, gripping at the fabric of his shirt, completely helpless to the onslaught of sensations as his hands held you firmly in place, fingers digging into your hips.

The contrast between his soft, warm mouth and his unyielding grip sent jolts of pleasure racing through you, each stroke of his tongue a calculated torment. 

His pace quickened, and soon, he was relentless—alternating between firm, slow licks and rapid flicks of his tongue, consuming every whimper, every breathless gasp you let slip.

“Please… Gojo,” you whispered, voice breaking as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge, his pace never faltering, only intensifying as your hips began to buck against him involuntarily.

“Oh, you’re begging already?” He taunted, pulling back for just a moment, letting his hot breath tease over your sensitive skin. 

“I’m not stopping until I feel you fall apart.” With that, he returned, mouth working over you with an intensity that bordered on overwhelming. 

His tongue teased and traced patterns, alternating between fast, shallow licks and deep, thorough strokes that left you writhing.

The pleasure built up so quickly, so intensely, that your legs began to tremble. 

You tried to shift away, but his grip tightened, holding your hips steady as he took his time with you, relentless in his mission to coax every sound, every shiver, every broken gasp from your lips. 

You were barely aware of anything except him—the feel of his hands, the insistent pressure of his mouth, and the blackness behind the blindfold that left you vulnerable to his every whim.

Finally, with a soft, desperate cry, you came, your body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. 

But Gojo didn’t stop. Instead, he continued, driving you higher, his mouth never leaving you as he licked and teased, drinking in every tremor, every aftershock. 

The overstimulation hit hard, every stroke of his tongue now almost unbearable, sending jolts through your oversensitive nerves.

You tugged on his hair, gasping, “Please, Gojo—I can’t…”

“Oh, you can,” he replied, his voice low and commanding. “You’re going to keep taking it for me, just like that.” 

His hands held you firmly, his mouth working with renewed vigour as he continued to draw sounds from you you didn’t even know you could make. 

You were dizzy, your world a swirl of sensation as he mercilessly pushed you toward another peak, your body shuddering as the second wave of pleasure crashed over you.

Finally, when he seemed satisfied with your thoroughly spent state, he pulled back, leaving you panting, weak, and trembling. 

He rose, tugging the blindfold slightly, letting his fingers trace lightly over your cheeks as he did. 

You barely had a moment to recover before his lips brushed against your ear, voice low and commanding. “Now, turn around.”

Dazed and more than willing to obey, you turned, feeling his strong hands guiding you forward, pressing you up against the wall as he moved behind you. 

His hands roamed down, gripping your hips as he nudged your legs apart with his knee, pulling you close until you could feel him, hot and insistent against you.

“Look at you,” he murmured with dark satisfaction, his hands sliding up to grip your waist as he positioned himself behind you. 

He held you there, relishing the way your body stretched and adjusted to him.

A low, rumbling groan escaped Gojo’s lips as he began to move, each slow, agonizingly deep thrust pressing you harder against the wall, his hips meeting yours with a rhythm that was both relentless and electrifying. 

The way he filled you—thick and hot, stretching you in ways that made your knees weak—left you breathless, gripping the wall for support as he set a pace that was anything but gentle. 

Each inch of him pressed into you, nudging against every sensitive, over-stimulated spot that hadn’t yet recovered from the waves of pleasure he’d already pulled from you.

Your entire body felt hypersensitive, every nerve alive and attuned to the sensation of him inside you. 

Each thrust was like a spark, setting off shudders that rolled through you as he sank into you fully, pulling back just enough to let you feel that maddening drag before plunging in again, harder, deeper. 

You couldn’t help the soft whimpers that escaped, your body unable to keep up with the sheer intensity of his movements.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as his hands found your hips, holding you steady while he took his time, savouring every reaction you gave him. 

His fingers dug into your skin, pulling you back to meet each thrust, leaving no room for escape, only the blissful, intoxicating friction as he buried himself to the hilt with each drive forward. 

His pace grew more erratic, hips snapping harder against you, filling you so completely it was dizzying.

Overstimulated and utterly overwhelmed, each motion made your body clench around him, the pleasure bordering on too much as he continued, knowing just how to push you past every limit. 

It was both unbearable and addictive—the heat, the fullness, the way he moved in you as if he were claiming every inch. 

He groaned low and ragged, his voice rough in your ear as he whispered, “You’re so tight, so perfect… God, I could fuck you all night.”

Every thrust hit a different, more sensitive place inside you, igniting sparks of pleasure that grew with each movement. 

The world faded, narrowing down to the heat of his body pressed against yours, the heavy slide of him filling you, stretching you in a way that made you tremble. 

The intensity of it was all-consuming, your body completely given over to him as he continued to drive into you with that ruthless, almost punishing rhythm, each thrust pressing you closer to the edge.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he murmured against your neck, his voice a mix of soft encouragement and unyielding command. 

His hands tightened around your waist, fingers digging into your skin as he anchored you exactly where he wanted. 

His hot breath tickled your ear, his mouth pressing soft, teasing kisses along your neck before he whispered again, voice dropping to a low, rough edge. 

“I know you’ve got one more in you… don’t you?”

The depth of his thrusts sent a shiver down your spine, his cock filling you to the point of almost painful bliss, each movement coaxing you closer to the edge he was holding you at. 

His grip on you didn’t falter, and you could feel the slight tremor in his fingers, a clear sign of just how hard he was holding himself back. 

“I wanna feel you, every last bit of you,” he continued, his voice thick with need. His hips pressed even deeper, grinding into you as he thrust again, pulling a helpless moan from your lips.

“Come on,” he coaxed, his tone both a plea and a command, each word sending a fresh rush of desire through you. 

“Cum for me, right here, right now, while I’m still inside you.” He didn’t relent, didn’t slow, his movements unyielding as he chased that final reaction from you, his voice breaking into a low groan as he added, “I want to feel every last bit of you falling apart around me.”

His hands found your wrists, pulling them behind your back, holding you in place as his pace quickened, his grip bruising as he drove into you with abandon.

With a final, desperate cry, you let yourself go, the pleasure blinding and overwhelming as you gave in completely, your body clenching around him as he groaned, hips bucking as he followed, his grip tightening as he held you close, riding out the waves of pleasure together.

He didn’t let go right away, keeping you pressed up against the wall, his body still flush against yours. 

After a moment, he leaned close, a satisfied, almost cocky chuckle in his voice as he whispered in your ear, “Now, was that spooky enough for you?”

[endereies]

Skater!Chris sitting in silence with Satis after an argument

Neither of you knew how it initially began. Yet it ended with you curled up in your bed with the soft fabric of your blanket pulled tightly around your shoulders in an attempt to soothe the ache in your chest. It had lingered since the yelling between you and Chris, stinging you everything it resurfaced in your brain. Your fingers tapped repeatedly on the side of your phone, but even if the volume blocked out your surroundings, it barely muffled your thoughts. Both of your knees were drawn close to your chest, your arms wrapped around them to hold you together. A bedside lamp was dimly lit in the corner, flickering as the bulb burnt out. The silence in the house was broken by the music humming in your ears. Each lyric of this playlist worked together to communicate how you felt in ways your words couldn’t.

You and Chris differentiated during conflicts. He was adamant about resolving situations the moment they arose, to talk things through before any of it had a chance to fester into overthought sentences and complications. But you weren’t like that and never had been. The moment the weight of an argument sank to your shoulders, you shut down – finding refuge in anything that couldn’t make it worse than it already was. That meant you’d end up within comforting rooms with music blocking everything out.

To Chris, your quietness felt like distance and avoidance. To you, his persistence felt overwhelming. Where he needed to have a calm conversation, you needed space to process everything. That’s where you have been for the past hour. By now there was some kind of acknowledgement between how you both managed these problems, eventually coming together again. That didn’t mean that Chris didn’t hate it, because he really did. All he wanted was to be near you and reconcile what happened – a petty argument that strung out longer than it should have. Both of you were extremely stressed with your own problems that boiled over to the wrong person.

Only an hour had passed since your separation and already you noticed the door creaking slightly. Through the dark, you saw his stance lingering in the doorway, shifting awkwardly on his feet as he tried to gauge if you were ready to talk. Your eyes met and held contact whilst he crept into the room. His steps were careful, knowing which floorboards to avoid and hesitantly you turned the music down to welcome his presence. You could tell your boyfriend was desperate to be near you but the anger of the yells you shared rose back to your memory.

For a moment it was just more silence, this time with sharp tension in the air. Chris hesitated near the foot of the bed – his hands stuffed into his pockets like he was trying to stop himself from reaching for you too soon. His presence was familiar, but the echoes of your argument still rattled in your mind, reminding you why you had curled up alone in the first place.

“I hate this,” he finally murmured, voice quieter than usual. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his eyes searching your face. “I hate when we do this.”

Your grip on the blanket tightened. The warmth of it felt safe away from the rawness of the moment. A part of you wanted to let him in, to reach for his hand and let the tension melt away, but another part still held onto the frustration from before. You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to look away to focus on the dim glow of the bedside lamp instead of the remorse etched into his features.

Chris took another slow step forward, testing the waters. "I know you need space," he said, softer this time. "But I also know I can’t just leave things like this."

Your lips parted slightly, but no words came out. You wanted to tell him you weren’t ready to talk yet, that you were still piecing things together in your head. But then, in that quiet moment, Chris did something simple that chipped away at the lingering wall between you. He sat down on the floor, right beside your bed. Not too close, not too far. Just there. His back rested against the frame, his knees bent whilst his fingers tapping mindlessly against the wood as he exhaled. “You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured softly. “Just… let me be here.”

You stared at him, surprised by his patience, by his willingness to meet you where you were instead of trying to pull you toward where he wanted to be. You knew just how much he wanted you closer, his fingers twitching harder when he gazed in your direction - so you met him on that halfway line.

The floor was colder to your body than the blanket that was abandoned on your bed sheets, but you lowered yourself down onto it anyway. The distance was lowered once more a your shoulders brushed together - enough to loosen the tension.

You weren't able to hear his sharp exhale at the closeness between you - the music from your headphones continuously playing. Chris didn't say anything, he didn't push. He merely turned his had slightly to glance at you, admiring the softness in your expression, casted from the dim lamp.

The quiet stretched between you, several minutes passing by. This time, nothing clouded your brain, nothing felt suffocating. It was pure understanding in the space you needed, all with him within reach.

After a short while, you let out a slow breath. “I don’t like this either." With your headphones placed firmly in your ears, your voiced was raised slightly more than you intended it to.

You picked at the hem of your sweater, pawing at it gently. “It’s not that I don’t want to talk. It’s just… I need time before I can say things the right way. If I talk too soon, I’ll just end up saying something I don’t mean.”

“I get it,” he said. “I really do. I just hate feeling like I can’t fix it right away.” He nodded a few times, exhaling the stress from before out of his system.

“We don’t always have to fix things immediately.”

Chris let out a short breath, a small, tired smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “I’m starting to figure that out.” He chuckled slightly, for the first time in a few hours, and to say he was relieved was an understatement.

A beat of silence passed before he shifted, stretching his legs out in front of him. His pinky finger brushed yours, hesitant, like he was waiting to see if you’d pull away. You didn’t. It was such a small thing, barely anything at all, but it was enough to remind both of you that despite the frustration, despite the tension that had separated you earlier, you were still choosing each other. Even in silence. Even in moments that weren’t easy.

Eventually, you let your head rest lightly against his shoulder, sighing. “I’m not ready to talk about it yet,” you confessed. “But I don’t want you to go.”

Chris’s lips pressed together, his body relaxing just slightly. “Then I’ll stay.”

He stayed true to his words, quietly laying his head above yours - willing for any closeness you were willing to give. You noticed hat through any situation you two went through, all he wanted was to be close to you. That even in harsh moments of yelling, you are all he yearns for. His finger tapped against the wood once more, the same beat as what was tunnelling through your headphones.

Your own fingers reached up to your ears, prying the earbud that was closest to Chris, silently offering it to him. He only noticed the movement from the corner of his eye, having to turn his head once more in your direction. He didn't even question it twice before his hand was flying towards yours, proceeding to place the headphone in his own ear. Knowing that you now felt the same rhythm in the same way brought a comforting smile to his face.

Even the silence could bring the best out in you both.

This is an au collab with @strnilolover find her stuff [here!]

[agirlnamedzoya]

Until I Found You

A Game of Thrones!AU Gojo Satoru x Reader

Summary: You believed in fairy-tales. A prince coming to save a damsel in distress. A gallant knight coming to save a girl from death. However, you knew reality is harsher. Love isn't a luxury a girl who serves the drinks can afford. You lose hope in happy endings, content with the reality of your life, until a knight saves your life. Satoru Gojo makes you want to have hope that somehow, you'll be his someday, but maybe, you two are not meant to be..

Word count: 5.3K words

Song inspiration: Until I found you by Stephen Sanchez

It all began that one evening when you, the youngest sister, were allowed to go outside by yourself on an errand. You were deemed old enough, and finally after months of persuasion, your father had given in to not sending your older brother with you.

Your cloak on your head, you walk back home with your hands stuffed with bread and dresses for the dinner held at your home tonight. With you focused on getting home before nightfall, you failed to notice a gang of hooligans tailing you. It was only until their laughs registered in your brain did you turn around and sensing danger, sped up your pace.

“Where ya goin’, pretty girl?” One of them called, his voice giving away his being drunk. “Home to your lover?”

“I betcha we’d be be’er tha’ him!”

“Come with me, I’ll give ya a taste of life,” another hooted.

“Leave me alone.”

You turn into a corner that was a shortcut to your house, slightly panicking as you see the sky-blue of the evening morph into golden streaks of dusk, but you felt your cloak being pulled at and they spun you around.

“Wanna be alone with us?”

“Go away.” You, ever the boldest, growl at them.

“Oh look, pretty girl can talk. How ‘bout you give somma your bread and we’ll let ya go?”

“It’s not for you, your idiots.”

“I betcha look hot in tha’ dress dancin’ wi’ us.” One leered next to you, and his hands come closer to your body. “We only wan’ pleasure, darlin’. Now be a good lass and come wi’ us.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do and what not. I can cut your hands right here, and now!”

Dropping your goods and plunging out your knife from the satchel that your sister insisted on keeping with you, you scream and slice the arm of the nearest bandit.

“Bitch!”

As you try to make your next move, a knee to your stomach sends you to the ground, and a slap that follows suit makes your cheek hurt as if it had collided against a rock. You groan in pain and you feel your knife pried from your fingers.

“I love bold lasses, y’know, hun” the first one snapped his fingers near you, his eyes assessing what you tried to hide under your cloak. “An’ we own ya. We coul’ do wanever we wan’ and ya can’t say nothin’.”

“I beg to differ.”

A third voice emerged, clean and crisp, and by the sound of it, a young man.

“Hey, wanna share the spoils wi’ us? I get tha’-”

Before he could complete, you try to cower against this newcomer, you close your eyes against your inevitable fate.

While you expected another new jab, you were surprised to hear yells and thuds of fists against bone.

“You know, it’s against law to harass young ladies. I could have you charged for that.” That clean voice sounded amused. “But you’re too weak and useless for my time.”

“Sorry, sorry, le’ us go-”

“Next time, you lay a sight on a girl who’s not yours, I’ll make sure you never have sight again. Now you have five seconds to leave.”

As you open your eyes to get a sight on your saviour, you are met by a young man in all black, his white hair contrasting the attire. You couldn’t get a closer look, since he had a scarf wrapped around his lower face and shades on his eyes, and his face was turned sideways while he trailed the bandits’ steps.

While you stare at him, you try to stand up, but a groan escapes you owing to the previous blow you suffered.

His face immediately turns to you, and while at first his face was impassive, with a tinge of fury in the way his mouth curled in disgust, the scrunch between his eyebrows eases as he bends to your level on one knee.

“I’m sorry you had to see that. I don’t lose control that often.” He rubbed his knuckles. “Are you hurt?”

“No, thank you. Are you hurt, though?”

He chuckled softly, and he pulled down the scarf covering his face. “I’m the strongest in all the kingdom. They couldn’t hurt me, even if they wanted to.”

“Thank you for saving my life.”

“Ah, don’t go flattering me around. It was my duty.” He extended a hand.

You hold on to his hand as he gently pulls you up.

Your eyes stray to the goods that were strewn onto the floor, none of them luckily spoiled beyond use, and while you bend again to pick it up, another pair of gloved hands assist you.

“I’ll assist you. You must not bend down.”

As you shake your head no, he sighs and helps you out, the silence settling between you two.

Peeking from the point of your hood, you get a closer look at your saviour.

His white hair blew in the wind, and his face seemed much gentler and kinder now that he wasn’t fighting. What attracted you the most were his eyes, that you could now clearly see, him having discarded the shades blocking his eyes.

His eyes were captivating. No, you thought, I need a word stronger than just captivating. The most breath-taking pair of eyes you’ve ever seen in your short lifetime. Those eyes, and their dazzling blue light made you want to stare and stare for all eternity, never to get tired of this gorgeous sight.

A detail you had failed to notice earlier was his badge, that peeked out from his chest pocket.

He’s a knight?

After handing you the last basket, he stood up. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N, sir.”

“Which family do you belong to?”

“I’m not a noblewoman, sir.”

“Incorrect answer. I asked you, to which family you belong.”

“I am from the Blackfyre family, sir.”

“Blackfyre…” he rubbed his chin as he tried to recollect, and suddenly his eyes spread wide. “The owners of the Seven Suns?”

“Yes,” you reply, surprised that he was familiar with the name of your family hotel. It was more like a pub, where people all over town and beyond are free to come dine, dance and drink. It has also been the place for several conferences held in secret.  

“Then, dear lady, let’s get you going home.”

“I’m fine, thank you sir. I-I can make it back by myself.”

“No need to go around saying ‘sir’,” he waved a hand. “and I disagree. It’s nightfall, and it’s not wise to let a beauty like you walk alone.” He bent to her level and grinned. “And neither is it wise to reject an offer of help from a dashing young man.”

You can’t help but giggle slightly, and the moment you say yes, he pulls his horse standing just outside, and while you tried to convince him to take the stallion, he simply refused and helped you up.

The rest of the journey was relatively quieter, and quicker, seeing your house was just on a walking distance from the point of the incident.

“What were you doing out here, anyway?” he asked. “It’s rare to not be accompanied by a man.”

“I was out to run some errands. We are having a dinner tonight.”

“I see.”

You consider for a second. “Would you like to join us?”

“Oh no, thank you. I’m a busy man, so I am needed somewhere else today.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Apart from my hand in marriage, go ahead.”

You grin, feeling the knot of fear dissolving into boldness. He was unlike any knight you’ve ever met. Bold, confident, and jolly, not to forget, strong enough to take five men down by himself. “I didn’t ask your name. What house are you from, sir?”

“Why’d you assume I’m from a great house?”

“Your way of speaking and talking gives it away, sir.”

“Good observation. However, I am not that grand as you might assume. Let’s play a guessing game. If you guess my clan, I’ll tell you my first name. Hint: it’d sound good with your name.”

“That’s not very helpful, sir.”

“Why would you want to know, though?” he tilted his head to look at you. “If you wanna come visit me, I can take you.”

You blush. “It’s not that. I’m just curious.”

“You’ve heard of curiosity kills the cat? Well, kitten, what’s life without a little mystery?”

You laugh loud, and your eyes immediately catch the lights shining from your house. You point to it, and within five steps of the destination, the knight stops his horse, takes the goods out of your hand onto the road and puts out a hand for you to hold on to while you jump.

You could see your parents wave at you and rush downstairs to the door. You turn back to see your unnamed saviour one last time.

“Thank you, kind sir. I don’t know how I will ever repay you.”

He bowed. “Young miss, you don’t need to worry about that. It’s what I do. However, as for coming to visit me, the doors of my house are always open to you.”

You smile. “Will I ever see you again, sir…?”

“Gojo.” He smiles back. “And get yourself in trouble again and I will be your gallant saviour for the damsel in distress.”

The moment the door of your house is thrown open and your parents rush down, calling your name.

“Sweetheart, where have you been? I heard you’ve been-”

They look behind you and fall to one knee. You turn around to see Ser Gojo standing behind you, smiling serenely.

“Mother, he saved me.” you whisper to your mother, who was confused as to why her ordinary daughter was with a respectable knight.

“Sir, we are obliged to you. Thank you.” Your father goes ahead and bends down again. “We would like to show our gratitude by inviting you to our dinner.”

“As much as I am tempted, I need to take my leave.” He replied, polite and calm. “Goodbye.”

As he turned around, you look at him one more time and hope that somehow, fate will cross your paths again.

You hoped that the day come, when you’ll be his, and he’ll be yours.

******

That night you had become an instant celebrity at your house. Your entire family circled around you, your form wrapped in a blanket and coffee cup steaming in your hands, late at midnight, as you retold the story of your rescue. While your parents were terrified at the prospect of you getting into a grand mess, your siblings wouldn’t stop fawning over the fact that that knight rescued you. You, who couldn’t keep a secret from your family to save your life, told each and every bit of chatter you exchanged, until you got to the name question.

At that point, you remembered.

“Mother, do you know who he is? He only told me his last name, but you two knelt upon seeing him.”

“He’s Satoru Gojo, one of the finest knights this kingdom has ever produced. His fame extends beyond Westeros, and there is not a single fight he hasn’t won.” Your father answered with deep awe in his voice. “He is the youngest person to ever make it to the role of Ser, and he’s not from any big house.”

“The Gojo family is fairly powerful, but not as much as the Targaryens and Starks.” Your sister added.

“How come I’ve never seen him earlier around here?”

“That’s because he came to Sunspear this week.” Your brother, who happened to have knights as friends, told you.

“Well, I guess we can all conclude that we’re deeply grateful to him. Otherwise goodness knows what could have happened to you.” Mother wrapped it all up and stood to pick the tray of coffee. “But from now on, you’re not going alone.”

“What, why?” you splutter.

“Haven’t you gotten your lesson today? Satoru Gojo will not be around every time you get cornered. You will be accompanied by one of us, got it?”

“But mom-”

“That’s final.”

As you look to your father for help, he crossed his hands. “You work with me at the hotel in the day, so I’ll be with you. On days off, you can go out alone only if you return till dusk, since none of us are free during that time. For any errand later than that, one of us will be with you. Got it?”

“Yeah.”

For all that you shared with your family, you dare did not tell anyone that somewhere, in a corner of your heart, you yearned to be loved by him.

Your sister noted, of course, but preferred not to say anything. Before turning out the lamps of your shared room, you asked her.

“Sister, has he ever come to Seven Suns?”

“You know I’m not generally around here, but as of yet, no. You have something for him, right?”

You sigh.

“Look. It’s not a sin to love. And someone who saved your life, even more so. But remember, never to cross lines to get him. Men are beings with honour, and they do not like honourless people. If he will be yours, trust fate.”

“Yeah,” you respond. Easier said than done.

“And remember. Only fairy-tales have happy endings, but reality is, you’re not meant to be.” Her eyes held pity as she told you something you deep-inside feared. “He’s a knight, from a respectable family, and you’re…you’re the girl who serves the drinks. In other words, he’s got everything, and you’re-”

“Nothing,” you bit out. “I know. Thanks for telling.”

******

Over the next few days, you found it hard to believe it was mere coincidence.

Your mornings and evenings were spent at the hotel where you served the drinks and newspapers to the people bringing life to the place amidst the seriousness of life. But whenever your parents sent you on shopping, or the neighbours, whether someone was with you or not, your sixth sense would make you turn your head in a particular direction and you always found Satoru Gojo near you. Every single time you were out.

Even in his helmet, his blue eyes were unmistakable, as if he wanted you to find him, but he never made eye contact. Whether it be the newspaper stand, or the fruits stall, or going to give your sister at work some lunch, he would always be within your sight.

As much as you wanted to converse with him, you knew you can’t cross limits and risk the entire city making rumours about you.

It wasn’t until late one night when you had taken over your father’s job due to him being unwell that you heard a ruckus outside the door. You raise your head to see a group of knights enter and take the table nearest to you. You are about to order the other waiters to go and take their orders when you look at them and halt.

A knight had just removed his helmet to be Gojo.

You diverted your attention back to cleaning the glasses while you try not to feel too bubbly and giddy. A hand taps at your desk and you look up to see him.

“Remember me?”

“No, I don’t.” you fake with him, forgetting that his station is way higher than yours.

“Your handsome saviour, Satoru Gojo.” He made a fake bow. “I’m not that forgettable, though.”

“I happen to have a short memory.” You reply.

“Well, it looks like we met again.”

“But I’m not in trouble.”

“Atta girl, I knew you were faking forgetting me.” he laughed, his voice sounding warm and sweet to you, making you want to wish he’d never stop laughing. You wanted to be the reason he laughed. “And when I’m around, there’s always trouble nearby.”

“Well, I beg to differ. What would you like, though?”

He ordered a few drinks from your list, and you counted them to be one less. You look up.

“That’s one less.”

“Oh, you have a good eye. Well, I won’t take anything.”

“Should I bring something else for you?”

“Oh no, thank you.”

“May I ask,” you question, hand busy stirring up the golden liquid they ordered, “why won’t you take anything?”

He leaned his elbow on the counter. “I’m out of cash.”

“I find it hard to believe. And if you want it, say the word. It’s on the house.”

He was called by his comrades for a game when he winked at you and departed for the table.

When you put them on a tray, he leapt up, ignoring the way other customers looked at him. “Let me take them.”

“No, thank you sir. This is my duty.” And you set it on the table.

“So you’re the girl he won’t shut up about,” one of the knights addressed you, smirk on his face. Your eyes darted to the ‘he’ in question, who was looking at you with the most interested expression.

“I am the bartender’s daughter, after all. Everyone knows me.”

“Well played, lassie.” The knight roared with glee, as the drinks were passed around.

“Y’know,” a black-haired knight leaned in as if telling a secret, while his voice suggested otherwise, “why he ain’t taking any drinks?”

“It’s because I lost all money feeding you good-for-nothings,” Satoru shot at him.

“You and getting broke? I don’t buy it. Well, it’s because he’s a lightweight.”

“What?” you asked, confused.

“He can handle the arena, but can’t handle a drink!” the knight burst into laughter, and slowly the entire table including you joined in the chuckles.

For the first time ever, you enjoyed the night shift, because all the time he was there, the hotel erupted in laughter, the source being Satoru, and he seemed to dominate everyone as he brought a new life and soul to the party.

You hadn’t conversed with him after that jab, but three hours later when his group stood to take their leave, you stopped yourself from calling out to him to stay. His men left the payment on their table, and you saw him add something else to the bag of coins. Once they left, you walked to pick it up and count, to find twenty more coins than the actual amount and a little flower resting in there with a note.

A gift of gratitude to our kind host :) Don’t think about returning it!

You smiled, and muttered under your breath, “I knew he wasn’t out of cash.”

Things seemed to change for you after that night, sparking a flare of hope in your ordinary, not-so-fairy-tale life. You still found him whenever you went outside, but every time you saw him, he’d be looking at you and would gently smile upon eye contact. As if he’s smiling at someone he’s known all his life.

Every alternate night, the same group of knights with a few more friends would visit your hotel, and every single time, Satoru Gojo would come up to you and make you laugh like no one ever had. Every time they’d leave, a small present awaited you, the most precious yet being a ring. Occasionally, when his entire friend group would be too drunk to actually notice, he’d sit by your counter and talk about his day. At first you didn’t talk back that much, but slowly and steadily you opened up, telling him all your joys and fears and pains.

But never the fact that you loved him.

However, you began to take into account another thing. Ever since he made frequent appearances at your place, girls of nobler families would flock the gates and pool into the Seven Suns, vying for the table closest to him and batting eyelashes and giggling at his jokes and stories. While at first you didn’t mind it that much, seeing his popularity, and the fact he still took out time for you, you couldn’t ignore the pang of jealousy that flooded you when you saw him laughing and joking and chatting with them. You wanted to be the one he’d talk to. The girls slowly limited the very limited time you already had with him.

You hated the hypocrisy of this. The noble ladies, with more chances of getting him, loved him for his face, or his station, or his wealth. You loved him for his nature. For who he was inside. Your love was true. It wouldn’t end, even if he were to be a pauper. Why can’t you be given him, when your love is the truest?

At these moments, your sister’s words rang in your head. Those girls had a stronger chance of being his than you. You two are not meant to be.

Even knowing this bitter truth, you couldn’t bring yourself to not love him. Logic and common sense fails when it comes to matters of the heart.

*******

Late one night, when the girls’ laughter had ebbed with their departure, Satoru came towards a busy you, leaning an elbow on the counter and putting a bunch of blue flowers on the counter. You looked at them and asked, “who are these for?”

“Who do you think?”

“Why don’t you give it to that blonde girl? They’d look nice on her.”

“Aw, is someone being jealous?” his grin bloomed.

“I don’t have time for that. And what if I’m already taken?”

“Then I have already gotten married.”

You pause. “You know, I was lying when I said that.”

He burst into laughter. “Look at your face!” he gasped for breath as he clapped. “Of course I am lying too. Do I look that old to be already married?”

“With your white hair, it’s not that hard to imagine.”

“Ah fair lady, no. I don’t intend to marry just yet.” He leaned back lazily. “It’s basically my parents’ wish for their only child to get married now, and the final decision will be theirs.”

“So why haven’t you found someone?” you say, stricken by the idea that you’ll definitely not be what they have in mind for their son. “It’s not that you don’t have options.”

“Yeah, but I…you know…don’t want to fall in love yet.”

“Oh?” you ask, knowing not to trespass.

“Yeah. But in all honesty, are you taken though?”

“Not yet.” You sigh. “But it must be nice, the feeling of falling in love. The idea that you’re all someone thinks about. And that someone would give their entire world to be with you.”

“Yeah. But I believe it should be two-sided, and pure.” He said, pondering, face uncharacteristically serious.

“Isn’t love always two-sided?”

“Not always. You see these nobles here?” he pointed with his glass towards the girls waiting for him. “They only want me because I’m the strongest. Or I’m rich enough to pamper them. And I have a name with fame. They want me so to use my power and influence. They want me – no, my possessions – for their gain. To show off and bring their family pride.”

“They want you for what you can give,” you say softly, the meaning of his words dawning on you, “not for what you are.”

“You get it.”

“Well, someday or another, you’ll find someone who will love you truly. Who’ll show you what being loved feels like. I believe it.” Stars could shine in your eyes, the way you said it with such conviction.

You two sit in comfortable silence, until you try to bring the courage to ask something. He noticed.

“Go on.” You look up to meet his blue eyes. Blinding like the stars. “You want to say something. You’re free to ask.”

“Did you really mean it when you said you won’t fall in love?”

“If I recall, I said I don’t want to fall yet. I never said I haven’t.”

“So you mean the same thing right?”

He gave you a funny look. “You have someone in mind?”

“What?” you spluttered. “No! I mean-”

He stopped you with his hand raise, chuckling. Once he stopped, he contemplated it for a while. “Look, I never gave it a thought. I’ve still got a family to stabilize, no matter how well off we may look, and a career to make. And with the line of work I’ve chosen, we don’t really get the luxury of loving. We’re supposed to be ready to sacrifice and be sacrificed, so I don’t want to put anyone through that just yet. But thanks for your concern.” He winked. “Any advice?”

You snorted. “What makes you think I’m good at romantic advices?”

“I didn’t ever say your advices were good,” he shrugged, earning a laugh from you.

“So to conclude, you haven’t found your perfect someone yet?”

“You can put it however you want.” A smirk emerged on his face. “Apart from my other talents, I happen to be an excellent liar. For all you know, I may have changed my decision.”

“Of falling in love?”

“Exactly. Maybe it’s my turn to wonder when will she choose me.”

Your heartbeat spikes up. “Who’d you find worthy of you in here? And wouldn’t your parents disagree? You said the final decision is theirs?”

He snapped his fingers and leaned closer, as if letting you in on a secret. “I’m the judge of who’s worthy of me, and as for my parents, well…the final decision will be theirs, after they agree to what I have to say. After all, I’m their only son, and I am Ser Satoru Gojo, the most charming knight all of Westeros has ever seen. Who are they to say no to me?”

*****

For the past few days, Satoru Gojo had not stopped by your hotel. At first you thought he may be busy, but when his friends came by and he didn’t, you started to get worried if you had offended him in any way.

The seventh night of his absence, your father had run out of fruits, so he sent you to go and purchase them. Evidently he was occupied mentally because he had forgotten to send someone with you.

On your way home, you hear a sound to your left, like someone snapped their fingers.

“Y/N?”

You spun around to see Satoru, leaning against a wall, a carefree smirk on his handsome face. Work be damned, you leapt to him, thankful for your cloak.

“Hi! Where have you been? Did I offend you?”

“Oh gracious, no. You could never offend me,” he winks, earning a relieved sigh from you. “I have been practicing, actually.”

“For what?”

“The tourney. You know, the one happening at the end of this week?”

“Yes, of course.” Why wouldn’t you, when this was the rage of the town, and you happen to work at a hotel which held more secrets and gossips than any man alive? “You don’t need to practice for that though. You’d win anyway.”

He grinned. “Betting all your money on me?”

“You bet.”

“Well,” he ran his hand through his hair, “will you come to the tourney? To see me?”

The previous night, you had had a discussion with your siblings, and your entire family had agreed to go watch one of the greatest events of Sunspear, but you were still not sure about going. However, the way he said to see me? cleared all doubts in your head.

“Of course, I will. How else will I bet my money on you?”

“Well, see you there, then.”

“Good luck, fair Ser.” You bid him as he climbed his horse.

He saluted at you, taking his hat off. “Thank you, dear lady. Though, I don’t believe in luck. I make my own luck.”

You laugh softly, running back to the hotel, at this cocky knight.

“Where have you been?” Your father whispered angrily at you.

“Slipped,” you replied, dumping your shopping, “and I am going to the tourney.”

******

The entire arena was buzzing with excitement as you and your family took their places in the crowd, all of you chattering excitedly about your predictions for the winner. Even your parents wore large grins as they heard you siblings talk to each other.

When the host lord came to give his welcome address, the contest’s style was announced to be a multi-round jousting match, where the players were pitted in pairs. The loser forfeited their horse and armour, and the winner goes to the next round.

When the players were announced, you cheered the hardest for Ser Gojo. To your chagrin, a lot of other feminine voices – including ladies from your hotel – joined in welcoming him.

It was a nail-biting competition, since every single participant had seemed to take the prospect of victory to their heart. At moments the entire arena echoed with screams of glee, and at others groans of disappointment, and it was evidence of their competency that the games extended to the next day. Your parents had gone to take their needed nap, while you and your siblings were energized to watch the results.

By the second day’s afternoon, the final joust had come.

One was a knight from Godsgrace, of House Allyrion, and his opponent was Ser Satoru Gojo, both of them seated firmly at their horses, their lances in their hands. You bring your hands to your lips and pray for his victory.

The battle was one of equal strength, both fighters switching between offense and defence, not letting the other even so much as touch them. The clanging sound of metal against metal, one yell against the other, horses’ hooves stomping against the hard earth had everyone on their toes.

Satoru, quite like his nature, was resorting to small and quick bursts, intercepting the other horse’s circle route, and using cartwheels and flips to evade the lance attacks, while the Allyrion knight was a surge of raw power, an element of rage and unbridled strength in his attacks.

The fight seemed more like a choreographed dance, them swaying to the tune of the rush of blood in their veins, stepping backwards and forwards in step with the thrown lances. No person in the stands was more invested in anything else.

The balance tilted when the Allyrion knight jumped from his horse and tackled Satoru to the ground. The entire ground gasped at this dangerous act, and while the Allyrion began showering punches, the pinned fighter didn’t let go of his agility as he swiftly darted between the attacks. This game finally stopped when Satoru rammed his forehead against the opponent, and buying himself time, he used his lance as a spear in the ground, Satoru threw his legs up, flipped himself back with fluidity and braced himself against the upper hand of the Allyrion knight.

It seemed he was tired already, since he was letting the Allyrion knight hit him again and again, not even bothering to hit him back. While the crowd watched in tense silence, wondering if he was actually done or if he was waiting for a window, at first even the opponent seemed to hesitate, but then, he began playing ruthlessly and gave it all he got in his blows, forcing Satoru to try to defend himself while injured as he was pushed backwards.

“What is he doing?” you whisper to your equally tense brother, your hands shaking.

“He’s still got hope. Look, he’s still standing, and the lance ain’t broken.”

You stare in horror, as he swayed back, and – did you imagine the manic gleam in his eyes and his smile? – the Allyrion raised his lance above his head. Bearing no more, you close your eyes.

A whistle, and a huge uproar forced you to open your eyes to the most amazing sight.

Your knight was seated above his horse, a smile decorating his face as he signals it to run across the ground in a circle, the opponent knight running after him to try and hit him down, the fury of defeat surging his speed. Two laps later, Satoru jumps down again with precision, and before the knight could reduce his momentum, Satoru landed a well-aimed kick onto his knees to send him crashing to the ground.

Blood sprayed from his nose, and this time it was Satoru who went easy on his opponent while he tried to recollect himself and get back on ground. While the arena boomed with screams and thunders of jubilation, Satoru used this opportunity to dance around the dazed fighter, laughing every time he dodged a slurred attack, until finally using the exhaustion, he made his final strike, amidst the roaring cheers of the crowd, to deliver a strike of his lance to smash the Allyrion’s weapon into splinters.

A silence of two seconds prevailed, after which the announcer’s voice broke it.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have our champion – Ser Satoru Gojo.”

You screamed like crazy as you stood up, tears of joy spilling down your eyes as you clapped and clapped with the uncontrolled audience, while to the centre of the stadium the winner was led, not caring if your hands begin bleeding from the force you smashed them against with.

You halted when you saw him being handed a crown of blue roses. With a devilish grin, he mounted his horse and began circling the crowd from the direction opposite to you. You, who had to clutch your stomach against the butterflies suddenly emerging, heard the noble ladies whisper excitedly.

“He’s going to name the queen of love and beauty!”

The title every girl dreams of being given. To have someone’s victory dedicated to. A once-in-a-lifetime honour.

As you hoped to the heavens that somehow, in a one in a million chance, it will be you, you can’t help but drown in the pool of despair that you two are not meant to be. Especially with so many contenders?

What did you have that they didn’t?

But you can’t bring yourself to believe all those nights, and conversations, and shared secrets were for nothing. For the first time, you hoped that maybe, the heavens will see your love’s sincerity.

He stopped when he was in front of the crowd where you were, five rows far from his location. At first he twirled the crown, smiling against the raucous screams of the girls facing him, until he sighed and got off his stallion. With a jerk of his head, the audience parted into two to let him pass to the girl he wished to crown his queen. He climbed the rows, girls’ faces darkening with disappointment every time he crossed them, until he stopped to the fifth row. Turning towards you, he placed the crown on your head.

Your world paused that instant.

So this is what it feels like to be in a fairy tale.

As the crowd around you erupted in cheers, your family’s voices dominating, he bent on a knee and took your hand, kissing it softly.

“I, Ser Satoru of House Gojo, name you as my Queen of Love and Beauty, and dedicate my victory to you.” He stood up, still holding your hand, the smile on his face not flirtatious or challenging, but pure, loving. “Come, let me boast my queen to all of Dorne to see.”

Still failing to believe it, you led yourself be guided by his hand, until at the foot of the arena he picked you up in his arms with one clean swoop. A giggle escaped you, as you head to the dazzling beauty of life.

That’s fate. Who would’ve thought the girl who served the drinks would get the man of her dreams?

Once he reached the centre of the stadium, setting you on your feet, the crowd showering coins and flowers on both of you, you whisper to him, “is this real? Or is it all a dream?”

“It’s a dream come true,” he answered, sincerity in his voice. “Just like you’re my dream come true, the way fate had me come all the way from Winterfell to get you.” He finally smiled with a cocky brow-raise. “Though, I must ask, why are you so surprised? I thought I had made my feelings for you quite clear.”

“You could’ve been more explicit. And how was I supposed to know that I would be chosen by everyone’s favourite? I’m nothing!”

“You are my fuckin’ favourite person, sweetheart, and you’re not nothing. You’re my everything.”

The way he gripped your hands, his forehead touching yours, had you believe that as long as he was with you, you would never be nothing. As long as he was with you, you will always know what it is like to be in a fairy-tale.

And as the two of you were carried out of the stadium with pomp and procession, you smiled at the still unbelievable thought that finally…

you’re his, and he’s yours.

Glossary of GoT terms:

Tourney: a popular tournament in the Game of Thrones (GoT) universe

Ser: a title given to knights

Winterfell: the Northern part of Westeros, the continent where the GoT story is based

Dorne: a country in the southern part of Westeros

Starks and Targaryens: two large, powerful families of Westeros.

Allyrion: a family based in Dorne

Sunspear: the capital city of Dorne

Author's note: Hello, everyone, Zoya here! So there was a collaborative writing event hosted by @dragonscribble. The prompt I had chosen was 'You're my fuckin' favourite person, sweetheart' for a reader x Gojo Satoru story. This was my contribution to this. Thank you so much for this opportunity!

Dedication: A huge, huge thank you to all who read my work, but a special shoutout to my best friend, Nabiha, the greatest Gojo girl I know, who motivated me and rooted for me when even I didn't believe in myself, and without whom I couldn't have done this <3

Collage made by me, and divider credits to @saradika

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