#royal au nanami PLEASE

[hunnismokah]

prince nanami 🤭

[nkogneatho]

royal!au with jjk men where your husband/king is a bastard who cheats on you almost every week visiting his favorite brothel and you cry over it on your balcony. soon you hear two men, gojo and toji chattering, knocking over a vase in the king's study, the burglars arguing over the expensive items to steal, but they are shocked to be caught. trying to make a run because surely a delicate thing like you wouldn't be able to catch up to those hunky men yet you stop them and help them steal as a petty revenge over your husband. you three laugh and giggle while stuffing everything in the sack, and when they leave, they promise to come again, can't leave a pretty thing like you just like that but they know savoring you in comfort would be much better than taking you away and being on the run 24/7. plus the sneaking adds to the fun.

the next night they visit, the men have multiplied. there are now five of them. geto, nanami and sukuna. they ease you in with there sugar laced compliments and teaching you to touch yourself, introducing a new dimension to you. while they please you, your pretty servant, choso has been watching through the ajar door, pumping his aching cock to the scene.

idk this is just a rough idea. do i write this??

[chosai]

break his composure.

synopsis. gaining the title 'duke' not only came with the prestige, but came along the lonely days you spent yearning for your husband as he toggled the new duties and responsibilities he had to face. it was only a matter of time before you decided that you could only have so much patience, deciding that it wouldn't hurt if you played around a little – watching as your husband who held himself in great temperance and sangfroid fall into pieces the more you attempt to break his composure.

pairing. duke!nanami kento x reader genre. nobility au + smut tags. 18+ content mdni. breeding kink, explicit language, rough sex, cunnilingus word count. 4.1k

sora's note. reposted another one of my works from my old writing blog. please enjoy! <3

© chosai — do not copy, modify, or translate any of my works.

NANAMI KENTO, no doubt, was a powerful young man who earned himself the title Duke from the royal king after his contribution and victory in the most recent war. Of course, now that he was given the new title, he was given a whole lot of responsibilities and duties that he’s got to fulfill now that he had plenty more people to protect. Nowadays, the young duke would either be found training his lot of knights, hunting, or cooped up in his grand office busying himself with myriads of documents. Despite being incredibly proud of his achievements, you still couldn’t help but yearn for the affection of your beloved husband.

 Many nights were spent alone, staring up at the tall dark ceiling while you silently counted sheep – hoping that once you had reached a hundred, he would arrive and join you in bed (he’d often fall asleep on the sofa in his office). And, many nights were spent with you fending for yourself when you longed for his touch, arching your back when you’d climax on your fingers – however, you never felt fully satisfied. Your fingers could never compare to his larger and thicker fingers, nor his… 

You shake your head rapidly, feeling your cheeks growing redder by the lewd thoughts of your husband swimming through your mind. The last time you had intercourse with the male was when you both consummated the marriage, which was almost half a year ago, and then a month after that, the war happened – and two months later, he’d come back with a new title, Duke. Everything else after that was a blur. He was just within your reach — residing in the same manor and all, could almost reach for him but always got farther and farther away. You miss your husband, desperately. 

You stroll through the hallways of the manor, taking small strides towards the familiar giant door with a board of your freshly baked bread balanced in your hands. You continue to hum a gentle tune as you got closer and closer to the door. Although, it may appear to other people that his wife was innocently barging into his office thus surprising him with baked goods made with love – However, unknowingly for them, you had other plans hidden up your sleeves.

“Kento,” your voice gentle as you call out his name, “I brought you something that I think you’d love!”

You open the door further, revealing your husband — as per usual — busying himself with his documents. Fatigue was plastered all across his face, though he tried his best to mask it, but the dark circles underneath his hazel eyes were of no help. You could tell that even his muscles had gotten sore from training and staying seated for long periods of time. You placed the bread tray in front of him, and you walked around the desk to stand next to your husband. 

“Thank you, honey,” He quickly thanks you, sending you a quick nod of acknowledgement. Your husband was in pure autopilot mode, his hand continuously signing the documents despite him slowly losing focus — desperately trying to keep them open rather than succumbing to slumber.

“You should take a moment to relax, Kento.” You say. Just as he is about to come up with some type of excuse as to why he shouldn’t take a break, you lean in closer to his ear. “Let me help you.”

Your hands travel up to his back, and you applied some pressure on his shoulders while you massaged him. Your husband releases a low groan when you apply even more pressure on a stubborn muscle knot on his shoulders. You smile when he relaxes into your touch, closing his eyes while he leaned closer into you as you massaged into his sore muscles until those pesky knots disappeared. “How do you feel now?”

“I feel much better,” Kento sighs, humming pleasantly, “ Thank you for the bread, too. I’ll make sure to finish it while I continue working.”

“Can’t your break be a little longer?” You probe at him, pouting softly. “I missed you.”

A sudden wave of boldness and confidence overtakes your consciousness, and you bring yourself down on his lap, your arms snaking around your husband’s muscular shoulders. Kento looks completely taken aback, and you eat that expression up as if it is candy. 

 “Kento,” you begin, “can’t you see that your cute and loving wife misses you?”

You press your lips against his ear, before whispering: “I’ve been thinking about you so much, putting a baby inside of me.”

Slowly, you thrust your hips against his thigh, watching your husband in pure amusement as he attempts to keep his composure; his hand tightening on his pen, knuckles white. Almost immediately, you can feel him hardening underneath you, and you grin almost immediately. Something about his reaction swells your heart with pride, knowing that despite being busy you still, somewhat, had an effect on him. Even more, Kento is taken aback, completely speechless (and undeniably turned on) from his wife’s bold ministrations.

 “B-baby inside..?” His voice comes out as a dry rasp, his eyes wide .

Before your husband can process anything else, he felt the weight on his lap disappearing, and he quickly stares up to watch you getting ready to leave. You fixed the wrinkles on the hem of your dress, trying to fight back the grin on your face after having just teased your usually stoic husband. He had always appeared so cool and composed, so watching him try so hard to keep his composure undeniably gives you some type of thrill. 

“Y/N?” He calls out your name, looking visibly confused. Your eyes travel down to your husband’s trousers, smiling innocently as you caught sight of the large tent growing between his legs.

“I almost forgot to mention, but the marchioness invited me to her manor for a tea party.” You say, attempting to stifle the giggle bubbling in your throat while your husband appears flustered. “I won’t be back until tonight.”

You lean in to give him a quick kiss on his lips, not before licking his bottom lip as you pull away. You are being far too mean with your husband, but you can’t help it — watching him slowly crack beneath your manipulation sends a shock of arousal straight between your legs. “Until then, promise me that you’ll finish the bread and take breaks when you need it, okay?”

Before the man can even muster a single response, you walked out of his office. Only two could play at this game, you think to yourself as you close the office door behind you.

Hours have already passed and you finish catching up with the noble ladies, exchanging your goodbyes and letters before parting ways. It has truly been a while since you had last caught up with your friends. Nevertheless, the time spent at your friend’s manor is enjoyable, listening to all the spicy gossip while enjoying desserts and tea. 

The ride back home in the carriage is silent — the only sound present were the continuous patters from the horses’ steps. You stare outside the window, quietly watching the manor eventually disappearing as the carriage goes further away in distance. It is already a quarter past nine, perhaps the latest you have ever stayed out, and it is safe to assume that your beloved husband is probably resting on the sofa in his office again. 

You lean your back against the seat, pressing the side of your head against the window as your eyes begin to grow heavy, the distant sounds of the horses’ steps gradually lulling you into a short slumber.

“My lady, we’ve arrived.”

“Oh my, we’re already here?” You ponder to yourself out loud, groggily opening your eyes. You place your hands atop the coachman’s guiding you down the carriage, and you stare at the tall manor before you. Once you enter inside, you are automatically greeted with your maids ushering you to the bathroom with a change of clothes. Undeniably, you felt a little disappointed, as you believe that your husband had unknowingly proved your point from earlier — you, at least, hoped that he’d stay awake a little longer. You sink lower into the tub, blowing bubbles as you scrunch your brows together, the water hiding pouting lips. The maid had left you alone earlier, telling you that she’d return with a towel soon, but it’s been moments.

You glance around the bathroom, trying to decipher the exact location of your nightgown. Ah, it was on the stool, next to the door. If anyone had walked in on you grabbing your nightgown from the stool, the only thing they’d see is your wet and bare body. It shouldn’t be too bad, though —after all, it’s always been your maids coming in. Slowly, you stand up from the large tub, and you immediately shiver from the wave of cold air rushing to you,, cool beads of water dripping down your body. With careful steps, you make  your way across the room, your hand reaching out towards your nightgown. 

You suddenly hear a knock on the door, and you instinctively grab the gown to cover the front of your body. It must be the maid, you think to yourself and you try to mimic that of a stern face — however, you can’t bring yourself to be too harsh on a new maid, after all. You watch the door open slowly, and you tap your fingers against your elbows. “Hana, where were you all this… Oh.”

Almost immediately, your face is sent aflame and you scurry away from the door, your failed attempt of a stern persona pathetically crumbling away as the space revealed no one other than your husband standing in front of the doorway with a towel in his hand. Hazel eyes travel up and down your frame, his jaw tensing at the sight of your bunched up nightgown barely covering your body — hell, it didn’t cover anything, he stares longingly at your left breast deciding to slip out of the covers. He steps into the room and closes the door shut immediately, his eyes still locked into your frame and he stays silent. 

You press the nightgown against your body even more and you look away from his gaze, as if it could help hide your insecurities that are growing the more he stared and stayed silent. However, all that stops when you glance back at your husband and he gives you a come hither motion with his index finger. “Kento,” you say his name softly, “I thought you were asleep—”

“Come here,” is all he says to you, his voice low and baritone. You easily comply with his words, taking small strides to get closer to the male. “Hand me your nightgown.”

“I thought it was Hana that knocked,” you say quietly as you hand your husband your nightgown, further revealing your naked body. You can hear Kento’s breath hitch for a mere moment before he quickly regains his composure — however, it is already so fragile. He swiftly wraps the towel around your body before pulling you closer to him, his hands resting on your hips while he leans closer to your face with stern eyes. “You’re lucky that it was me, then. What were you thinking about going out of the bath like that? What if it wasn’t Hana or I that walked in?” 

“I didn't want to stay in the bath anymore, and I genuinely believed that my maids would be the only ones to walk in. Because of that, I didn’t feel too worried.” You answer your husband softly, squeezing his shoulder ever so slightly. “Despite you giving me a bit of a surprise, I can’t say that I’d rather have Hana come here instead of you.”

“Is that so? That’s a relief, then. I did tell her that I’d take care of the rest and she could rest for the night.” He hummed, before lifting you up in his arms without any warning, immediately eliciting a surprised gasp from your lips. 

“W-what are you doing?” You question your husband, stammering as you instinctively place your hand onto his chest. 

“You know, after you played your little game earlier, I wasn’t able to do my work properly.” says Kento, opening the bathroom door. “I believe you should bear some sort of responsibility, no?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you mutter under your breath, masking a soft grin as you nuzzle your face into your husband’s neck.

 “Putting a baby inside you,” he says, a slight strain present in his baritone voice as he continues walking down the hall with your towel-covered body in his arms. The walk down to your shared bedroom feels like an eternity has passed, the sounds of his footsteps resonating across the quiet hall. You want to question him where the rest of maids and butlers had gone but you relented, your body tense under the man’s carnal gaze.

“If fucking a baby inside of you is what you want, then it’s what you’ll get. It’s what my sweet wife asked for, after all.”

“H-Honey, what are you—?” 

With one hand, Kento swiftly opens the bedroom door. You let out a small shriek when he throws you on the soft mattress of your king-sized bed, his large hands pinning your hands above your head. He has this carnal glint in his amber eyes as he stares deeply into yours, it was as if all his self-control was beginning to crumble right before your eyes — you’ve never seen him like this; a cool, composed and reserved man looking so disheveled above you—his dress shirt buttoned loosely, revealing his collarbones and the evident incarnadine flush radiating onto his cheeks. Truly, it is a delicious sight to behold, and the wetness dwelling between your legs only seems to grow the longer you stare at the man.

 “What a lewd woman, you are.” He mutters, his grip on your wrists tightening while his other hand trails down your chest, slowly pulling the towel down. “Was my sweet wife having fun playing teatime after leaving me to take care of this?”  

Before you can even utter a word, a sudden gasp leaves your lips when Kento grinds his hips against yours; the delightful friction of the erection growing in his trousers rubbing against your clit, your back arching in hopes to get more. “I missed you,” you say between heavy breaths, “I missed you so much—Ah! Y-You’ve been so cooped up in your o-office lately and ngh..”

Your words were cut abruptly by his lips, teeths clashed and tongues intertwined while his rough and calloused fingers trail up your torso, towards your bare chest in a teasingly slow pace. A muffled moan leaves your lips, only to be covered by your husband’s lips, as he teases your already erect nipples.

 “Tell me more,” said your husband, his lips leaving yours. 

With heavy eyes, you watch Kento’s lips trail to where his hands once rested. His tongue swirls around the mound before sucking on your skin harshly, and you rest your fingers tangled in his blond locks as he continues to elicit those cute sounds coming from your swollen lips.

“You’ve been so busy with your duties as the duke, and—Mhhm..!—I-I’ve been feeling so alone these many nights while I longed for you, so so desperately. I love you so much Kento—Ah!” You mewl out those words in unadulterated wanton, your voice all shakey, it almost sounds embarrassingly pathetic when your husband is doing nothing more than teasing your breasts rather than fucking you relentlessly in the mattress. You can barely care less about how you sound though, because his lips and touch alone are enough to send you into ecstasy. You want him to touch you more. The needy ache between your legs continuously grows more intense the longer he teases you. 

“H-Honey, ‘want more. Please.” You beg your husband, your fingers desperately trying to unbutton his wrinkled dress shirt. “I need more of you.”

Kento doesn’t reply back, continuing his little ministrations on your neglected mound. It is adorable seeing him so focused on pleasuring you, but the heat you feel in your pussy feels too overwhelming. You push your husband’s head away from your mound, his lips leaving your skin with a soft ‘pop!’ He glances at you questioningly.

It was a bold and sudden decision that you had made on a whim out of sheer desperation, but his reaction made it all the more worth it. As soon as your fingers leave his half-buttoned dress shirt, you hook your arms underneath your knees and spread your legs open, revealing your cunt drenched in your desperate juices. “Kento, I mean it when I told you that I wanted you to put a baby in me.”

His mouth is left agape at your sudden boldness, his eyes fixated on the juices slowly dripping out of your hole — his breath gets stuck in his throat as he watches your small fingers spread your pussy lips apart. “Kento, touch me. Please.”

“Shit.”

It is almost as if the string has finally snapped inside of him, because before his mind can even start to think properly, his hands are on your thighs, keeping your legs spread apart as he begins the merciless assault on your dripping folds; his tongue lapping at all your wetness as if he was animal thirsty for water. Kento almost groans at the way his finger stretches your pussy, his finger sliding in almost immediately due to your juices. “Fuck,” he curses under his breath, “you’re so wet for me.”

He slides his index finger in and out before adding a second finger to the mix. He starts off slow, but his pace gradually quickens to that of which is considered merciless. The sounds of your wet cunt getting demolished by his fingers echoes in the grand room, along with your cries of pleasure. Your hips thrash against his fingers, and you can feel the sensation of pressure that was building up in your abdomen intensifying the more that he pleases you with his large fingers. Within less than a second, you cum intensely around his fingers, a loud moan erupting from your throat as your body slumps against Kento. 

‘His fingers feel so much better compared to my fingers,’ you think to yourself as you try to recover from your first orgasm. 

While you attempt to catch your breath, you glance back to Kento only to watch him undress with your mouth salivating. It’s already a given that your husband would be incredibly fit as he often trains with the knights and hunts (while not forgetting the night you had consummated with him in the dark the past few months ago — you felt every crevice of his muscles) — but now, seeing it up close and so clearly — he is truly a sight to behold. You reach your arm towards his chiseled abdomen, your fingers drawing hearts across his skin, and your eyes travel lower past his abdomen; staring intently at the huge tent growing beneath his underwear. You want to get fucked by this man already, so so bad.

“Kento,” you say his name softly, tracing your fingers along the outline of your husband’s clothed erection before trailing back up to the waistband, tugging it down slightly to expose more of his v-line. He tugs his boxers down completely, and your mouth immediately waters at the exquisite sight. He is a lot bigger than you had remembered.

When he slowly rubs the tip of his dick against your folds, shivers trickle down your spine as you raise your hips to meet his, attempting to get him inside. 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He mumbles, his voice hoarse. “Look at you all spread open for me, desperate to get a taste of my cock.”

He slips his tip in, eliciting a sharp breath past your trembling lips, and then he pulls out. You whine out his name in a bated breath, your cheeks flushed in an incarnadine hue. Kento spares you a soft smile, almost as if it was mocking you, before he fills your hole up to the very brim — splitting your pussy open. 

“Oh fuck—Kento!” A scream slips past your lips, your eyes scrunched shut as a huge wave of pleasure rushes through your veins, sending goosebumps on your skin. Your husband is relentless with his movements, your legs spread apart by his strong grip.  The sounds of his skin slapping against yours along with cries of his name resonates across the bedroom, coupled with the intense squeaking from the mattress. “F-Feels so good—Ahn! Please—Please don’t stop—Oh!”

“You dirty woman,” Kento sneers, “we’ve just started and your pussy’s already so greedy for my cum by how tight you’re squeezing me. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to get my sweet wife pregnant—filled with all my cum.”

With that, he spreads your legs even wider and leans his torso closer to yours; his face merely centimeters away from yours. “I can feel you getting tighter,” He says, his hot breath fanning against your skin, “you’re getting real close, hm?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to properly reply though, as he trails his one hand down to your clit and rubs rough circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting a silent scream—your mouth agape and eyes rolled back as you ride out your orgasm, arching your back against his chest. 

You are barely given enough time to recover when Kento returns to work, his lips instantly connecting to yours while he thrusts his cock inside your sopping hole with a stuttering pace. His hands travel up to your breasts and gives them a harsh squeeze, the pace of his thrusts quickening. Your husband looks utterly delectable, his face scrunched up as he focuses on your pleasure, small beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. Pleasure fills your veins, and your cries only increase in volume the closer you are to reaching your second orgasm. 

Thoughts of you being all plumped up and pregnant play repeatedly in his mind, and it merely ignites his desire to pump all his cum into you. Breaths ragged, he stuffs his head into the crook of your neck, nails gripping into your hips as he continues to plummet into you. “K-Kento—!” You wantonly whine out his name, wrapping your legs tightly around your husband’s hips. “Cum inside me—please. Want your kids so bad.”

How can he not cum? Especially when the sight of his sweet wife being drunk on his dick is right before his eyes. With a groan (combined with a growl) of your name along with a string of curses leaving his lips, he stiffens up inside you; warm ropes of his cum coating your walls white. 

Upon pulling out, he watches large beads of white leaking out of your hole and he sticks his finger inside, pushing his cum back inside. You released a soft sigh in pleasure, your legs slightly twitching at your husband’s touch. 

“How are you feeling now?” Questions your husband, Kento. You reach your arm out to his face, your thumb tracing light circles on his cheekbones. 

“I’m a happy, happy wife,” you reply to him, laughing softly before leaning into his lips, giving him a soft peck. Kento chuckles lightly into the kiss. “Was I too rough with you?” He asks you once more, and you shake your head immediately.

“I think I’ve realized just now how much I enjoy being manhandled by you,” you reply back to him, giggling. “Rather, I enjoy seeing this new side of you.”

Your giggles quickly gets replaced by a slight gasp when your husband suddenly adjusts your position, your face and chest now pressed against the mattress with your husband behind you, his hand lightly rubbing his erect cock. Swiftly, you turn your head to Kento, your mouth agape as you are just about to question him but the sting of his hand on your ass immediately erases all rational thoughts in your mind. Heat immediately rushes to your face once more at the foreign, yet pleasurable sensation. 

“K-Kento,” you are able to utter your husband’s name, your arms already feeling weak from holding yourself up from the mattress. A shaky breath leaves your lips when he slowly rubs his cock against you from behind, your ears picking up a hoarse chuckle.

“I never said I was done with you,” Kento tells you, “not until I’m sure that you’ll get pregnant with all my cum.”

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[salaciousdoll]

Thrills, Chills, and Whores, Let’s Explore The Haunted Lore Here With Salaciousdoll

Before you take the tour with me, here’s what to expect: reader is Fem and a bit of an airhead in like two fics. You can continue to the Taglist if you are 18+ and have your ages in your bio’s.

Oct. 4

Mirrors featuring Risotto Nero

Tags: body worship, size kink, hardcore, dirty talking, voice kink, invisibility, mirror sex, etc.

Oct. 9

His messy dolly featuring Jugram Haschwalth

Tags: Royal au, spitting, impact play, temperature play, praise/ degradation, dom. Jugram, etc.

Oct.12

Girl Ride featuring Shinichiro Sano

Tags: body worship, spitting, biting, heavy impact play, breeding kink, etc.

Oct.17

Writing Helper featuring Kenpachi Zaraki

Tags: spit, daddy kink, size kink, talk through it, full Nelson, cockwarming, dirty talking, groping, etc.

Oct. 21

Break The Rules featuring Kenny Ackerman

Tags: Big exhibition, law breaking sex, marking, sir kink, teasing, vibrator, etc.

Oct. 25th-31st

Tear You Apart

Featuring…

Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Hiromi Higuruma, Shiu Kong, Toji Fushiguro, Atsuya Kukasabe, and Choso Kamo

Please be advised to the warnings of Smut, blind fold sex, a bit of cuckolding here for Geto, Groupsex, double penetration in one and two holes, food play, spitting, fluids( squirting, cum.), marking with a permanent marker, body worship, chubby reader implied but everyone can read, voyeurism, impact play, guessing game, spooky sex, reader is wearing a bunny girl costume, knife play, Shibari play in the first half( kinda like a warm up)

Nov. 6th/11th (CANCELED)

The Suite Life of Older Men and Women

Featuring…

Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Miche Zacharias, Onyankopon, Hange Zoe, Nanaba, Zeke Yeager, and Nile Dok

Please be advised to the warning of Smut, group sex, double penetration in both holes, handjobs, breeding kink, edging, cunnilingus, creampies, overstimulation, body fluids( spit, squirting, etc.), dirty talking, praise/ degradation, hard fuck, pussy eating, sloppy top, impact play( pussy slaps, slapping as and chest, etc.)

Nov. 16th/21st

Want The Whole Crew

Featuring…

Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Connie Springer, Floch Foster, Colt Grice, and Porco Galliard

Please be advised to the warnings of smut, groupsex/gangbang, double penetration in both holes and one hood, triple penetration attempt, spitting, squirting, a bit of cnc( consensual non-consent), masked men fucking you, voyeurism, voice kink, marking with marker, tit fucking, heavy degradtion and a bit of praise, pet names, recording( consensual)

Tags: @chosoist @simpingfor-wakasa @honeybleed @mastermindenoshimaalicia @happygoluckyalexis

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[seravphs]

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short/long fic:

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[vagabond-umlaut]

parterre

Lord Nanami is a knight, yes. A very esteemed one at that. But does anyone know he is an impressive gardener too? Well, he is— for he is the one, who caused these many flowers of these many hues to bloom in the landscape of your heart— so much so that you've not the slightest idea on how to manage them all well.

▸ knight!Nanami x lady-in-waiting!Reader; Historical AU; Tons of Tooth-Rotting Fluff; Crushes; Pining [is it mutual, however?]; Jealousy; Misunderstandings; Teasing; Did I already say this is so sweetly fluffy, you might end up with cavities? Oh. Okay. Cool :); Reader is so terribly down bad for Nanami, it's become a matter of mild concern; She is called a harmless little nickname by the princess here; THIS FIC WAS WRITTEN AS A LITTLE CELEBRATORY GIFT TO NANAMI NATION, AFTER THE FEAST THAT JJK 2.12 WAS FOR Y'ALL ;))

▸ Behold, the thesis I mentioned to you last night, Julie my sweetest pie. 🤭🤭🤭 Hope you'll enjoy reading this! 🫶🫶 @nanamikentoseyebags

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Nanami Kento is no simple man. He is one crafted wondrously by the heavens. A veritable evidence, if there ever were any, of the existence of some greater being— powerful enough to make a man such as the knight. Merciful enough to make him live in the same time frame and place as you do.

A wistful sigh falls past your lips as you begrudgingly tear your focus away from the training grounds and direct it to the scalding coffee at hand, though it takes but two mere two seconds before you find your eyes darting to the open window yet again– skimming over the many heads out there– wanting to find only one blond head– heart beating far too many beats when you hear the name of its owner being yelled out once again—

The utterance of your title in court drags you away from your frantic search, to the mildly smiling face of the princess: Sleepy, yes– But a lot more awake than she was five minutes ago. You rush to offer her your greetings, only to stop when she lifts a finger and tilts her head to the side, brows furrowed a pinch.

"That was Kento's name being hollered, wasn't it, Petals?"

You aren't certain which infuriates you more— that the princess used your childhood nickname well into your adulthood– or that she called Knight Nanami by his first name, a privilege he is known to grant to a very select few—

Compelling your face to shift into a smile, you nod. "I'm afraid it was, Your Highness."

"And was it yet another lady cheering for his victory in a match, huh?" she queries, kicking the covers off her feet and landing onto the floor with a loud thud. Wincing lightly, you quickly shake your head 'no'.

"It wasn't, Your Highness. The voice sounded much like Lord Haibara."

A quiet hum comes in response to your observation– soon shadowed over by the off-key singing of rather... indelicate songs, you're certain no one of an upbringing as royal and guarded as your princess should know— before the lyrics pause– all of a sudden– the moment she sits down at the table and looks out the window.

At the ongoing duel between Nanami and Geto, swords clanging and their bare chests shining in the early morn sun.

The very sight making every drop of blood in your vessels to rush to your cheeks, flooding them with colour– whilst your gaze roves with no trace of shame over the well-built physique of the solemn blond– lingering in particular on the toned muscle of his arms and forearms, flexing and extending as his fingers grasp the hilt of the weapon and the muscles in his legs strain against the tight fabric of his slacks, as the knight moves in a spell-binding dance of danger and tact against his opponent.

A huff of a chuckle escapes you when the former lands a solid hit on the latter; no one can match him in his prowess at wielding a sword; making a tendril of pride unfurl in the centre of your chest, only for it to shrivel in the heat of envy the princess' chortle ignites in that very same place.

You make no efforts to stop the words tumbling out your mouth next. Nor the tense frown which nestles into your tinted lips, throwing your face into lines and ridges.

"Is Lord Nanami courting you, Your Highness?"

"What!?!?" Not even an instant elapses before the exclamation leaves your listener. You continue, pretending to be unperturbed by the way innumerable shades of shock and incredulity colour her countenance.

"I mean, you call him by his first name, and he too does the same for you. Besides, the both of you have often been spotted to be strolling in the gardens together, easily chatting and smiling... not to mention the ball held last winter solstice when you two entered the ball, side-by-side— it is not only me who me who wonders so, milady," you add when you notice her back straigthening and she returning the cup to the saucer, "The court is rife with suppositions, on the nature of your relationship with Lord Nanami."

A beat passes in tense silence in response to your expressed musings— before the hush is disrupted by a very grave-sounding query, from the lady across. "What do you look for in a future life partner, Petals?"

"Me?" you ask, index finger pointed at yourself.

The princess gives a nod. "Yes, you, Your Grace."

Your nose wrinkles at such ill-considered usage of such high-ranking titles— nevertheless, you find yourself brushing those concerns away to mull over much more important matters...

A good while passes before you form a reply. Focus zeroing on a tiny coffee stain on your dress, you begin.

"Someone who is calm and collected, stoic and serious. He should be strong too, not just in brawn but in brain and matters of heart as well. He must be strict and disciplined, but must have a gentle, caring side to him too. Won't hurt if he's a traditional romantic, giving me flowers and sweet compliments instead of the terrible comments men say to the ladies these days. And..."

You trail off, losing yourself in your mind, before resuming, in a muted murmur this time, "It might be really nice if he lets me be of those few who can call him by his name– and he becomes comfortable enough, to call me by my name. And accompany me on walks in the garden in the afternoons. And perhaps, even, ask me to the balls where we may wear matching outfits, and present ourselves as a couple before all."

A hand comes to rest over your folded ones. You look up to find a bit too wide smile resting on the princess' lips. She offers your hands an easing squeeze.

Little does she know it does little to ease your turbulent emotions— a feeling which worsens with the observations she voices to you next.

"I was terrified your beautiful mind was tainted by the disease of idle inquisitiveness, as happens to most in this world with age, you know," she hums, standing up and making you sit in her chair, "I'm very glad to conclude, that's not quite the case. However– I cannot say your so lovely mind is disease-free either, my sweet Petals."

Your brows gather together in confusion as you peer at her, eyes in a narrow stare. She continues– smile growing a touch of tenderness.

"Your mind has been afflicted with the awful ailment of lovesickness. And–" she says, putting greater emphasis on her syllables, when you attempt to protest her statement, "it is usually incurable, unless very great feats of bravery are performed by the patient themselves, or in the off-chance, the fates decide to be helpful and the person behind the mess makes the first move— but I must say, Your Grace, you are very lucky to have me as your consulting physician— for I know what will provide you interim relief until either of them happens— want to know what it is?"

You take a moment to consider before returning a slow, unsure nod.

The princess beams. "It's the knowledge of the fact, there's someone who matches every criteria you mentioned, to a T— and that– he has his eyes reserved for none, except one beautiful lady-in-waiting, who stares at the training ground from the windows of the princess' room every single morning— looking as fresh and vibrant as the nickname, the princess insists on calling her."

Your friend pauses for a beat— not that you really notice it over the thrum of your blood in your ears and your heart in your chest— she inquires, "You understood the prescription, didn't you, Petals?"

A high-pitched squeal– so unseemly, so embarrassed, so jubilant– is the only response you manage, retreating into the cushion, hiding the warmth of your face and the stretch of your smile behind your palms.

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[gingerteawrites]

BY THE HEARTH: KING

A/N: I am so sorry for the delay in updating this series. School just started and between moving in, new classes and work, your girl has been a bit overwhelmed. However, I am so grateful for all your sweet comments about my writing, it means so much to me, and gives me the motivation to pull through and update. Be sure to read the previous part here before you continue with this. And as always, please let me know what you liked (or maybe did not like) about this chapter. Enjoy!

Content: Royalty!AU, Nanami x female reader, king Nanami, Princess Y/N, Widower Nanami, Toddler Yuuji, hurt, angst. Not beta read

Word count: ~1.7K

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ACT III:

“It has to happen your majesty, it is unbecoming of you to be alone”

“A king without a queen is a sign of weakness”

“The people demand it”

Kento often found himself fiddling with a fountain pen during meetings with the royal advisors. Sometimes it was out of boredom, his rough hands tracing the outline of the writing tool. Other times it was to focus, moving it in repetitive spins while he was deep in thought. Today though, he fought the urge to drive the writing tool into one of his advisor’s heads; nobles who kept droning on and on about a remarriage.

“An unmarried king is not much of an uncommon occurance” he enunciated calmly, trying to conceal his mounting annoyance.

“Well, your majesty is still so young. It would be a shame for you to remain a widower.” Marquess Kamo commented, his face twisting into a haughty expression. “Having a queen by your side is a sign of strength. Don’t you think you’ve grieved long enough?”

“A woman of good breeding is important to be by the side of every leader.” Another baron chimed in. His eyes gleamed with interest and a sly smile curled on his lips “My daughter would be a very agreeable choice, don’t you think?”

Kento’s movements with his pen halted, and he fixed the baron with a stern look, lips drawn into a thin line. The chatter around the large table died immediately, the members seemingly just taking notice of his irritation. The king stood up calmly from his chair and placed the pen on the mahogany table, the little *tak* it made causing some to jump.

Arrogant bastards with no real backbones. His eyes scanned their faces slowly, no longer attempting to hide his displeasure with the conversation.

“This session is over.” He announced. Kento adjusted his fur jacket around his shoulders, and swiftly exited the room.

A deep sigh escaped his lips as he walked into the great hall, closing his eyes for a second.

The king was known as a man of great patience. A man who was firm when it was needed, but one who always tried to give people the benefit of doubt. Someone who could be reasoned with. Now, he cursed this notorious tolerance. If he had perhaps been a more short-tempered ruler, his court would not have grown so audacious as to pressure him so obviously. To so obviously display their ploys for power. He had to end these talks.

Another political marriage, another situation of convenience. He kept on marching deeper into the giant room, already feeling the steady pulse of a migraine in his temple.

The king was a man who always did what needed to be done. When he came of age and he had to marry the noble that his parents had arranged for him, he followed suit without complaining. The duty of a King was to his people, and his people needed a queen.

He had tried to be attentive. Learned to love Kaori’s striking eyes and sharp words. But her interest in him waned too quickly. She grew bored of his stiffness and sense of duty. She prodded at him like her own little experiment, engaging in every maneuver to make him break character.

Still, he bared with his queen’s increasingly expensive spending habits and general distaste for his presence. When the time came to produce a heir, he did his duty, and out of the sour union came his son. When it became apparent that being a mother was the last of the queen's concerns, he took it upon himself to provide all the love Yuuji would ever need. And when he found her lifeless body on her chambers’ floors, next to the opium trays (her new habit he had insistently fussed about), he mourned sincerely and gave her all the honors of a royal’s funeral.

Kento had done his duty, to his own detriment, but for the prosperity of his nation.

What else do these damn people want from me? He ran a hand through his hair in quiet frustration.

He was about to branch into one of the corridors, single focus on the way head when a familiar voice called out to him

“Are you not supposed to be in a meeting?” He turned to see Haibara jogging over from the other side of the room. The heavy sword at on his belt clunking with his movements until he eventually reached Kento’s side.

“It ended early,” he replied curtly, trying to walk away but the man across from him quickly side-stepped to stand with his hands outstretched to block his way.

“Whoa, whoa, slow down there. Something tells me they finally managed to piss you off.” He remarked jokingly, lips curled in an amused smile.

Kento sighed again. Haibara was his closest friend, and often his only confidante. Their friendship bridged the gap dug by their difference in ranks. A king and a knight of low birth were an unlikely combination. One that was already frowned upon by many. However, maintaining this friendship had been one of the only selfish acts the king was guilty of.

His friend was always a light, but this light shone a little too bright now, especially as the pounding of a headache was starting to beat against Kento’s cranium.

“Haibara, not now.” He said, closing his eyes wearily.

Yu’s eyebrows quirked at his friend’s tone. His eyes immediately fixed on the door that led towards the meeting room Kento had previously emerged from, and he let out a quiet chuckle.

“Do those fools keep pushing the remarriage issue?” He asked, folding his arms in front of him.

Kento rubbed at his brows “Baron Zenin volunteered his daughter.”

“Greedy bastard.” the knight replied with an eye roll, sympathizing with his friend's wariness. “Come on.” He directed the pair outside, pushing the door open to let them into the giant corridor.

They walked past a few guards who straightened their backs and issued quiet greetings at the sight of the king, and kept walking in comfortable silence until they made it to the gardens in the North wing, closest to the king’s chambers. They finally sat down on one of the benches facing the big oak tree, and Haibara turned to Kento.

“Feeling better?” He asked in a teasing tone, eyeing his friend. Kento’s features had relaxed a bit, his headache beginning to wane in intensity. He nodded in response as he rested his elbows against his knees, and leaned his head on his arms.

“This is getting out of hand. Beyond these marriage talks, what alarms me more is the zeal they seem to have gained.” Kento spoke, eyes focused on the ground. The winter breeze brought a biting chill that ruffled the fur collar of his cream blouse.

“Power dynamics are always shifting, and it seems that they think they are in a position to get what they want.” Haibara commented, leaning back against the bench. “Regardless of what they think, your reign is strong so I don’t think you should be wary.” His eyes strayed from Kento’s form to the tree in front of them, dried out in the harsh winter air “But…”

Kento turned his head to look back at his friend, waiting for him to finish.

“Having a marriage might be the best way to get them off your back once and for all.” He concluded, still looking away.

Kento tensed once again, eyeing his friend with thinly veiled apprehension.

“What do you mean by that?” He asked lowly.

“Kento, my friend.” Haibara enunciated, tone diplomatic “I am not here to force you into anything you do not want to do. I am merely suggesting this as a solution. Marry someone from outside. Someone who knows nothing about this place, who won’t pick sides. That will make them shut up.” He explained, eyes returning his friend’s face. And maybe it will be good for you, were words left unsaid.

“They were pretty easy to convince.” Haibara noted with a look back at the meeting room, shrugging, heading the fleet of knights that accompanied the king on the diplomatic talks.

It had barely taken a couple of months to find an eligible bride, and the negotiations for the wedding arrangement were done in record time. All as a result Kento's efficiency.

“They’re a small kingdom from beyond the black sea. No convincing was needed.” He replied with practiced assurance.

“Still, accepting to give their daughter away so easily?” The knight commented to himself, and the whole group took a corner heading for the outside of the annex, walking towards carriages to return to the main palace.

As soon as the door to the royal carriage closed, Kento sighed, looking out of the window while his fingers worked to unbutton the top of his jacket.

Another marriage of convenience, another merely contractual agreement. But it would be on his terms this time.

What a cruel joke life can be, he mused, chuckling to himself.

Romance was decidedly not for him. And he would not tire himself out trying to make this work. He owed it to himself to be selfish this once. To Yuuji, he thought. This union would mean nothing.

And so the king did not explain himself when the entirety of high society fumed about his decision to marry someone from outside their political sphere. Someone who might not be easy to manipulate. He did not attend the welcome banquet thrown in honor of the princess’ arrival, merely sending pleasantries to her family. He did not smile to reassure her when he felt her trembling fingers at the altar. And he certainly would not spend their first night together.

His walls were up, and he was determined to keep them that way.

But that did not help the unfamiliar flutter he felt in his chest at the sight of this woman, now his queen, trailing soothing touches across his son’s arms. And for the first time, he actually looked her, her eyes wide and shining with an all-consuming light directed at him. He could not repeat what happened with Kaori. He would not. He wanted to scrape every semblance what she made him feel from his being. So he put up the wall, expression hardening in open suspicion.

“What are you doing with my son!?”

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[cindol]

cotton candy princess reader and her gingerbread man nanamin .

nanami kento x black coded fem reader

tw + — candyland fantasy au ,

cw + — nanami is a gingerbread man but he still looks human in someway, everything in this world is candy based ( obviously ) , reader is low key an workaholic, nanami and reader are friends with some romantic tension, slightly suggestive massage,

syn — to help the cotton candy princess, nanami gives reader a much needed distress massage .

a / n 🍭 : was suppose to be a drabble but it’s more longer (world building sucks ) ! Left on a cliff hanger because erm me bad at endings

back to candyland . ​divider creds : @ / anitalenia

If there was one man who always could hold you down it was nanami, ever since his teen years of spraying that funny ginger snap smell on his blonde hair he was always there for you, just some royal girl with a pink cotton candy afro.

and he definitely knew when you had enough and overworked yourself.

“Nanami have you scheduled that appointment with peppermint knight gojo? I remember him talking about wanting armor updates..”

“miss y/n.”

“oh! And lord licorice, that man can be difficult but please do try and get in contact with his people so that we could come in agreement.”

“y/n..”

“and black milk painter! I know he just moved into this kingdom but I’d like him to feel welcomed by the people and me, please do send a bouquet of chocolate cosmos to his house!”

“y/n!” he said it in a louder tone than usual making you stop your rambling and pacing back and forth around your office desk.

He sighed scratching the back of his head.“I apologize for shouting princess y/n but I can’t help but say perhaps you’re stretching yourself too much..”

you hummed, agreeing but still kept to your original thought.“but I am the princess nanami, I have to stretch myself for these people, time doesn’t wait for me, only moves forward.” It was hard for nanami to get to you, you were just that much a workaholic, working for everybody but never for yourself.

Walking to you nanami put a hand on your shoulder.“yeah? Well this kingdom would need their princess in tip top shape. Time moves forward but I’m sure you can take some time to yourself for one day.” If there was a drum set in here you would’ve heard a comical ‘bddst!’ at his time joke.

you whirred, putting a hand on your chin. Nanami was your assistant, a smart one and you would take his advice just this once.“fine fine.. just for this day since I must.“

Nanami had a soft smile at that.“good, then I can show you exactly what I have planned for you.” that got a confused hummed from you.

unbeknownst to you nanami had been planning a private massage day for you with help from the peppermint knight gojo satoru. As much as he hated the man he knew what a woman needed to relax.

The room he used for the massage session was some abandoned bedroom in the candy kingdom. The lights dimmed, hard wax candy candles lit around the room and a pink massaging table long enough for you body in the middle of the room.

For you this was foreign. You weren’t someone who got your hands dirty but more use to working all day, all night for your people. You didn’t understand how this would help you relax really.

You only chuckled in this pink towel covering your body stopping at your legs. Near the massage table was nanami with his sleeves rolled up putting lotion on his cleaned hands.

“Didn’t know you’re the one giving me this ‘much needed massage’ .” you put quotes on the words with pointer fingers with a quirky giggle.

Nanami just shook his head smiling.“you never asked but again, I didn’t expect you to be the type of woman who would know about massages.”

“what? the pink dress I wear around didn’t make me come off feminine enough to know?” You joked making nanami falter and a slight blush on his face.

You sniggered at his reaction.“oh I’m just pulling your leg kento, now let’s get to this anticipated massage yeah?”

Once it came to the massage you didn’t expect nanami’s hands to be so…. skilled.

His hands smoothed out every uncomfortable crack in your upper back. He was making it hard to not make some hum or grunt.“mmph.. really working those hands of yours aren’t you?”

“Can’t help too, it seems like you’ve never heard of doing a good stretch in the morning, princess.” He innocently added that princess but it made you grumble and a barely visible blush on your face, you knew nanami didn’t mean it any teasing way but with how he said that nearly in your ear while massaging your naked back made you feel funny.

Before you could make a whitty comeback his hands went down to massage your lower back getting a sharp gasp from him and another funny feeling in your stomach.

That made nanami stop his hands massaging your flesh.“hey, you alright there?”

You just coughed, trying to cover up whatever little noise you were gonna make.“just caught me off guard.”

[tsukimefuku]

Tactics

You and Higuruma finally go on your first not-date when you finally decide to give him an answer.

Tags: +18! SMUT, Jujutsu Kaisen, WITH PLOT (I'm a plot whore), Higuruma x OC/f!reader, reader is definitely falling for him, this is going to get messy, bj, edging, penetration, m!top x f!bottom dynamic because Higuruma is clearly a switch and so is f!reader, Higuruma is sort of a little shit and you love it.

The song that inspired this: Tactics - The Yellow Monkey (on YouTube)

This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU". A sequence of short stories and random drabbles for a Nanami x Reader x Higuruma long fic I might write. To see the ever-growing list of one-shots and short stories, please visit my masterlist :) 

Disclaimer these stories are NOT written and posted in chronological order of events. To see where this story fits in the timeline, please check the masterlist mentioned above. This takes place AFTER "Lover's Pass (Nxf!R)" and "The Event - Part 2 (Nxf!R)", that I'll post sometime along the next week.

The prickling feeling of love with you in the air, Biting into the rough sand, surrendering to the night. Won't you let me drink wine with those proud lips of yours soon? A man and a woman bound on a full moon night, eternally Intensely, lady, ah, gimme your love! Mysteriously, lady, I need your love! Occasionally, those lonely eyes you show, I can't tell if they're true or false. Honestly, lady, ah, gimme your love! Try to feel it, lady, I need your love! Swept away by your gestures, the passionate love dances within me.

— Tactics ☾ イエモン

Your face was flushed, but it wasn't due to the two glasses of wine you decided to drink that night. You and Higuruma were sitting across the table, officially on your first not-date with the man.

Earlier that day, you had called Higuruma, asking if he could meet you.

“Of course. It’s a date, then.” He answered on the other side, glad you called.

“No! It’s not a date! It’s a not-date.” You chided, barely noticing the blush on your face in the backseat of the car, whispering into the phone, while Ijichi drove you and Nanami to your next mission.

You heard a soft chuckle, and his voice was honeyed with delight. “Fine. Then let me take you to a not-dinner on our not-date. Okay?”

You could barely hold the smile forming on your lips as you said “yes. Sounds good.”

Then, after defeating the Lover's Pass curse with Nanami and having an emotionally charged conversation with him that didn't end well at all, you were on your way to meet Higuruma, to finally give him an answer. 

"So, what is it with you and Nanami Kento? You two seem very close." He asked, observant eyes on you, as he rested his chin on his hand, elbow on the table.

"Oh, you're a pretty straightforward guy, aren't you?" You asked, jokingly, taking a sip of wine. You were both in a restaurant, as he offered to take you to a not-dinner on your not-date. So you both decided on eating appetizers and share a half bottle of wine. After abusing your liver so much these past few days, you decided to definitely take it slow tonight.

"I like to think so." He smiled, avoiding a big witty comeback that could derail the conversation and help you avoid answering the question.

You sighed before responding. "We met around ten years ago, when I wasn't an actual Jujutsu sorcerer. He and Gojo came to my hometown, Odate, to work on a case that ended… Badly. After that, I left Odate. From what he's told me, that case was also the reason he left Jujutsu for years, too."

Higuruma was silently listening in between the clacks and clicks of glasses and cutlery that filled the restaurant.

"And how did you end up working for Jujutsu High a decade later?" He inquired.

"Gojo. He realized the higher ups were plotting to get me into 'custody' for working as a 'healer' under the radar around Japan, you might say, and he intervened, royally saving my ass." You chuckled, drinking some water and grabbing a plain dinner roll to take a bite. "He wanted to bring me here to Tokyo ever since we met at Odate, because he was sure I could learn reverse cursed technique to heal other sorcerers, but I was so angry at Jujutsu High at the time I couldn't bring myself to do it."

Higuruma tilted his head softly to the side, curious. "Why?"

"Long story short, the entire shitstorm in Odate happened because of their unethical ways of treating people outside the prized clans." You answered, sighing and leaning back on your chair. 

"Oh." 

"Yeah, ‘oh’ indeed." You shrugged. "Well, Gojo and Nanami are the two people in my life that still have some connection to my past, especially Nanami. We worked together on that mission from the first day to the last."

"I see."

"After I came to Tokyo, I started to go on assignments alongside Nanami for the first few months I was here. It was somewhat similar to our situation. I guess this is basically the entirety of the story. He became a close friend and someone I actually trust in the dirty world of Jujutsu." You concluded, taking an actual gulp of wine, trying to shove down your discomfort of talking about Nanami right now and having flashbacks of the night the both of you shared together. 

Somewhat satisfied with your answer, Higuruma leaned back on his chair too, starting to eat as he had his hawkish eyes trailing over you. His gaze was indecipherable, as you could almost hear the cogs turning in his head, seemingly… planning something? You could've sworn you saw the corner of his mouth twist up in a smirk.

***

You threw the keys over your tiny dinner table and invited Higuruma inside, as you both removed your shoes in the entry hall. When he made his way in, he was instantly overpowered by the multiple scents of different varieties of flowers and plants. Your entire apartment was covered with plant vases and greens, and had a beautiful light wooden floor that extended around the entire place. It was a little messy, but strangely welcoming, if you knew what to look for — somewhat like yourself.

"I'd like to talk and give you a proper answer, Hiromi." You said, sitting down on the couch, inviting him to sit beside you.

Higuruma nearly smirked at the sound of his name through your lips, but kept his composure. "About if we should continue our bedroom endeavors?" He answered, then smiling, as he sat beside you. 

You chuckled. "Yes. This not-date was lovely, but I don't know if we should proceed, and I'd like to talk about it."

The man hummed, kind of disapprovingly. "Here it comes. Tell me."

With a sigh, you began. "I have feelings for someone else. I do not intend to pursue any sort of relationship with this person, nor keep nurturing this, but I-"

"Did you like sleeping with me that night and would you like to continue?" He interrupted, looking at you, completely unbothered by what you were just saying.

You were taken aback. "What?"

"Would you like to keep having sex with me?" He inquired again. "I can tell you right now that I really enjoyed what we had that night, and definitely would like to do it many more times."

You were at a loss for words. "... I- I..."

"Stop thinking. This should come naturally. Just answer what comes first to your mind." Higuruma said, planting his hand over your knee while restraining himself from sliding his fingers up your thigh, knowing full well how that turned out the last time. He was very aware he'd have to navigate this with you carefully if you were to tell him how you truly felt, instead of running away, and he employed some of his old tactics to do so.

Interrupt you in the middle of a ready to go statement, surprise you with an unexpected question that addressed the main point he wanted to discuss, and rile you up in any way he could to lower your defenses. Truth was never calmly said — it was usually blurted out in shame or desperation. 

Your body trembled to his touch, and you were glad to be sober, or otherwise... Damn this man and how endearing, charming, and handsome he is. 

“So, what is your answer, my dear?” He inquired, pressing his hand over your knee. He was figuratively and literally pressuring the answer out of you.

"Yes. I liked it very much, and I'd very much like to do that more times." You spat out, smiling in utter embarrassment at your complete lack of self-control.

"Then that is the part which interests me," Higuruma responded, shamelessly leaning towards you with a gentle — yet mischievous — smile on his face, having you falling on your back in a second. He caged you in between his hands, holding the backrest with one hand, and the arm rest with the other. You put your hands over his chest and started breathing through your mouth.  You thought you should open the window, why is it so hot in here?

"Does it interest you?" This man knew, especially from your last pillow talk, you were like a bird. Prone to flying away at any sudden movements. So he decided to have a more active approach this time, because he knew exactly what he wanted — he wanted you.

"Yes. I-It does," you answered, body warm all throughout, as you looked at his mouth, biting your lips. 

That was all he needed. Higuruma buried his mouth to yours, pressing his tongue insistently against your lips. You welcomed him in, and his tongue teased yours as you began to take off his tie. He took both of your hands firmly using only one of his enormous hands, not squeezing them, still supporting himself to hover over you holding the couch's backrest. You halted your movements as he leaned back to look at you. "Not now."

His glassy eyed gaze and self-satisfied smile sent shivers down your spine, as he seemed to be taking bites out of you simply by looking. You smiled at him and asked, "bossy tonight?" 

"Kind of." he confessed, planting a quick kiss on your lips. Higuruma then got up, and kept looking at you, who was already becoming a little mess laying on your back, and nonchalantly put his hands in his pockets. "There is something I remember about the last time we did this dance, darling."

"Is there?" You asked, with half a smile, sitting up to look at him. "Is it the fact we seem to always start doing things on not-so-comfortable couches?"

He chuckled richly. "No. This time, it was a little intentional, not gonna lie." You were confused. "Last time, if I remember it correctly..."

"Oh, 'if you rememb-'"

Higuruma put his index finger over your mouth and instantly shut down your antics, making you go silent. "I'm speaking now, my dear." He smirked, sliding his finger under your chin, and proceeded. "If I remember it correctly, you got to finish twice. I only finished once. Does that sound fair to you?"

You shook your head, completely mesmerized at the effect he was having on you. You wanted to get on your knees immediately and unzip him, letting him face fuck you into oblivion, but waited, because at this moment he was leading the dance, and would dictate the next steps.

"So, do you have any idea how we could restore some balance?" Higuruma said, in a deep, gravely voice, as he lifted your face a little more, finally removing his finger from under your jaw.

Looking at the edge of his pants, your hands slowly made their way to unbutton them, but he held them in place. You whimpered, and he chuckled softly. "How do you say, darling?"

"Please?" You asked, rubbing your nose over his closed zipper. His erection was very evident at this point, and you huffed a blow of hot air over it, feeling his body vibrate softly.

"Good girl." Higuruma said, sliding his fingers through your hair, as you moaned to the sound of that. You unbuttoned his pants, unzipped him, and slowly removed them, alongside with his boxers, being met by his cock, already flushed with a red bulbous tip. 

"May I?"

He rested his thumb on your chin. "Put your tongue out."

You did as instructed, and could hear him groan at the sight of you presenting your mouth open, tongue sticking out to meet his needs. Higuruma grabbed his cock and grazed the tip over your tongue, moaning pleased, eliciting a whimper from you too. "Do you want it?" He asked, taunting you, brushing his tip, now slick with your saliva, around your upper lip. You nodded, both hands plastered over his thighs, longingly. 

In response to your nod, he used his free hand to delicately push your open mouth onto him, holding tightly to your hair as he did so. You felt you were already dripping in between your legs just to the taste of him, and began sliding your mouth up and down on his length, savoring it as you did so.

You made sure to press with your tongue every time you felt a particularly prominent vein, having Higuruma pulling his breath through his teeth in satisfaction. He began bucking his hips very gently, careful not to choke you, as you glazed his entire length with spit, moaning in appreciation. Even though he had you under his thumb right now, he was still very much preoccupied with you, so you put your hands on the sides of his hips, pushing him encouragingly. Following suit, his thrusts into your mouth became stronger and faster, starting to hit the back of your throat. You held your choking, and moaned louder, pressing his hips more urgently. He threw his head back, letting out a strained moan, as he began to effectively face fuck you with intent.

A few tears started pooling in your eyes, as you took his cock entirely into your mouth, eager to please him. Higuruma started to pump his girth sloppily into your mouth, panting, and asked, in-between moans, "can I come in your mouth?", to which you responded with a loud and muffled "mm-hmm". He then let go completely, bucking his hips with complete abandon against your mouth until you felt a warm splatter in the back of your throat, his cock pulsing as he came desperately.

You began swallowing his cum, sucking on his cock, feeling every spurt go down your satisfied throat, until you let go of it with an audible pop. Then, you looked up at him.

Higuruma was staring at you, and began brushing his hand on your cheek in a loving way. "So, now that we're even," he began, smiling in his blissful state, "we may go to the bedroom." The sorcerer offered his hand to help you, and you promptly took it. He pulled you up suddenly, and before you realized, you felt your feet swooping up in the air, with one of his arms under your knees. He was holding you in his arms, like a bride, and grinned as he tilted his head down to look at you. You put your arms around his neck for support, and couldn't help but flush so completely when he was gazing at you in such a lovely way. 

"You tend to get your face often flustered." He said, walking inside the bedroom. "I love it." Higuruma laid you on the bed and noticed you had a bedside lamp. He decided to turn it on, and you could see him under that half-lit daze.

Inside your room, the flowers smelled even stronger. Higuruma couldn't discern right now what was your flowery smell, and what the flowery smell lingering around your apartment. 

He put his knee on the mattress to climb on the bed, and removed his tie without breaking eye contact with you. Higuruma then started unbuttoning his shirt slowly, clearly teasing you, opening it up to reveal his beautiful body underneath. You stared at him shamelessly, and he noticed it, grabbing your hand, putting it over his abs silvery lit, making your body tremble in satisfaction.

With a chuckle, he finished removing his shirt and climbed on the bed, laying right beside you. Then, Higuruma put his hand right behind your waist and pulled you in for a kiss. You could still taste the wine on him, warm on his breath, and gasped the moment his hands began tracing the outline where your pants and your shirt met. Lost in your own haze, you rolled over him, removing your shirt with a tug. Sitting over his unclothed cock, you traced your fingers over his muscles, admiring the view. He had his hands up, splayed to each side of his head, and you grabbed his wrists, pushing them down the sheets. Higuruma's face blushed slightly, as he smiled at you. "Feeling bossy tonight, too?"

"Kind of." You replied, replicating his cadence. However, he effortlessly flipped his hips underneath you and had you rolling underneath him. Higuruma yanked his hands from your grasp and held your hands above your head, seizing the opportunity to grind his throbbing cock over your clothed sex, drawing a surprised moan out of your lips. Tonight, he'd break you gently, lovingly, in every way he could. "Too bad, my dear. Today, I'll be the one in charge." He let go of your hands and in swift moves, undid your bra, unzipping your pants and removing them calmly. 

Higuruma put two of his fingers over your lips, and said, "open up." You obliged, and he entered your mouth delicately with his digits, grazing them up with your saliva. You sucked on his fingers softly, while looking at him, satisfied at the sight of him grunting. Then, he traced his fingers down your body, ghosting right above your aching core. You tried bucking  your hips in the direction of his fingers, but the sorcerer noticed it, and pulled his hand a little further away.

"If you want it, ask for it." Higuruma chided, calmly, locking his eyes to yours.

"Please, touch me." You replied, desperate for some friction on your neglected bud. He seemed hell-bent on driving you mad this night.

"Oh, I didn't even have to say anything for you to ask nicely. Good girl." His praise came down on you like warm rain, sending waves of honeyed dewy satisfaction all over your skin. He pressed his fingers around your entrance, and gently pushed them in, having your walls clenching desperately pulsing around them. When Higuruma bottomed out his digits inside your pussy, he used his thumb to rub small circles on your clit, having you instantly trembling under his touch. He groaned, pleased, and said, "you look so pretty undoing like that."

His words sent shivers all over your body, as you felt every single hair pry up, electrically. You mewled and moaned, as his fingers stretched you out for his cock, throbbing and yearning for another release. As he felt satisfied enough with your walls fluttering around his fingers, he pulled them out, ghosting your entrance with the tip of his length. He got distracted for a moment, looking around. 

As if reading his mind, you put your hand on his shoulder. "I'd like to... feel you tonight."

He lifted an eyebrow, curious. "Are you sure?"

You nodded. Higuruma then took your hand on his, and gently kissed your knuckles, intertwining his fingers to yours as he pressed your hand beside your head on the sheets. Then, he teased the tip of his cock, sliding up and down your folds, stopping a few moments to press it against your bud, eliciting a whimper from you. He kept doing this to slowly drive you into a spiral, taking full advantage from the fact that he had already had an orgasm, and you hadn't. Watching you squirm, twist and turn under him was one of the best things he'd ever seen, Higuruma was sure of it.

"P-Please... Hiromi, I'm b-begging, please-" you pleaded, urgently, as he lifted both of your hands above your head and held them down firmly, putting his other hand over your hip to push you down the mattress.

"Ah... You look beautiful, asking for me." He pressed the tip of his cock in your entrance, and you gasped, as he thrust into you incredibly slow, sinking inch by inch, taking all the time in the world to weave your walls around his girth. Finally bottoming out, he pulled equally slow, and you were just about to weep in frustration, desperate to buck him into you relentless, but firmly held in place by his hand pressed against the plush of your hips.

"I need you... You're driving me mad-"

"Am I, now?" Higuruma asked, chuckling in between pleasure filled huffs, leaning over to hover his lips above yours. He didn't kiss you, though, and you couldn't press forward properly because the still held both of your hands above your head, limiting your upper body movements. You were just about to explode with all that buildup. "Then beg." He said, smiling, sliding his tongue quickly over your lips.

"Hiromi, please. P-please... Ah-" You huffed, "I beg, I plead, I implore. I'll do w-whatever you want, just please-" You looked at him, asking for him to have you, vulnerable and raw.

There, he had it. Your defenses dropped completely, and he finally started rolling his hips against yours intently, picking up a rhythm, sending your head spiraling and instantly making you feel dizzy in that stupor. You weren't even moaning anymore - you were actively yelling, arching your back on the bed, screaming his name. His body, his warmth, his smell, his taste, his name, it was all you had in your mind right now. You were completely Hiromi drunk, as he occupied all of your senses.

Not wanting to neglect your full pleasure, he drew his hand, previously on your hip, over your aching bud, and started drawing circles over it, eager to have you come completely undone under his touch and on his cock. You were so wound up by this point that your orgasm quickly came crashing down on you like an earthquake, cracking and breaking your convulsing body under him. Higuruma leaned down to kiss you, as he felt you impossibly tightening around his length, knowing full well that he wouldn't last long like this.

Right before he could press his lips to yours, though, he felt the desperate surge in his belly, and mustered up the strength to ask, in between grunts, "can I come inside you?" You said yes, and he let go, pressing a passionate kiss on your lips, as you felt him painting your walls inside with thick strands of cum.

You were panting into his mouth, after you both came down from your respective highs. After both finally opened their eyes, you looked inside his, and the way he looked at you, so intently, made your heart throb, sending butterflies down your stomach and raising every hair on your body with electric anticipation. Your face became completely flustered in an instant, and Higuruma noticed it. 

You realized the way you reacted to him definitely wasn't the way you'd feel if you just had a crush on the man. This was something else.

"What is on your mind?" He asked, letting go of your hands, and parting your sweat gripped hair on your forehead to lay a kiss. You quivered under him, and he felt it, letting out an almost unnoticeable grunt in satisfaction.

"You." You blurted out, before you could think of anything else.

He leaned back to look at you, eyes slightly wide, and an amused expression. "What now?"

You blinked repeatedly, insecure, not because you were completely naked under his body, but because you knew what you were about to say next.

"I believe I have feelings for you, too" You answered, surprised at how you said it, so naturally. “I’m actually sure of it. I do... Have feelings for you.”

His smile widened, and he pressed his lips to yours, heart fluttering content, lingering for a moment with the taste and sensation of you.

As he parted, he chuckled, putting one of his hands on your cheek and looking the most satisfied you had ever seen him. "Well, it's nice to know I wasn't barking up the wrong tree."

This charming asshole! You thought to yourself, in a mix of happy indignation and loving heart throb.

"Now, can I actually ask you out on a date and treat you to a proper dinner, please?" He finally asked.

Oh, this man would be the death of you. He surely had it all planned out. The not-date, going to your house, putting you against the wall, having you underneath his thumb, and every little move this bastard made. The worst part was that you loved every moment of it, just to have this former lawyer wiggle his way into your heart and whirl out a confession from you. Such a lovely bastard.

You smiled back at him, planting a quick kiss on his lips. "Yes. Anytime you want, bastard. Don’t think I didn’t notice what you did."

He laughed contently, brushing his lips against your cheeks, making his way down to kiss your jawline. You mewled quietly to the searing sensation of his lips on your sensitive skin, desperate for more of that. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Higuruma answered, mischievously. 

– 

End notes:

So, this is thoroughly inspired by the song "Tactics" (and I suggest you give it a listen, please!), and I loved every second of writing this one-shot. I really hope you guys enjoyed reading it just as much. <3

[0asisbliss]

600 follower event!!

A/N: Wanted to do a little something since I reached 600 FUCKING FOLOWERSSS🎉🎊🎊🎉🎉🎉🎉 I’m back in school so it might take me a little time with requests, BUT they will all be answered eventually.

Warnings: This event consists of gore, Yandere themes, explicit content, and other dark shit I failed to mention. If you don’t like that I request you skip over certain titles.

Anime list: HXH, JJK, DEMON SLAYER.

Context: The fanfics listed are the ones apart of the event. To participate in this event type 🧁 beside your request in the request box, and state your request.

Dates: August 6-21-2024

Request rules:

•No smut. Sorry not good at that.

•No scat, piss, or anything to do with bodily fluids.

What you can request:

•Non-con

•Gore

•Fluff

•Oneshots

•Poly 2-3

•AU’s

Quotes to request with:

1.“You must not think you’re leaving me are you?”

2. “Please come and hold me.”

3. “I’m always watching even if you’re not aware sweetheart.”

AU’s to request

•Monster AU

•Psych ward AU

•Zombie AU

•Apocalypse AU

•Vampire AU

•Royal AU

FANFICTIONS:

HXH:

Train ride- Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader

Forever bliss- Yan!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

Kiss and tell- Yan!Pariston x Fem!Reader

Peace of mind- Pakunoda x Fem!Reader

Sick husband!Feitan x Fem!Reader

JJK:

Retirement- Gojo x Fem!Reader

Sick husband!Higuruma x Gn!Reader

Sick husband Nanami! x Gn!Reader

How JJK characters react to you being really clingy

DEMON SLAYER:

Devotion- Gyomei

Coming home late with scars- Rengoku/Gyomei

REQS:

HXH-

🧁 Babysitting

[seiwas]

Hi hi sel <3333 hope you're doing well(๑'ᴗ')ゞ

Could you do iwa + soulmate au and nanami+ royal au ; please? (｡•́︿•̀｡)

hi kiku! thanks for playing with me! 🥺💗 i hope you’re doing well too!!

i’ll skip on the iwa one because i actually have a soulmate iwa thing in the works rn 🥹 i might save the collage for a moodboard when the time comes 🥺

as for nanami + royalty au:

blue to complement his golden hair.

nanami is loyal and considerate; your union may have been arranged for political gain, but he respects his role as your husband, and you above all.

the distance he keeps between the two of you is for that very same reason—there is no part of him that would want you to feel compelled to remain in his company. you were forced enough to even entertain this marriage.

in the late mornings, just right before midday, you take the horses. he follows a few meters behind to keep watch, should anything happen, but your horse tends to drag its hooves along the worn-down path, slowing its pace to match his own’s.

these daily strolls bring you closer—a connection of shared interests and a chemistry neither of you can pull away from. you learn then, that nanami loves to write; about his day, about thoughts that come and go, hastily jotted down so he may not forget—about you, and all the things he had been hesitant to tell you at the time.

he pulls one thing from the pages of his notebook, however, a question scrawled on almost every passage you appear in—

Do you delight in being my wife?

send me a character + a trope/au and i’ll do a mini collage like this!

[tragedytells-tales]

Artificial Avatar | The More, The

Miserable

Notes - OC oriented, Comedy with a hint of angst, Obey Me AU, the pacing on this one is rancid, Canon divergent, Dialuci

Characters - Feat. Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Grim, Ryo, Candy, Gidorah, Luka, Himiko ( Himiko and Ryo belong to @/absolutepokemontrash )

Summary - Ajay goes to RAD for the first time, finally meeting several new Avatars of sin.

TW - None

Warnings - Not proof read

[ Prolouge ] - [ PT. 1 ] - [ PT. 2 ] - [ PT. 2.5 ] - [ PT. 3 ]

The crunch of the toast and the sweet taste of strawberry, or what Mammon called bloodberry, jam was decidedly Ajays favorite way to start their day. They let out a pleasant little hum as they quietly watched Himiko finish cooking breakfast for Ryo, Grim, and Mammon who got up just slightly later than the messy haired teen.

"It's probably because her spring break just started," Himiko had explained. The hushed clanging of pots and pans had only just started, but Himiko didn't seem as pleased as she did yesterday. "I hope she remembered to set her alarm for RAD today."

"What's a spring break?"

"It's a week where students take off from school for the beginning of spring, at least in the human realm. Since spring doesn't exist in RAD, they don't get that."

"What's a RAD?"

Himiko looked up from the slowly heating pan and turned to the teen who had just settled in a chair. For a moment she thought to question how they hadn't known what RAD was, but then again they also hadn't known what normal food was. So maybe it shouldn't really be a surprise.

The more she learned about the kid the more questions she had.

"RAD, or the Royal Academy or Diavolo, is a school that every demon attends starting from kindergarten to college." She explained as she tossed hashbrowns into the pan. "You will actually be going to RAD with Lucifer and Ryo today, but you'll be staying with Lucifer for the week so remember to bring your bag."

"Okay Lady Himiko."

The kitchen settled into silence after that either only the sound of shadow hog frying on a pan to occupy it.

For a moment Ajay could hear a whisper bloom from the shadows nearby.

"Is Lady Himiko truly anything like what your guardians told you?"

And then another.

"This is temporary. Don't be naive."

Ajays eyes narrowed on their lap. They felt a small ball of something bitter swell and stir, as if something shoved it into their chest and the feeling got comfortable. Their gaze drifted back up to Himiko just as shots of green and black struck through their eye.

"Can I bring Mr. PanPan with me to RAD?" Ajay asked.

The voices retreated and Himiko glanced at Ajay out of the corner of her eye, a raised brow. For a moment she thought to question why the teen had asked that after around twenty minutes of silence, before shrugging and continuing.

"You can't bring stuffed animals into RAD, no." She hummed, setting a third plate next to two other larger ones. "But you can bring him with you to Lucifers."

"I can?"

"I'm sure he won't mind that much. He may be a grouch, but he's a reasonable one."

The sound of half asleep grumbles from the halls put a pause on the conversation as Ryo and Mammon made their way into the room. Grim had decided to ride Ryo like a chariot and sat atop her head, yawning widely before settling down in his own designated seat.

"Good Morning you two." Himiko chuckled.

All she got were affectionate grumbles in response, so she ruffled their bed heads in retaliation as she moved to her own seat.

Ajay took that as their cue to hop off of their seat and start on their way to gather Mr. PanPan to leave in the few minutes they still had at the Nanami-Morningstar household.

"You're not gonna finish your breakfast?" Ryo called through a mouth full of her own food. She gestured towards the still mostly full plate, also decidedly ignoring Himiko's small scolding, and turned to face Ajay.

The half demon only shrugged with a quiet "I'm full." Before they started down the hall.

Grim took his chance and scooped the rest of Ajays food onto his own plate with a wide grin, "more for me!"

The knock on the door came right on time, if not a few seconds early. Himiko was the one to answer, swinging the door open with a small greeting as Ryo nudged Ajay towards the man in the doorway.

Mammon looked over and scanned the fourteen year old a raised brow, mostly noting their lack of luggage aside from the stuffed panda that hung on their hip. His eyes drifted towards Ryo, then the area surrounding them, before pointing to the non existent bag on their shoulder.

"Is that all that you're bringing?" He asked.

The teen titled their head and blinked, "It's all that I have."

"Oh yeah, ya came from the dungeons."

The ravenett in the doorway smirked with a small rumbling chuckle as he turned to the demoness, "Surely you didn't already take them into your makeshift orphanage, Himiko."

Himiko, as eloquent as she was, decided to go for the straight forward response of, "Watch it, Lucy."

Ajay titled their head at the exchange and gave the group a cautious frown, looking between Himiko and Lucifer. Himiko turned to the teen a small smile, mostly in an attempt to counteract Lucifer's neutral glare.

"You already met him at the castle, but this is Lucifer Morningstar the Avatar of Pride." She introduced, vaguely gesturing in the demon direction.

"Or uncle Lucy." Ryo chimed.

Lucifer's expression shifted into a hard frown that he shot towards the half demon, "Do not call me that."

Mammon strode over his big brother with a roll of his eyes. He leaned most of his weight on him and lightly punched him in the shoulder as he dropped his voice to a whisper, "Quit your glowerin' big bro, you're gonna scare the kid..." he tried.

Lucifer glanced towards the teen and Mammon caught sight of the hesitant glances they kept throwing towards the Avatar of Pride.

"Nevermind you already did."

Lucifer simply shrugged in response and turned to Ajay and Ryo, "Anyway, let's go."

Both teens started toward the elevator, one skipping along while the other strode a few steps behind. Ryo had yet to convince them that this behavior in particular was weird, but the kid was a weird one overall.

Lucifer reached out to stop Ajay for a moment, "I'm going to drop you off at RAD and you will get settled into your room and the dorm after school."

The half demon nodded before darting off to stand by Ryos side, leaving the three adults alone in the living room when the elevator doors closed.

...

"You could've at least tried to be friendly." Himiko mumbled.

"I was."

"No you were not?"

The large castle-like structure of RAD slid into view quickly, its warm orange lights and many windows illuminating the inside to give Ajay a slight peek into the schedules of the bustling teachers and staff.

The entrance to RAD wasn't as grand as the castle, but still had a flair to it that matched its environment while still standing out as important. That was specifically noted by the large RAD symbol etched into the stone ground.

Students and staff alike chatted around the entrance, making it clear that school hadn't started yet.

The Avatar of Pride handed Ajay a backpack that the teen wasn't sure they'd seen him have before. It was basic in style but weighty.

"This is the only time we'll be driving to RAD." He explained, waiting for Ajay to adjust the bag before dropping it on their shoulder. "During your stay at the House of Lamination my brothers and I will be walking you to and from school."

"What about Ryo?" Ajay questioned. The princeling didn't look up from her phone.

"She also walks to and from school."

"Isn't that dangerous?"

Lucifer raised a brow at the teen, as if the question itself was ridiculous in thought. "She has a father and several of the strongest demons in hell to protect her. You have neither. Who do you think is in more danger?"

The teen, in response, simply blinked and tilted their head. "...Her?"

"Oh. You're dense." Lucifer spoke bluntly and swore he could feel the tell-tell signs of a migraine already starting up in his skull. Just how much trouble had Diavolo gotten him into this time?

"Anyways, Ryo will walk you to the high-school sector and drop you off at your first class. In your bag you'll find everything you need for your classes today, including a D.D.D to stay in touch with Ryo. Don't cause any trouble for me or king Diavolo. Understood?"

"Yes Lord Lucifer." Ajay nodded. They stood up slightly straighter, like a perfect little soldier if Lucifer had to describe it.

"Loosen up old man, how much trouble can this kid really cause?" Ryo rolled her eyes and grabbed Ajays arm with a light tug. She started for RADs entrance, dragging the teen at her side to keep up with her pace, "Let's go before we're late, not that I care but you probably would."

"Okay."

The doors to RAD swung open easily, mostly with either magic or Ryos strength, Ajay couldn't tell. But the second the two stepped into the school the hallway went completely, and awkwardly, silent.

The teen had only been taught so much about the royals, though most of it was word of mouth from two of their guardians about how horrible they are, one of them had taught them the history of how all nine Avatars came to be. But they mostly understood how well respected and renowned they are.

So when they walked into the halls of RAD, they expected the students to turn their full attention to the princette of the Devildom, maybe bow or at least greet her with praises or something. But instead, a harsh uncomfortable silence settled into the hallway as most of the students stilled, while others almost completely ignored her or ran away.

Ajay thought to question it for a moment, but Ryo didn't seem to be that surprised. If anything, the princette only looked slightly bothered but not annoyed.

"Why is everyone ignoring you?"

"Eh, let's just say I wasn't the best brat in my youthful years." Ryo grumbled, crossing her arms slightly tighter over her chest as her eyes flicked to the side. The few demons her age they landed on stiffened. One glared while the other tugged their friend's hand and scurried off somewhere.

If she didn't look annoyed before, then she did now.

"Aren't you sixteen?" Ajay spoke unfazed, looking from the demons back to Ryo with a neutral stare.

"It was so many moons ago."

"You just got back from whatever school it was two days ago."

"You really don't know how to have fun, do ya?" Ryo shot back. The half-demon didn't look the least bit affected by the sarcasm, instead they just looked more confused before shrugging it off as if suddenly deciding that they didn't care for an answer.

Before the silence around the two could be awkward, or Ryo could pick Ajays brain, the sound of rushing footsteps startled the Avatar of Misfortune to attention. A blast of pink hair blew past her and straight up to Ajay in a blur of gray and other colors.

"New kid, new kid!" The younger demon launched themself at Ajay faster than Ryo could blink. Right before they got slammed to the ground with lighting speed.

Ajay grabbed the demon's wrist with one hand and grabbed the front of their uniform with the other, less human, one. They hoisted the demon into the air with ease and body slammed them to the floor without hesitation.

Ryo laughed out loud, but the shrill ring of the bell rang louder.

"Ah shit- that's the bell for class." The princeling rushed and typed out something quick on her D.D.D. Ajay heard a small ding come from one of the pockets of their backpack before Ryo pocketed her phone.

"I sent you your schedule and the location of your first class, it should be pretty easy to find on your own. Ask the teachers for directions afterwards! See ya Ajay!"

The princeling turned on her heel and rushed down the hall towards where Ajay assumed the older teens attended. She was out of eye sight within a millisecond, leaving Ajay completely on their own.

Reaching into the pocket they assumed their D.D.D was held, they pulled it out with their robotic hand and stared for a moment.

...It was more lo-tech than they were expecting. It didn't look like anything close to the technology they were used to in the lab. They almost debated simply downloading the data into their arm after-school, but decided against it.

They found the map for school easy enough, and found their class surprisingly quicker. Not without bumping into a few students and getting growled at by a few others when their solid metal arm jammed into their backs.

The school day flew by quicker than the half demon expected. But the thing that surprised them the most was the difference in lunch times. They didn't think they were going to sit with Ryo, far from it, but the demon texting them the menu an hour earlier had confused them more than the slang the other teens kept using throughout the day.

Just as Ajay was beginning to get used to the idea of eating lunch alone their attention was caught by speed walking footsteps. As they looked up, their vision was filled with a RAD student skirt, one that was dabbled with bright spray paint spots, a few stitches, and a jacket tied around it. The owner of both simply crossed her arms and let out a giddy hum.

"Sooo, you're new here huh? First day and you're already getting into fights, good job!" The voice said with a small giggle. "Really! I've never seen a move like that! Not even when the princeling went on a rampage a good year back!"

Ajay frowned and turned up to the voice to find a demon with large light purple eyes and pink-orange puffy hair that was pulled up into two buns. She was smiling wide down at them with shark-like teeth and crossed arms.

The girl held out a hand towards Ajay before taking it back when their confused frown only grew worse. She shrugged, unfazed or unbothered, and introduced herself.

"The name is Candy, current record holder for most detentions and the demon you bodyslammed earlier!"

"Oh."

A different voice spoke next, this one slightly deeper than Candys' and with a hint of an accent. "Which isn't something to be proud of, but she doesn't have much."

"That ugly rat is Luka." Candy huffed, pointing somewhere over her shoulder and right towards the demon with blue eyes, black side parted short hair, and a small playful smile. He stood slightly further back and gave Ajay a nod of acknowledgement before quickly looking away.

"Guys, don't scare the new kid." A third voice chuckled. This one was softer than Candys' and higher pitched than Lukas'.

Candy rolled her eyes and plopped herself next to Ajay. She nudged their arm and gestured over to the green eyed, black and green haired, golden freckled girl standing slightly closer to the two.

"That mom friend who needs therapy over there is Gidorah." Candy explained.

"Why are you sitting here?"

"Because we wanted to sit with you. New kid and all y'know."

"I do not know."

"Okay then! Anyway, what's your favorite color?"

"King Diavolo, I don't believe it's a good idea to let Ajax-"

"Ajay."

"Ajay join gym class, at least not without power inhibitors or something. Or maybe seeing a doctor because what they did in the first place wasn't normal, your highness."

Now, in Ajays defense, they didn't exactly mean to cause one of the gym walls to collapse or to cause a chunk of the concrete to crack. They were told to not hold back against the other team in dodgeball, even though they didn't know what the phrase "hold back" meant.

So here they stood in the student council room before several new, colorful haired, Avatars of sin that they only knew by name alone.

"I see..." The demon king let out a loud sigh and cast his hazel eyes over the teen, who looked nothing less than confused. "Yes, that is going to be a problem. We can't have the gym getting destroyed every other day."

"They collapsed an entire wall." The orange haired demon whispered, staring at Ajay with wide disbelieving eyes.

The pink-ish haired demon next to his side glanced at his brother with his head in his palm. "Why do you sound so surprised, you do that when someone eats your custard, Beel."

"But they're scrawny..."

"If the peanut gallery wouldn't mind keeping it down." Lucifer, who currently looked half ready to smack someone upside the head, interrupted.

The green eyed demon flicked through a few papers, which Ajay still found strange, before he looked up to address the room with a hand on his chin. "The damage the gym sustained will require a healthy chunk of this month's budget to go towards fixing it. We'd have to cut-"

Diavolo cut off the Avatar with a shake of his head. "No, that won't be required. I'll pay for the damages myself. After all this was my mistake." He hummed. The room went silent, but Diavolo simply turned to the gym teacher with an embarrassed smile, "I meant to give them inhibitors before they went to gym, but I got so caught up in work that I forgot."

"More like his date with Lucifer..." The purple haired demon mumbled with a small giggle. This earned him a glare from Lucifer, a few chuckles from the other demons at the table, and a tired strained smile from the teal haired demon who had barely spoken since the meeting started.

"Well then, I will have preparations for the repair of the gym begin tomorrow morning, my lord."

"Well that was resolved quickly. What about them?" The gym teacher jolted a thumb in the half demon's direction, finally catching their attention.

Diavolo narrowed his eyes on the teen for a moment, watching them stand as still as a statue. "They will be let off with a warning," he decided, "a formal apology letter to your teacher will be written by tomorrow. Understood Ajay?"

The teen turned their attention to the king with a small nod, "Yes your highness."

"Aww, they’re so polite!" The pink haired demon cooed.

"Do we all agree that this is a fair consequence?"

"Yes."

"Sure."

"I don't see why not."

"Mhm."

The gym teacher stared down the half demon for a moment before nodding with a shrug. As long as it wasn't coming out of his paycheck or the gym budget, he didn't care that much anyway.

The blue-ish haired demon looked less than pleased, even sinking back into his chair. "I can't believe I got called out of class for this. It's the only easy one that gives me time to catch on the earliest updates of my favorite webcomics."

Lucifer slowly turned to look past Mammon's seat and glared down at the purple haired demon with daggers in his eyes. The energy in the room shifted, and Ajay could've sworn that Lucifer was the Avatar of wrath himself.

"Are you complaining about attending your student council responsibilities? And what are you doing on your phone when you're supposed to be focused on class?"

"Oh no..."

"And with that, this student council meeting can end here." Diavolo rushed.

The gym teacher turned and stared at Ajay for a moment, a question at the edge of his lips. What he saw that child do was unlike anything he had seen before in all of his years alive. But before suspicions could settle in, a stern smile from Diavolo shot it down. The demon sighed and left the student council room with a sharp turn.

The Avatar of pride tore his attention away from the purple haired demon to give the teen a barely softer glare. "Remember when I told you this morning not to cause trouble for me or king Diavolo?" He asked. His voice dropping into a tone that Ajay couldn't exactly place.

They knew they were in trouble, but not the kind of trouble their guardians normally threatened, clearly.

"Yes?"

"And yet only one day here and you're already causing property damage to the school."

The purple and white haired demon lifted his head up for the first time in a while and glanced down at the teen with an amused hum, "Satan's record was actually a few hours short of yours."

"You guys keep a record?" The blonde demon questioned.

"We will discuss this further at the House of Lamination since it is the end of the day, grab your things and meet up at the entrance Ajay."

"Okay."

That bit of the conversation caught the attention of the several other demons around the room, all with a range of looks of shock to completely unbothered.

"Wait, hold up, hold up." Belphegor shot up and whipped his head around to face Lucifer, "They're coming to live with us?! Since when, and why weren't we told about this?!"

"You didn't tell your brothers?"

"I did. I texted them each individually. He has me blocked."

The walk to the House of Lamination felt like an eternity plus some to Ajay. Mostly because several of the brothers, Asmodeus, Satan, and Belphegor, wouldn't stop peppering them with a number of questions. A few of which they physically couldn't answer even if they wanted to.

More surprisingly was when every one of them walked into the house with Lucifer instead of eventually leaving to go off to their own homes like Ajay assumed.

That was, until the realization struck the half demon like lightning.

Ajays eyes widened ever so slightly, barely showing the actual shock behind them.

"All of you live together?"

Lucifer turned to them with a frown, yet again looking at them as if they just asked one of the stupider questions he's heard. "Yes. Me and my brothers, except for Mammon, live in this house."

The teen raised a robotic finger and counted, horror and disbelief slowly growing up until the number hit six. Six people in one house, counting themself made seven.

"...All of you? In one house?"

"Yes, child." Lucifer narrowed his eyes on the half-demon, waving away the giggles that poured from his brothers. If it weren't for the forewarning that Ajay was generally quiet, they would've been cackling. That he was sure of.

This was it, Ajay was sure that if their guardians didn't find and kill them, or they didn't die fighting the Avatars whenever that was supposed to happen, then this was it.

Living in a loud, chaotic house with six other people would do them in.

( Ryo-yo )

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AN - Ajay suffers their worst fate ever. Being put through normal teenage things, accidentally breaking down walls, and living with more than three people who want to interact with them.

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Pomegranates and Cream

An Aladdin AU

Pairings: Satoru Gojo x f!bodied reader, implied Suguru Geto x f!bodied reader, implied Kento Nanami x f!bodied reader, implied Sugur Geto x Satoru Gojo, implied Kento Nanami x Satoru Gojo

Genre: Heavy smut with a tiny bit of fluff.

Warnings: Established relationship, dom/sub undertones, bondage, nicknames (sugar drop, sultana, beloved), exhibitionism, voyeurism, the reader is a princess, Gojo is a prince, oral(m!receiving), handjobs, blowjobs, boobjobs, aphrodisiac cream, humiliation kink, praise kink, male orgasm, dacryphilia, implied knife kink, dubcon (if you squint), discussions of threesomes.

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A/N: This was requested by the lovely @princeasimdiya12! Thank you for the request! I had a lot of fun working on this; it turned out so much better than I thought it would. Subby Gojo is the best. If enough people enjoy this, I might even write a second part... Let's hope the mood hits though.

When the news of the princess choosing to marry a commoner had first spread through the sultanates of the desert, many had mocked her decision to sully royal blood. Some thought her foolish, choosing love over a political alliance, and some thought her cunning to strengthen the bonds she held with her people. 

To fight the rumours, or perhaps enhance them to her liking, the sultana-in-waiting plunged herself into her work, pouring blood, sweat, and the brine of her tears into creating a formidable reputation for herself. 

Meanwhile, the prince consort, freed from the title of street urchin now indulged in every delight of the palace, hosting lascivious parties and grand feasts, pleasing guests of the nations that hoped to exploit his princess, twirling them in dizzy circles till they could no longer tell friend from foe. 

And when the newly made royal couple retired to bed each night, they put their skills new and old to use. Surviving in the streets had not been an easy task for Satoru, and he boasted many skills in his arsenal, the honey of his tongue that had been useful in situations one and all now used to bewitch his princess alone. 

On the night of their marriage and maiden tryst, his princess had shown Satoru that she was no blushing virgin, and her royal authority had shone through the first time she had climbed atop him, a beringed hand tightening around his neck. 

His princess’ life had grown taxing since, and Satoru had decided that his duty to the sultanate would be performed by keeping his princess stress-free — which is how he found himself here, bound hands and uncovered feet tugging at the scarlet rope securing him to the posts of their marital bed in his princess’ chambers. 

“Comfortable?” she crooned in his ear, the beads and jewels strung around her neck beating against the soft skin of her breast.

“Yes, my sultana,” Satoru breathed, and his princess smiled brightly at the title. 

“My good little prince,” she whispered, leaning down to tuck a lock of pale hair behind his ear. He always loved when she touched his hair, how she’d compare it to the snow of the mountains he’d never seen, to the downy plumage of owls from her fantastic stories. “How obedient you are.”

“I am enchanted by who gives the orders,” he rasped, arching upward in search of her mouth. He only found the skin of her collarbone, pressing a chaste kiss to the dip beneath the sharp plane, right above where the weight of her breasts swung heavily, where the heart he loved beat sharply. “How could I not be obedient?”

She tsked at his action, pulling his hair slightly, a moan drawn from his throat now streaked with the salty dew of his sweat. “Do you remember what we spoke of?”

Satoru nodded, biting his lip in anticipation of the gag that would soon rest against his tongue. “Two hooked fingers if I need to stop, sultana.”

His princess traced a sharp nail over his jaw. “Good.” 

Satoru exhaled shakily, watching as his princess pulled the long strip of satin that secured her hair and bundled it to place between his lips, saliva pooling to moisten the soft cloth scented of the jasmine milk she bathed in. The bindings of her breasts followed, securing his gag in place, and he glowed at the sight of her unfettered bust.

His princess showed him a copper bowl then, warmed over a candle, its contents liquid and creamy. Smearing some over her hand, she reached for the semi-stiff heat of his cock, a lewd sound issuing as she slicked her hand up and down, smearing the cream over the skin beneath the pretty mushroom head of his sex, the soft pad of her thumb pressing into his sensitive slit.

Unable to help himself, he bucked into her touch, a slobbery whimper leaving his breathless mouth. His princess was so ravishing it drove him mad.

She pushed herself to her knees, drawing the shimmery pale curtains around their bed. A spike of desire and panic coursed through him. Did she have more plans for him? A secret she had deigned to tell him of? He hadn’t the slightest clue, but couldn’t help a sliver of pride; sultanas ought to be good at manipulation. 

The blush-blossom-dyed curtains obscured Satoru from the room, but his princess’ gaze found him regardless, a sly smile on her plush berry lips. “Be silent, my prince.”

A shiver went through him, but not from the breeze that had swept in through the wide balcony. No, the cause was entirely something else. 

His princess made sure to check the quartet of ropes that secured him to the bedposts, pulling a raven feather-stuffed coverlet over his long, bare limbs. It did little to hide his swelling length, forming an embarrassing peak, but he appreciated the warmth nonetheless.

“Listen closely, Satoru.” He moaned softly at his name on her tongue. “There is something I have neglected to tell you. The Sultan of Kalasahn requested to meet with me a few weeks ago, and I did accept his invitation. He arrived half a sandglass ago, and it would be rude to not grant him an audience, even if it is an informal one.”

“Whmm?” Satoru felt himself tremble with jealousy at the thought of his princess granting any sultan a private, informal audience — but his princess had taken his words from him, and his helplessness struck him most severely. 

It was a shame his wife was so adept at reading his expressions, and her lips pressed into a line. “I can see you are displeased, so I will make you a deal. Be good, Satoru, my dear, and I promise to make it up to you.” 

The suggestion in her voice was enough to undo the bound prince, and he nodded so hard the bed shook with his vigour. Then a knock came on the door, and a slow burn heated his cock, and Satoru realised the gloriously terrible fate he had doomed himself to. 

“Sultan,” his princess greeted the strange man, bowing in deference.

A wicked smile was on his lips as he regarded Satoru’s wife. “Princess,” he did nought but incline his head, his eyes finding the sumptuous valley that the cut of her decadent amethyst blouse displayed. 

Rage, hot and crimson pulsed through him, but instead of passing as it usually did, Satoru felt the heat go straight to his stomach, enhancing the slow burn warming his cock. The effect of the cream was strange, disconcerting and so incredibly sultry all at once, the way it felt like his princess’ mouth around him but with an extra, secret edge. 

The gag kept the worst of his sounds at bay, but a little mewl broke from him, his legs tangling restlessly in the coverlet.

His princess indicated the spread of jewel pillows, striped rugs and furred throws on the floor. “Do find your comfort,” she smiled her tigress’ smile, reclining on the spread herself, casting a subtle look at her lover.

“I have come here to discuss politics,” the man said, but his gaze drifted to places only Satoru had the privilege of touching. He felt himself leak at the thought.

“There is no shame in being comfortable when we do.”

The man tossed his bilious robes. “Your method of business is refreshingly… different, I must say, princess.”

She let her gaze find her hidden prince, blinking to reassure him as she checked his hands. Satoru’s cock burned at the eye contact, the cream now ramping up to a sensation that felt similar to being sheathed inside his beloved — nothing could truly compare to that heaven, but the cream was trying really hard.

“I am to be sultana regnant, the true heir to my father’s kingdom. If I do not define myself, then who will? It is better to be different than forgettable.”

The man laughed, watching hungrily as she bit into the red flesh of a pomegranate, the ruby seeds splitting beneath her teeth, juice dripping down her throat. Satoru’s mouth watered at the sight; how he wished he could lick up that crimson dribble. 

“Princess,” the man sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. He had not dared take a seat. “As a sultan, I am bound by both a man’s honour and a king’s honour. Let us speak tomorrow when the sun shines on secret things.”

She had expected this, had relied on it. The sultan was already in her jaws, and he did not know it. She sucked the juice from her fingers, and Satoru almost revealed himself then, his desire too strong to hold back. 

“As you wish, sultan.”

When they reached the door, the sultan turned abruptly, his eyes wandering to rest on the curtained bed. Satoru’s heart sped up as he felt the man’s gaze burn through the veil that separated the two halves of his princess’ life, which threatened to expose the risks she liked to take if drawn. 

His princess kept her calm as Satoru tamped the urge to wriggle under the weight of the man’s gaze, blood rushing so quickly to his cock that he was left dizzy, the heat of the lotion reaching a level that was excruciating and delectable, his hips fucking up into nothing.

“You certainly keep a host of secrets, princess,” the man said, tucking a loose strand of his long hair behind an ear. Had he seen through to the heart of the power dynamic that was playing out in the bedroom, or just Satoru’s splayed, desperate form?

“Just as any good ruler does, sultan.”

The sultan laughed at her silver tongue. “Indeed.” He placed a chaste, respectful kiss on her knuckles, and Satoru felt tears of humiliation leak from the crystal eyes his princess loved so much. “And please, princess, when we are alone- '' another surreptitious glance at the bed, one which did not go unnoticed. “-call me Suguru.”

His princess raked her eyes up and down Suguru, raising a curious brow. “I shall endeavour to, next time.” Satoru’s spit streaked his chin, his gag drenched.

Sultan Suguru’s hand on the doorknob, he threw one last smile over his shoulder. “Perhaps, in time, princess, you will invite me to indulge in your secrets.”

She placed her hand over his, pushing open the door to her chambers. “I think I am tempted by that offer, Suguru.” The way she said his name made Satoru whine, the sound doing nothing to shatter the electric atmosphere of the room, now stuffy despite the open balcony doors. “Goodnight, sultan.”

“Goodnight, princess.”

Finally, finally, the sultan had left, and Satoru had his princess all to himself again. “Flee-ashe,” he cried, aching for even her eyes on him. His garbled plea made him all the more pathetic.

“In a minute, my prince,” she called, rifling through the neat pile of scrolls on her desk, concealing the copper vessel from earlier in a locked drawer.

A genteel knock sounded on the chamber doors, and Satoru’s heart thumped wildly. Had Sultan Suguru returned? Was his invisible torment to continue? Would he have to watch as he took his princess up on her offer? More tears slipped from his stained-glass eyes.

“Who calls at this hour?”

“Captain Nanami, princess.”

Satoru shivered at the guard captain’s baritone. He was a stoic man with hair of straw and eyes of molten bronze. What if he came upon Satoru in his dishevelled, damp state?

His princess swung the door open to reveal the captain’s broad shoulders, business-like demeanour, and intense gaze. “What business, captain?”

“Pardon my intrusion, sahiba, but the tabib sent me here on urgent business. She says you hold a document, one which has the formula for a new medicine.”

His princess raised a hand to silence the captain. Perhaps she would send him away? Satoru prayed she did, for he could not take this exquisite torture anymore, the heat of his sex now fever pitch. 

“I know what Ieiri speaks of, but I have some tasks to finish.” Was that what Satoru was, a task? His pride smarted, but he couldn’t deny the thrill he felt at the humiliation. “You have leave to enter my chambers. Search as I finish tonight’s work.”

Saluting, the captain began his search, leaving not a surface untouched, his careful hands and careful gaze scanning every drawer, every nook, every cabinet, every corner as his princess read at her desk. Satoru wriggled, resenting the ease with which he moved through the space, his feet finding well-worn paths. 

Nanami had been here before, for what purpose, Satoru could imagine but was afraid to. His cock dribbled further at the vision, now forming a stain on the coverlet.

“I’m afraid I cannot find the scroll, sahiba,” he spoke, regret tinging his tone. 

“I think, in my forgetfulness, I may have left it on my bedstead.” Satoru held back a scream. “Would you check?”

“Sahiba, I am your guard and your servant… I would not dare think to cross the boundaries of royalty.”

“I have asked you to check, Nanamin.” The captain’s cheeks reddened at the endearment, and his hand grasped the edge of the curtain. Satoru’s heart leapt into his throat, his sex making fun of his fear by giving another aching throb. 

What Nanami saw upon his liege’s bed, concealed by curtains, was not what he had expected. To see the street urchin he had loathed and longed for, trussed as a snack upon his liege’s bed was a shocking sight that shouldn’t have aroused him so. 

His calloused hands went to the knife at his belt, one that had kissed the skin of Satoru’s throat too often to call the knife his own anymore. What a vision the snow-haired boy was, his cheek and gall vanished, his chest flushed and covers tented, ecstasy writ across his face. Nanami felt his knees buckle, spit pool in his mouth, wishing he could watch it splash against the lips that had taunted him so often with impetuous smirks. 

“Kah-ah-pten,” Satoru mumbled, the delicate bones of his cheeks bright with shame. That the guard captain he had once toyed with saw him this way, this weak. 

Despite himself, Satoru moaned like the whore he had once been. He still remembered the weight of the guard’s cock in his mouth, the fine he had avoided by swallowing Nanami’s length, those hands pulling at his hair. 

“Forgive me, captain, the scroll was on my desk all this while.” Shaken from his stillness by his princess’ voice, Nanami took care to smooth his features and draw the curtains around Satoru before taking the scroll from the liege’s hands. 

“Thank you, sahiba, and once again, my apologies.”

His princess led the man to her doors, her expression speaking volumes. “Before you take your leave, captain, answer my question.”

“Anything, sahiba.”

“I have come to understand that a soldier’s job is very frustrating… Have you ever felt the need to release those frustrations?”

Nanami swallowed, his fingers clenching around the scroll. “Yes, sahiba.”

“Next time, you will tell your princess when you have frustrations you wish to expel. That is an order.”

Nanami bowed deeply, his genuflection poorly concealing the ravenousness in his bronze gaze. “As you wish, sahiba.” The guard left without another word, the tightening in his loins too strong to ignore.

His princess parted the curtains, sidling up to curl beside Satoru, softly stroking his mussed hair. “Did my prince miss me?”

“Ye-ash, ye—” he cried, craving her touch where he burned. She drew the coverlet down to expose his cock, and it frightened him, how vigorously it pulsed with desire, the violent red colour of his head, the filthy mess of his weeping tip, the painful throb of his balls, the pulse of the thick vein that threaded his cock. 

Before he could beg further, his princess’ mouth was on his cheeks, kissing the tears from his petal-soft skin. “My sweet boy,” she comforted, peppering his face with kisses. It hurt to be loved so dearly, and he whined quietly at the attention. “My sweet, scrumptious ‘Toru.”

She ventured to the bridge of his throat, already so sullied with teeth marks and hickeys administered by his princess herself. “Sul-mph!” he cried, when her teeth teased at a pebbled nipple, swirling it in her mouth with the expertise of a woman who had spent her entire life eating strange delicacies. Her sharp nails kneaded the firm swells of his chest, leaving half-moons to redden as she licked her way down his stomach. 

His princess was happy to bite into the little pudge of his stomach, a sign that he was happy and well-fed, the sculpture of his physique still present beneath the weight of his joy. 

“My prince, remind me, we had a deal, yes?”

He bit into the satin stuffed inside his mouth, his hands fisted above his head to keep his composure. “Ye-ash, plin-shesh.”

“How would you like me to make it up to you, beloved?”

“Tusch me, phleashe!”

She looked up at him through her lashes, and he almost came undone right there, such as the craving in her gaze. “I will do as my prince wishes, then.” He gasped, shuddered and felt himself cry when his princess’ soft palm drew up his length.

He was so utterly close, the tension of the evening and the effect of the cream heightening the ferocity of his pleasure. His princess’ hands, with their sharp nails and dainty knuckles, looked so pretty wrapped around him, and the dollop of spit that fell from her loving mouth to slide down him was so utterly obscene that his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his hair pasted to his forehead from sweat, his mind an empty place overwhelmed by the presence of his princess, his beloved, his wife.

When she undid her top, he knew he wouldn’t last long. Spreading more cream over her skin, she gathered her soft mounds and slid his cock between them, the pillowy smooth sensation and the kisses of her mouth as it sucked merrily on his tip every time it emerged from between her breasts making him tighten and tense all over, his orgasm sneaking up on him, sinking its claws into him. 

Noting the shift in his demeanour, his princess decided to free him of his torment, cupping the weight of his balls softly before engulfing him in the heat of her mouth. He went limp then, thrusting once into her, her teeth scraping lightly along the skin of his cock, his soul leaving his body as she swallowed all he had to give. 

He felt ropes of his cum streak into her mouth, the muscles of her throat fluttering around him as he sobbed through his orgasm, watching as she let the last feeble spurts of pearly white fall across her cheek, as she collected his release with fingers still ruby-red and licked them clean them with sordid relish. 

Undoing his ties and ropes, she let Satoru pull her into his arms, her hands soothing against his scalp, running down his back in consolation as he trembled, still coming down from his high. He gasped and sobbed further when she undid his gag, burrowing into her shoulder to stave off the delicious tremors that racked him.

“‘Toru, sugar drop, are you alright?”

He looked up, reaching to press a kiss on her nose. “That was wonderful.”

She brushed a hand over his cheek to wipe the tear tracks that streaked his skin. “I’m glad. Rest, and I will have a bath drawn for you.”

Before she could call for her servants Satoru grabbed his princess’ hand, pressing a kiss to where the man had, wishing to wipe a trace of him from her body. “Sultana?” he asked, unable to meet her eyes. 

“Yes, my prince?”

He hesitated. “Were you serious about letting that man indulge in your secrets?”

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, his princess tipped his chin up to look him in the eye. “Listen well, my prince.” Her voice was low, seductive, and oh-so convincing. “I would do nothing that would hurt you, upon your body or in your heart. If allowing another to indulge in these delights with us is something that repels you, I shall not speak further of it. You make me happiest.”

His answering smile was shy, precious and most beautiful, and his princess said as much to him, causing Satoru to blush. “But I shall not deny that it is something that interests me, both in terms of politics and pleasure. So, I would like you to think it over. But never doubt, you will always come first, in my heart.”

Satoru thought over the night’s second encounter. “Sultana, did you wish for the captain to find me as he did as well?”

She raised a brow. “If I did?” She traced the curve of his lip. “I understand that Captain Nanami and you have had such an encounter before. Do not think I don’t know what goes on in my lands.”

Mollified, Satoru hid his face behind his hands. “So, if he wishes to release his frustration as he has done before, would you let him?”

“If you wanted such a thing, I would. Only if you wanted. Why my prince- “ she pulled his hands away. “-I would steal the moon from the sky for you if that is what you desired.”

“Would you enjoy it?”

“Very much… The thought itself floods me,” she smiled to herself, the hair on her arms rising. “Will you think about it?”

How could he say no to her? “I will think it over, my sultana,” he rasped, his insides gone liquid at the fantastic visions that plagued him. 

“That’s my good little prince,” she said, moving away to arrange for his bath. Leaning back on the pillows of their bed, Satoru felt his pulse flutter. 

Sultan Suguru was a beautiful man, close to rivalling his wife… How curious it would be, to let him indulge, have him watch as Satoru licked pomegranate juice from the hollow of his princess’s throat. 

He recalled the music of Captain Nanami’s groans when he had devoured him in the streets… How curious it would be, to watch his composure dissolve, have him make those sounds again, have him press a knife to his skin.

Curious indeed.

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Re: YGO x Utena AU

So - I do have a little bit of this written, and I’ll link to the document, but ehhhh I figured I’d get some ideas out here

If you want see another cool YGO x Utena AU (aka, the one that inspired me to write my own!) there's this concept!

Ahhh, I dunno… I like the concept of Utena Sword Duel in the Cool Dueling Arena in the Forest, But Also The Duel Monsters Are Here, and the story having both elements and beats from their respective source materials (the Duels are foretold and eventually the protagonist will have to duel End of the World in a bid to gain the power of world revolution; becoming the Shadow Game Heir and stopping the great and terrible evil from destroying the world) but logistically I had trouble making it all Work

Yugi is obviously our protagonist - our Utena. Yamiyu is the Rose Bride(groom) - our Anthy, and Atem is firmly in the role of Dios (Yes, this is a primarily Puzzle-based AU)

The Student Council are the Millennium Item wielders, but they really don’t correspond with anyone from Utena’s student council… Closest association I could get is Pegasus to Mikage but he wouldn’t be on the council so much as he’s a professor at this AU’s Ohtori Academy

Kaiba would be president (naturally), but he doesn’t really fit Touga to a T… if anything he’s a mix of Saionji and Touga. (I will listen to Nanibito mo Kataru Koto Nashi on repeat thinking about what those lyrics mean and SOBBING) But I imagine he does the same Suicidal Duel tactic/acting like the King who met Yugi in the past to shake him, and sort of gets sucked into the mind games of End of the World and phasing into his past life as Set (to a degree) once he gets the Rod back

I also love thinking about Mokuba as Nanami (give that boy a sword and a knife hehehe) and then he essentially takes over the Student Council while Kaiba goes on an Obsessive Depression Bender after losing to Yugi AGAIN. And I need Mokuba to uncover all the fucked up shit behind The Rose Bride and the Nature of the Duels please...

I like the idea that Kaiba’s on he Student Council despite not having a Millennium Item… I think by rights he should have the Rod, and the idea of it being Stolen would be a plot point in a chapter

(speaking of the little shit who stole the Rod) Having Malik as, like, all the motivations of the Black Rose Duelists but with Miki's motifs... just feels right to me. I also imagine the duel split into two parts - one with him and the other with both him and Yami Malik (as another Rose Bride??) I was just stuck on which monster/spell cards to associate with his duel. I had it in my mind that he'd use a combo of Helpoemer and the Mystical Space Typhoon (Spira Mirabilis plays in the BG) but ehhhhhhh

Isis in a mostly Juri-based role... with the themes of Finality, Fate Set in Stone, No Such Thing As Miracles... idk, it wasn't really vibing in my brain, and I was having trouble placing her motives clearly. But I like the idea of her in the Student Council and her suddenly trying to get a handle on the situation with Malik (also I struggled figuring out which monster/spell card to associate with her hrmmm... in my document it's Spiria but EHHHH)

... I don't even know where to even put Shadi hhhhh maybe as a Shadow Player??? idk idk

and then obviously there's the Bakurae, and I can't really do them justice ??? because Ryou is on the Student Council and is the unwitting duelist in a Miki-aligned role, while Yami Bakura is another Rose Bride scheming on the sidelines, puppeteering Ryou with Dark Necrofear and Dark Sanctuary (until Ryou fights back with Change of Heart), and hastening the duels to the final duel for Revolution

TKB/Zorc is Akio/End of the World. Because of course he is. I do refer to him in my documents as The Man In Red, while Atem (Dios) is wearing mostly whites and royal purples.

AS FOR ANZU, JONOUCHI, AND HONDA... they have all been relegated to some aspect of Wakaba - but Jonouchi is especially The Wakaba (the one that attempts to punch out Kaiba and accidentally gets into a fistfight with Yugi) Honestly, if I had the time, I'd like to see all of them becoming Black Rose Duelists and having Yugi absolutely struggle with these duels because "no!!! these are my friends!!!" but Yamiyu is here like "aibou, you have to draw your sword!!!"

Anyway, that's where most of my thoughts were - and then there's the matter of the themes of 'princes' and 'witches' and trying to make those same motifs work with 'kings' and 'thieves' and I just got really tired trying to figure it out

But if you're interested in what I have written for this, you're welcome to check it out here: [Dust and Gold]

[miyababes]

nanami kento.

long fics. (5k+)

vegas by dejwrites [ 1920's au ] [ sugar daddy!nanami ] [ nsfw ]

when you say my name, nothing's changed by saetoru [ nsfw ]

fics. (2.5k+)

babymaking by dejwrites [ nsfw ]

de-stressing with you by lovelyunholyc [ nsfw ]

find someone like you by dejwrites [ suggestive ]

short fics. (1k+)

a welcome home by saintodo [ nsfw ]

boy, you write your name, i can do the same by lovelyunholyc [ sfw ; fluff ]

dessert by saintodo [ nsfw ]

empyrean by mrs-kurooo [ nsfw ]

extra credit by garoujo [ nsfw ]

fucking you after you get married by saetoru [ nsfw ]

heir by ilyluffy [ royal au ] [ king!nanami ] [ nsfw ]

late night snack by dejwrites [ sfw ; fluff ]

love between the layers by mrs-kurooo [ sfw ; fluff ]

mornings by lovelyunholyc [ sfw ; fluff ]

praise by saetoru [ nsfw ]

the sweetest vice by starlitheaven [ sfw ; fluff ]

voicemails by lovelyunholyc [ sfw ; fluff ]

wrong by saetoru [ sfw ; fluff ]

drabbles.

aftercare by garoujo (+ gojo, geto, toji, megumi, yuta, itadori) [ nsfw ]

blindfold by getoswhore [ nsfw ]

can you stay up all night? by dimepdf (+ gojo, toji, geto, itadori) [ nsfw ]

check the rack by dimepdf (+ gojo, toji) [ nsfw ]

check up by ilyluffy [ doctor!nanami ] [ nsfw ]

desperate by fairyfuyu [ nsfw ]

do it slow, forget the time by garoujo (+ gojo, itadori, megumi, geto) [ nsfw ]

double check the rack by dimepdf (+ gojo, toji) [ nsfw ]

dry humping by garoujo (+ gojo, geto, itadori, megumi) [ nsfw ]

finding your spot by saetoru (+ gojo, geto, toji, yuta) [ nsfw ]

five more minutes by satorini (+ gojo, geto, sukuna, toji) [ nsfw ]

forever mine by thunderfaerie [ ex-husband!nanami ] [ nsfw ]

friends with benefits by garoujo (+ gojo, geto, itadori, megumi) [ nsfw ]

friends with benefits by ilyluffy (+ gojo, geto, toji) [ nsfw ]

good by saetoru [ single dad!nanami ] [ sfw ; fluff ]

hate sex by ilyluffy (+ gojo, geto, sukuna) [ nsfw ]

he loves me, he gives me all his money by thunderfaerie [ sugar daddy au ] ( + gojo, sukuna, toji, geto) [ nsfw ]

helping him destress by saintodo [ nsfw ]

home sweet home by kuroosdarling [ nsfw ]

hot things they do during sex by garoujo (+ gojo, geto, itadori, megumi) [ nsfw ]

how long they last during nnn by garoujo (+ gojo, itadori, megumi, geto) [ nsfw ]

how they react when you send them a nude by garoujo (+ gojo, geto, itadori, megumi) [ nsfw ]

how they sound during sex by garoujo (+ gojo, geto, megumi, itadori) [ nsfw ]

i'm only a phone call away by garoujo (+ gojo, itadori, megumi, geto) [ nsfw ]

job description by ilyluffy [ secretary!nanami ] [ nsfw ]

keep that pretty mouth quiet by garoujo (+ gojo, geto, itadori, megumi) [ nsfw ]

keep watching by lovelyunholyc [ sfw ; fluff ]

letting go of their hand while they're driving by garoujo (+ gojo, megumi, itadori, geto) [ sfw ; fluff ]

meeting by lovelyunholyc [ sfw ; fluff ]

never enough by kuroosdarling [ nsfw ]

not saying 'i love you' back by saetoru (+ geto, gojo, megumi, itadori) [ sfw ; fluff ]

quiet in class, please by satorini (+ geto, toji, gojo, sukuna) [ college au ] [ nsfw ]

roomies by ilyluffy (+ geto, sukuna, todo) [ sfw ]

roomies by ilyluffy (+ geto, sukuna, aoi) [ nsfw ]

sending voicemails while jerking off by saetoru (+ gojo, yuta, geto, toji) [ nsfw ]

settled by saetoru [ sfw ; fluff ]

sit down by awkatsukis [ nsfw ]

stained sheets by getoswhore [ nsfw ]

taking out his frustrations on you by garoujo [ nsfw ]

team by saetoru [ sfw ; fluff ]

the moments where they call you pretty by garoujo (+ gojo, geto, itadori, megumi ) [ sfw ; fluff ]

they kiss you during an argument by garoujo (+ gojo, geto, megumi, itadori) [ suggestive ]

they notice you're cold in the middle of the night by garoujo (+ gojo, geto, itadori, megumi) [ sfw ; fluff ]

they suddenly get baby fever by garoujo (+ gojo, geto, itadori, megumi) [ sfw ]

they walk in on your masturbating by garoujo (+ gojo, geto, itadori, megumi) [ nsfw ]

waking them up for kisses by garoujo (+ gojo, geto, itadori, megumi) [ sfw ; fluff ]

when they realise they're in love with you by saetoru (+ toji, itadori, gojo) [ sfw ; fluff ]

you avoid their kiss by torustars (+ geto, gojo) [ sfw ; fluff ]

you call them by their full name by garoujo (+ gojo ,geto, itadori, megumi) [ sfw ; fluff ]

you dodge their kiss by garoujo (+ gojo, geto, itadori, megumi) [ sfw ; fluff ]

you pretend you're going to sleep on the couch by garoujo (+ gojo, geto, itadori, megumi) [ sfw ; fluff ]

you randomly crawl onto their lap by garoujo (+ gojo, geto, itadori, megumi) [ sfw ; fluff ]

you sleep in the guest bedroom after an argument by garoujo (+ gojo, itadori, megumi, geto ) [ sfw ; fluff ]

you use your safe word by garoujo (+ gojo, geto, megumi, itadori) [ nsfw ]

you're such a needy perv! by thunderfaerie (+ gojo, geto) [ nsfw ]

headcanons.

if you can see it from the front by dimepdf (+ gojo, toji) [ nsfw ]

"so, should we bang or..." by thunderfaerie (+ itadori, megumi, gojo, toji, sukuna ) [ nsfw ]

yakuza boss!nanami by dejwrites [ nsfw ]

timestamps.

series.

smau.

smau series.

[pluviophile-imagines]

SILLY IDEA!!! i just finished reading ur absolute banger drabble of usurper!gojo and the child convo. and it got me thinking (linking things from canon to the au) that in the future somehow we stumble upon megumi (maybe from a nearby kingdom..?) and then yuji & nobara? do u think we would adopt? (I love u endlessly btw you’re my favourite writer)

I talked about this prospect here, which is in the usurper!gojo tag but fairly far back & isnt linked anywhere so i dont blame u at all for not seeing it. i also preface by saying that u all can, obvi, disregard all this however u please, but personally i just don't see gojo as a very paternal guy. big brother who gets a kick out of annoying the fuck out of u but gives pretty good advice and would beat the shit out of ur bullies??? yes. but not rlly a father-figure.

with that in mind, all of the first and second years are king's wards! essentially, they're members of the court, often orphaned nobles (or nobles whose parents are otherwise out of the picture, ex. been imprisoned), who the king or queen decides to sponsor. typically that'd rlly just be in name & funding and the ward wouldn't meet them more than a few times (if that) but in the case of this au—because gojo and the reader are incredibly unorthodox rulers—they're a little more hands-on & take on more direct mentor positions. again, not rlly adoptive parents, but def around in their lives and there for support (well, more the reader in that sense) and the kinds of funding a noble parent would give their kids.

wrt megumi specifically: toji is the assassin hired to kill gojo (and gojo killed him in the process of that failed assassination attempt) so megumi's around just like in canon with gojo taking him in bc he killed his dad. yuuji and nobara are orphaned servants who gojo & the reader took a liking to and just took under their wing—frankly i think megumi bonds with them and then gojo's like hey! where r ur parents??? pfft

toge and maki are slightly different. maki is from the zen'in family which is, obviously, the highest ranking noble family alongside the kamos, but she was cast aside and disgraced. gojo stepped in—both out of spite and because he identified with her—and took her on as a ward. toge is an orphaned noble from a middle-ranking family; i kind of imagine him to be the son of two nobles who allied themselves with Gojo and helped with the coup maybe as spies like nanami??? and died perhaps as a result of it, so funding toge's education and stepping in to raise him was his thanks/apology to toge's late parents.

panda..... well. im trying to keep from explicitly saying whether or not there's magic in this au so. we'll say panda is either the creation or adoptive son of yaga, who was.... mmmm let's say a general under gojo's father (i would go with captain of the guard but i already gave that to getou's dad lol) and also the man who taught gojo both military strategy as a prince would need to learn && to fight, but was killed in the aftermath of gojo's uncle's coup, so taking panda on is a similar story to toge

annnnnnd finally yuuta, who is of note because in-canon he's descended from the gojo clan. ill simply c+v what i said in that other post wrt him:

[gojo] goes off on a lil trip one month and comes back with a teenager whose family has been living as like sheep farmers or some shit in the country for generations but who can trace his lineage back to a courtesan of a former king with maybe an old family heirloom or like a magic-based 23 and me test or some shit.

thats yuuta! the result of gojo finally getting fed the fuck up of people telling him he needs an heir, if not create one then name one from among his wards. does the entire court think he just nabbed a random serf and is fully lying about the royal blood? oh absolutely. is he actually lying? perhaps. you and he are the only ones to know the truth