#the hair is disturbing my inner peace

[mmyrve]

Fanart Sygna Suit Brie

Well, I think it ended well in the end, for a moment I didn't hesitate but I liked how it turned out.

Tiene ese aire de hada, pero no podía olvidar el sombrero de bruja, los colores de Hatterene y las piedras en los accesorios en realidad brillan como los ongos de Glimwood y es el tono púrpura que tienen sus ojos (o al menos el tono púrpura que usé para su fanart, no se molesten en hacer una mueca), ella no tiene zapatos no porque sea un traje en sí, no los tiene sino porque creo que si tuviera la oportunidad de no usar zapatos, Brie lo haría no usarlos.

I hope you like it.

@klonoadreams

[celestialowlbear]

Give You Everything

Pairing: Halsin x Fem!Reader (Tav)

Summary: Halsin gives you some morning loving. No plot. Just fluffy smut. 💕

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Oral (fem receiving), mentions of m receiving.

WC: ~1300

A/N: My hand slipped. Oops. 😏 I have no reason for this besides Halsin consuming my thoughts by being the big sexy romantic he is. This takes place years after the end of BG3, however you may imagine it. Maybe Tav and Halsin live in a cottage in the woods? Anyway, I hope you all enjoy. Let me know what you think!

You wake to Halsin’s lips on yours, tasting vaguely of honey and figs he must have snacked on before gently rousing you. 

You stirred, eyes opening as you stretched under the animal furs you were tucked into. 

“No need to rise, my love.” Halsin kissed your exposed shoulder. “I’m coming back to join you.”

Halsin often woke with the sun, greeting the day with a stroll in his bear form. You usually joined him, but he must have let you sleep this morning. 

“Why didn’t you wake me?” You mumbled, turning toward him, realizing the sun had already risen based on the bright light speckling through the paned window. 

“You looked so peaceful, I did not want to disturb your dreams.”

Halsin huddled his face into your neck, inhaling your scent, gently tracing his large hand up your arm. 

“Not to mention, I wanted to keep you in bed.” 

Halsin’s hand lazily trailed up your torso, reverently cupping your breast and giving it a light squeeze. 

“Is that right, my bear?” You chuckled, a faint sigh departing your lips immediately after as Halsin brushed his thumb over your hardening nipple. 

“Why, oh why, would you want to keep me in bed on such a lovely morning?” You hovered your lips close to his in a teasing manner, catching his eye that was tinted with a familiar hunger. 

“It is best I show you, my heart.” Halsin rumbled as he maneuvered himself on top of you momentarily, pulling the furs off your body. 

You were naked, as that is how you slept together. He was naked as well, shedding his clothing from his morning walkabout to join you once again in bed.

Halsin ran his hands down your thighs, taking worshipful handfuls of your supple skin. 

He paused, gazing over you. 

“Always so perfect. Nothing, nothing in all of nature could ever compare to you.”

Halsin brought his lips down to your inner thigh, maintaining eye contact as he kissed your flushed skin. 

“As the sun rose, I was reminded of you.” He slowly made his way up toward your core, dampening with anticipation. 

“A bright light to guide me to new beginnings. Through any hardship or affliction, I know you will always be my rising sun.” 

You still blushed at his words, even after years together.

Halsin never held back on his feelings for you, constantly reminding you how deeply he loved you, and how thankful he was to have you by his side. 

You reminded him as well, holding dear the bashful look that always crossed his face when doing so. He was a gentle soul at heart. All the more reason to remind him of your love, and let him care for you. 

“Was that all you were thinking of this morning?” You whispered, a coy smile turning up your lips, watching him make his way to your center.  

Halsin chuckled deeply against your skin, his breath now ghosting over your center, the smell of your arousal stirring the beast within him. 

“Perhaps not…I was also reminiscing of the night before last…the sounds that left your lips that evening have not left my mind.” 

Halsin brought a finger between your folds, gently circling and exploring. 

“I would greatly enjoy hearing those sounds again. If you permit me…” Halsin kissed your clit, his tongue softly probing, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he felt your body squirm and legs tremble by his head. 

“Yes, Halsin, always for you…”

You threaded your fingers in his hair as he went to work, slowly licking and sucking at your now thoroughly soaked pussy. 

Halsin was in no rush, enjoying every gasp and soft mewl and twitch of your legs as he feasted. 

He carefully moved your legs over his massive shoulders to gain better access, holding you in place. 

At this point, Halsin knew your body even better than you did.

He knew exactly what made you squirm, what made you beg for more, what made you get intensely lost in pleasure. 

You knew the same of his body, knowing his most sensitive parts, what pushed him to the limit of his control. 

Halsin had never truly been as vulnerable with anyone else in his long life as he is with you. 

You knew every part of him, his deepest fears, the darkest corners of his mind. You helped him through his anguish all that time ago, helped him see clearly for the first time in his life. 

You held and protected his heart as delicately as one would a newly hatched bird. 

He owed everything to you. 

“Halsin…” your grip on his hair tightened, tugging in just the way he liked. “More, please…”

Halsin hummed into you in response, knowing he was teasing you by going slowly. He treasured tasting you like this, the sweetest nectar in nature could never compare.

It was a taste he craved daily. 

He didn’t want to be too selfish, though. He knew you were desperate for release. 

How could he ever deny you such ecstasy?

Halsin picked up his pace, switching between circling your clit with his tongue and fucking you as deep as he could go with his warm muscle. 

You cried out, the fire in your belly growing. You knew Halsin was aching between his legs, his body begging for his release. 

Sometimes, getting you off like this was enough, coming to his end without touch. 

You hoped you could taste him, though, to give back what he so selflessly offers to you. 

The sounds were obscene as he lost himself between your legs, mixing with your trembling moans and cries. He was wildly lapping and licking and stroking with his tongue, his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs. 

“H-Halsin I’m-I’m so close, don’t stop!” You managed to coherently string together one sentence, the molten coil in your belly threatening to explode with each pass of his tongue. 

You were gripping his hair with both hands now, bucking up at him to get the most pressure possible as your climax was rushing toward you. 

Halsin was growling against your pussy, his chin dripping with your slick, his hips instinctually bucking for any type of friction against his cock. 

Your body was shaking and Halsin knew you were about to explode. 

You came with a cry of his name, chanting it like a prayer to the Gods as you fell over the precipice of bliss. Halsin didn’t let up, keeping up his ministrations, drinking up your essence.   

Halsin didn’t want to waste one drop of your pleasure. 

Your body spasmed, toes curling as your mind went blank. 

Soon, the flicks of his tongue were becoming too much, coming down from your heaven. 

You gently pushed him away and Halsin lifted his head, his eyes flashing gold momentarily as his eyes locked on your body, licking his lips, savoring your taste. 

“Beautiful, my heart. Perfection.” 

You were trying to catch your breath, your body gelatinous. You motioned for him to come back on top of you. 

Halsin crawled up your body, hovering over you. You lifted your head, capturing his lips to yours in a fervent kiss of thanks. Your tongues danced, Halsin immediately submitting to your passion. Your hands grasped at his back, pulling him down into you. 

Halsin let out a deep groan as you rubbed your sensitive pussy on his throbbing cock. 

“Take me, my love. Take your pleasure, too.” You nibbled at his bottom lip, wrapping your legs around his waist. 

“Believe me when I say I get my greatest pleasure from watching you come undone on my tongue.” He replied, breaking the kiss momentarily.

“Let me do the same, then.” You smiled against his lips, bringing a hand down to grasp his rigid, thick length. “Come undone on my tongue.”

Halsin shuddered and let out a low moan at your touch, your hand gliding over his hot, velvety skin. 

Halsin nipped at your chin, flipping you both so you were on top of him, your legs barely able to straddle his wide body. 

“You know I cannot deny you anything, my heart.” 

You smiled sweetly, sliding down his body, watching his eyes glow gold at the anticipation of your touch, ready to return him the favor.

-ˏˋ⋆ Thanks for reading, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! ⋆ˊˎ-

[harmoonix]

⚜️Eternal Flower⚜️

• Astrology Observations •

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⚜️ - Chiron square/opposition/conjunct North Node = Your path is healing one, this aspect can indicate frustrations that may disturb you from finding inner peace

⚜️ - Jupiter square/opposite/conjunct Saturn = They have a fight between freedom and responsibility, it can be very frustrating for them to choose one of those 2, they can feel locked up in their own world

⚜️ - Jupiter square/opposite Sun can make the native to miss great opportunities, in this case your ego can be very big with those aspects. Your ego can make you lose a lot of opportunities

⚜️ - Neptune trine/sextile/conjunct Moon are really great at listening to their intuition, you can have a powerful inner voice with this aspect

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⚜️ - North Node in Aries/North Node in 1st house, please make yourself a favor and put yourself one the first place in your life, you'll see things change. You gotta live for yourself, everyone once in a while..

⚜️ - Lilith aspecting Jupiter are so crazy and wild when they are horny. With this aspect Jupiter expands your libido. Another session of breaking bed??

⚜️ - North Node in Libra/Leo you really need to love yourself dear, loving yourself can be complicated for some people but is not impossible

⚜️ - Lilith in Leo Degrees (5°, 17°. 29°) degrees can have have feline typo of face. Like cat eyes maybe? Maybe yellowish/tanned skin? Also wear orange and yellow it will help you

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⚜️ - Venus in the 9th house/Venus in Sagittarius/Venus in Sagittarius Degrees (9°, 21°) always remember me about hearing a tropical song party, they have that tropical flow 💃

⚜️ - Sun in the 9th house/Sun in Sagittarius/Sun in Sagittarius Degrees (9°, 21°) did ever happened for people to confuse your ethnicity or the country where you are from? Yeah with these placements can give this vibe

⚜️ - Taurus/Libra Moons they are my Romeo and Juliet and no can change that, they often have this vibe because of their romantic aura (Taurus about finding love in herself and Libra finding love in the others this is literally everything)

⚜️ - Pisces/Cancer Sun/Venus/Mercury = They are the people who can have the most cutest voices ever. They also have an adorable face

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⚜️ - Moon - trine/sextile/conjunct Pluto = You can fall in love with them at the first sight. They are full of mystery and charm, is something like 'I love you since I first met you' with them

⚜️ - Pluto in the 1st/10th/11th house they literally attract envy everywhere they go. They are the reason why the haters can't sleep at night

⚜️ - Chiron in Aquarius/Chiron in the 11th house may find comfort in their friends. They can be really lonely people but with heart of gold

⚜️ - Lilith aspecting ascendant= misterious appearance, they are so full of mystery and secrets, people can be so curious of them

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⚜️ - Sun - Mercury aspects have that cute/shy voice, they may talk softly and so calm in the same time, literally so charming

⚜️ - Libra/Leo Risings have that beautiful shinning hair, literally go girl spin your hair around. Rapunzel Vibes

⚜️ - Don't be afraid for challenges when you have Aries/Sagittarius placements with you. They can take it all and risk everything for the adrenaline

⚜️ - Venus - Mercury aspect in someone's chart can be the type of native who may like to write love poems/letters and even songs sometimes

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💫 Good day to everyone reading my notes today… It's a great day to follow your dreams and to let every negative energy out of your body 💫

💫 Have a blessed day today 💫

- Yours truly, Harmoonix 💫

[dollfacefantasy]

And If the Sun Comes Up

pairing: vampire!leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: leon knows that you and him are meant to be. if the only way to show you that is to sneak in during the night, then that's just what he'll have to do.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, somnophilia, non-con, biting, blood, reader is tied up, spitting in mouth, overstimulation

word count: 4k

a/n: hey everyone. when he fucks u so good, u think u love him, am i right? i wanted to get one more done for halloween and i'm kinda late, but it's still halloween here so idgaf. i hope everyone enjoys. also i'm trying a new style with the header image so yeah. as always i really appreciate reblogs and comments <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz

i made a playlist of songs i listened to while writing here.

It’s the middle of the night with moonlight shining down through the slits in your blinds. You’re sleeping off a stressful week tonight. You lay between your soft blankets with your head resting on your cool pillow. You had been in a peaceful, dreamless slumber, but now whimpers erupted from your unconscious form as you felt a persistent sensation between your legs.

You still aren’t fully awake. Your eyes briefly flutter, and your hips shift, trying to alleviate the disturbance that was disrupting your rest. A long whine escapes your throat as cold hands wrap around the tops of your thighs and keep you in position.

You gasp softly as your mind struggles to differentiate dream from reality. When you try to close your legs, you’re met with resistance. You start to come to as your limbs tug more forcefully on whatever was keeping them spread. You could vaguely feel the sensation of restraints around your ankles. It’s difficult to see in the darkness of your bedroom, but you can hear something unfamiliar. Soft grunts and groans emanate from the bottom of your bed.

You weakly lift your head to figure out what was happening. Your eyes were still sleepy, and your mind was still fogged from returning to lucidity, but you could still recognize the sensation of someone lapping at your cunt like it was their final meal.

Looking down between your thighs, you see a mop of blonde hair. At first, the sight brings you mere confusion. It didn’t make sense, and you struggled to process it. But as the gears in your brain began sliding into place, terror coursed through your veins.

A strangled cry leaves your lips, and you thrash harder to get away. You realize your arms are bound too, connected together by your wrists that were secured at the level of your navel. The adrenaline in your system makes you much more alert. You could now see the long, toned body of this stranger. He wore tight, black clothing that allowed you to see his definition. His strength was obvious from that alone if you couldn’t already feel it from how he held you in place so easily.

Once he notices you’re awake, his head pops up. Your eyes widen as they connect with his piercing irises through the dark. Fear moves through you in sickening waves. Every cell in your body yearns for him to just get away.

“Shhh, sweet one. It’s alright,” he whispers. He rubs his fingertips on your inner thigh in an attempt to soothe you. His voice is husky yet familiar, and his eyes are glazed over with arousal. From what it looked like, he had been doing this for a while.

You don’t stop squirming. Your heart pounds so erratically that it feels like at any moment you’ll go into cardiac arrest. As your breathing picks up and becomes shallow, your cries become breathless. 

His brows furrow momentarily at your response, but then his expression softens. You felt like you recognized him, but you couldn’t be sure.

“My darling, there’s no reason to be afraid,” he says and presses a few small kisses to your thigh, “Calm yourself, my love. I’m not going to hurt you.”

You’re still so freaked out by the fact that this is even happening that your brain fails to formulate a response. You stare at him in horror as your squirming becomes weaker and your muscles begin to freeze out of fright.

“Good girl,” he whispers and caresses your hip, “This is for your pleasure, angel. Just relax. I know I may have startled you, but there’s no need to carry on.”

He leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your clit causing you to softly yelp in both protest and pleasure. He chuckles and pulls his face back. His thumb begins lazily swiping through your folds, up and down. As soon as he cracks that smile, you’re able to place him.

“Leon?” you ask, your voice still raspy from sleep. Your drowsy mind couldn’t figure out why the man you’d seen only in passing at your job as a waitress was eating you out in your bedroom in the dead of night.

“Yes, beloved?” he answers, looking up at you with genuine curiosity as if nothing was off.

Now that you know the identity of your mysterious trespasser, your fear fades, and anger takes its place.

“Leon, what the fuck? What are you doing? And what are you doing here?” you say, your voice wavering. You try to stay focused and not let yourself be distracted by his thumb sliding around your slick. He doesn’t seem too fazed by your reaction.

“What does it look like I’m doing, pretty baby?” he whispers, “Making you feel good. You had a hard week, little doll. Let me make it better. Then I’ll explain.”

With that, he returns his head to the junction of your thighs. He parts his lips and begins making out with your pussy. Your eyes widen at his words, but the feeling of his tongue on your most intimate spot pushes your protests back down your esophagus. Instead, you whimper and take your lip between your teeth.

Erotic, wet noises from his lips and tongue working on your cunt spill out into the bedroom. Your cheeks heat with the shame of how good it felt, but there was really nothing you could do but take it. His tongue circles and laves at your clit with intense dedication before gliding down and fucking into your dripping hole.

His fingertips trace soothing circles onto the soft skin of your thighs while his mouth continues working you to the edge. He starts grunting again like he had been doing when you were sleeping. From the sounds alone, it seemed like he was getting as much pleasure from this as you. His breathing was heavy. You could feel it fanning across your pelvis.

You whine, your physical resistance dying down as release gets closer. You can feel his smug grin against your skin.

“L-Leon…” you stammer out through moans.

“Hush, sweetheart,” he murmurs, “Let it feel good. Your body knows it’s right. It knows what you need.”

He flicks his tongue on your swollen bud a few more times before you come undone. You jerk and spasm against the restraints on your wrists and ankles. Broken whimpers fall from your lips as your head fogs with the euphoria of release.

He watches from below with wonder. “There you go, pretty girl,” he breathes while thumbing your clit, “Give it all to me. You don’t need to worry about anything else.”

You ride out your release on his tongue. When you finish up, you look down at him with half-lidded eyes. He continues to gaze up at you with a look of love, his pupils dilated and his chin covered with your arousal.

“Leon. Explain,” you say, trying to sound firm, but your voice was hazy from your release.

“Why so many questions, little one? Did that not feel good?” he asks, “Did that not feel like everything you needed?”

“Leon. What are you doing in my house at three in the fucking morning… touching me like that?” you say, your voice picking up some of the intensity you initially intended.

He sighs and shakes his head, but still sports that smug smile. “You’ll see in time, my love. I know you’ll feel it too,” he says.

My love. Those two words struck you like an itch you couldn’t scratch. All these weird pet names. You barely knew him. He was always nice to you, but in a cordial kind of way, remembering your name and little things you’d told him about your day when you gave him his order. You weren’t even friends. You definitely didn’t consider yourself to be his love.

“Feel what? What are you talking about? You sound crazy,” you say.

“You’re my mate, sweet one,” he responds. He looks at you as if it’s a fact and speaks as if this was the most normal conversation, like you weren’t tied up and nude from the waist down.

You blink at him in disbelief. The words ring through your mind.

“Your mate?” you repeat incredulously, the only response you could think of.

“My mate,” he confirms, “I know you can’t understand it now. But you will. I’ll-”

“I barely know you!” you raise your voice, “Just cause I smile at you and can remember your order that doesn’t mean I want to fuck you! And it sure as Hell doesn’t mean we’re mates.”

He remains calm as he continues to speak. “You may not know me, but I know you, sweetheart. I love you, but you aren’t the most observant. I’ve been watching, and I know we’re meant to be. I know it’s right for you.”

The thought of him watching you while you went about your life, clueless as ever, disturbed you to the pit of your stomach, but you tried not to let that show. 

“Oh my God, you’re delusional. Fucking delusional. You think we’re soulmates? Like what? Like we’re written in the stars or something?” you mock.

“No, darling. Not written in the stars. It’s written in our DNA, something tying us together. I can sense it. You have the sweetest smelling blood I’ve ever come across.”

Your eyes widen at his explanation.

“What… What are you talking about? You can’t smell my blood, Leon,” you say.

“If only I couldn’t, maybe then I wouldn’t have to do this,” he says, his voice growing more hushed, “But I can. You have to understand, little love. I’m not a man of normal appetites.”

The way he spoke freaked you out. Various horrific ideas ran through your head about what he meant by unusual appetites. Your anger was slowly exiting, and your fear was seeping back in. Your limbs tremble as you try again to pull yourself out of your bindings.

“Sweetheart, all throwing a tantrum will do is tire you out,” he chides, "And while it’s not required, I would prefer if you were conscious to see how good I can make you feel.”

“You’re fucking insane!” you exclaim with a shaky voice, tears of terror pricking at your eyes, “I don’t know what gave you this sick fantasy that we’re true love and meant to be or whatever. But that’s all it is. Leon, I-”

“Enough,” he says, his voice dropping to a more commanding tone, “If you’re not willing to understand, I’ll just have to make you more agreeable.”

With that, his mouth returns to your cunt. He sucks your clit between his lips and flicks his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves. One hand holds your thigh like it was before while the other comes between your legs and prods at your entrance.

You’re whimpering in no time, still being tender from your previous release. Your hips squirm and writhe as he pumps two fingers in and out of you.

“Quit moving,” he growls and tightens his grip on your thigh.

The gravelly harsh tone lights the pool of arousal in your belly like a match falling into gasoline. You clamp around his fingers and mewl softly. A sharp exhale leaves his nose and smirks.

“Good baby, deep down you know you want this. You’ve only had my fingers so far, and she already knows to get nice and tight for me,” he breathes before returning his attention to your pussy.

His fingers continue working you open, scissoring inside your hole as they move back and forth. The whole time he relentlessly plays with your clit, flicking, sucking, circling. Short, strained cries come from you as your back arches off the bed.

“There we go, pretty baby. Cum again for me,” he purrs, “I doubt you’ve been with a guy who could make you cum even once.”

You didn’t even fully register his words because you were so wrapped up in the throes of ecstasy. Your body convulses as release washes over you again. You shiver in waves, whining and babbling as he continues pleasuring you through the high.

As you come down, he doesn’t ease up on you. His fingers tease you a bit before applying enough pressure to overstimulate you. He adds a third finger into you and continues maneuvering them skillfully, hitting all the right spots.

His mouth doesn’t stop either. He spits onto your pussy and dives back in, licking up your slick and flattening his tongue to massage you into bliss.

He brings you at least two more peaks, eating you out until your mind is nearly melted and you’re a whining, drooling, nonsensical mess.

When he finally feels that you’ve had enough, he moves up, coming face to face with you in a blur. You flinch at the quick movement, and draw a chuckle from him. His hand wraps around your throat while his eyes give you a predatory scan. He lowers his head to the crook of your neck and inhales deep.

“Smells like cherries,” he mutters before laying a few soft kisses up your neck and behind your ear.

You shiver at the gentle contact and a quiet whine escapes you. Your nipples are hard beneath your top from the countless highs he brought you and the fluttering of his lips against your skin. It’s not long before his other hand is sliding up your body to squeeze and fondle your breasts, his thumb teasingly swiping across the hardened buds a few times.

“I don’t need you to understand this, my love. I don’t expect you to. It’s a little out of your depth anyways,” he whispers and nips at your earlobe, “What I expect is for you to take it like a good girl and let me show you what you need. I think you can already see that you’ll be begging for more by the end of the night whether you understand it or not.”

Your thoughts are too muddled to formulate an actual response. Instead, you just watch him with your blissed out stare. He leans back and pulls off his shirt, exposing his muscular torso and chest to you. The moonlight coming through the blinds illuminates him just enough for you to feel more desire building in your abdomen. He smiles at your impressed reaction, and that’s when you see it.

He has fangs.

It’s only a glimpse, but you would swear on your life that it was the truth. His canines are clearly sharper than normal, it can’t be your imagination. And with all his talk about blood… You felt like you were losing it. There was no way he made you cum so hard that you’d believe in vampires.

“What is it, precious?” he asks softly as he undoes his belt and starts lowering his pants. His tone projects innocence, but the look on his face makes you think he knows exactly what you’re fixated on.

“Nothing, I- I- it’s-” you stutter. Your jaw almost drops as his hard cock springs free from his boxers. It was long and thick and you weren’t even sure that it would fit.

He climbs on top of you again, his strong, thick arms boxing you in on your bed.

“What’s the matter? Like what you see? Or is it that you don’t think I have a pretty smile?” he asks, flashing his teeth again. The fangs are in clear view now. Their existence is undeniable.

He can hear your heartbeat speeding up and your breathing getting shallow. It brings him a twisted sense of pleasure that he doesn’t dwell on. He lazily strokes himself in preparation to enter you.

“What are you? You… you can’t be…” you say, your voice dropping to nearly a whisper.

“A vampire?” he asks, “That’s probably the term easiest for you to understand, so yes, my little doll. I am a vampire.”

Your eyes widen. Your fearful gaze locks onto him.

“It’s not like a movie, baby. I can eat garlic and clearly I don’t need to be invited into your house,” he explains, almost as if he’s trying to lighten the mood, “But I have a bloodlust.”

You’re stunned. This couldn’t be real. “So what? I’m like your personal blood bank or something? Is that what being your mate is?”

“No,” he scoffs, “Being my mate is what it sounds like, angel. In all my years, I’ve never met another who makes me feel like you do. You’re my love, the light in the darkness I’ve been existing in. My personal heaven and hell wrapped into one perfect vessel.”

Your head is spinning with everything you’re hearing. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips before leaning back onto his knees and positioning himself at your entrance. He stares at you with his eyes, glossed over with lust. He reaches for your confined hands and brings them to his lips.

“It will all make sense soon, darling,” he says, “Soon enough we’ll be together in this.”

He takes one of your fingers into his mouth, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. One of his fangs presses into the pad of your finger, and draws a small drop of blood. You wince at the pain, but you’re quickly distracted by the guttural groan Leon emits as he smooths his tongue against the warm liquid.

He pushes inside you and tilts his head back. Your finger slips out of his mouth and smears some blood on his lips.

“Tastes so fucking sweet too, Christ,” he grunts as he begins thrusting.

Despite the circumstances, he felt good. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say it was the best you ever had. He filled you up perfectly. A string of whines and whimpers expel from your mouth into a long moan.

“That’s right. You know it’s perfect,” he mutters, “Soon, it will be just me and you. For all of eternity. No one else. The entire world could burn, and you and I could fuck on top of the ashes.”

Your own head falls back, and he sucks your finger back into his mouth to taste more of your blood. He moans around your digit, his hips beginning to piston with more intensity. His hands lock onto your hips, so he has a firm grip to slam into you with.

You felt a mix of shame and fear, but you started to believe him. You felt something inside you that told you this was right. This was what you longed for. What you needed.

He starts leaning over you more. He had to see you, had to see your mind changing about him, the look in your eyes shifting from fear to lust. One of his hands rises to hold your jaw and direct you to look at him.

“Open your mouth,” he commands, eyes boring into you.

You do it with no hesitation. Your lips part and your tongue lolls out obediently. He smirks, still rolling his hips as he slowly spits into your open mouth. His saliva leaks from his lips, lands on your tongue, and starts sliding to your throat. The feeling combined with that look in his eyes almost made you cum on its own.

He feels the same. Watching your pretty eyes become unfocused as you accept what’s happening had him digging his fingers into the flesh of your cheeks in order to hold on. Once he felt you had enough he pats your cheek.

“Swallow,” he grunts and reverts his primary focus to fucking you into the mattress.

And you do this too. You swallow it all. A garbled moan erupts from you afterwards, and your eyes roll back as he strokes all the sweet spots inside of you.

“Good girl,” he coos with a low tone, “Taking it perfectly. Just like you’re meant to do.”

You lift your arms and loop your bound wrists over his head to pull him closer. He follows your guidance, but his face looks almost pained. He keeps his face further than you want. You whimper and try to pull him down to the crook of your neck more.

“Sweet baby, you have to be careful. I can’t… I have to make sure you’re safe my love. I don’t know if I can control myself if I’m that close,” he breathes.

“What? Control how?” you babble, still not really focused because of how his cock is battering your insides at the moment.

“Your blood, baby. It’s too strong. I won’t be able to hold back. I could hurt you,” he says.

That almost snaps you back to reality for a moment. “Like what? You wanna bite me?” you ask with a curious expression.

For a change, this time he has no words. He nods, still maintaining eye contact.

It wasn’t your smartest moment, but you don’t hesitate as the words leave you.

“Do it.”

His eyes flash with a look you can’t read in your state.

“Sweetheart, I… I want to, but it’s not safe,” he whispers, but you can hear the desire in his voice.

“If we’re really mates then you should be able to stop yourself. Prove it to me. Prove that I’m yours and you’re mine,” you say, your voice taking on a whiny quality from how close you were getting.

He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t resist when you were asking for it like this. He slowly lowers himself to be level with your neck. His thrusts become slower but deeper. He takes another deep breath of that scent before baring his teeth and sinking them into your flesh.

You gasp and pull your arms around him as you feel the punctures. At first it hurts, but then he begins to softly suck, coaxing your blood into his mouth. You both let out simultaneous moans. His eyes flutter now and his grip on your hips tighten.

He’s getting lost in his own world of euphoria now as he feeds off of you, gulping down that sweet, hot liquid. You tremble as pleasure courses through you too. It was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. It was light and airy while being grounding and all consuming. You couldn’t hold on for any longer.

He growls as you cum, the feeling of your cunt latching onto him is almost too much. He manages to hold it together for a handful more thrusts. His breathing is rough as he cums and his thrusts are sporadic. You feel his muscles tensing as he groans into your neck. He spills rope after rope of cum into you.

When you’re both done, both of your bodies are trembling. Your sweaty skin is pressed to his which is still ice cold. He goes limp on top of you, breathing deep as he comes down from the high. You could feel blood trickling down your neck as his mouth disconnects from your throat.

You didn’t know what to say. The fog of lust was clearing and while you didn’t regret your decisions, this was still weird. You remove your arms from him, and he takes that as a signal to pull out and roll off of you.

He pushes his disheveled hair out of his face and gives you a crooked smile. His mouth was still red with your blood. He reaches over and starts untying the restraints around your hands. You watch him quietly.

“So you said soon… we’ll be in this together?” you ask awkwardly.

He lets out a short laugh as he gets the bindings off and drops them to the side. He runs his fingers through your hair and kisses your forehead before getting out of your bed.

“Soon, sweet one, I’ll change you to be like me. A vampire,” he says, using a teasing tone for the last word, “But not yet. I know you’re not ready, and my goal isn’t to scare you. I truly love you.”

You just nod because you honestly didn’t know what to say to that. Even if you felt something for him, you wouldn’t say it was love. Yet. 

You watch him put on his clothes as you reach down to start untying your ankles.

“So… you’re just leaving?” you say, almost sounding disappointed.

“Yes but don’t be too sad, my love. You’ll see me as soon as the sun sets again tonight,” he says.

He finishes putting on his clothes and leans in to give you one more passionate kiss before he leaves. You could still taste your blood on him.

[whatifwekissedatneocity]

be with you

multiple bsd characters x reader. reader is gn (gender neutral).

about: dates with bsd characters. established relationship

featuring: dazai, chuuya, atsushi, akutagawa, ranpo

notes: atsushi is referred to as “jinko” (white tiger) in aku’s part

kiel notes: idk if you can tell whose part is more self indulgent LMAOOO managed this during writer’s block i think im a god. kidding

DAZAI — cosy colouring book date at home

dazai recently bought colouring books from the bookstore. he said along the lines of “exploring creativity,” but really, he’s just lazy and broke for outdoor dates. you didn’t mind, though; quality time is still time spent with your lover.

worn out faber castell colour pencils are splayed out on his futon, and you both are lying on your stomachs. he kicks his legs and fills the empty pages with different colours. a peaceful and quiet retreat from the world with dazai gently humming a song you can’t quite make out, only to be disturbed by the gentle sounds and laughter of lovers.

“why’s the penguin yellow?” you giggle, and he pouts.

“have you seen club penguin? all the penguins have different cute colours!” he shades another penguin green and you rolled your eyes. “that game is dead, though..” you remarked, and he scoffed playfully. “not dead in my heart."

being childish and immature with the right person truly heals your inner child.

CHUUYA — aquarium (his mayoi card!!)

chuuya’s gloved hand held your hand as you both strolled through the tanks. your fingers traced the outlines of the fish as they swam close. he points at an ugly fish and laughs, “it looks like you." your jaw drops because that fish was actually ugly. it was your turn to exact revenge, and you point towards a small fry fish, saying, “and that’s you." you stick your tongue out at him and his mouth twitches in amusement. talk shit get hit.

your fish and his fish swam to each other and circled in a dance. he chuckles, “maybe that’s actually us,” he watches the fish swim away, and you beamed, “we could rule the fish kingdom together!” his eyes soften when he sees your bright smile illuminated under the blue aquarium light, before he smirks again.

“yeah yeah, you don’t even know how to swim,” ouch. there’s some truth in his words, and you can only sigh. fishes are naturally good at swimming, so it wouldn’t be a problem if you guys were one.

he sends you both back home by piggybacking you and zipping through the city. you hold your shoes in one hand after a long day of walking, and you grip the shark plushie he won at the aquarium in another.

ATSUSHI — cuddling in a pillow fort

you throw a blanket over the pillow fort you and atsushi have built in the last ten minutes. he struggles to let the fairy lights stay put as he pulls them around the fort.

“get in already!” you pat the spot beside you impatiently, and he crawls in. your laptop rests on his right thigh and your left thigh, sharing a movie screen. it’s a movie marathon on a rainy day. the horror movie plays, and atsushi hides his face in your neck when a jump scare appears.

lightning flashes outside and thunder roars, sending the poor boy flinching a little. you felt bad, so you decided to call off the marathon (not even one movie in) “okay no more, we can just cuddle." you close the laptop screen, and he lays on your lap. your fingers twirl his soft hair, and he purrs softly. atsushi’s soft purring and the soft pitter-patter of the raindrops outside lull you to sleep. you lay your back against the fort gently, eyes closed and relaxed with your lover.

AKUTAGAWA — cat cafe

it took a lot of convincing for akutagawa to go on this date. he didn’t like going to a cafe with the same species and animal family as atsushi. he agreed anyway because he didn’t want to see you upset (good).

you sat on the floor and wiggled a feather toy around while akutagawa fed lickable treats. many cats surrounded him and rubbed their bodies against his thighs. a white cat that oddly resembles a tiger approaches him, and he moves the treat away.

“ryu, you’re so mean.” you clicked your tongue and fed the white cat some of your treats. “it looks like jinko.” he grumbled and stared at the cat with his void eyes. at this point atsushi is your boyfriend’s boyfriend.

akutagawa uses his ability to create a mini cat tower for the cats surrounding him. you can’t help but giggle at his helplessness when the cats jump on him. they seem like to him a lot, well, except for that one cat he denied of treats.

on your way back home, you told him he looked like a tuxedo cat. he only cocks an eyebrow at you, not questioning your weird comparison.

RANPO — dessert tasting

a flyer comes into the agency’s mail, and ranpo is already dragging you down the busy afternoon streets. “come y/n, we have to go. it’s an important mission.” his grabs your wrist tightly and enters the cafe. mission? at a cafe?

what came into the mail was a notice for a dessert tasting at a cafe before their grand opening. ranpo could already discern the flyer’s content when atsushi walked in with a bunch of letters. who in the right mind would turn down free sweet treats? obviously not ranpo.

the waitress brings out pastries after pastries, and ranpo pushes his glasses up, acting like a food critic.

“hm, these scones are not sweet enough. the texture is too chewy.” he moves on and shoves a spoonful of gelato into his mouth. “i like the gelato. it’s sweet for my liking.” he nods approvingly, and you laugh, wiping the cream off the edge of his mouth. “slow down, the greatest food critic. we’re here to enjoy the desserts too.”

“if they don’t want to lose a customer like me, then i’d better say something about their recipe before their grand opening.” he’s got a point. you doubt he’d actually frequent this cafe, though, because he only came today for free desserts. you both get ramune to cleanse your palate afterwards (not that it helps).

main menu ☆

[thesithdiaries]

Monster (Aemond Targaryen imagine)

Monster (Aemond Targaryen imagine)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x female Strong!reader

Requested: Yes, but @astraljedi and I modified it a lil

Warnings: angst, cursing, lets say rhaenyra and laenor get married two years earlier than in the show (everything else is the same), im trying to make this timeline make sense, spoilers for episode 6, 7 and 8, aemond channeling his inner daemon, typical westeros violence, awkward dinner, very telenovela fight after the dinner A/N + additional warnings: i normally try to avoid this but i will be mentioning hair descriptions in this. sorry about that

-

Aemond was hugging his mother, resting his head on her shoulder. He had just lost an eye but he gained the biggest dragon in Westeros. 

He watched as his betrothed, Y/N Velaryon, held onto her younger brothers. Many years ago, Alicent had agreed to an arranged marriage, all because Viserys thought it would be a good idea. Aemond always got along with Y/N, she was the only one that did not antagonize him for not having a dragon. He did expect her to take his side and comfort him, but he was a fool to think that.

“This marriage,” Alicent started, pointing at her son and Y/N, “is off. I do not want your daughter near my son.” Rhaenyra smirked as she was walking away from the hall. After what had happened in the past weeks, she also did not want her daughter with Aemond.

Six years later

Y/N sat in the gardens with her younger brothers Joffrey, Aegon, and Viserys. She was reading to them but they fell asleep. Life at Dragonstone had been peaceful, being away from King’s Landing was the best for everyone, especially after what happened after Laena’s funeral. 

Part of her wishes to be in Harrenhal with her brothers, looking after their father’s castle. Harwin's death was devastating for her. Rhaenyra and Laenor got married sooner than expected, after the news that she was with child. Everything was perfect until Y/N was born without silver hair. They tried to dismiss it, claiming it was because of Princess Rhaenys’ mother. The speculations about who their real father was were growing more as Rhaenyra gave birth to three boys, all with dark hair. Y/N found out at a very young age that Harwin was her father. He always treated her differently, and part of her knew it was not because she was a girl. Rhaenyra had no other choice but to admit it, knowing her daughter was stubborn and would not drop the matter.

Ser Harwin knew he could not act like a father in public, yet that did not stop him from treating Y/N well. He would give in to her many child-like demands, which consisted mostly of getting savory cakes and being carried around. He would also give her a single flower whenever they were alone during their walks along the Red Keep. Harwin would say “Here you go, Princess,” as he placed it on her hair. Y/N kept all of them in a small jewelry chest, along with many other gifts he gave her through the years. She treasured them all. 

Daemon was quietly approaching her after noticing the three young boys laying around her. “Darling,” he whispered. Y/N carefully got up, trying to not disturb them. Daemon grabbed her hand and pulled her away.

“What is it, father? Did something happen?” She asked, noticing he had a worried expression.

“We have to return to King’s Landing.” 

“Why?” Y/N sighed with annoyance. 

“Y/N,” Daemon warned, causing her to roll her eyes. “Vaemond has decided he wants the Driftmark throne. By doing this, he will also bring up Lucerys’ legitimacy.”

“What about grandfather? Can he do something about it?” Daemon shook his head.

“The greens are the ones making the decisions,” he pointed out. “We need to be there and prevent Vaemond from taking what he wants.”

Y/N nodded, now scared at the possible outcome. Daemon noticed immediately, caressing her face as he gave her a reassuring smile. “It will go our way, I promise.”

-

Every fear Y/N had was solidified the second they arrived at the Red Keep and nobody was there to greet them. Her parents went to see the King, while she went to the training yard with Jace and Luke, who was getting nervous from all the stares they were receiving.

“What’s your problem?” Jace asked him while looking at all the weapons that they had for training.

“Everyone's staring at us,” Luke replied, fidgeting. 

“So?” Y/N scoffed.

“No one would question me being heir to Driftmark... if... if I looked more like Ser Laenor Velaryon than Ser Harwin Strong.” Y/N stared at him in disappointment. She understood what he felt and how Vaemond’s claims made all of them look yet that did not make her feel less sad.

“It doesn't matter what they think.” Jace reminded him before Y/N could say anything. 

Their conversation was interrupted by the cheering crowd behind them. As they approached in curiosity, they saw Ser Criston fighting with a man with long silver hair. In all honesty, it was impressive.

“Well done, my Prince,” Criston congratulated him. “You'll be winning tourneys in no time.”

“I don't give a shit about tourneys.” The man turned around to face them, it was Aemond. Y/N felt Luke grabbing her hand, it was something he did when he was very nervous. “Nephews, niece... have you come to train?”

Aemond was staring at her, she was more beautiful than he remembered. Y/N was avoiding his gaze, making him smirk. If only things had gone their way, they would have been married at this moment. They could have been happy.

-

The air in the throne room felt tense. 

“I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides.” The King had appeared, surprising everyone. Y/N smiled at her grandfather’s strength, she knew he was in so much pain but he loved his daughter and his grandchildren. “And, in addition, I declare that Prince Aemond and Princess Y/N are still betrothed and will be wed before the next full moon.”

Y/N felt her heart drop to her stomach. Daemon and Rhaenyra looked at her with worry. They knew what Aemond had become, they knew what he was capable of. On the other side of the throne room, the Prince’s chest filled with pride at the King’s command. He gazed over at his future wife, who was also looking his way. Her expression was unreadable, he did not know if she felt happy or sad. They were both so concentrated on each other that a yell from Vaemond Velaryon snapped them out of their thoughts.

“Her children are bastards!” Y/N held onto Jace’s arm, knowing that he was capable of throwing himself on top of Vaemond to beat him. “And she... is... a whοre.”

The crowd behind them gasped. This was the highest of treasons and he said it all in front of the king. “I... will have your tongue for that.” Viserys threatened him, but Daemon had other plans.

He sliced off his head with Darksister. Y/N flinched, hiding her head on Jace’s shoulder. “He can keep his tongue.”

Aemond looked for Y/N, only to see Jace shielding her from the graphic scene in front of them. He had his arms protectively around her, despite knowing Daemon would never hurt them. He felt his blood boil. If anyone should be comforting her during a moment like this, it should be him, not her bastard brother.

-

Viserys had requested to have a family dinner. 

Y/N entered the dining room behind her parents. Alicent and her children were already there, waiting for them. 

“Y/N, dear, you can sit here.” The Queen called for her. There was a seat next to Aemond’s. Y/N flashed a look of absolute fear to her father before walking towards them. Aemond was once again staring at her every move. She sat next to him quietly. Helaena grabbed her hand, giving her a reassuring squeeze. Lucerys was right at the other end of the table with Rhaena. They both smiled at her as if to say everything would be alright. 

“You look beautiful,” Aemond whispered in her ear. Y/N finally turned her head towards him, flashing a quick smile. He hummed at her shy behavior.

Y/N was not focusing on what was being said during the toasts. The fear she had felt the previous day was returning. She still did not understand why Viserys wanted her to marry Aemond, he knew why it was called off. However, she did not hold it against him, she knew he was very sick. She would do this for him, as a final wish.

A hard bang on the table made her flinch. Jace had stood up in anger, trying to control himself. Aemond also stood up, daring him to do something. He gave a toast in honor of his uncles. Luke was biting his cheek to hold back his laugh, all the memories of them being children filling his mind.

Helaena stood up next. “I would like to toast to Baela and Rhaena. They'll be married soon. It isn't so bad. Mostly he just ignores you... except sometimes when he's drunk.”

Y/N’s eyes widened at what she said. She felt pity for her, Helaena was kind and she did not deserve to be married to Aegon. He was not a good man. Aemond was carefully studying Y/N. Her expressions, her movements, the subtle shake of her hand when she reached for her cup. It had been so long since he saw her last and he wanted to make up for the lost time.

Jace stood up again, asking Helaena to dance with him. Y/N smirked at Aegon’s expression, but it quickly dropped when he glanced her way to lock eyes with Aemond. Luke was next to her out of nowhere, grabbing her hand. As they danced, Aemond felt the anger rising in him again. Seeing Y/N dancing with the same boy that took his eye was driving him mad. 

A servant sat a cooked pig right next to Aemond. Luke was giggling quietly at this. 

Aemond hit the table before standing up. "Final tribute. To the health of my nephews: Jace... Luke... and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise... hm... strong. Come, let us drain our cups to these three... Strong boys.” The room fell quiet after this.

“I dare you to say that again,” Jace threatened him. 

“Why? 'Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself Strong?”

A hard slap echoed through the room. Y/N stood directly in front of Aemond, her body was shaking with fury. He stared at her in disbelief but before he could even move, Jace was in front of her. She held his gaze over her brother’s shoulder.

“Wait, wait!” Daemon warned, softly pushing his children away. 

“Go to your quarters. All of you go, now.” Rhaenyra ordered.

They all walked out, Y/N getting ahead of her siblings, not wanting to speak about what had happened. Aemond had followed them out, quickly spotting her in the distance. He took a shortcut, appearing right in front of her in another corridor.

Y/N scoffed, attempting to walk around him but he grabbed her forearm tightly. “Let go.”

“No,” he retorted. “How dare you hit me, in front of everyone.”

“You know why I did it, Aemond,” Y/N hissed, still struggling to get away from his grip. 

“I was speaking about them,” he told her.

“You insulted them, and me,” Y/N corrected him. “Whatever insult you throw their way still includes me.”

Aemond stammered, he truly did not wish to include her. “That was not my purpose.”

“No? And what was it? Just antagonize my brothers for fun, as revenge for what happened years ago? I still remember what you said to Luke, how he would die screaming in flames just as our father.”

He just stood there, bewildered, without saying a word. He still remembered that night perfectly, the look on her face when he said that. Y/N kept trying to remove his hand but he had other plans. Aemond grabbed her other forearm, leaving her completely at his mercy. 

“Let me go,” she ordered him again. He scoffed, shaking his head. 

“You are to be my wife, you will listen to me.”

“Aemond, I will only do it for the King. If he wasn't the one asking, I would be on a ship to get away from you,” Y/N confessed. 

He finally let her go. Her confession stung, the Y/N he remembered would not have said that to him. Aemond did want to marry her, but the feelings he felt when he was a child had not changed. They stared at each other, no words being said. 

Y/N started walking away. Her steps echo through the corridor. Her thoughts wandered, thinking about what could have been of their life if that night at Driftmark had not played out the way it did. Would they be happy right now? As she turned a corner, she looked back. Aemond stood in the same spot, he had not moved. He stared at the ground in disbelief, still replaying the conversation in his head. He truly felt like a fool for saying those things in front of her.

[noctuaism]

To Consume You Whole

A/N: (This was just an idea that popped up in my head idk I thought it was cool, warnings: mild blood play? implied throne sex, and kinda toxic/dark relationship. Threatening him as your love language <3, you are his cruel bloodthirsty wife embrace that <3 maybe sub gojo but not really, if you catch any mistakes please let me know (kindly), recovering from the recent chapter so its rough out here) (repost)

You sit upon your throne as your ladies tend to you, brushing your hair with a comb made of the softest bristles and feeding you the sweetest of grapes. Relaxation settles in your bone as you wind down from all the duties you attend to daily. A life of a queen was a luxury and a burden at the same time. The luxury of relaxation, however, is not a long lasting one. Especially, when Gojo Satoru is involved. He comes in loudly and his presence demands all eyes in the room onto him. Despite all eyes on him, his eyes are set on you. He beelines his way to you and settles in front of you, the ever present smirk on his face irking.

“Leave us,” He declares. The order in his voice resonates in the room. The soldiers guarding the throne room leave, but your ladies in waiting don’t. They leave by your order and your order only. They continue what they do, unaffected by the man in front of them. He looks at you expectantly, clearly waiting for you to do the same. To his utter dismay, you are unmoved by his show.

“Must you disturb my peace,” you say mildly, trying to keep the irritation out of your tone. “I am busy.”

“Too busy for me, my Queen?” He asks, slowly ascending the stairs towards you. Perhaps something like a predator approaching its prey. That is till he is kneeling in front of you, taking his seat near your feet instead of his own grandiose throne aside yours. More like a worshipper approaching his god. You think it’s unsightly.

“You are a King,” you say, the irritation has bled into your tone. “Act like it.”

“And if I don’t?” He asks, placing a hand on your clothed shin, slowly dragging it up your leg. And so you do what you normally do when you are irritated, you threaten his life.

“I should kill you,” you say keeping your eyes connected to his, the blade you keep hidden within the flow of your dress is now held at his neck, the tip pressed at his jugular. You hear your ladies gasp. Threatening the King was treason after all. But Gojo and your relationship was never so conventional. “Leave us.” These next words are not directed at the man sitting in front of you. Your ladies flee the room immediately and perhaps next time when you hear rumors of a king chained to a deranged queen you won’t be surprised. There’s a moment of silence right after the door to the throne room slams shut. The neither of you back down.

If you are stubborn, Gojo is easily twice that. He is shameless is his pursuit. Gojo holds your gaze, a challenge in his eyes and if you looked close enough maybe you would see signs of love sickness. Instead, you press the knife harder on his neck causing a small line of blood to run down his neck, yet the man in front of you is undeterred. Like always, he is the first to break the silence.

“My Queen,” he breathes out. “My cruel, cruel wife.” The words are spoken like a prayer. The hand that was once on your shin, is now under your skirt. he starts at your ankles, the hand slowly ascending up towards your inner thigh. Heat pools in your belly, but you ignore it in favor of wanting him to beg. Perhaps this was his place, beautiful and begging on his knees in front of you.

"I didn't make you King for you to be ruining our reputation like this," you state, as you think about making him bleed again. He always did look better with a little blood on him. Your statement, however, only makes him laugh. His expression is a little more feral now, a little more like when he's on the battle field. “You were supposed to attend a meeting with the counsel at this hour.”

“I think you’ve done enough for our reputation, my bloodthirsty queen,” he says, slyly. “Besides, I’d much rather spend my time here than listening to those old geezers talk.” One of your legs is now over his shoulder, your calf now exposed to the chilly air of the room, as the hand that was running up your leg now strokes the innermost part of your thigh.

“I should kill you.”

“You’ve already said that, dearest.”

You take another long look at him, tracing over his face. From the white of his hair, the cerulean of his eyes, to the sharpness of his nose, and finally on the glossy, fullness of his lips. He was undoubtedly one of the most handsome man you had ever met. Yet handsomeness could not truly encapsulate Gojo Satoru as a whole. People who had the honor of glimpsing at him spoke of indescribable beauty.

Your relationship that had started out as a pact, an agreement, had bloomed into something you’d never even thought possible. You had married him to gain control of the vast lands of the kingdom and he in turn fought to stabilize your reign in exchange for being your consort. Your King.

He cocks his head to the side, the smile on his face widening at your silence. “See something you like?” He’s clearly waiting for your permission to proceed. To touch you where you ache the most. The stroking at your inner most thigh is nearly unbearable. The feeling it brings is unbearable. It makes you want to do terrible things. You want to fight with him. Make him bleed. You want to consume him whole.

“I’m only thinking about how to deal with you,” you say and your voice has taken on some roughness. A clear display of your desire. You drop the knife from his neck, letting it clatter on the ground in favor of moving your hand to the back of his head and pulling the hair there, forcing him to look up at you.

“Do you intend to make me beg?” He asks, his own voice raw with desire. You know he likes it when you are rough with him, his pupils are blown wide, black nearly overtaking all of the cerulean. His eyes glint with ferality he has only for two things. You and War.

“Beg for it then.”

“Only if you let me do as I please.”

You know bargaining with him was a dangerous game. Especially when it came to lovemaking. He was always trying to break the rules of social decorum. Defile any surface that he could. You had held your ground about the throne room and now he had you exactly where he wanted.

“We are not doing it here,” you say stonily, but you find your resolve slipping. You ache for him, yet you do not want to make your admittance easy.

“Why not?”

“It’s too precarious,” you say. “Anyone can come in and while you may not value your dignity, I’d prefer to keep mine.”

“I’ve already sent the servants away. I’d never let anyone see you immodest,” He argues, “I’ll kill anyone if you please.” You lean back on the throne as he hikes your leg higher on his shoulder. “I could convince you some other way if you wish.”

“And how do you intend to do that?”

“Give me your word and I’ll show you.”

You swallow softly, resolve breaking in the face of your desire and the promise of pleasure.

“Will you go to the counsel meetings from now on?” You ask, playing your own bargain. You never did like making things easy for him.

He groans loudly at that. “Yes. I’ll sit through hundreds and let them bore me to death if you allow me this.” The desperation in his voice pleases you and so you give him your consent with a nod of your head.

“Use your words, wife.”

“I’ll allow it.”

Those three words are all he needs. His head dives under your skirt, both of your legs spread out on his broad shoulders. He rips through your underwear, his mouth seeking the place you need him the most. He wreaks havoc between your legs without respite, leaving your head empty. Any conscious thought about decorum or the noise that you are making leaves your mind.

Maybe you should kill him after this.

(if you want anymore details on their backstory let me know)

[hearts4golbach]

The 7Eleven. (Jake Webber x Fem!Reader.)

reccomendation from @dreamcastgirl99 (i cant find their account to tag.)

i traced the lines of jakes tattoos, waiting impatiently for him to get done editing his new video. these always took forever, and i was sick of sitting around and scrolling on tiktok. i traced over the edges of the 3 8-bit hearts on his inner forearm with my nail, gently digging into his skin.

he giggled, "that tickles."

i rolled my eyes," you need to hurry! im so bored and im ready to go on our date. its our 5 year anniversary." i reminded him.

"im just as excited as you are." he gently kissed my forehead, "im finishing up the lsdt bit, then we can go. go get your shoes and shit on."

i yawned and did as told without any response. as i walked away, jake suspisciously pulled out his phone and began texting. i decided to think nothing of it, shrugging it off and grabbing my favorite beat up converse. i pursed my lips together as i laced up my shoes, suddenly nervous. jake had been distant recently, but nothing had changed in our relationship prior, as far as i knew, my stomach tingled.

"you okay, babe? you got weirdly quiet." jake called. i heard footsteps coming my way.

"yeah, sorry, i was just thinking." i looked up at him, giving him an awkwrd smile before tying up my other shoe.

"ill be right back." he said, walking out of the bedroom. he came back quickly, jangling the keys in his hand. "ready, babe?"

I nodded and he grabbed my hand, intertwining his fingers in line. no matter what Jake did or how long we were together, I still got butterflies like the first week we began dating. over the years, jake had never lost any enthusiasm in the relationship. yeah, he had his rough days with work but he was never difficult with me.

the sun was just starting to go down. I hopped in the passenger seat of Jake's car and quickly strapped on my seat belt. "are we stopping by 7-Eleven?" I asked.

"always." he smirked, reversing out of the driveway and turning down onto the street.

me and Jake met at 7-Eleven. I was having a sjitty day and yelled at him because he was taking too long to get his nachos. he felt bad and paid for my nachos, against my protests, and ended up getting my number. I'm sure you can guess how the rest of that went.

jake turned our mixed playlist on shuffle, turning it up loud before rolling the windows down. keeping one hand on the wheel, jake let his arm rest outside of the window. the warm, late summer breeze spilled in through the windows. I heard crickets singing their lullabies in the grass, the sound of other cars swooshing past, and the sound of jake humming along to whatever song was playing. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, enjoying the peaceful moment with jake. I pulled out my phone to take a picture of the scenery. tall city buildings were a dark contrast against the setting sun, making me feel warm inside. I posted the photo to my Instagram story and shut off my phone, putting it on do not disturb. jake gently nodded his head along with the song and placed his hand on my thigh, his thumb rubbing circles into my skin. I quickly took a photo of that too, planning to post it later. our soft breaths were in sync as our hair fluttered in the wind. I looked at him and smiled, enjoying every moment and small detail.

we pulled into the parking spot closest to the door and quickly got out. he came around and opened the door for me, placing a kiss on my forehead.

I walked inside, making a b-line for the energy drinks with jake by my side. I got a redbull, per usual, and he got his favorite flavor of monster.

"you should try something else." he teased, gently elbowing me.

I rolled my eyes. "you can't even talk, jakey."

he visibly cringed. he's always hated it when I called him 'jakey' which made it even funnier whenever I did it to shut him up.

he continued to grab our usual snacks, which were just takis and gummy worms before we made our way towards the nachos. he had my combo memorized, as I had his. he made our nachos as I stalked around the aisles, seeing if there were any other things we should try or get again. he found me about a minute later, gesturing for me to come on so we could leave.

as we were walking up to the register, he leaned down to whisper in my ear, "what do you think about going to the park?"

"won't we get butt fucked by mosquitoes?" I asked with a smile.

"I have bug spray, silly." he pursed his lips together and tapped my nose.

I laughed and swatted his hand away. "sounds fun."

as we got back into the car, we repeated the same ritual we always had. music, windows down, and some form of touch. it was a less than 5 minute drive to a small, local park that we have had a couple picnic dates in. picnic dates were my favorite, even though I wasn't an out-doorsy person.

"how are your nachos?" Jake smirked.

"uh, good?" I responded awkwardly, confused at the question.

"youre cute when youre shy, have i ever told you that?" his gaze softened.

i looked down at my food before looking back at him. "yeah," i giggled.

he stood up to throw away the bag and stood in front of me when he came back. "y/n/n, you're the love of my life. I wouldn't have made it as far as I have without you. you're my anchor and I have no idea what I'd do without you." he took my hands.

I laughed awkwardly. "if I didn't have you, I don't know where I'd be." I added. "but, where's this coming from?"

"you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and I know that's corny." he laughed. "but, I love you, y/n." he got down on one knee and reached into his pocket, making my heart skip a beat. the next events happened in slow motion as he pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it up, revealing a beautiful ring. "will you marry me?"

i felt tears begin to sting my eyes. my hands flew over my mouth as i began to cry. i nodded quickly, not able to form any words. i watched as jake took my hand and slid the ring on, making me cry even more.

he hugged me tightly. "this is a haply cry, right?" i nodded again, pulling back to wipe my tears. "i love you, y/n."

"i love you so much more, jake." i stuttered, continuosly wiping tears from my eyes.

"impossible," he rolled his eyes, "come here."

i followed him to a tree near where we weere sitting. he pulled a pocket knife out of his pocket. "are you about to murder me?" i laughed and sniffled.

he rolled his eyes and carved a heart into the tree, adding his initial in the middle before handing it to me. i felt tears threaten to spill once more as i carved a plus sign and my initial in the heart. he took the knife back as i was wiping tears from my eyes and carved the date into the tree.

[sashi-ya]

𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒙 𝑽-𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 Cinnamon & Dark Chocolate +18. 𝐄𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐝 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫����𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Dear, @thegrandlinesimp your 𝒁𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒆́ bonbon is filled with 𝑪𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏 & 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆, please enjoy the taste of 𝑺𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌

request: @thegrandlinesimp asked: Hello Sashi! May I pretty please have the Zébré with the tulip tsundere, Eustass Kid? Female for gender. If we’re allowed to say what fillings we don’t want, then can I please not have salted caramel or strawberries & champagne. If not then…yolo. Thank you. I look forward to the fills for this, it looks fun! (I am eyeing that impregnation/creampie filling with fingers crossed!) | tw: size kink. impregnation. mentions of pregnancy. semi public sex. oral and masturbation. kinda rough sex. implied zosan at the end (don't worry is nothing big) wc: 1k | masterlist

You always hear them whisper, talk when you pass. “Isn’t he way bigger than her?”; “That must be painful”

Painful? Who said that? It’s anything but that… Kidd takes total care of you, and tonight, even if romance isn’t his forte, it’s even taking you in a total romantic date for Valentine’s day.

Or at least he tries...

“Woman is this the place you wanted to come? Tell me the guys didn’t lie to me” he says, taking a good look around. A sophisticated atmosphere receives both of you; a restaurant decorated with candles and roses, a golden aura all around.

You giggle, sure it is the one you wanted to visit; the Baratie. They say that here, you can taste the flavours of all the seas joined in one. On the corner, there is even a skinny man playing the piano, filling the place with sweet classic melodies.

“Yes, Kidd. Thank you so much” you nod, slightly resting your forehead against his muscular arm.

The redhaired feels proud of himself, and even if he doesn’t show, he is also happy because you are too. But the feeling of inner peace gets disturbed instantly by a blonde with curly brows praising the beauty of his lover; the main chef. What is he doing here?

“Welcome to the Baratie! I’m Sanji, the main chef! Where do you wanna seat my beautiful mademoiselle… and… your…?” he chimes, looking at Kid after scanning you with a brilliant smile.

You laugh, and kindly answer “My boyfriend. We are here to celebrate Valentine’s” you chime, already feeling the tension in between the both of them. Kidd isn’t always showing his emotions, but tonight things were about to take a different turn if you didn’t interfere.

The blonde showed you a table next to the window; and take a deadly look at Kidd when he didn’t move the chair out for you to sit. Truth is, you don’t wanted to, nor ever asked of it. You only wanted to sit down, order and avoid the chef and your lover to have further interaction.

Sanji suggested the chef’s choice, and both acceded to order that. As soon as the fancy blonde left, Kid put his heavy hand over the table. It made you slightly jump from your sit, but you know he isn’t angry with you.

“Calm down, he is just acting like a fancy French man… I’m sure his not a menace to you” you joke, sliding your hand on top of his veiny one.

Kidd fixes his burning red eyes on yours, and turns around your hand to be the one under his. “You are mine; you know that? Do you want me to remind it to you?” he grunts, low but loud enough for you to hear.

Your eyes widen, a few slow blinks after and you are gawking. Is not that this is new coming from Kidd but it surely startled you. However, your façade turns from surprised to a sexy grin and sloppy eyelids.

“Me? Yours? And how are you planning to show me that?” you whisper, playing with your fingertips on his palm in a sexy way.

Kidd smirks widely and tilts his head to the side. A challenge? For him? Now you better get ready for what’s about to come for you…

The silence in between you two says more than any words the crimson haired could ever say. He has let his hair down today, sexy tufts fall over his face and they match perfectly with the formal attire he bought just for tonight. He never wore it, but you are absolutely grateful he did. The savage style is what made you fell in love with him, but the suit looks extremely good on him.

Of course, such silence gets interrupted by the Chef bringing himself your plates. He flirts a little more with you while the sound of Kidd’s teeth gritting surrounds you. You smile sweetly at Sanji and as soon as he fleets off Kidd narrows his eyes.

“Eat. Fast” he orders.

“Excuse you? Why are you ordering me around, Mr. Eustass?” you ask, narrowing your eyes too.

“Fine, if you don’t mind the food getting cold then…” he says, standing up and taking you from your hand. He begins to walk towards the bathrooms, and you are unable to process what’s going on. You trip to match his long and fast steps in silence.

Kidd opens quite violently the bathroom door and takes a look to see if there is anyone there. “Come in” he says, pulling you inside. You kind of imagine what he is planning, but right there…?

“Kidd i think we shouldn-“ you can’t keep talking; the red haired kisses are enough to shut you up. His tongue exploring your mouth, your tongue slowly getting used and matching his motions.  You whine as he pushes inside one of the stalls, his hand searches for under your skirt. He squeezes your thighs; he bites your lips and pull from them.

“Here it is how I was planning on showing you are totally mine” he grunts, as your back hits the refined door of the bathroom stall. “Unfortunately, I couldn’t wait until getting home, hope you don’t mind”

You shiver, he is so big compared to you -or anyone really-. His topping body makes your legs turn weak, you know he can be as violent as he wants with you, you allow him to; he loves to do it.

Kidd sits on the toilet and helps you stand still against the door right in front of him. “It’s a blessing you are wearing this cute little skirt…” he scoffs, spreading your legs just so that his arm would fit in between them. He discovers your wet reaction on your panties, Kidd is delighted with it he even smiles sweetly.

“Are you that horny for me, (Name)?” he asks, moving your panties aside to take some of that dampness in between his fingertips.

You nod. Of course you are. Since he picked you up tonight you were waiting for this moment… Your mind goes blank, and your hands cover your mouth as his index suddenly penetrates you. Your knees try to join but Kidd won’t let that happen…

“No, no. Don’t close them. We need you ready to take me…” he whispers, taking his finger out and sucking on it clean from your arousal. “Ah… you are so delicious… come here”

Kidd pulls you closer to his face, he helps you lift your leg so that you could step on his right thigh. “I bet this dinner tastes a lot better than that tasteless shit” he growls, bringing your sex almost over his mouth so that he can eat you out.

Your muscles tremble, you wanna shout, you wanna scream; Kidd does it so well, twirling tongue against your clit and his index opening its way inside you. Up and down and sometimes in beckoning motions, adding fingers, sucking, and licking. Sometimes, he even bites your inner thighs. Feasting on your core it’s his favourite meal, and no fancy restaurant can match it…

But, Kidd needs more. And, as he said, he will show you, you are nobody’s but his.

“I think you have been stretched enough to take me…” he says, cleaning his shiny chin from your fluids with his forearm. He lends you his hand to help you put your leg down but as soon as you do, his hand carves in your glutes to pull you towards him and sit on his lap.

You gasp, you can feel his throbbing hardness through the black pants he is wearing -and that you are probably wetting-. “What about me fucking you this way, and really showing you who you belong to?” he adds, stating he clearly wants to claim your body as his.

“Fuck me, yes… please” you whisper, already moving backwards so that you can get his sex out of that fabric prison. Quickly, efficiently, you pull down his zipper. He is also dampened; Kid is hard and so wet.

“Sure thing, woman” he moans, guiding his tip to your entrance. You remain lingering over it without fulling sitting yet, you are scared of him going deep… being the size he is, your walls are already both eager and afraid.

Kidd must be feral, but he isn’t a brute. He waits until you are ready, he doesn’t push you, he simply allows you to slowly go down as he slides inside you. Your nails carve on his wide back, leaving marks on his black coat. Your lips trapped by his, Kidd drowns your soft whimpers so nobody could hear you.

He also shivers. The feeling of tightness around his shaft makes him weak. Your red-haired lover closes his eyes as he lets himself go in the oppressive sensations around his sex. “Ugh… you are so damn tight… you take me so good…” he whispers, lips against lips, warmth against warmth.

Your toes curl, your skirt has rolled up your waist, your hairstyle gets absolutely messed up and you don’t really care about a thing… except the bulge forming in your lower belly as the thrusts now have become faster and harder.

Kidd pulls from your head back, he needs to kiss the crook of your neck. He pants and grunts against your skin, you do the same with hands playing with his red locks.

“Allow me to cum inside you. I want to make you mine, completely” he pleads, going violently in and out you. Your tiny frame compared to his seems to get smaller as you hear those words. “Let me fill you up with my seed, let me make you mine, make you so damn pregnant with a child of mine”

“I love you, please do it ~” you purr, with what’s left of energy and the feeling of breaking in half for how full you feel already… and you want to feel fuller, a lot more fuller… flooded, dripping.

And that’s exactly what you get. As you retort yourself over his hardness, reaching climax, squeezing, milking him out he gets ready for his release. Kidd hugs you tight, kissing your lips, breathing into each other’s lungs, feeling your heartbeats with your chests pressed together…

“Ngh… Until the last drop… hold it in…”  he grunts, as his twitching anatomy bathes your inner walls with his warm, sticky seed. “I fucking love you, woman”

“I won’t let any drop go to waste… this feels so… ngh… fu- good… I love you too, Kidd…”

Ah by the way, about dinner… the moment you left the bathroom to go back to the table you saw the blonde “womanizer” chef kissing passionately with the green haired security guard from the parking lot right on the back of the restaurant.

“Oh…” Kid muttered. “Told you, you didn’t have to worry”

[hellcat8908]

Hello!! Could you possibly do a Rhys x reader where they are both very frustrated and pent up because they haven’t been able to have sex because they have both been very busy with High Lord and High Lady duties? Eventually Rhys finally has enough of not being able to have a second alone with reader so he clears the next week for them and finally can have a good stress reliever 😏 and a moment of peace without people interrupting them?

I just know that the aftercare that Rhys would give would be wonderful cause it’s not just him checking to make sure he wasn’t too rough but because he hasn’t been able to just touch reader?

I Need You Rhysand x Female Reader

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Language

It was never difficult for you and Rhys to find time for each other until recently. It seems the two of you were constantly being pulled in opposite directions for your duties. When you were able to get a night together, you were both too exhausted from working. One day, Rhys had had enough and called everyone to Rita's for a dinner.

During dinner, it was nice to catch up with the inner circle outside of reports and assignment check-ins. Once dinner was winding down, Rhys told everyone the two of you were taking a week off. "I'm leaving Amren and Mor in charge in our absence. They'll be the ones to handle anything that comes up." He says. "Under no circumstances are y/n or I to be disturbed." Everyone nods in acknowledgment. After his announcement, he quickly escorts you home to the river house.

As soon as the door is shut, his lips are pressed against yours in a searing kiss. His hands ripping the zipper on your dress before sliding it off your shoulders. He lets out a moan of appreciation when he finds you're not wearing a bra. He trails kisses down your neck to one of your tits, biting and sucking it while his fingers tease the others. Hearing your moans only makes him need you more.

He pushes your dress to the floor before tangling his fingers in your hair, "I need you now." He practically growls before bending you over the entry table. He nudges your legs apart with his feet before his other hand slides down your back over your ass. He runs his fingers between your legs, feeling how needy you are. His fingers gently rub your clit as he leans over, whispering in your ear, "You're going to be a good girl and take every inch of my cock in your tight little pussy. I can't be gentle with you, I need you too badly."

His fingers disappear from your core before you hear him undoing his pants. Soon you feel his hard cock nestle between your legs. He teases you, running it along your pussy. You can't help but try to grind on it, wanting it deep inside you. Rhys's hand comes down on your ass, leaving his handprint. "You're so needy for my hard cock, maybe I should make you beg for it." He says with as much control as he can find.

"Please, please fuck me, I need you so bad." You beg while trying to grind on him. Within seconds his cock is buried deep inside you causing you to scream at the force he used. His hands grip your hips tight before he starts pounding your pussy. "That's it, take my cock like a good girl." He says as his grip on your hips tighten. He thrusts into you harder, making you take every inch of him. Your fingers hand a death grip on the table as you moan louder, not caring if anyone hears.

"Good girl, let all of Velaris hear how good your getting fucked. And how much you love it." He says as he pulls your hair. "Fuck, I love taking your hard cock deep in my pussy. I want you to fill me with your cum." You manage to say between moans. "My cum is going to be leaking from your sweet pussy all week." He says as he takes you harder. His hand wrapping around you before his fingers find your clit.

"Be a good girl and cum on my cock. Show me how much you love it." He says while masterfully rubbing your clit. He has you close to the edge in no time before sending you over it. Just as you cum he is right behind you, filling you up with a massive load of cum. Once you both start to recover from the intense orgasms that ripped through you, you feel Rhys kissing across your shoulders.

You're barely able to stand, but luckily, you don't have to. Rhys picks you up in his arms and carries you towards the bedroom. He passes the bed and takes you into the bathroom. The tub is filled with hot water already. He steps into the tub with you gently sitting down with you in his lap. The hot water helps to relax your tender muscles as you settle into Rhys's lap. He grabs a cloth and gently starts washing you from head to toe.

As he washes you, he asks, "Are you alright, darling? Was I too rough?" You smile before kissing him softly, "I'm alright, a little tender, but nothing to worry about." He kisses you softly before he finishes cleaning you up. The water starts to cool and he helps you out of the bath. He helps you dry off before leading you to the bench in front of your vanity. He stands behind you and picks up your brush.

He delicately brushes your hair, making sure to gently brush any knots out. "You're so good to me, darling." He says softly. "You're good to me, love." You respond with a smile while he finishes brushing your hair. He separates your hair into sections and starts braiding it. He lifts you off the bench before carrying you to bed. He pulls you into his arms, "Goodnight, darling." He says before turning off the lights. Goodnight, love." You whisper back as you drift asleep.

[mochegato]

Sugar Baby Blues

“Where is she,” Zoe wondered aloud for what had to be the fifth time in the last five minutes.

Marinette giggled and clasped her hand to ground her.  “Zoe, she’s only a few minutes late.  She said she’d be here any second.”

“Yeah, but that was like ten minutes ago, and honestly with Sandy,” she rolled her eyes, “she’s worse than you used to be and I’m hungry,” she teased.

Marinette gasped in mock offense and swiped playfully at her.  “I am much better, thank you very much!”

“I know,” she crowed, “that’s why I said ‘used to be’ not currently are.”  They glared at each other, trying to stare the other into submission, but both broke down into giggles after just a few moments.  They were laughing so hard, they completely missed the limo that pulled up in front of them.

“Zoe!” a blonde-haired woman, who Marinette had to assume was Sandy, squealed as she launched herself out of the limo and into Zoe’s arms.

“Sandy!” Zoe squealed, matching Sandy’s excitement.  They both made the same noise as they hugged, jumping around in a circle in their excitement.  “I missed you so much!  It’s so good to see you!  You look amazing!”  Zoe gushed all of it out in less than 10 seconds and at a decibel that Marinette had a hard time hearing.

“Oh my God!  I missed you too.  You have to tell me everything about Paris and your life there!  You look so good too!  But I have to give credit to my Daddy for my look,” she preened and fluffed her hair as she posed for Zoe.  “He buys me the best things.”

“Your dad?” Zoe asked.  Her eyes shot to Marinette in confusion.  “But I thought you didn’t talk to…”

“No,” Sandy waved her off like the very idea disturbed her inner peace, “not my dad, my Daddy.  My Sugar Daddy.  Come on, he’s in the car.  I’m dying for you to meet him.”  She started pulling Zoe toward the car but froze after a step and turned to Marinette.  “Oh!  Oh my God!  I’m so rude.  I’m sorry!  You must be Marinette.  Zoe has told me so much about you.”

Marinette smiled and waved awkwardly.  “Yep, that’s me.”  Her eyes flicked to Zoe who suddenly looked uncertain, but she took a breath and turned back to Sandy again.  “Zoe’s told me a lot about you too,” she offered kindly.  “It’s really nice to meet you.”

“Sandy,” Zoe started carefully, her eyes shot to Marinette for reassurance before continuing, “I thought it was just going to be us at lunch and after.”

“Oh, don’t worry!  Gary’s just joining us for lunch!” she reassured Zoe quickly, her voice full of excitement.  “He’ll drop us off at Times Square after lunch and he promised to let me use his credit card for our shopping.  But he knows the nicest places to eat so when I asked him where we should go and said I wanted to take some girlfriends out, he volunteered to go with us.”

“Oh, that was… nice,” Zoe faltered, finally able to settle on a neutral way to end the sentence.

“I know right!” Sandy gushed.  There was no indication she’d caught onto Zoe’s anxiousness.  “He’s the best Daddy ever.  Come on,” she motioned them toward the door.  “We don’t want to be late.  Daddy doesn’t like being late.”

“Right,” Zoe nodded.  She shot Marinette an apologetic glance before following Sandy into the car.  Marinette sighed and followed Zoe into the limo.

Once she got in, it became clear Sandy had left out a few significant details and Marinette instantly wished they’d decided not to get in, because not only was Gary there, who she assumed was the man in the main seat Sandy had cuddled up to, but there were four other men in the car as well.  All five of the men were in dark, poorly tailored suits, which she could tell without looking very hard, hid guns in shoulder holsters.  The four men’s expressions matched their dour suits.  Their eyes had a hard, emotionless set to them, and their mouths fixed into neutral flat lines.

She turned to Zoe with wide eyes, hoping she was picking up the same thing as Marinette, but Zoe was watching the way her friend and Gary interacted with poorly disguised distaste.  Marinette had no choice but to grin and push past the four men, sitting two by two on the side benches, to get the seat facing backward.  She looked past the partition to see the chauffeur, accidentally catching his eyes in the rear-view mirror.

To her surprise, his eyes were not devoid of emotion like the other men’s were.  Instead, his vibrantly blue eyes looked almost confused at seeing her there until one eyebrow rose into something like a question.  She gave a crooked smile back and shrugged.  The question he was trying to ask was still a mystery to her but whatever it was, a shrug felt like the right answer.  It was the answer to so many questions someone could ask right then.

Somehow, that small interaction made her feel significantly more confident about the situation.  She could handle this.  This was nothing.  It was a lunch and then she wouldn’t have to see any of these men again.  She could do that.  She’d had dinner with Adrien’s dad… and his mom, not to mention Zoe’s mom.  If she could survive them, this would be a breeze.

Her resolve was shaken the moment she looked up and had the unfortunate experience of meeting Gary’s eyes.  He looked her and Zoe over like a predator, actually licking his lips at one point.  His lips curled up into a wolfish smile.  “So, who’re your… friends, Baby?”

“Oh!”  Sandy brightened up and pulled away enough to motion toward Zoe and Marinette.  “This is my old friend Zoe.  We went to school together.  We haven’t seen each other in forever, but we were best friends.”  Marinette silently thanked the gods that Sandy had enough sense not to mention Zoe’s status, or rather her parents’ status.  There was no way that wouldn’t be dangerous information for a man like him to know.  “And this is her friend Marinette.  She’s visiting from Paris.”

“Ahh, the City of Love,” he leered.  He leaned forward and waggled his eyebrow.  “Maybe we can help you find love here.”

Marinette subconsciously leaned away, but her eyes widened at the offer, which the man apparently took as interest instead of the repulsion she actually felt as his grin widened.  “I’m actually hoping for more corporate pursuits for now,” she said tightly.

“Maybe we can help you with both,” he offered.  He shimmied forward in his seat, still too far away from her to actually make contact, but he very much looked like he wanted to.

Marinette almost shifted further into the corner but before she could, the car took a turn unnecessarily sharply, knocking him back into his seat.  “Hey!  Watch the turns, incompetent jackass.”  He leaned closer to one of the goons to whisper under his breath, “Never hire this guy as a fill-in again.  In fact, never use that agency again.”

Marinette gave the driver a grateful smile while Gary settled himself again.  “I’m good, thank you,” she stated firmly.  “I’m going to do it on my own.”

“It never hurts to have friends,” he chided.  He had the audacity to pout like she was hurting his feelings.

Her eyes moved from him to his goons slowly, uncomfortably before returning to him.  “It depends on the friend,” she said carefully.

Zoe grabbed her arm and edged closer.  “Marinette,” she warned, her voice was low enough for just Marinette to hear it.

“I can be very friendly,” he cooed.  His voice was so sickeningly sweet, it made her nauseous.  Combined with the utter disrespect he was showing Sandy, who clearly was not happy with the situation, Marinette couldn’t wait to get out of the car and breathe uncontaminated air.

She wanted to tell the creep that she was well familiar with the benefits of having the right friends because she had a friend who insisted on putting any new friends their group made through a thorough, slightly illegal… depending on the country, highly illegal in most countries, background check after the miraculous situation had blown up and they all discovered half of the parents and friends of parents were involved.  So he was welcome to become a friend and be exposed to that kind of check, but somehow, she didn’t think that would end well for her while she was contained in the small car with five hostiles.

She was saved from having to say anything by Sandy’s shrill squeak as she pulled a jewelry box out of Gary’s chest pocket and showed it to him.  “Is that for me, Daddy?”

He grabbed the box back and gave her a smarmy smile, though his eyes flicked to Marinette for a second.  “Of course, Baby,” he crooned in that same saccharine tone.  He held it out for her but pulled it away at the last second when she tried to grab it.  She giggled and reached for it again only to have it pulled away again.  They repeated the cycle a few times, Sandy giggling like it was a surprise each time.  Marinette shot Zoe an unimpressed look that Zoe returned, hers with a significantly more uncomfortable inflection at seeing her old friend behave that way.

When Sandy finally grasped the box, she had it open in a matter of seconds and gasped loudly, clutching it to her chest as she gave Gary a kiss on the cheek. “It’s beautiful, Daddy!  I love it!”  she gushed as she did a little dance in her seat.  She held the ostentatious diamond necklace out to show Zoe and Marinette.  “Isn’t it beautiful?  Thank you so much, Daddy.  Will you put it on me?”

“Of course, Baby,” he cooed.  He looked at Marinette and Zoe the entire time he was latching the clasp.  “It’s what I do for my friends.”

Marinette couldn’t stop herself from reacting that time.  She looked away and closed her eyes, forcing herself to take several long deep breaths as she edged closer to Zoe, trying to angle herself so she was almost in front of her, but Zoe wouldn’t let her do it.  She kept her right by her side but clasped her hand to make sure Marinette knew they were in it together.

Fortunately, they didn’t have to sit there long.  They arrived at the restaurant almost immediately after that.  If she hadn’t known better, she would have said the chauffeur had been speeding to get them there faster.  Someone opened the door from the outside and the four men on the sides filed out first, followed by Gary, then Sandy.  Zoe gave Marinette a significant look and a nod before following her out.

Marinette, however, hesitated before moving.  She needed a few seconds to calm herself down and build up her defenses before she could brave another extended period with Gary.  She let out a few long, deep breaths, counting to five on the inhale and five on the exhale.  “What have we gotten into this time?” she muttered to herself.

“You sure you want to go in there?”

Marinette jumped away from the partition, her hands flying to her chest.  She’d forgotten about the chauffer, which said something about how unthreatening she found him despite what she was positive were bulging muscles under his suit based off the way it settled against him.  Sometime while she was doing her breathing exercises, he’d turned around and settled his elbow on the partition to check on her.

When she met his eyes, she saw the concern but there was something else there, something surreptitious that should scare her, especially considering the kind of man he worked for, but didn’t.  His roguish smile didn’t hurt either.  It softened the sharp lines of his face, making him seem gentler than his scars indicated.  “No, but I’m not sure I have much of a choice,” she admitted, more honestly than she’d meant to be.

The charming grin dropped from his face and his eyes darted to the door and back to her in a microsecond.  “I can take you out of here,” he offered, his voice light in direct contrast to the weighted look he was giving her.

Marinette’s eyes traced the same path, to the door and him, but much slower than his did.  “I can’t do that,” she shook her head doubtfully.

“You don’t need to worry about him,” he assured her.  His hand rested gently on her arm and his eyes were steely, a reassurance that he meant what he said.  “I can get you out of here before he notices.”

She smiled softly at him and rested her hand on his but shook her head.  “I can’t leave my friend.  We’ll just try to get through this as quickly as possible and get out.  Won’t be our first dinner with a criminal.”

“You make a habit of dining with villains, do you?” he teased, but she could hear the edge of curiosity in her voice.

She huffed out a mirthless laugh but then let out a long-suffering breath.  “More than I care to remember.”

“If I can’t convince you otherwise, then just be careful,” he said, all teasing long gone.  There’s an exit through the kitchen, just past the bathrooms, a perfect cover if you want to get you and your friend out, and of course there’s the door in front.  The back is easier though, less men guarding it and they won’t give a few women a second glance, especially if you’re giggling.  Giggling women always get ignored.”  He squeezed her arm just enough to let her know he was serious about his concern, but it was the worried look in his eyes that made her breath catch in her chest.  “Get out, get to the far side of the alley, and start walking.  Don’t stop until you’re at your hotel or safe.”

His words struck completely through Marinette, setting her on edge.  There was something off in them.  It wasn’t a normal warning.  It was far too specific.  Either the man she was dining with had a history of violent meals or something was going to happen during this meal, and he knew.  She was just about to ask him about it when one of Gene’s men stuck his head into the car.  “Boss says to get into the restaurant.”

Marinette’s eyes instantly narrowed and her back stiffened rod straight.  “Excuse me?  I don’t work for your boss.  He can’t order me around.”

The chauffeur snorted lightly, just barely loud enough for Marinette to hear.  She wanted to shoot a glare at him, but the goon was her more immediate concern and she didn’t want to take her eyes off of him.  The goon glowered deeply at her and reached in to pull her out by force, but the chauffeur jumped into action, letting the limo jut forward just enough to throw the goon off balance.  “You sure about this?” the chauffeur asked under his breath.

She nodded determinedly.  “More than ever.  I can’t leave Zoe with men like that.”

He nodded but kept his eyes on the goon still trying to get up.  “Good luck then.  You better go before he sends more goons.”

“Thank you,” she said quietly and gave him one more timid smile before exiting the car.

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Dinner proceeded with little fanfare.  Dinners with the Agrestes and Zoe’s mom had actually set Marinette and Zoe up pretty well for dealing with Gary.  It was miserable, but manageable and since he’d apparently rented out the entire room, they didn’t have to suffer in front of anyone.  Of course, that also meant there was nobody there to appeal to if anything happened.  They just had to hope that nothing happened to make it worse than it already was.

The entire meal was filled with self-congratulatory, pompous pontificating.  The only time he asked them a question was to get their opinion of something he’d done, and even then, he started talking before they could answer.  And the only break from the egotistical monologue was to overtly flirt, more with Zoe and Marinette than Sandy, who had clearly noticed and did not appear to appreciate the slight in the least.

Marinette and Zoe had strategically seated themselves as far from Gary as they could.  Luckily, he’d chosen a massive table, so they were able to sit far away from him.  Unluckily, that position also put them in direct eyeline for him, meaning he could casually ogle them throughout the entire meal, which he seemed to take great pleasure in doing.

By the time the dinner was over, Marinette and Zoe were praying nobody ordered dessert so they could end their misery, but Sandy of all people, destroyed that hope ordering the chocolate entremet.  Marinette had to tighten her muscles to keep herself from throwing her head back with a groan.  However, her body’s already rigid posture straightened even further at Gary’s next comment.

“That’s a lot of chocolate, isn’t it, baby?  You sure you should get that?  You’re not going to fit into that new dress I just got you,” he chided.

She pouted dramatically at him and shoved her chest out as she positioned herself to look up at him through her lashes.  “But, Daddy, I love chocolate.  And I thought we could share.  I was going to eat off of your spoon,” she implored in a poor imitation of a baby voice.  “I was going to lick it clean.”

His eyes flashed and moved to Zoe and Marinette, his lips widening into that same predatory smile from earlier, but before he could voice what was obviously on his mind, the door slammed open.  Marinette jumped, her arm immediately reaching for Zoe, to pull her closer while she tried to assess the situation, but the only thing she could ascertain was that the bad thing the chauffeur had warned her about, had arrived.

“Girls, eat your dessert at the bar,” Gary barked at them, his eyes staring intently at the man who had just entered, only flicking away to note the men he’d brought with him and were spreading out throughout the room.

“But, Daddy, we were going to share our dessert,” Sandy pouted.

“I said leave!” he shouted at her and shoved her away.

Sandy was barely able to catch herself before she stumbled to the ground.  Zoe helped her up and rushed her over to the bar with Marinette.  Marinette eyed the door to the bathroom, but there was a man stationed at the door.  She motioned for the two women to follow her and took a breath before walking up to him.  “Excuse me, we’d like to use the restroom.”

The man looked over her shoulder to his boss before turning back to her with a shake of his head.  “Hold it until we’re done,” he grunted.

Marinette glared at him, but let Zoe guide her back over to the bar while they waited to see what was going to happen.  She didn’t listen to the words, focusing more on the men, what weapons they appeared to have, where they were positioning themselves, how much attention they were paying to the events around them, how confident they seemed.  All of it fed into her planning, so when the first gun was pulled out, she was able to react instantly, pulling the other two women behind the bar and pushing them onto the floor, but making sure she had a good view of the exit at the back, which now had two men defending it.

If they could just get the men to move, then she could get Zoe and Sandy through the door and out the back.  There was no way to tell if there were more men waiting for them at the door to the alleyway, but as the chauffeur had said, they likely wouldn’t think anything of a group of women.  They were probably keeping their eyes out for the men working for whoever the enemy was and wouldn’t think twice about some women, especially vapid, weak women, which it shouldn’t be hard to convince men like that, that they were.

She stayed there, hidden, just listening to the sounds of bullets and punches flying, her eyes never straying from the back door, until one of the men stationed at the back door started toward them, a slightly deranged look in his eyes.  Marinette patted Zoe’s shoulder to get her to look up.  She could feel the moment she saw the same thing Marinette did, her entire body tensing, but she moved into position instantly, ready to defend themselves.

However, it had been quite a few years since they’d had to fight and as became crystal clear as soon as they started fighting, they were far out of practice.  Zoe attacked him first, throwing punches and kicking him in the knee to force him down, but he seemed to not feel her hits at all, moving smoothly past her and bucking her off into the wall of bottles.  She crashed down onto the floor with a soundless groan.

Marinette stared from Zoe to the wall of bottles behind her critically for a split second before making a decision and backing out of his way.  The man leered condescendingly at her; confident he’d scared her into submission.  She backed away from the man, close to Zoe to let the man pass before jumping into action.  She grabbed the thickest bottle she could find, which had happened to be right next to where Zoe fell and swung it into the back of his head as hard as she could.

He fell instantly, his head smacking into the ground, but the sound muted by the cushioning matt for bartenders.  Blood trickled from the back of his head, but not enough that Marinette was concerned.  Zoe knelt to check his pulse, giving Marinette a breathless nod.  Marinette nodded back and turned her attention back to the fight, seeing the damage for the first time.  Several bodies were sprawled on the ground, but for the most part, the men appeared to still be fighting.  There were several groups sequestered around the room, hiding behind inadequate barriers.  Until two new players joined the fight with a loud bang of some kind of smoke bomb.

Marinette squeaked and ducked back behind the bar.  She eyed the back door again disappointed to discover the second man was still there and clearly on the defense, his eyes darting around the room as he took it all in.  She peeked around the corner of the bar which exposed her to the man at the door, but she was confident he wasn’t a threat to them, he was far too focused on the people with weapons.

Smoke had filled the room limiting her vision.  All she could make out were vague shapes of punches being thrown, men falling against tables, and the occasional arrow, which actually confused her more than anything else she was seeing.  Zoe popped up next to her, also scrunching her face to try to see better.

Finally, the smoke cleared enough she could see people’s faces and gasped.  The chauffeur and another man who hadn’t been there before were in the thick of the fight; punching men, blocking them from shooting each other and the other man was shooting arrows that did all kinds of different things, at the goons.

“Is that… who is that?” Zoe whispered.

“I’m not actually sure,” Marinette answered blankly.

She was awed for a moment at their skillful, graceful movements but then a movement caught her eye.  Two of the goons were creeping up on the men.  Marinette moved before she could fully think through her plan.  She grabbed two of the full bottles that looked like they had the thickest glass and deftly threw them at the men, both hitting their mark easily.  She cheered at her success but squeaked and ducked back down when the remaining men in the room turned their attention to her.

She stayed ducked behind the bar until the sounds of the fighting were done, even then, not popping her head up without knowing who had won and whether Zoe and Sandy were safe.  There was little to no cover behind the bar if someone bothered to come around the side, so Marinette tried to push Sandy and Zoe as far out of the way as possible, but Zoe wouldn’t let her leave, pulling her into hiding as well.

From her new position, she could barely see the entrance to the bar area, but she was able to see someone moving past the bar and into the back passageway.  She heard a voice that sounded like the chauffeur’s, but she couldn’t be sure, calling across the room.  “Hey moron, where’d you go?”

There was a pause before he laughed loudly.  Marinette looked pointedly at Zoe, communicating an entire conversation with just a few looks.  Finally Zoe huffed and rolled her eyes with a nod.  Marinette smiled and crawled over to the entrance to the bar area just in time to see the chauffeur’s partner wheeling a large linen basket into the room with two goons knocked out inside.  “Ahh, just taking out the trash then,” her chauffeur chuckled.

She took a second to take in the scene now that the fight appeared to be finished.  Men were laying on the floor all around the room, some bleeding, some handcuffed, some tied up, some in nets for some reason, and at least one strapped to the wall with some kind of restraints tied to arrows.  She ducked back behind the bar and shook her head in shock.  Very little of the sight made sense and she’d seen plenty of fight aftermaths before.

She didn’t even notice when the chauffeur approached them, getting close enough to rest against the end of the bar and watch her, his eyebrow raised in what Marinette assumed was amusement.  She smiled sheepishly at him with a shrug.  He chuckled and shook his head as he held out his hand to help her up.  As soon as she was up and standing on her own, he gently brushed the glass and dirt off of her.  “I thought I said to go out the back,” he chided lightly.  “Not hunker down and fight.”

She raised an unamused eyebrow at him.  “Was there a secret passage we didn’t know about,” she asked sharper than she meant to use with the men who’d saved them.  “Because the exit you told me about was well guarded for the entire fight.  So, unless you have an invisibility cloak you meant for us to use, we didn’t have an option.”

He bobbed his head to the side in acquiescence and slightly sheepishly.  “Well, it’s done now, let’s get you ladies out of here.”

Sandy whimpered and hid her face in Zoe’s chest, who wrapped her up in her arms and hid her eyes.  “It’s okay, don’t look, Sandy.  It’s okay.  We’re okay,” she reassured her, speaking slowly and confidently even as she looked to Marinette for reassurance.  Marinette nodded to her and let the chauffeur take her hand to guide her through the back passage out of the restaurant back to where the car was waiting for them.

Zoe took a long, cleansing breath as soon as they got outside.  It took a few seconds before she could process everything again.  “Sandy,” she shook her head exasperated, “I know I asked for a blast of a visit, but this is not what I meant.”

Sandy looked around them, edging further into Zoe’s arms and away the trash and the men who had been knocked out, and whimpered.

The sound of sirens broke through the silence.  He whipped his head toward the sound and cocked his head, listening quietly for a few seconds.  He turned back toward them and jerked his head toward the street.  “That would be the police.  I’d say they’re about four to five blocks away.”  He opened the door of the limo as his friend pumped into the driver’s seat.  “Would you ladies care for a ride?”

“Before the police get here?” Zoe asked suspiciously.

“I don't think you want to be involved in a police investigation, do you?” he asked pointedly.

“No, we do not!” Sandy agreed instantly and jumped into the limo faster than she had earlier.  “Come on Zoe.  Marinette.”  Zoe bobbed her head to the side in agreement and crawled in with a sigh.

Marinette started toward the door but froze before getting in.  “Our fingerprints are everywhere though,” she pointed out.  “They’re going to know we were there and left.”

“We'll take care of it,” he assured her hurriedly.  “Now, get in, we only have about 30 seconds.”  He said it like a suggestion but shoved her into the car and followed after her.  Marinette didn’t even have a chance to brace herself before the limo peeled out and just in time, they turned the corner down the block just as the police turned onto the block in front of the restaurant.

Marinette climbed onto the seat and rubbed her head.  She studied the two men closely, trying to glean any clues to their role in what had just happened.  They clearly weren’t with the authorities, but they also weren’t with the gangsters.  But that didn’t mean they were safe.  And with all Sandy’s attention on her hands as she processed what just happened, and all Zoe’s attention on comforting Sandy, it was left to Marinette to make sure they were safe, or at the very least safer than they had been before.  “Who are you guys?” she finally broke the silence to ask.

“We're the good guys,” the original chauffeur grinned.  The red headed new chauffeur made a noise that didn’t really seem indicate agreement or denial to Marinette, but it seemed to mean something to the original chauffeur.  “We're the goodish guys,” he amended with a shrug to which Marinette hummed unconvinced entirely, but enough to not push it.

They arrived at the hotel in no time, again she was positive the new chauffeur had far exceeded the speed limit to get the back as quickly as possible.  As soon as they eased to a stop, the dark-haired, original chauffeur got out and opened the door for them.  “Don't forget, you ladies were never there.  You were together shopping and drinking all day,” he reminded them pointedly.

“No, we weren’t,” Sandy choked like she was insulted by the insinuation.

“Yes, we were,” Zoe insisted pointedly.  She turned Sandy by her shoulders to lead her into the hotel.  “Remember?  You must have had too much to drink.  We were drinking and shopping but didn’t find anything we wanted.”

Sandy blinked at her but let her lead her into the hotel.  “We did,” she asked carefully.

“Yep, we did,” Zoe reassured her.  She glanced back over her shoulder to catch Marinette’s eye, raising an eyebrow once she did.

Marinette nodded back furtively.  She waited until the door had closed behind them before turning to the man.  “You knew something was going down today.”  It was a statement not a question.

“We did,” he confirmed.  “The shooting was a surprise though.  It was just supposed to be a business deal that we were going to get on camera then steal the goods after,” he shrugged, “…to return it to its rightful owner,” he added quickly at seeing her raised eyebrow.  “I did offer to get you out,” he pointed out and put his hands out in innocence.

“Couldn't leave my friend,” she shrugged.  “Someone had to watch out for them.”

“That was very...” he looked away into the distance as if searching for the right word, “…stupid,” he finished.  She gasped and punched him in his unfairly firm pectoral.  She had to bite down the whimper at the pain that shot through her hand, refusing to let him know how it had affected her.  She hadn’t even hit him that hard!  But judging by the loud bark of laughter that echoed off the buildings in the street, she hadn’t been too successful.  “But noble too,” he admitted, his voice softer, more intimate.

“Here,” he handed her a card with a number scrawled on it.  “If you have any trouble with the police or that guys’ goons, or have questions, or you need a tour guide, here or Metropolis, or you get bored, or don't get bored, give me a call.”

She took his card and looked up at him through her lashes.  “And who would I be calling?

“Me,” he grinned back.

She rolled her eyes but smiled at the joke.  “And you are?”

“Jason.  Jason Todd.”  He held his hand out to her.

“It’s nice to meet you, Jason.  I'm Marinette.  Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, Marinette.”  He raised her hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to it.  He backed away, still keeping his eyes on her.  He maintained his eye contact until he’d reached the passenger door.  He gave her one more roguish smile before opening the door.  “Use the card,” he called as he slid into the seat.

“I'll think about it,” she quipped, but her warm smile betrayed her interest.

“Think hard.”  His annoyingly enticing voice carried to her even as the car pulled away.

She watched the car until it turned at the next block, only then whispering, “I don't have to.”  She was already planning to text as soon as Zoe and Sandy had calmed down and they were sure the police weren’t going to question them.

@maribatserver

[gretahayes]

top 5 mythological figures or myths?

you didn’t specify which so like i pulled up my book of african and caribbean myths & legends

my number one fave i never talk about is told amongst the yoruba people in nigeria (not yoruba but that's my country...), togo & benin (west african countries! africa is not a country. as a disclaimer). it’s a creation myth. a lot happens in it but the background is there’s deities in the sky—orishas. they’re ruled by their father and creator, olorun, who is known as their father, the sky god. it’s the magical story of how obatala (the orisha of creativity and inner peace, a very deep thinker, always solving problems and coming up with ideas) created the earth, the first people and the first ancient city, ife (in nigeria!!!). even though all of the orishas have magical powers to create wonderful things, their plans do not always work out as expected. my favorite orisha in this myth is obatala's son, ogun, the blacksmith. he’s so funny. just wants to work in his forge on his weapons and doesn’t like to be disturbed. they need to free him.

shoutout to eurydice and orpheus. they make me cry.

3rd is another african myth. not sorry. it's a creation story about the buganda people of uganda (in east africa, for all you westerners who know nothing about africa). it’s about how death came into the world, and above all it's a love story between kintu and nambi. in this version, kintu is the first man to be created on earth. he meets and falls in love with the only daughter of the sky god (gulu), named nambi. he is set several impossible challenges to prove he is worthy to marry her. they're impossible but of course he figures it out because he loves her and she loves him. also he cheats, because of course. think eros and psyche. i love nambi. she’s described as fiery and fearless. & especially i adore the lack of eurocentric ideas of beauty. dark bodies and strong arms being used to describe all of gulu's children indiscriminately to show their godliness. kintu's skin being as dark as midnight and his hair twisted and curled into tight knots around his head. gorgeous bronzed skin and black eyes that flash with flecks of amber being nambi's description. and all these things are positive and attractive...ANYWAY how death comes into the world is arguably the least important part of this imo but if you care it's because her brother walambe follows her to live on earth cause he follows her everywhere. and also he's death.

to be boring; the odyssey! it's on my to-read list for sure it's so fun. i lovee odysseus and his lying trickster debatably a good person swag.

have to represent my boy reuben from christian mythology. oldest brother who failed to save his youngest-minus-one little brother from being sold into slavery? love him. mwah.

(ask game)

[stardust-kenobi]

Reminiscence

Part Six

Part five

Obi Wan Kenobi x F!Reader

Summary: You and Obi Wan’s new friends bring you to safety on Jabiim, but are faced with a challenge that leaves them stranded with you, causing tensions to run high

Warnings: Jealous Obi Wan, smut, angst?

Word count: 5.6k

A/N: So sorry for how long this took me to write! Thank you all for being patient <3. I have forgotten many details of Fallen Order so if anything is a little off, please forgive me, it’s been over a year since I played it.

Side note: if you are unfamiliar with Cal Kestis, the only details you need to know is that he was 12 at the time of order 66 (now 22) and was Jaro Tapal’s padawan. Cere and Greez are essentially his found family.

Gif cred: @mcgregor

Absolute peace and focus overcame you. The wind swept your hair from your shoulder, sending a chill across your neck. The force was guiding you through your meditation, and you took in every essence of self reflection that it allowed.

The distant roar of speeders and transports barely reached you now in your subconscious. Your balcony in the temple was quiet enough, even with the commotion of a city planet. It was a small balcony, but it was all yours. Alone.

Or so you thought.

A disruption sucked your focus away from your inner thoughts and demanded your attention behind you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you”

“Master Kenobi” You affirmed as your heart skipped a beat. It had been weeks since you’d had time with him outside of your training. You weren’t expecting him to visit you in your personal quarters.

“What a terrible mentor I am to be interrupting your meditation”

“No it’s okay, really. I was nearly done anyways”

“May I sit?” He gestured toward the ground

You nodded. He sat next to you. Not too close. Not too far away.

“I’m sorry for my distance lately. I’m sure you still understand why” Obi Wan muttered, addressing the elephant in the room.

“I do” You looked away.

“It’s for the best” He said, using a tone that implied he was trying to convince himself of that as well.

“I know” You said, turning your attention back to him. The sun lit his face perfectly on this balcony. Stars, you could stare at him for ages. He stared back, allowing his eyes to dart back and forth between your pupils and your lips. Subtly was usually not something he struggled with, but maybe he wasn’t trying to be subtle.

“Although I…” He broke the silence.

“What?”

“I don’t know if it’s doing much good” He admitted.

“What do you mean?”

You knew exactly what he meant. The lack of contact outside of your training did nothing but further fuel your imaginative thoughts about him. You assumed he was struggling in the same way.

He shook his head, wishing he hadn’t even said that.

“Never mind” He smiled.

“It’s not helping me much either” You confessed, refusing to look away from him or get shy now.

He raised his eyebrows, “I see”.

“Has this ever happened before?” You pondered. Surely there’s been some instance of this happening in all the history of the Jedi.

“Well, I certainly don’t have distracting thoughts about Anakin” Obi Wan

“I meant to anyone else, silly”

“I know, I’m only teasing” He laughed, “Yes, it has. I was only 15, right after I began training with Qui Gon. I wasn’t able to be told any details but I heard whispers of a Jedi Master and his Padawan running off together”

“Wow”

“Master Windu, um, he caught them together”

“Caught them doing what?”

“Exactly what you think they were doing”

Your eyes grew wide, “Oh”

Obi Wan cleared his throat, “Yes. Which is why he was careful to warn me when he noticed our attachment”

“Makes sense” You chuckled.

“Many speculated it was only lust between those two, but I could tell…it was love” He thought back to the couple who chose their attachment over the ways of being a Jedi. You pondered that for a moment, wondering how deep a connection must be to overrule everything you've ever known.

He stared off for a while, the memory of them replaying in his head. You wondered if he weighed the consequence of running off with you, and if his feelings were deeper than lust as well. You shook that idea away immediately.

“I don’t want to be the reason you struggle to succeed” He muttered. This seemed to come out of nowhere, but perhaps there was a connection.

“You are the reason I will succeed” You contested firmly.

“I hope that will remain true” He smiled at you.

The gentle breeze continued to brush the wild strands of hair off your cheeks.

"I am worried about Anakin" Obi Wan muttered.

"How so?"

"He's..." Obi Wan began, "He is losing his way"

The tone in his voice was broken. There was struggle within him, you could sense it and see it in his eyes.

"He is distracted. Ahsoka has noticed, too" You agreed.

"Anakin is far more than distracted" Obi Wan murmured.

"I think Padme is proof of that" You mumbled.

"You believe it, too?"

"She’s carrying his child. It may not be obvious to everyone but...a woman can tell when another woman is in love" You sighed.

"This is my fault" He shook his head.

"No, it's not, Master Kenobi" You quickly shot back,"No one, not even the galaxy's strongest Jedi, can stand in the way of love" You declared. He stared at you, thinking carefully about his next words.

"I suppose you're right" Obi Wan concurred, stroking his beard.

"You cannot blame yourself for any of Anakin's decisions. He is lucky to have your guidance. I am lucky to have your guidance"

Only a smile was offered in response, but you were glad to know you said that with confidence.

“I’ve received word that General Grevious is on Utapau. I’ll be leaving soon” He changed the subject, but you anticipated that this was likely what he came to tell you in the first place.

“I’ll come with you” You insisted.

“No, my dear, I can’t have you with me. Not against him” He said, placing a hand atop yours, sending electricity through your veins at the sudden contact.

“You can’t prepare me to be a Jedi knight if you don’t even let me in on the action” You teased.

“I can’t prepare you to do anything if you get yourself killed” He shot back.

“That’s fair” You conceded.

“I will see you soon, my young Padawan” Obi Wan spoke softly, looking at you with adoration.

You turned to listen only to his receding footsteps, longing for more time with him, more conversation, and more exchanged glances.

“And just in case I haven’t told you in a while” He spoke softly, turning to you again. You turned around to meet his gaze.

“I’m proud of you, Y/N”

Your heart melted at his praise. It was no surprise that he was proud of you, but, to hear him say it meant everything to you.

As you watched him walk away from you, a sinking feeling of dread settled into your chest. You couldn’t explain why, and you thought maybe you just didn’t want him to go.

Little did you know, it was the last time you’d see your Master before everything fell apart.

“So where are we taking this hunk of metal?” Greez called from the pilot seat.

“Tatooine?” You ignorantly suggested.

“We can’t go to Tatooine. That’s the first place they’ll look for us” Obi Wan whispered in frustration.

“Coruscant?” Greez, the pilot, haphazardly suggested.

“Greez” Cal scolded him. The elephant in the room stated that was a terrible idea.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding” Greez threw his hands up.

“What about Jabiim?” Cal spoke up.

“Will they take kindly to us bringing the Empire's most wanted Jedi?” Cere pondered.

“I don't want to put innocent people at risk” You muttered, your nerves on edge.

“You’re not. These people on Jabiim help Jedi” Cere comforted you.

“Usually not the ones that Darth Vader himself is personally looking for, but who knows” Cal remarked.

“We will take you to a safe space but that’s as far as we’ll go. You two are being hunted, and I can’t risk that putting us in danger on this ship” Cere remarked. You understood, no matter how it may have sounded.

“We are grateful for any help” Obi Wan flashed a quick smile.

Cere nodded, still amazed to be in Obi Wan’s presence. She never really knew him before, but everyone knew of Obi Wan in some way. He was one of the greatest Jedi of our time.

--

The trip was long, several days would pass before you reached your destination, but it provided you the time to recollect yourselves after what had just taken place. Jabiim was located in the outer rim, and considering the dire need to travel in stealth, it took even longer than normal. To fill the empty void of nothing but time, you and Obi Wan visited with Cal and Cere, getting to know them better and looking back on a time you could all relate to. It was painful but necessary to discuss. Greez joined the conversation here and there when he wasn’t attending to piloting the ship.

You wanted to be alone with Obi Wan to ask him about Anakin. The shock of this revelation was continuing to sink in achingly slow, and you imagined it was tearing him apart, too. Everything happened so fast on Batuu, he hadn’t had the chance to talk about it, let alone process it. There was a lingering pain in his expression that no smile or laugh could’ve concealed.

“And Master Tapal, he’s—” Obi Wan inquired, unable to finish his own sentence because he assumed the answer. He knew Master Tapal, not well, but they were acquainted.

“Gone...died in my arms” Cal said coldly, “I barely made it out alive” He hung his head, making it clear that ten years couldn’t heal the wound that losing his master had inflicted.

“I am so sorry” Obi Wan whispered sorrowfully.

“I’m glad you two were able to find each other again. You’re lucky” Cal smiled, studying your every movement. It was noticeable, though, that he looked at you more often than Obi Wan, seemingly almost watching you at times.

There were shared glances at each other between you and Obi Wan, trying to hide the tension and hopefully discreet affection for one another. You were sure that neither Cere or Cal noticed this, and you weren’t going to address it.

“It was lucky. I didn’t believe my eyes when I saw him” You noted.

“Nor did I” Obi Wan smiled, placing a hand on your knee, and immediately regretting it. Subtly and slowly, he pulled away, hoping that Cere and Cal were none the wiser to this physical contact.

Cere told you both the heartbreaking story of losing her Padawan to the dark side, just to watch her perish at the hands of Darth Vader. You couldn’t imagine her anguish, but you could sense the pain that afflicted Obi Wan as she spoke of Vader’s actions. Your new discovery of Anakin’s identity would not be shared with anyone anytime soon for this very reason. Taking risks played a huge role in your life now, but potentially enraging those who are providing you refuge would be unwise.

Obi Wan had stepped away with Cere to the cockpit, leaving you and Cal alone on the seating area.

"Is this your droid?" You smiled, watching the BD unit cozy up onto his shoulder like a Loth cat.

"Yep. This is BD-1"

The droid voiced a series of beeps you didn't quite understand but you nodded anyways.

"You know it's nice finding another Jedi my age"

"Yeah?" You smiled in agreement.

"Yeah, its...refreshing"

"I could say the same"

The conversation was pleasant. You talked about how you’d both survived through the years, and the struggle of living with such crippling survivors guilt. You couldn’t fathom the pain he felt watching his Master die and making the decision to escape and keep pushing forward.

Cal was kind and empathetic. Before the purge, you would’ve viewed him as much younger than you. He was a child and you weren’t. But here you both were, full grown adults living in a galaxy where your life is at risk everyday. There was an automatic bond there, and you deeply enjoyed your conversation with him.

It did not go unnoticed that his eyes carried a deeper feeling than just listening. You sensed something from him. An unfamiliar feeling. Maybe he felt a connection to you that was out of his control. Perhaps it was attraction. You brushed it off, considering you wouldn’t be around him much longer.

The force was an odd and complicated thing…you were slowly accepting it’s influence again, and to differentiate your feelings and senses with that of a normal human and one that is force sensitive was proving to be a challenge once more.

You put away that confusion for now. You didn’t know where Cal’s feelings were. You were unsure if he felt anything for you beyond a quickly developed friendship.

Over the next day and a half, you got to know him a little more and learned about his countless adventures in the past. He had never ending stories to tell, and you were on the edge of your seat for every single tale.

Truly, it was nice to make these new friends. You never allowed yourself to get attached before you found Obi Wan, but you found that easier to do now.

--

Jabiim was a planet you’d not even heard of before. Cere explained to you both that it was part of something called The Path, operated by people that helped hide Jedi and other force sensitive individuals. On Jabiim, these at risk people could be assigned new identities and receive the shelter they sought. This was off the radar, far into the outer rim. The empire didn’t know about it at all, at least...not yet.

Cere said they’d helped stow away Jedi before, but with you and Obi Wan being Darth Vader’s prime target, this was a lot to ask from them. The crew, of course, didn’t know why he was Vader’s target, and thankfully they didn’t ask.

The Mantis made its descent, revealing a giant rock structure as you pushed down through the clouds. An opening atop the rocks twisted open, allowing you to land safely.

A sea of friendly, yet curious faces approached the ship as the ramp opened. You and Obi Wan found yourself to be timid in the direct attention of all these new people.

Standing back from Cere and Cal, who were obviously accustomed to the company of this community, your ears picked up every piece of their conversation.

"Cere" The soft spoken man said. He was probably your age, human, tan skin and very short black hair, similar to that of Cere's appearance.

"Hello, Roken"

"Is that who I think it is?" Roken gestured to where we stood. He seemed cautious and possibly weary.

"It is. Listen I know this could compromise everything but I-"

"Who is the girl?" He interrupted her.

"His Padawan. Was...his Padawan" Cere said, emphasizing the past tense.

Your mind was stuck on how she said that. There was a possibility she knew, but you couldn’t worry about that right now.

“Are they being tracked?” Roken inquired.

“Roken. I wouldn’t bring them here if they were. You know that”

He shook his head, “Can never be too careful"

“Can you take them?”

Roken looked at our stressed faces, feeling sympathy and compassion that outweighed his fear of being compromised.

"We can take you, but only for a little while" Roken blurted.

"Thank you" You spoke up before Obi Wan could.

"You'll need separate rooms, right?"

"Oh, yes, please" Obi Wan answered, quick to pick up on the urgency to remain discreet for now.

"Cere!" Greez called from the top of the ramp.

"What?"

"We got a problem"

Turns out there was a malfunction in the main panel of the Mantis, making it impossible to launch it until the board had been fixed. It was technical talk, something you never understood, as you never learned to be a pilot. But what you gathered was simple: the Mantis crew couldn't leave tonight.

"We're short on staterooms. Two of you will have to share" Roken seemed apologetic.

The Mantis crew shot each other displeased looks, hinting that they did not, under any circumstances, want to share a room.

"We will. Its fine" You spoke up, feeling Obi Wan's eyes glued to you immediately, along with Cal's from across the room.

"Follow me, please"

The journey through the extensive corridors was riddled with surprised glances and wonder. Obi Wan was recognizable. A fact that kept him in danger constantly. Many of these people working the base were familiar with him, and were shocked to see him here. Many considered Obi Wan to have died, others accurately speculated he was alive and hiding.

The room was adequate. A stark contrast to the resort you’d stayed in the last couple of nights, but you were endlessly grateful for any help at all. There was a small bed, one that you two will probably have to get very close to one another to be able to fit, but that wasn’t a problem at all.

The door shut quietly behind you, leaving you both alone for the first time since you faced almost certain death. A small lamp barely lit the room, illuminating the bed and one small table.

Obi Wan battled with a flood of emotions, and to pinpoint what he was thinking of in that moment would’ve been impossible.

He rested his head in his palm, sighing loudly, trying to collect himself again.

You hesitated to ask, because in light of recent events, you knew what was wrong. Instead, you rubbed your hand on his back before laying your head against him.

It was a conversation to be had another time. He needed to process the revelation that Anakin still lived. Gods...you needed to process that, too.

“I don't…” Obi Wan trailed off, suddenly deciding to speak.

You turned your face up to him, “What?”

“I don't like the way Cal looks at you” He said it quickly, spitting it out so he could get it over with. He looked down at you now.

That’s what he was thinking about?

“Obi Wan, please” You sighed. You felt defensive but you’d done nothing to provoke Cal, this wasn’t your fault but you still felt like you may be to blame for his attention.

“It’s obvious…and I can sense his curiosity about us” Obi Wan noted, "but the way he looks at you...the way he talks to you"

Walking toward him, you gently wrapped your arms onto his shoulders, “You’ve got nothing to worry about. All I want is you”

“I know, darling, I’m sorry. I never thought myself to be the jealous type”

“Oh, right, like you don’t remember peeling me off of Rex that night at 79s? You acted like you only were protecting me but I saw the way you looked at Rex. You could’ve killed him for the way he touched me” You giggled.

“Stars, I’d forgotten about that” He was taken aback, simultaneously holding a look of grief at the mention of Rex.

“I never have forgotten. It was hot…the way you didn’t want any other man to have me”

“Really?”

“Really.” You purred.

Obi Wan swallowed hard, his need for you suddenly overwhelming him, “I want to do very bad things to you right now, my love” He breathed.

“What’s stopping you?”

“Well, for one, the crew on the other side of this door who were kind enough to provide us shelter”

“That’s a good point. You know there’s no way I can be quiet” You conceded.

“You can’t be loud if my hand is over your mouth, now can you?” Obi Wan whispered, pulling your hair behind your ear.

You shook your head and swallowed in anxious anticipation.

His hand slipped between the supple surface of your lower belly and the band that held your pants up, and ventured down to the heat he was seeking.

You sucked in a sharp breath, a moan threatening to strangle you, but Obi Wan’s hand slapped firmly against your mouth, muffling any precious sound that may escape you. It was torture for him. He loved the delicate noises you made. Noises he pulled from you. But he had to deny himself of that now.

“You’ll not make one noise, no matter how good my fingers make you feel” Obi Wan commanded, his voice now rough with desire.

You nodded.

His fingers trailed through your wetness and he groaned softly as he felt you, his lips pressed flush against your cheek. The tips of his fingers pressed against your clit, sending a jolt through your bones.

“Let’s lay you down, yeah?” He whispered, ripping away his touch suddenly.

Obi Wan laid your back flat against the small bed and positioned himself above you. Swiftly he pulled your pants down and off your body before returning his palm to your mouth and his still wet fingers back to your pulsing ache.

Gods, he looked so dominant above you like this. You couldn’t help but feel your skin light on fire with arousal.

His gaze followed his hand, observing the way the dim light revealed the dampness seeping onto your inner thighs. Snapping his attention back to you, he plunged his middle finger inside. You arched your back up into him from this sensation of having him, any part of him, against your walls.

At a steady and consistent pace, Obi Wan began pumping his finger in and out, following the patterns of your breathing, reacting to every way your body received this pleasure. He added another finger, providing a wonderfully full feeling into your lower belly.

Your whimpering was no match for the pressure applied to your lips. The muffled sounds were only loud enough for Obi Wan to hear. Only for him. And the thought of that, just the thought…drove him wild.

His digits fucked you faster now, the sound of your slickness loudly filling the compressed space with every thrust. With his face hovering very close to yours, he watched how your brows pressed together, almost as if you were in pain, but he knew better. You were close. And as your muscles contracted around him, he felt your release creeping closer.

“I hope he senses what I’m doing to you” Obi Wan whispered, his fingers slowing their pace. He used his fingers now without speed but with a perfect curl. He brushed against your sweetest spot with every stroke. He was expressing his jealousy with dominance, but you didn’t mind one bit.

“I could always sense when you ached for me, he can feel it too”

You knew this to be true. If a force sensitive individual felt a lust toward another, it was an unspoken concept that you could sense when they were aroused. Meaning that, more than likely, Cere wouldn’t notice, but Cal would.

You’d thought you felt it from Obi Wan all those years ago, a flutter or a tingle from the force when you were near him, but you convinced yourself you were mistaken. Knowing what you know now, it really was his lust that you felt.

Cal wasn’t your type, but you wouldn’t deny how attractive he was. This trip was long, and his lingering glances did not go unnoticed.

“That way, it is in no way unclear…that you are mine” His voice sent shivers down your spine and guided you closer to your release.

Stars circled your vision as you spilled over the edge and floated in euphoria. You gripped his wrist that covered your mouth and squeezed hard, directing your expressions of pleasure somewhere besides your mouth. Every extra

“There you go, darling, doing so good for me” He encouraged you, ravishing in the sight of your writhing body.

You floated softly back down from your orgasm, eyelids falling heavy as you looked up at him.

His face looked frantic as he quickly gripped your hand, bringing it below his belt and into his pants. The stiffness met your hand firmly, and you began to stroke him, picking up the hint that he was close to his orgasm just from fingering you.

“Please” He begged, needing the sensation of your hand so desperately, and you wouldn’t dare delay.

It was only four rhythmic strokes before he fell weak, his cock twitched within your grasp, and his release coated your hand and wrist. He suppressed his moans as best as he could, but he trembled against your touch while he rode his high, dropping his head to yours, hovering his lips above yours.

“I’m sorry, darling” He panted shamefully.

Brows furrowing in confusion, you were hurt that he was ashamed of how quickly he got off.

“Why?”

“I didn’t think that would happen so fast” He sighed, leaning back to sit next to you on the small bed.

“I really like that…that I made you cum and I hardly touched you” You noted, sitting up to meet his eyes.

“You were just…just feeling that you were so wet, darling, and so breathtaking” He swallowed, sweat beaming upon his skin.

Your cunt throbbed, begging for more of him…but you’d have to wait. He was so aroused by pleasuring you that it took nothing more than a few strokes to send him over the edge. It was so intoxicating to feel you like that, he truly couldn’t help himself.

And just the thought of that, fuck, it was so hot.

You understood why he was ashamed, but you couldn’t even express how it made your heart flutter with desire for him even more than before…if that was even possible.

“I love you” You said warmly.

“I love you, Y/N”

—

Making sure to redress yourself without evidence of ever being undressed, you exited your room to find water and hoped that you wouldn’t bump into anyone considering how late it is and how rosy your cheeks were. The silence was loud, but comforting, almost like a roar of nothingness.

As you turned the corner, the soft light of the common area reflected atop Cal’s red hair, his back turned to you as he sat at a small table. The calmed thumping in your chest grew faster suddenly. Both startled and nervous, you kept your composure. As arousing as Obi Wan’s jealousy was, you felt guilty looking Cal in the face at this moment.

“Can’t sleep?” You breathed out. Walking past him to where the drinks and refreshments were stored.

“No, not really” He said, his tone flat.

“Me either” you lied.

Bringing the cup of water to your lips, you sat across from him, clearing your throat to cover the awkwardness of silence, “We are very grateful for your help, Cal”

He smiled warmly at you, but there was a shift of disappointment in his expression.

“You were his…Padawan, right?” He changed the topic, turning his gaze to the cup he held in his hand.

“Yeah, why?” You said curiously and hesitantly.

“No reason”

His room was right next to yours. He had to have at least heard something, or as Obi Wan had hoped, and deep down you did too, he sensed your arousal. And considering you were sharing a room with Obi Wan, there was not much else that could’ve explained it.

“I know that you heard or— sensed it” You blurted out. Now or never. Put it out in the open, you guessed.

He looked up at you, and it wasn’t hate, no, it was pain in his face “I…did”

“Sorry about that” You responded, feeling even more guilty now.

Gods, you thought, why are my feelings so conflicting right now?

Cal was quiet for a moment before a small chuckle left his lips, but he wasn’t laughing, “How can he take advantage of his Padawan like that?”

“Excuse me?” You nervously laughed.

Cal shook his head in frustration, “Never mind”.

“It wasn’t happening back then. When we found each other we just-”

“It’s still wrong. He’s meant to guide you and be your mentor. You admired him because of the role he played in your life and now he’s used that to get you in bed with him”

The way in which he spoke those words sounded as though he scripted this out himself for the next time he saw you. It just happened to be 10 minutes after Obi Wan pleasured you that he encountered you.

Anger took over your conflicting emotion, “Stop. You don’t know me, and you don’t know him”

“You’re right. The Obi Wan Kenobi I heard stories of would’ve never fucked his Padawan” Cal spat the harsh words at you, standing to his feet suddenly.

How could he say that? He was so out of line. It was not his business.

“And why do you care?” You scoffed.

He sarcastically laughed. “I don’t”

“Clearly you do”

"I don't think it would matter to you if I did care"

“Cal” Cere called sternly from the doorway

Cal glanced at you with disdain once more, clenching his jaw in annoyance before storming out of the room, shoving Cere out of the way in the process.

Tears pooled in your eyes as your head dropped to the floor.

“I am sorry about him”

“You must think the same thing” You muttered, swallowing your tears.

“I don’t” Cere began “I may not agree with it, but things are different now. Cal of all people should know that. I think it bothers him because-”

“Because?” You pondered, hoping her answer wouldn't be what you suspected.

“He’s jealous” She stated blankly.

“What?”

“I see the way he looks at you, Y/N. You two haven’t been with us very long but Cal tends to grow fond of people very quickly” Cere noted. This must've happened before, you thought, and you wondered where that girl was now.

You did not know what to say, “Oh”

“Just ignore him” She consoled, placing her hand on your shoulder, “I could tell there was something more between you two almost instantly”

You swallowed hard. Seriously? You tried so hard to hide it.

“That obvious, huh?”

“No, it’s really not. Its easy for me to pick up on those sort of things" She admitted.

"I see"

"Love who you love, Y/N. Don't let anyone's judgment stand in your way" She reassured you softly, "We are all just trying to survive, and how you choose to do that, is not my business"

“Thanks, Cere” You smiled warmly at her, “And thanks again, for you know, helping us”

“Of course. Get some rest” She said softly before turning the corner, leaving you alone to your rampant, racing thoughts.

That silent roaring suffocated you now, stripping away the comfort it brought you just moments ago. You liked Cal...as a friend. It hurt you that he was so angry about your relationship. You had spent most of the past day or so on the Mantis getting to know him, but this reaction was drastically out of character from what you knew of him.

A couple of days is not long enough to really know someone, no matter how quickly you felt that a bond had formed.

You allowed the silence to overwhelm you as you sat alone in the common area but finally mustered the courage to return to Obi Wan, feeling desperate for his comfort once more.

"You were right" You groaned, closing the door behind you.

"About what?"

"Cal" Your voice broke, betraying your attempt to keep your composure.

Obi Wan shot to his feet as he heard you grow sorrowful, rushing to wrap his arms around you, "Y/N, what did he say to you?"

"He was angry. Said that what we were doing was wrong and that you were taking advantage of me"

Obi Wan's grasp tensed around you, his anger becoming evident and his blood beginning to boil. He pulled away from you to walk out the door but you yanked his wrist away from his pursuit.

"Don't. Please"

The clenching of his jaw exhibited his restraint for your benefit.

"Lets just sleep. We are both so tired” You noted. After sleeping on the floor of the ship the past two nights, you were both exhausted.

Obi Wan did not say much more after that. He was trying to calm himself as best he knew how…within his own head.

As you laid together, snuggled close as you imagined you'd have to, you looked up to him, admiring his presence and trying to push away any negative thoughts for now. That was a spiral you would not welcome into your mind.

Just rest, you thought, you're safe now.

—

The watch you wore indicated that it was morning, although without it, you would've had no idea. This entire base was built into the rock structure, the only place that light was accessible was through the port you arrived at. You crawled out of the bed, your ears suddenly fixating on a foreign sound.

You rubbed your eyes, forcing yourself to awaken to full attention.

What was that sound?

It was a faint beeping, small and unurgent. You looked around the practically empty room, and finally traced the sound to your bag resting in the corner.

You stopped in your tracks as fear overcame you. There was nothing in that bag, to your knowledge, that needed to make any sort of sound like that.

Breathing deep to calm your fear, you reached for the bag and opened it slowly, before frantically digging through every compartment.

As your eyes fixed onto a flashing red device no bigger than a coin, you had to remind yourself to keep breathing. The room shrunk and your blood ran cold. It seemed inexplicable. Who put this here? How could the Empire have tracked you?

Before you were able to comprehend it any further, a sudden, eerie alarm began blasting through the base, jolting Obi Wan out of his sleep.

They found you.

The Empire found you.

And they’ve just arrived.

A/N: I noticed some canon-inconsistencies in my details about when Obi Wan started his training. I could’ve sworn he started his training as a teenager?? But apparently not so in my version of things let’s pretend he didn’t start his training until he was like 15. Anyways this chapter is a little unrealistic and self indulgent but I hope you all enjoyed <3

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Part Seven

[lune-de-miel-au-paradis]

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Summary: Maul and Nina have their first fight. Both of their lack of communication and trust issues show up. It’s long and heated. 

Pairing: Darth Maul x OC Nina Cerasus

Warnings: Mention of wounds, medication, anxiety, mutual pining, miscommunication, idiots in love, angst (Let me know if I left out something.) Minors DNI! Every sentence in italics is an inner monologue.

AN: This fic means a lot to me and I worked on it a lot. If you have any advice or comments, please share them with me kindly. I'm posting for the first time in years and I don't want nasty comments to discourage me from posting again. Remember it’s a slow burn! If you don't like it, please go to another blog. I did my best to translate it, so pls forgive me, English is not my first language.

Please enjoy reading!

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divider by the lovely Saradika

“Get out of my head if you can’t face me in person!”

Maul heard her firm words toward him. She didn’t even turn, just stared at the landscape.

Earlier that day Maul was meditating by the lake, deeply hidden in the forest of Naboo. 

Rays of sunlight danced warmly on his tattooed chest. This time, thanks to the pleasant weather, he only wore his black pants.

Being in nature meant that one of the purest manifestations of the Force could be felt more strongly and unobtrusively. He could feel it in the soft grassy ground, the gentle trickle of the water, the leaves of the trees and all the living things that were nearby, whether in the lake or in the sky. He could sense the mossy smell of approaching summer in the air.

The Force hummed around Maul, which helped him go deeper in his meditation, helped him concentrate and see and feel everything more clearly. It was as if he saw everything he wanted to see through a crystal mirror.

Zabrak was preoccupied with so many things. His mind was filled with questions that he knew he could not address to his Master. Most revolved around a young woman with particularly green eyes.

The appearance of Nina in the last few days caused a serious disturbance in the relationship that bound Maul to the Force. 

It felt like taking a wrong turn off his path, a misstep from his goal. 

For once, he didn't understand the path he was on, he saw the final outcome towards the big Greatness only as a very uncertainty. 

He had been sitting upright, eyes closed, motionless since coming from the hospital. From the outside, he looked like a statue. A fearsome warrior stuck and frozen in time. Awaiting the adequate moment of awakening, the command to act, spilling filthy Jedi blood.

In his mind, he held the fragments of memories stolen from Nina like pieces of a puzzle. He tried to match and interpret them chronologically. He knew exactly what he was searching for. A presence of his Master. For that unmistakable characteristic, immense kind of darkness. It’s so intense he sometimes even tastes it on his tounge.

He found himself disappointed. Nina was not in contact with his Master, or at least not in these bit’s he could see in her mind. That's why he continued to look at the memory fragments continuously. Scrutinizing every moment. Childhood memories filled with light, music and stars. There weren't many of those. He saw fingers on piano keys, on a telescope, among holobooks. He sensed the smells of paint and sweet cherry. A colorful scarf, a woman's laugh, a gentle caress. Neon lights, bitter taste of alcohol and dancing in bars. Smiling girl with pink hair. An older lady sits with tea in her hand, her face tired but peaceful.

These were followed by memorial images that were imbued with grief and sorrow. A little girl clings to a man -but Maul see this one quite blurry- 

"Don't go! Stay! We need you!" cried the little girl. The man just shook the little girl off him. "This will be the best my little Comet." 

The visions then became vivid of a woman lying on a bed, pale and obviously ill. He felt a strong hand gripping the arm of the little girl he had just seen, albeit already older. "I'm not ready to leave yet! I don't want to leave you my little Star!" 

Maul could feel the fear and panic emanating from the little girl. She was traumatized and understandably horrified by the woman's death, since she was too young to see and understand the occurrence of another death.

Other memories were not particularly significant. 

He noticed a pattern. After each bad memory the next one was more and more vague, confusing and short. He concentrated and with the Force guidance he manipulated them to see them in his mind over and over again, like a holofilm with big breaks. Every rift was dark, filled with anger and grief. He probably accessed and stole some of Nina’s deeply repressed memories. 

He also saw fragments of today's event, her mind showed him. He felt Nina's fear, but her firm resistance when she was attacked today in the city. He saw the attacking Clawdite's face. He saw another man, a man with forest green eyes. He looked at Nina with angry and deep hatred. Who could he be? What if his Master made some sort of deal with the young woman but erased his presence to hide it from Maul? Maul learned a long time ago that he can't be suspicious or careless enough when it comes to his Master’s mind games. 

Pondering the memories didn't solve anything or answer Maul's further questions. He needed to know more. He was sure that there was some significance to their meeting. He felt conflicted. 

He formed a plan. When the starry night reclaimed its territory above the daylight, he dressed and left the lake and the old villa behind. He knew the location of her apartment downtown, but something told him deep inside that he didn't have to go that far for Nina. So Maul decided to rely on the Force, which would lead him to the young woman eventually.

He barely reached the edge of the forest when he saw her. In the darkness, he watched her carefully from among the trees, like a shadow.

Maul didn’t know the answer why but seeing Nina being hurt and vulnerable angered him, made his breathing hard, his hands were both forming thigh fists on his sides. He saw her small form facing him with her back.

Her hair was still a bit damp from an earlier shower, her braid slightly sticking to the back of her a loose knit sweater that evoked the colors of the dawn. Under the sweater her dress was green.

He was so close he could hear her heart breathing which was slow, slower than a normal human heart should beat. Her scent filled his nostrils. Cherry, almonds and mint tea. This time it was more fresh and it mixed with the sweetness of the milla flowers that bloomed at night on Naboo. He closed his eyes, he memorized her nosie, just being and breathing quietly. He liked it. The sound of her existence made him feel light in a way. As if despite all the bad things that happened in the universe, her existence was the only good thing. As suspicious as she made him, Maul had to admit that she still had a peaceful effect on him. He felt an unfamiliar warmth, which was not anger, it was soft.

This kind of feeling of lightness surrounded him, and weighed on his soul. He felt it since they both shook hands a few nights earlier. Then the Force infused this warmth, this lightness, into Maul's being through her touch. This, among others, piqued his interest. That it was the Force or Nina herself? What is the purpose of this? And why right now, before the Great Plan is starting its steps set into motion? If it’s the Force is it prue or is it manipulated by his Master?

He had so much to lose, and he was not ready to fail. He needed more information, and quickly before this wave of new emotions washed over him and made a damage that will be incapable of improving by him.

He needed to dig deeper in her mind, search for more information that’ll answer this feeling he has, and take it.

If he wants to get what he needs to make sense for this whole situation, he has to be ruthless. Yes, he was too weak, too compassionate last time with her. How pathetic of him, that he let Nina get under his skin even for a pathetic minute. To let her be a wedge between him and his revenge, and him and between his destiny: power and greatness. Maul would have chosen these, and sacrificed everything for these without second guessing until now..... 

Why would Nina have an intention with him if this is not a test? What could he offer other than serving his Master's Great Plan? Nina does not fit into this goal, to his life. Yet he wants to be with her. What a conflicting situation…

He was there again. She felt him before she saw him.

He was there. Calm, Collected and powerful energy surrounded the air.

She waited to fill her lungs with the fresh night air, then she spoke, her back still facing him. She wiped her face with the sleeve of her sweater, she didn't even notice she was crying. The moon phases tattooed on her back were slightly visible to him.

She felt something in her mind, barely noticeable, shadowy dark hands with clawed ends tried to reach into her thoughts. They were so careful that Nina almost failed to recognize the strange sensation.

“Get out of my head if you can’t face me in person!” she ordered the darkness. 

He didn’t answer, instead she heard his barely audible soft footsteps coming closer. 

“One is a coincidence, twice is a pattern. What should we call the third occasion?” she said and plucked off a cluster of fragrant jasmine, elegantly lifting it to her nose, inhaling its sweet scent, then fiddling with the flowers in her hands.

First the Pantheon club, then her favorite place by the lake, and now the garden that extends towards the forest and becomes one with the backyard of her home. She wasn’t sure if the hospital visit was real or a vivid fever dream.

“Fate.” His voice was velvety like a lover's touch.

He stepped next to her and began to admire the dawn, whose colorful lights slowly brightened from the obsidian dark night, but even the first rays licked their silhouette warmly. She chuckled softly and turned to Maul, leaning her hips against one of the rock walls.

"You might be able to convince me of coincidences, but you'll never convince me that you believe in fate. It's an ideal for dreamers and romantics. Something says you're not one to be one of them, Maul."

“You’re injured..” Instead of an answer, he just said this, referring to the bandage on the girl's hairline and the bruises on her body.

The deep, rich voice brushed over her skin like a dark whisper, followed by a shiver that meant equal parts of waring and pleasure. She recognized it immediately; she heard it only two times in her life, but it was enough to etch itself into her memories. It was unforgettable, just like the owner of it. 

“You have a talent to turn every question into an observation.” 

“Who did this to you?” he asked, faceing her, his glooming irises searching for her green ones.

“So you were worried about me then?” she asked in a teasing playful tone.

It was not a worry he felt, because there was no bond nor fondness. He felt some sort of curiosity mixed with lust and a little amount of amusement for her. The Force tried to tell him something he yet could not understand, that was the part that made him curious. The problem was that she was not immune to the touch of darkness. So he couldn’t know her without being familiar with her acts and the way she uses truth and information.

“I’m merely curious.”

“Let’s just say this attack was a response to my bold move. The consequences of my decisions.” she shrugged her shoulders.

“Why did all of her answers have to be so nonsensical, yet suggestive at the same time?” he thought.

Maul started to lose his patience toward this situation and toward Nina he wanted answers, and he wanted them now. 

“Why did that man want you to quit? Who is he? And why did you get attacked after talking with him?” he asked in a demanding tone. 

Maul towered over Nina like a hungry sinister shadow, dressed in black to the feet, scrutinizing the young woman's movements and the micro-mimics of her words from under his hood.

“What? How did you..?  Were you spying on me?!” Nina's voice dripped with surprise and Maul could feel the distrust in her with a hint of fear. This filled him with satisfaction.

Nina’s posture shifted, she didn’t step back, she stretched and straightened her spine and shoulders, looking like a cobra before biting.

"I thought you made it clear in our first conversation that you weren't some sort of stalker."

"I am waiting for my question to be answered." Maul said.

The condescending style of tone irritated Nina. Jade eyes were searching for him. She tossed the jasmine branch away. She let it fall down into the depths towards the waterfalls that surrounded her planet. She touched the upper side of her arm, where the fall of the sweater allowed her shoulders and upper arms to be seen. It still had the four horizontal and one vertical mark on her pale flesh. Her dad's hand print.

Maul held out his gloved hand. Nina controlled her first reaction to pull away, inhaled as his fingers tingled over her skin. Baerly and almost gently ran over the bruise. She had goosebumps.

"What do you want from me?" she breathed out the question.

Maybe even Maul himself didn't know exactly.

“Everything”-He thought -“I want everything.”

Instead he said this, pulling back his hand.

“Answers. But if it brings you comfort, if I wanted to kill you I would, on our first meeting.”

“Then ask.”

So he did. 

“Do you know my Master?”

“No. Maybe. What is his name?”

Already with the first question, they entered dangerous territory. Nina souldn't even know about Maul's existence let alone his Master’s. She is always so twisted with her words. Maul has to reframe his questions to get the answer implicitly but clearly.

"Did someone pay you to be there that night at the club? And later in the woods."

"No." she answered firmly but raising her eyebrows questioningly.

"So they blackmailed you? They instructed you? Maybe in a message or in person."

"What? No! YOU were the one who came to me that night in case your memory fails you." Nina stepped closer. “ Are you in any kind of trouble?"

"Answer the question!"

"I already did."

"Why don't I believe you then?

“That sounds like a YOU problem.” 

Maul looked at her with such a sternness that it seemed to Nina that the quiet darkness surrounding him was taking physical form. She inhaled and exhaled a long breath.

“So, if I understand  you correctly, you think that I have some sort of ulterior motive toward you? Except, that I find you attractive?”

Maul just stared at her with piercing golden eyes. She read them easily.

“You imply that not only am I some sort of threat but I am a liar too?”

“That’s not what I’m saying. You twist my words.”

“Well, it jolly well sure sounds like it!” she was angry, he could tell. 

Anger was good, familiar. He could work with that. It was a familiar field, an emotion he could cope with.That he could provoke and manipulate just as he pleased.

“Is this an interrogation? Should I call my lawyer? ” she mused.

“Who was that man who sent you to hospital?” he pushed further.

"This is absolutely none of your business! He is nobody.”

Maul stepped closer, intimidation pouring into the young woman's aura. He can't leave room to dodge. He has to take advantage of the opportunity while Nina is still so vulnerable. He lifted her chin with his index finger. 

“That's a lie. Why do you lie, Starlight?

That name again. That voice!

Maul's voice affected her like a seductive melody, menacing yet veiled in the air between them. Endless wild night, darkness and the promise of freedom mixed with violence. Maul was like the dawn around them, a wild and vivid red beam of light penetrating the calm colors of the night. Orange, purple, rich colors of crimson. Nina never knew she had a voice kink. Now he unlocked this in her.

Her heart fluttered. She didn't welcome the feeling in her chest. She needed space but also yearned for the warmth of his darkness. She felt the butterflies flutter inside her. She needed something to distract herself. She needed space as well as distance.

“You are observing me too closely! I’m not a little bug in your palm!” she pushed his hand away.

“Why are you making this much effort to avoid the question? Are you afraid, Starlight? It's a natural emotion, but it makes you seem like a coward.”

He stepped on thin ice of her patience. 

“You call me a coward?! Funny. If the Force using path doesn’t work out, you should be a comedian!” she laughed dryly. “I'm not sure what exactly you want from me to answer. But I have this feeling that no matter what I say, it’ll never go through your thick skull. You already decided about me. Let’s negotiate then. What is it you except from me?”

“I want your confession.”

“A confession? About what? I didn't do anything!” 

“A confession about me. What did you do to me? Why are you holding me back from my path?” he thought silently.

“I know there was a reason behind today's incident. I know you have something planned. I’m interested in who is involved in this case? What is your goal?"

"Stars above! Felix hired you? It's him, isn't it? I succeeded, I found something and now he's afraid. How much did he pay you to get close to me?"

Nina's gaze was surprised and enlightened, her green eyes glittered triumphantly. She surprised Maul with this question. He had to admit, the young woman proved to be a really good negotiator. She had this gift which she apparently used well.

He did not expect such a turn. Or is she just trying to confuse him?

“I was clearly wrong about you.” he said, implying that he thought she was a weak outsider, a beautiful but ordinary person on this planet. 

“It's okay, most people are. They underestimate what I'm capable of.” She held eye contact. 

Realization hit him. Nina won't say anything on her own. But she was clearly hiding something. The time for asking and answering questions has ended. This time, the Force is needed. Maul was annoyed, she was convoluted with her answers and his patience was running out. He was amazed that it had been this far at all.

He stepped closer until Nina was trapped between him and the stone wall. Nina looked back, the stone wall was up to her waist, behind her was only the dark abyss and night, the stars had already started to speckle the sky, the crescents of the moon provided enough light for her to see the male clearly. 

Damn those eyes! she cursed them. She had to force herself to look away. They were so captivating. So pretty. How could she not get hypnotized by them? 

The stone wall separated her from falling down into the chasm, the place where a few nearby waterfalls cascaded. She certainly wouldn't survive. The other way out is to somehow get them through Maul. This solution also seemed unrealistic, the man didn't hurt her, but Nina could feel the blood beating violently in her ears from the adrenaline and her lungs taking in more air.

With a light movement, he swept a few locks from her face, carefully avoiding her freshly bandaged wounds. Meanwhile, he noticed that several lighter freckles were hiding next to the darker ones.

"Are you afraid Starlight?" he asked, voice low but his tone was light and casual just like he was small talking about the weather, insignificant compared to what really interested him at the moment.

"Yes." she said honestly. "But not from you."

Maul lifted his brow. She licked her dry lips.

"More like, afraid of what you're capable of."

"You should be…  But. Do not fear Starlight, this will not hurt, if you let me in.” he said in a calm voice, cupping her face with his gloved hands. 

“What are you doing?”

He closed his eyes and concentrated. He felt her mental walls,as he smoothed the wall around, looking for a gap. They were still weak from the concussion, but he sensed some attempt at resistance, though he slipped in successfully.

This time he avoided the deeply buried memories, concentrating on searching for traces of his Master's presence, any sign that this was a trap. But he found nothing. Nina resisted and pushed him out of consciousness, even if a little clumsily, but Maul still appreciated her attempt more than anyone he'd ever faced. Compared to himself, he was gentle, he did not touch other areas, but there was something that Nina's mind revealed to him unintentionally. The man she was threatened by was her relative. This made her snap. 

A sudden movement jolted him out of his meditative state. She wanted to slap him, but he caught her wrist in the process. 

She was staring at him, she trembled with anger in every cell of her body. Maul couldn't get in deep or full, he saw what she allowed him. Even in weak conditions her mindfulness was strong. She lost her compliant calmness, and she fighted him. 

His hand wrapped around her throat the gold irises that pinned her down burnt like twin suns in the darkness of night. Nina’s hands tore his wrist from her, touching the small part where his cloak and leather gloves don't cover his skin. She shoved at the strong wall of his chest, yet, he didn’ move, he was way stronger than to be pushed by a weak woman like her.

“Don’t kriffing touch me like that”

He searched for her. She was frustrated. He slipped in her mind again, under that frustration he felt her panic, her post traumatic stress. Her attacker tried to suffocate her by squeezing her throat. It was still a fresh memory. She lived it through again now. It was playing on her mind like a holofilm. His expression softened. He slowly removed his hand, and whispered.

“Breathe.” his voice grounded her just like at the hospital. 

He didn’t feel his Master's presence in any way. This calmed him. But when he opened his eyes, he saw her.

Her face flushed, blooming red covered her freckles spreading towards her ears. Her jade green eyes turned dark. She stared at him and if looks could kill, he’d be a dead male by now. He had never seen her this beautiful before. Her beauty became ethereal for him, her anger oosed around them deliciously. Cold fire gleamed in her green eyes. 

“Don’t you ever do this again!” she told through gritted teeth.

Tension twisted between them like an invisible rope, he felt it, as it kept wrapping its limbs around his words and around his neck. It was maddening. Maul felt the urge to push her against the wall, fist her soft hair, claim her mouth and taste her and ignite a fire in his chest.

They were observing each other with cold gaze and anger. None of them had such warmth in their hearts.

“This isn’t the Jedi way!” she breathed hard, panting heavily. Ruby red blood dripped from her nose onto the ground. Probably the side effect of resisting Maul’s telepathic power. " I have to admit I don’t usually like Jedi, and you mister are certainly not fun to be around.”

“I’m no Jedi.” he sounded offended, almost harsh as he snapped at her.

“Says the man with the light saber. So you’re some kind of Force user then?” she raised a brow. 

“A specific kind of Force user.”

“What does this even mean?! So not only Jedi can use and connect to the Force?”

Silence. He made a statement, but didn't add anything to it, and Nina understood that it was a "Leave it !" kind of silence.

“Never mind. Did you at least find what you were looking for, if you've sneaked into my mind so brazenly?”

“Yes and no. I still don’t know what your motivation is.”

“Stars above! You don’t get it! ” she laughed at him. 

Maul lifted his brows; she was clearly a lunatic. Laughing in a Sith's face while it’s cornering her. To laugh in the face of darkness, power, death.

“You still don’t get it! You saw my memories, my thoughts and you couldn’t figure it out.” she was shaking while he still pinned her down. See was shaking from laughing, not from fear.

“You poor man. Here I am thinking he was the one who hired you to get me. Silly boy! I have no plans for you! I’m gonna have my revenge on someone that I used to call my father.”

Her voice was raspy but it dripped with contempt and pride. 

Maul didn't understand why he was so insecure about her. Nina clearly posed no physical threat to him. Nina merely existed in the orbit of her own life, completely independent of Maul's celestial body. Yet... Maul could still feel the gravitational pull between the two of them. He felt mesmerized, like the light of the night lights on a moth. He considered the approach dangerous, but he could not resist.

"So you really are insignificant."

It was a big mistake on Nina's part to make fun of him. Maul stabbed back mercilessly, unable to let the previous insults pass without a counter strike. And she might as well be thankful for him not using his light saber in the process. Nina went silent, stern. The light from her eyes faded. 

His sentence clearly hurt her. Deeply. He saw it in her eyes, yet the satisfaction never came to him. 

“I need space!” She stepped away creating a few steps between them. She thought about hurting him hard with a chair or something heavy. 

“Maybe you have power I will never understand nor carry, but one thing I understand clearly, that you truly are an asshole! We’re done here!” 

She passed by him and went away. He looked at her receding silhouette for a long time, never saying a word, only observing her. Again she left without permission and without fear.

Green eyes. Green dress. The symbol of life and nature.

He always thought red was a powerful color, the symbolism for power and destruction. But turned out green was his new fucking favorite color.

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[bodyhell]

in my short time i have been through hell and back and back again! and then returned, unbothered, in awe, limitless, and free

i used to hate myself so bad that i’d make myself bleed for hours - Now i look into my own eyes and whisper “i love u” Now i treat myself with the specific Finely tuned Nurturing energies that i spent my whole life craving . I am my own big sister, i am my own daughter. brushing my hair so carefully. Having solo adventures . Making myself laugh. Thanking and praising. Loving and understanding .

My age means nothing to me anymore, like in terms of Where I’m At, The Things i do, Comparisons - as long as i move with love and respect - im good.

no need for a degree .. No Urge to perform .. No Thirst for wealth in money .. No self hatred for my insides and out.. No point to life but to live it.

To be honest - all i want is to pay rent and be happy and healthy. it’s simple really.

Be Happy- serenity. comfort. Creating. Finding joy.

Be Healthy- (harder, honestly!)

• break the Anorexic / Addict curse

(thats literally it but that is literally everything)

Even still, i don’t hold any pressure. i am a Computer Processor. My Emotions are my data. I let them pass through me, as i Lie on my back and watch - i often feel like a conductor of electricity. Goes with how I am a Beacon . i have learned how to slow down a second so that it lasts a year. time - (days, weeks, months, years) - I Don’t believe in it the way they want us to believe in it. it is a tool but it’s not a burden. I slip through its cracks. Move thru life with no fear (still God fearing). i feel the deep kiss of all molecules in the atmosphere on my skin. Music all the time. Even in silence. Stop every day and sit in the sun. Smile into the sun. I take everything in and send purest love back out.

i want so badly to share this Feeling/State of mind instantly and fully but resign myself to gentle guidance and observation so as not to disturb your Divine path - And it is soo divine

but, The Love and Kindness i can provide has no bounds and i want to help you. Holding ur hand as u find ur inner peace

Because i was in the dark. I was scratching at the walls of the well . It was forever and a day . But i Pulled myself out. And now, every day, the grass is so green

the sky is so blue

and those who are becoming free of mind, pure of heart.. We Await u at the gates of Contentment!!!!!

[gojosoath]

wilted grace — nanami/gojo fic

MINORS DON'T INTERACT // 18+ ONLY!

pairing: nanami kento x gojo satoru x fem!reader (uses she/her pronouns) x poly relationship

tags: romance x angst x smut x polyamory x AU (no sorcerer stuff in this au, nanami and gojo are just normal dudes living in a normal world, lol) x oral(f!receiving)

warnings: a bit of an age gap (everyone is a consenting adult fyi) summary: (AU) The story follows Y/N, Nanami and Gojo in a polyamorous relationship; the three of them navigating the new dynamic relationship for the first time in their lives. The three of them begin exploring aspects both emotionally and sexually, finding themselves on a complex journey of facing their inner demons and also healing themselves.

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a/n: first off, i am SO SORRY that it's taken me MONTHS to write this chapter. this was the chapter that gave me horrible writer's block. i never intended for it to take me this long, but i literally would stare at my screen for hours on and off and not be able to come up with anything. that being said, this chapter is probably horrible. and i'm sorry about that. either way, thank you to everyone's continuous support, feedback is VERY much encouraged.

Part 9: Tonight, We Dance a Strange Dance (wc: 7.3k)

The next day, when you woke up to go to the bathroom, you saw that you were still bleeding. It wasn’t as bad as last night, but still there. After you got out of the bathroom, you went over to Nanami, who was surprisingly still asleep. He was sleeping on his stomach, arms underneath the pillow. You had discovered that Nanami slept with his mouth wide open. You knelt next to Nanami’s bed and for a couple of moments, you didn’t disturb him. He looked so at peace, that you almost didn’t want to wake him up. You decided not to, leaning in and giving his cheek a small kiss. Nanami stirred awake at your movement, making you freeze up, your face only inches away from his. 

He blinked a few times and a soft smile formed on his lips when he saw you, “Hey,” His voice was raspy. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you up,” You say to him, setting your arms on the edge of the bed. 

“What time is it?” Nanami asks.

“Close to ten in the morning,” You tell him. 

Nanami sits up, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands, the blanket falling and exposing his bare body. He looked like a Greek God, the sun reflecting from behind the window forming a halo-like resemblance around his head. The sunlight kissed his toned body, his blonde hair disheveled and over his forehead. His fingers went underneath your chin, giving it a soft, playful pinch. 

“I’m still bleeding,” You tell Nanami.

Nanami’s posture switches from tiredness to alertness, all of a sudden looking wide awake, “Shit, does it hurt?” His arms reach out for you and you crawl up into his embrace, being engulfed in his scent. 

“It doesn’t hurt, just kind of looks like I’m on my period. But I don’t start my cycle for another couple of weeks,” You inform him. 

Nanami signs, placing a kiss on top of your head, “Let’s eat breakfast and head to urgent care to get it checked out.” 

┅

You and Nanami sat in a room at the urgent care, while the nurse took your blood pressure. Nanami sat at one of the chairs by the computer while you were up on the bed. Nanami wore a casual shirt with black jeans. The attire was yet again a new one you had seen Nanami in; he looked so sexy. The machine around your finger beeped and the nurse took a look at it;

“Alright, everything looks normal,” The nurse opened up one of the cabinets in the room and handed you a dressing gown, “take everything off from the waist down,” they instructed you. They gathered their items and before they headed out of the room, notified you and Nanami that the doctor would be with you two shortly. 

You hopped off the bed, a sigh leaving your lips, “I hate these things,” You hold up the dressing gown, the clothing dropping from its neatly folded structure. 

Nanami reaches out with his hand, “I’ll help you tie it.” 

You hand him the dressing gown and then say, “Don’t look, I’m shy.” Nanami chuckles, holding up the dressing gown so it covers his face and you tug it down, both of you laughing. “No, watch me,” You imply with a smirk on your lips, pulling it down so the gown is down to your chest. 

Nanami helps you get dressed in the gown, tying the strings on the back, followed by a small smack on your butt that makes you yelp. You get back onto the bed and the doctor comes in, introducing themselves and asking you questions about your situation. You answer truthfully and then the doctor instructs you to lie down on your back with your legs spread so they can examine between your legs. The coldness of the bed seeps through your skin, making you slightly shiver. Your hands grip the side of the bed as the doctor puts on their gloves and goes to sit in between your legs. 

“I’m just gonna take a look on the outside first,” The doctor explains, feeling the rubber elastic of their gloves around your outer labia. 

Nanami stands up and comes to your side where his hand goes to yours, his warm hand lacing with yours. You look up at him and he gives you a reassuring look, you feel yourself let out a sigh of relief. 

“I’m going to take a look inside now, let me know if anything hurts,” The doctor begins inserting her fingers inside you with light. “Hmm,” The doctor hums, “I’m only seeing a tear in the muscle, other than that, everything looks normal. Was there enough foreplay?”

You nod your head, heat rushing to your cheeks as you recall last night's events, “Yes, there was.” You hear the doctor snap off their gloves, and wash their hands. You sit up, “Well, were they on the bigger side?”

You and Nanami exchange looks, both of you filled with embarrassment, “Uh, no, I don’t think so?” You stumble with your words. 

The doctor nods, drying their hands, “Well, everything looks normal. It can happen where the first intercourse can cause some tears in the muscle. It’s nothing serious, the bleeding should go away in a couple of days as it heals. If anything comes up, please come see us again right away.” 

You nod your head and the doctor leaves the room, leaving you and Nanami to burst into laughter. Nanami comes to stand between your legs, his hand cupping your cheek and pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Come on, let’s get you back to your dorm,” He says to you.

┅

Nanami dropped you off at your dorm, and before you got out of the car, Nanami embraced you in a hug, his nose nuzzled in the crook of your neck. You hugged him back, reassuring him that you two would hang out this week. Nanami had been clingy all morning, constantly touching you in some way, hand on your thigh, hand placed on your lower back, pulling you in for hugs. In small whispers, he continued to confess to you how much he didn’t want you to go back. The new side that had unraveled to you from Nanami made something burn inside of you. 

You pulled from the hug and rested your forehead against his, your fingers running down his scalp to his neck, “We will hang out this week, okay?” 

Nanami nodded his head, “Yes,” He breathed out, “can’t wait. I already miss you.”

“I already miss you too,” You gave him a hard kiss on his lips, and with that, you were stepping out of the car. You kept looking over your shoulder as you walked to your dorm building, giving him air kisses and waves. Nanami leaned over his steering wheel, giving you waves back and he reminded you of a teddy bear when he blew kisses back to you as well. 

┅

On Monday, Nanami for what felt like the first time in his life did not want to go to work. He dragged himself out of bed, sat in bed for a couple of minutes contemplating if he should sleep in for a little bit, and stayed in the shower longer than usual. Nanami was enwrapped in bliss; his body still burning with the way you made love to him like you had known his body for multiple lifetimes. He kept reminiscing on your pleasurable facial expressions, your gentleness yet playful roughness. The way your skin smelled, tasted, and felt against his. He found himself quite sad that you weren’t in bed with him and taking you back to your dorm was the hardest thing he found himself having to do. 

When Nanami arrived at work, he was immediately called in by his boss to have a meeting with him. During this meeting, the boss explained to Nanami how he needed to be flown out on a business trip for the weekend. Nanami felt himself become dreadful at this because all he hoped for was that he could spend this weekend with you again. Nanami slumped in his chair with a heavy sigh, getting himself prepared for the notes he needed for the business trip this week. 

As Nanami was working, he received a text from you;

Y/N: Hey, so my friend invited me to go clubbing with them this week! Did you wanna come along babe?

Nanami wanted to cry right then and there, out of all the times he had to go on a business trip, it just had to be this weekend. Nanami messaged you back, explaining his situation. He knew you would understand, he just hated that he couldn’t be there with you. 

┅

Despite feeling sad about Nanami not being able to come with you to the club, you still invited Nanami to help you choose which dress to wear for the club. You had invited Nanami over to your dorm while your roommate was out. Nanami stood out in the dorm interior, sitting against your bed on the floor with his elbows resting on his bent knees. He had his sleeves up to his elbows as always, tie loosened as you rummaged through your closet, displaying the dresses you had in mind onto your bed. You held a dress up to your body, turning around so Nanami could see it. 

“This one is cute, I’m just afraid that when I’m dancing, I’ll flash someone with it.”

Nanami smiles, cocking his head to the side, “Well, let’s see it on.”

You let out a playful scoff, “I think you just want to see me get undressed, is that it?”

Nanami’s face became red, he scratched the back of his head and looked down at his lap, “I won’t look.”

“You can look,” You tell him, not wasting time by taking off your shirt and shorts, followed by shimming into the dress. 

Nanami asks you, “Are you disappointed that I can’t come?”

You slip on the strap of the dress over your shoulder, “No!” You exclaim, making your way over to him, “Baby, I understand it’s because of work.”

Nanami clasps his fingers together, still looking down at his lap, “I know, but still…”

You kneel and lift his chin with your finger, his brown eyes meeting with yours, “We’ve got all the time in the world to go clubbing.”

Nanami’s thin lips pull into a smile, his eyes sparkling, “You always know how to reassure me.”

You giggle and stand up, giving him a twirl, “Well?”

Nanami eyes you, “You look stunning, my love.”

You do a couple of dance moves, making Nanami laugh, “See?” You point out the way the bottom of your dress rides up your thigh, “I’m gonna flash someone.”

“Still, you look gorgeous,” Nanami says in a deep voice, he extends his arm out to you, “c’mere,” he tells you. 

You walk over to him, and his other hand goes to your ass, pushing you in. The movement takes you by surprise, letting out a small yelp. Your crotch is at eye level with his, and his hands are placed on your hips, squeezing them. He looks up at you and says, “What if I make it up to you since I can’t come?”

His hands are teasing you, squeezing your hips and moving down to your thighs, his fingertips brushing small patterns on them. Your hand instinctively goes to the top of his hair, gripping it, “H-how so, Nanami?” You rasp. 

Nanami kisses right above your knee, moving up by trailing his tongue up your thigh, your breath hitching in your mouth. “By making you feel good,” Nanami says against your skin. 

You nod your head, “Yes…I’d love that, Kento.”

Nanami hums against your skin, giving your thigh open-mouthed kisses, his teeth slightly nibbling at your skin. His hands push the hem of your dress up to your stomach so you’re exposed to him. He presses his thumb flat against your clothed pussy, while his mouth continues to work at nibbling and sucking on the inner part of your thighs. You hiss at the impact, already feeling the way you’re pooling for him between your legs. 

Nanami finishes the kiss with a ‘pop’, the section where he was sucking having a slight red mark on there already. Nanami’s mouth moves between your legs, removing his thumb and replacing it with his tongue. He slides his tongue up to the hem of your underwear and takes it between his teeth, pulling it down until it’s down to your thighs, taking the rest off with his hands. Your bare pussy displayed before him, Nanami rubs his large hands up and down your thighs, looking up at you as you run your fingers through his blonde hair. 

“You look so beautiful…sit on my face,” His tone is intense. 

Your eyes widen, “A-are you sure?” 

He nods his head, using his hands to push him further towards his face, your bare pussy bumping his chin. He gives your plush ass smack so hard that your pussy comes in contact with his mouth. He doesn’t waste time, he latches his lips to your clit, using his tongue to spread your folds. The back of his head is leaned against the edge of your bed, your pussy mounted to his face, using his lips to create suction against your clit. 

“Oh, Nanami,” Your voice shakes from the pleasure, using your fingers to leverage yourself onto his hair. 

He pauses at eating you out, looking up at you with hooded eyelids, “Be a good girl and stay still for me,” He says against your pussy, his voice causing vibrations against your body. You comply with Nanami's request and hold your balance as Nanami moves his mouth down to your entrance, sticking his tongue inside you. Your mouth falls agape at the sensation, Nanami continuing to work at your pussy, tongue swirling against your clit and two fingers inside you. You hear how wet you sound, and the way Nanami lavishes in eating you. You arch your back, throwing your head back at the pleasure tension building up in your lower stomach. 

Before you know it, your body is shaking, reaching your high in bliss. Once you come down from your high, you lift your weight off of Nanami’s face, his mouth and chin glistening with your arousal. Nanami presses a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh, rubbing your hips. 

“That was perfect,” You tell him breathlessly, your legs feeling like jelly. Nanami helps you get down and sit in his lap where your legs are on either side of him, his arms embracing you in his hold. You lean your weight against his chest, embracing his scent and how strong he feels. Nanami rubs your back, the other hand in your hair. 

“Did that tire you out?” Nanami asks.

You laugh softly, pulling back and kissing him, tasting yourself on his lips, “Just a little.”  

“I think you should go with this dress,” Nanami tells you, “you look so beautiful in it.”

“Even if I flash someone by accident?” You tease.

Nanami chuckles deeply, “Yes.”

┅

Gojo had plans for Friday, his co-workers had invited him to go out and get some drinks. Gojo had hoped Nanami would come along, but he had already left for the short business trip that had been assigned to him. So, with nothing on his agenda, Gojo decided to tag along. He got dressed for the club and met with his coworkers at a cafe that was located by the office building. All of them headed for the club, his co-workers absorbed in laughter and loud chatter. Gojo effortlessly joined in with the conversation, by the time he got to the club, it seemed that his co-workers were already tipsy (since his co-workers had pre-gamed before arriving at the club). Gojo found himself sitting at one of the couches, a drink in his hand (which was just a virgin drink), conversing with some people around him who he knew wouldn’t remember speaking to the eye-catching platinum blonde gentlemen. 

Gojo found himself becoming bored; by trying to make sense of the drunken state of his coworkers and the random strangers he was seated by. Gojo left his stance and wandered around the club, trying to see if there was anything he could be amused by. Gojo went up the stairs to the second floor, the music blaring against his ears, pounding with his heartbeat. He had ditched his virgin drink back on the first floor. Gojo received some bumps from drunken state people as he made his way to the second floor, where there was another dance floor located. Instantly, Gojo noticed the formed crowd on the dance floor. Despite the loud music, Gojo could hear the overlapping confused tones coming from the crowd. 

Gojo’s curiosity carried his footsteps towards the crowd, making his way through the people, inserting himself between them to get to the source of everyone’s attention. When Gojo finally made his way to the center, there was a girl in the middle, on her fours, looking distraught. Her hair was over her face so Gojo couldn’t make out to see who it was. The girl pushed her hair back and Gojo had to take a step closer to get a better look. Through the strobing lights, Gojo couldn’t help but feel they have seen this girl before. When the girl looked up, it was then that Gojo realized who it was; Nanami’s girlfriend. 

Gojo stepped in to help you, helping you with his hands going underneath your armpits and pulling you up to your feet. You couldn’t hold your weight, your legs shaking, and Gojo caught you in his arms. You looked like you didn’t even realize that someone was helping you out. 

“Y/N?” Gojo said to you, but you only gave him a hollow look, slowly blinking. Gojo knew he needed to get you out of this crowded place, so he helped you walk, telling the people around him to get out of his way. Gojo helped you down the stairs, which resulted in you tripping a couple of times, the heels that you were wearing making the whole process more difficult. Gojo couldn’t smell any alcohol on you, but you seemed like you were intoxicated. Gojo takes you outside, over to where his car was parked. 

When the two of you get to his car, you heave over and you're projecting vomit over Gojo’s shoes. Gojo holds back your hair, not caring that you got his shoes dirty. Gojo uses his shirt to wipe your mouth, lifting it and bringing it to your lips. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” Gojo asks you, hands on your shoulders to try and get your attention. Your eyes meet his, and Gojo sees in your expression you seem more awake now. 

“Oh…” You say, “Gojo, I didn’t even realize it was you.”

“Are you okay?” Gojo asks, the smell of your vomit prominent but it didn’t even bother him. His eyes scanned you, the strap of your dress had fallen down your shoulder and the hem of your dress had risen, a peek of your underwear displayed. Gojo quickly averted his eyes, “What happened? Did you drink too much?”

“I’m sorry,” You say, completely ignoring his inquiries, “your shoes…” you look down at his shoes in defeat, “I’ll get you new ones.”

“Forget my shoes,” Gojo says, “did you have too many to drink?”

“No,” You shake your head, “I don’t drink…all of a sudden, I felt very sick and dizzy.”

“Did someone offer you a drink?” Gojo continues. 

There’s a distant and lost look on your face, “I…I can’t remember,” You say slowly, “I just feel really tired, but my roommate…” you look back towards the club building. 

“Where is she?” 

“I have no idea,” You let out a heavy sigh, “oh gosh,” your hands go over your face, “I feel so embarrassed right now.”

“Let’s get you back to your dorm, I’m going to call Nanami…”

“No!” Your alarm, “Please don’t bother him, he’ll be worried. I’ll tell him when he gets back, but not when he’s so far away right now!” 

Gojo looks at you again, for some reason, something in his gut tells him something happened to you back there. He prays that nothing did, you probably had a bit of alcohol and it had a weird reaction to your stomach — despite you denying that you don’t drink.

“Do you want me to drive you back to your place?” 

“I don’t even know where my dorm keys are,” Tears well up in your eyes, “my roommate probably has them and I have no idea where she is. She was holding onto my purse which also had my phone in it.”

Oh shit, Gojo’s mind is racing, how the hell did it happen that he’s in such a situation with Nanami’s girlfriend? Gojo didn’t have keys to Nanami’s place, because if he did, he’d just let you stay there for the night. 

“I think we should call Nanami,” Gojo says, “do you have family nearby here?” He knew it was stupid to ask but he wasn’t going to let you by yourself here.

You burst into tears, making Gojo flinch from the sudden reaction. You cry into your hands, shoulders shaking, heaving. Gojo stands there awkwardly for a moment, he’s not sure what to do. His hands come up, wanting to comfort you, but you’re Nanami’s girlfriend. It’d be weird to touch you to comfort you. 

He lets his arms drop to his side, “Okay,” Gojo’s tone is calm, “for now, let’s take you back to my place until we figure something out. Would you…be comfortable with that?”

You sniffle, looking up at him, your mascara and eyeshadow smudged at the corner of your eyes. “I’m sorry for all of this,” You choke out, “this is my first time going to a club.”

For some reason, Gojo can’t help but find you so cute but also be deeply concerned for you. He takes out his car keys from his pocket, “Okay, let’s go to my place for now,” He guides you to his car, and helps you get in as you still seem a bit fatigued. When Gojo closes the door, he looks down at his shoes, covered in your bodily fluids. He kicks the shoes off and abandons them in the club parking lot. He hops into the driver's seat and sets the keys into the ignition. 

The car drive to Gojo’s apartment is quiet, he looks at you from the corner of his eyes from time to time and your head is leaned back, eyes closed. He thinks at first you had fallen asleep but when he parks his car, you open your eyes and lean up. You unbuckle yourself and the two of you head toward his apartment building. 

When you two get into the elevator, you ask, “Where did your shoes go?”

Gojo shrugs his shoulders, smiling at you, “I didn’t need them anymore.”

You follow Gojo as he leads you two through the hallway and to his apartment room. He opens the door and lets you in first, stepping inside and being greeted with the living room. The living room has a staircase that goes up to the second floor of the penthouse. There’s some random stuff scattered on Gojo’s coffee table which doesn't fully register for you. Gojo offers for you to take a seat on the couch and you do so, sitting on the edge with your hands in your lap as you hear Gojo rummage in his kitchen.

“Would you like anything to eat? Or drink?” He offers it to you from the refrigerator and you shake your head. Gojo comes over to you with a glass filled with water despite your decline, “Your knee,” He says. 

You look up at him, he sets the glass back onto the coffee table and kneels, taking a closer look at your knee. You follow his gaze and that’s when you realize it for the first time tonight, there’s a cut on your knee. 

Gojo looks up at you, “Are you sure you haven’t had any drinks tonight?”

“No,” You tell him, “as I told you, I don’t drink, Gojo.” 

He nods his head, pursing his lips and looking to the side, “I know this is weird, you being here and all…” 

“No, no, thank you for letting me stay here until we figure something out,” You interject, “maybe I can text my roommate from your phone?”

“Sure,” Gojo takes out his phone from his back pocket, unlocks it, and gives it to you, “in the meantime, I’ll go grab my first aid kit.” He stands up to leave and you give your roommate a text, asking her where she is. You knew calling her would be useless as she was most likely still at the club and wouldn’t even hear it. 

After sending the text, you put Gojo’s phone back on the coffee table and that’s when you fully process what’s on Gojo’s coffee table; scattered legos. There’s already something that’s being built, it looks like some sort of space shuttle. You find yourself smiling while picturing yourself Gojo sitting on the floor, tongue between his lips in concentration as he puts the pieces together. For some reason, that image fits him perfectly. 

“Okay,” Gojo comes back into the living room and sits on the floor on his knees, setting the first aid kit next to him. “Do you know how you hurt your knee?” Gojo asks as he starts to take out a plastic bottle that you know is peroxide. He tilts the bottle into a cotton pad a couple of times, and looks up at you, “This is going to hurt a little.” 

“Go ahead,” You tell him and he presses the cotton pad, making you flinch from the burning sensation. 

“Well,” Gojo wipes at your knee, “do you know?”

“Huh?”

Gojo pauses, “How did you hurt your knee?”

“Oh,” You look down at your knee, trying to recall how it happened but for some reason, the entire club scene is a blur in your head. It’s scattered, all over the place, in small fragments that make your headache feel worse. “I honestly can’t remember,” You finally conclude, “I wasn’t expecting my first time at a club to go so badly,” you let out a weak laugh. 

Gojo looks at you through his lashes, and he grabs a clean cotton pad, tilting that same bottle into it. “Just curious, but did anyone…” His voice trails off, inhaling sharply through his teeth, “did anyone offer you a drink?”

“No,” You answer, “I know how dangerous it is as a girl to accept drinks from anyone at a club.”

“Sorry,” Gojo looks embarrassed, and he silently continues to disinfect your wound. It’s strange, he seems more grounded than the other times you’ve encountered him. 

Your eyes trail to the clothed shoulder of his button, “How’s your scar?” 

Gojo sets the pad to the side and puts ointment on your knee, “It was just a scratch,” He looks up at you and flashes you one of his wide smiles, “all good now.” 

“I’m sorry again about throwing up on your shoes…” Your voice trails off awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Pssht!” Gojo waves his hand in the air, and rummages through the first aid kit for a band-aid big enough to cover your wound, “It’s not a big deal, I’ve got plenty of shoes.” 

“Still…” Your eyes go down to your knee, still unable to recall how you got that scratch, “I’m sure I kind of smell like vomit and that’s gross.”

Gojo shrugs his shoulders, “Not really,” He finally finds one and rips it open, handing it to you, “here, did you want to do it?”

“Thanks,” You grab the bandage from him, and your guys’ fingers brush, making you somewhat flustered. You try to play it off like you didn’t notice the touch between the two of you and place the bandaid onto your wound. 

“We can still try calling Nanami,” Gojo scratches the back of his neck, “I think it’d be a good idea.”

You think for a moment, you know there’s nothing Nanami could do over the phone, so telling him right now felt like it wouldn’t do anyone any good. “I’ll tell him when he gets back,” You tell Gojo, “I promise.” 

The sincerity in your voice makes Gojo clamp his mouth shut about telling Nanami. Gojo can’t help that he’s crossing a line here; bringing one of his closest friend’s girlfriends over to his place at midnight while he’s out on a business trip. He feels guilty about it even though he knows nothing has happened or will happen with you two. 

Gojo closes the first aid kit and sits against the other couch with his knees bent, “You can stay here for the night.”

“No!” You perk up, feeling embarrassed for the way you raised your voice. You clear your throat, “No, it’s okay, I’m sure my roommate will text me soon…” 

“Okay, well, either way, you can sleep here for tonight,” Gojo says, he would offer for you to sleep in his bed but that was way too much. “Let me bring you a pillow and blanket,” He goes up the stairs and you sit there silently, waiting for him. For some odd reason, you feel lethargic. You had only been at the club for roughly an hour and it seemed like for part of it you had blacked out. You didn’t have any drinks, you were sure of it…

Gojo comes back into the living room, and he sees you leaning forward, observing his unfinished lego piece. Gojo places the pillow and blanket next to you, “I’ve been working on it for too long,” He speaks up, making you turn your head to look at him — or to be exact, you have to look up. There’s a boyish smile on his lips, it’s strange seeing him without his glasses on. He strides over to the other couch and takes a seat, his hands going to the scattered lego pieces. “Some nights I have the motivation to do it and many other times, I don’t,” Gojo comments. He even goes to sit on the floor, awkwardly having to shift around due to his lanky, long legs until he has them crossed underneath the table. 

You pick up a lego piece and take a look at the manual where he has it. Without looking at you, he moves it so that you can get a better look as well. You say softly, “Thank you again…” 

Gojo puts some pieces together, his brow furrowed in concentration, “Y/N,” Hearing your name from his lips makes you perk up naturally. His eyes go to yours, holding your gaze, “There’s no more need to thank me,” he flashes you a smile, “you’re welcome.”

You quickly look away, letting your hair fall over your face, not understanding why your stomach is fluttering. You clear your throat, “Anyways, I’m really glad Nanami has such a good friend like you.”

“And I’m glad Nanami found someone who makes him happy as you do.” Both of you look at each other for a couple of silent moments and Gojo continues, “I’ve never seen him this way until you two have been together.”

“How so?”

Gojo thinks for a moment, “Hmm, happier. Or more like, he’s just excited in general. Excited to get through his day.” 

You look down at the lego pieces on the coffee table, a smile and blush to form on your face. “I’m assuming you were weirded out when he first told you about us, I mean, because of our age difference.” You’re not quite sure why you’re saying the stuff to Gojo, but something about his aura, he seems so easy to talk to. 

Gojo chuckles, “Not for long,” He noted, “I guess when I first met you, I saw that it wasn’t as weird as it sounded.” 

“Well, I hope you find someone like that, too,” You give him a sheepish smile, feeling your cheeks burning for some reason. The sensation makes you feel guilty, it could be the way you’re feeling off that’s making you blush in the first place. Now that you think about it, was there a moment during the night when someone offered you a drink? 

“How about if we don’t hear from your friend in an hour, we call Nanami?” Gojo suggests.

You process his suggestion, perhaps calling Nanami and telling him what was going on would be better considering you were over at his friend’s place. You don’t want to betray Nanami’s trust, not after knowing how much of his trust he has placed in you. 

“Let’s call Nanami,” You say. 

┅

You and Gojo are seated next to one another on the couch with his phone set on the coffee table. The phone rings as you two wait for Nanami to pick up. He answers on the second ring, and just his voice alone sends for the warmth to spread between your legs to your lower abdomen.

“Gojo?” Nanami’s voice comes through the phone.

You speak up, “Nanami, it’s me.”

“Y/N?” Nanami sounds confused, “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you.”

You feel guilty and pang at you, “I know,” You say, “I’m using Gojo’s phone because my friend has my phone.”

“Are you okay?” Now Nanami is fully concerned, “Is Gojo with you?”

You and Gojo exchange looks and says in unison, “Yes,” The two of you quickly look away. 

“We bumped into one another at the club,” Gojo says, “she wasn’t…” 

You finish the thought for Gojo, “I wasn’t feeling well.” 

“Y/N, are you okay?” Nanami asks again, followed by a sigh; you can see him in your mind. You can see the deep furrow etched between his eyebrows with his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“I’m okay, I did throw up…but Gojo helped me and brought me to his apartment,” You explain to Nanami, a part of you is afraid that Gojo bringing you over to his place will cause tension between the two men. 

“You don’t have your dorm keys either?” Nanami asks.

You look down at your hands, “No, my friend has them as well…” 

“Can you let her stay over for the night?” Nanami directs the question at Gojo, making you surprised that’s Nanami’s response. 

“Yeah,” Gojo says, “when do you think you’ll be back?”

“Day after tomorrow,” Nanami tells him, “Y/N, please keep me updated. I’m so glad you’re okay.”

You swoon at Nanami’s capability of always being able to care for you. “I will, I miss you and I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“No need to apologize, just wish I was there,” Nanami reassures you, “I want you to get some rest, okay?”

You nod your head lightly, “I will, promise…I love you.”

Nanami returns in a heartbeat, “I love you, Y/N.” 

You feel heat forming on your cheeks, having to bite your bottom lip to stop the smile that overtakes you. You can't help but also feel embarrassed that Gojo is sitting beside you and Nanami’s love talk. Nanami promises you that he will call on Gojo’s phone so he can say good morning to you and that’s the end of the phone call. 

You rub your hands together awkwardly, “Um, thank you.”

Gojo stands up, stretching his arms over his head, “Hey, didn’t I say that there’s no need to thank me anymore?” 

You chuckle, “Yes.”

Gojo flicks his thumb over his shoulder, “If you want to take a shower, feel free to.” 

You look down at yourself; the bandage on your knee, and you notice for the first time what seems to be a drink stain on your dress. You probably look like a mess right now, too. You can’t help but think, is this normal? Is it normal or even right to be showering at your boyfriend’s best friend’s house? 

You realize Gojo is waiting for you to answer, “Sure,” You tell him, “if it’s okay with you.”

“Um…” Gojo scratches the back of his neck, and you two don’t need to say it out loud; you don’t have a spare pair of clothes with you. The only option is… 

You put your hands up, “It’s okay! I can just sleep in this dress!” You let out a nervous laugh, “It’s just for one night, anyways.” 

Gojo taps his chin, “I think I might have one of Nanami’s shirts somewhere in my closet…” 

“Oh,” You perk up, “that would work!” 

┅

You stand outside of Gojo’s bedroom as he rummages through his closet for the shirt that he mentioned. From the open door, you can see the back of Gojo and his long arms looking through the clothes, pushing them further down by the hangers. You hug yourself with your arms, the thought that you were at the club an hour ago does not even seem real anymore. So much has happened in one night. 

Gojo appears at his bedroom door, “I just realized that it’s in the hamper,” Despite a smile on his lips, you can tell that he’s trying to hide his nervousness behind it. 

“It’s okay,” You say, “I’ll be fine, seriously.” 

Gojo goes into his room and comes out with a pair of clothes in his hand, “If you change your mind, you can just use these,” You take the clothes from him; one of his shirts and sweatpants. Does this count as cheating? 

“I know it’s weird,” Gojo comments, looking to the side, “but I’ll explain it to Nanami. He’s understanding.” 

“Yes,” You confirm, “he is very understanding. Uh, thanks…” 

Gojo snaps his fingers, “Right, let me show you where the bathroom is!” He walks down the hallway and you follow behind him. He gives you a towel as well and shows you how the water is turned on in the shower, too. 

“I’ll be downstairs if you need something,” Gojo is at the door, his head peeking through the crack, “and don’t worry about it, you’re welcome,” He flashes you a pretty smile and then closes the door. You lock the door and begin getting undressed, setting the dress on the bathroom counter. You slip off your underwear as well and turn on the water, giving it a moment to get warmed up. Before you step in, you rip off the bandage and finally step in, closing the shower glass door behind you. 

The warm water makes your shoulders relax, and your hair falls over your face. It’s then that you realize that you also have to use Gojo’s shower condiments. You angle your face upwards with a sigh falling from your lips; could this possibly get any weirder? 

You use Gojo’s shampoo which smells like mint and his body wash, lathering your body with it and taking your time. The shampoo going over the injury on your knee stings, making you flinch as you let the water wash over it. Once you’re done, you dry yourself and get dressed. Before you can put on the sweatpants though, there’s still blood running down your leg from the wound. You grab toilet paper and press against it. 

“Shit,” You say under your breath, the toilet paper did not seem to be enough to stop the bleeding. How badly did you hurt yourself? You begin to panic, even resorting to looking through Gojo’s cabinets to see if there are any band-aids anymore but no such luck. 

You crack open the door and yell out, “Hey Gojo?” 

It doesn’t take long for Gojo to appear, and he’s also changed; a shirt along with gray sweatpants. He has a bowl in his hand and is munching on something, “What’s up?” He asks and stops when he sees you in just his shirt and underwear. Thankful, the shirt is big enough that it stops right above your knees. 

Gojo chokes a bit but plays it off by stifling a cough, “Oh, shit,” His eyes go down to where you hold blood-stained toilet papers to your knee, “the first aid kit is downstairs, I’ll be right back!” He goes downstairs and you close the door, leaning against the wall. You close your eyes, sort of slumped over as your hand continues to hold down the toilet paper. 

You hear Gojo’s voice through the door, “I’ve got it!” 

“Thank you,” You open the door and it hits your forehead, making you almost fall back. “Ow!” You exclaim, and Gojo walks in, alarmed by the sound. 

“Are you okay?” Gojo frets, the action of him opening the door making you fall right onto your butt. “Oh, shit,” Gojo rushes down to you, his hands instinctively helping you sit up. You’re flooded with embarrassment, silent tears falling down your cheeks. You bring up your hand to your face, trying to play it off, but the tone of your voice says otherwise.

“I’m sorry,” Your voice cracks, “I’m usually not this klutzy, I promise.” 

“Is your head okay?” Gojo asks. 

“Yes, I’m fine,” You’re lying, your head is pounding. 

This time, Gojo apologizes, “Sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” You sniffle, and then add quietly, “I don’t know why I’ve been such a mess tonight.” 

Gojo already has a cotton pad pressed to your knee, “That’s what missing someone does to you,” He looks at you with a teasing smirk plastered on his lips, making you laugh in return. Gojo tells you to hold down onto the cotton pad as he takes out the supplies for your wound. This time, you let him do it for you, he works in silence; applying the ointment and then putting the band-aid over. You have your head leaned against the bathroom drawer, and the bathroom light reflecting against Gojo’s white hair makes you picture your hands running through them. You get a closer look at his eyelashes; it amuses you how even the hairs on them are white just like his hair. 

Gojo gives your knee a small pat, “All done!” He beams at his work and stands up, his two hands extended out to you. You take his hands and he helps you get back on your feet. Gojo sets the first aid kit into one of the cabinets in the bathroom drawers and throws out the scraps of the bandages that were used. 

You head downstairs after finishing up in the bathroom, and in no time, you’re underneath the blanket on the couch, hands underneath the pillow. Gojo turns off the lights for you and one last time asks you if you need anything. You tell him you’re all good and in no time, you’re asleep. Gojo sits in his room on the edge of his bed, going over in his head the events of the night the two of you just experienced. Despite Nanami’s request to have you sleep over at his place, he can’t help but feel that this event will bring up some sort of pressure between the three of you. He worries that he might be messing up his friendship with Nanami. Gojo has trouble sleeping for the rest of the night, he gets up later in the night to check up on you. He makes sure your chest goes up and down, seeing you wearing his clothes makes strange feelings prick at him. Gojo eventually decides the best thing to do for now is to sleep it off.