#who taught u manners

[casually-slips-into-coma]

“lestat would never fuck armand” “armand is lying about him and lestat” can u guys shut the fuck up????? we may be blessed enough to see sam and assad reenacting that. why??? are you looking a gift horse???? in the mouth??????????

[acid-ixx]

this is in Clark's wallet

— related post !

HELP ME THIS WAS BURIED UNDER SO MANY ASKS ☹️ this is absolutely so adorable. i love love love the cape on jon's back and the little hearts surrounding the reader is so cute wahh i wish i had a mom figure like them now 💔 (this is sleep deprivation talking right after i wrote angst (plsplspls let that one blow up or ill cry))

i'm absolutely raising you with this: jon kent is probably on the heavier side so of course, since he doesn't want his favorite ever parent to struggle with hugging him, he obviously practices everyday so he could learn how to fly in a really stable manner just so he could surprise you every single day with flying hugs and a kiss to your cheek every morning, afternoon, and night, after every meals and anytime he felt the need to just to show how much he loves his parent; it's one of his favorite ways of showing you affection, no matter how cheesy it is.

and sure, it may warrant some weird reputation for jon whenever you pick him up from school— that he's an 'immature' boy who's still attached to his parent— but that's nothing to jon when it means he could brag about his loving parent to all his friends; how he has them and they don't, and that sheer difference is something jon is so so proud of. yes, he keeps of picture of you in his wallet. yes, he updates you in chat every single second of his life. yes, you're not officially his parent, yet, but what's there to be ashamed of? dad taught him to always cherish your loved ones and you are one of, if not, the most important one to his ever since you stepped into his life.

yes, he may be downright sometimes possessive-obsessive of his parent, but could he help babbling about them when they're the main source of his happiness? absolutely not. so everyone around his vicinity should listen about the time you took him to the fare and won him a plushie that he now sleeps with every night because it holds memories of you.

jon kent loves his parent, what's wrong with that? after all, what's there to not love about you?

(a/n: after all the fluff, i bring you this: shameless plugin and self promo of this hehe. if u love to feel pain, read it ?)

[nmakii]

“DO YOU THINK YOU’LL KILL FOR ME ONE DAY?” YES, OF COURSE I WILL, MY DARLING.

— manipulating yan!alastor + yan!vox was easy. after all, he’s a huge softie for you.

— lots of cursing + sex mention! (vox)

— lol!! after u read voxxy’s part, did u notice i said worse instaf of wordt? im super good at eng! 😈😈

— yan!alastor

you’d been acting out at this club for some time now— breaking property, starting a fight, and even lighting a fire. that last one did it for the owner, he finally banned you from the place, kicking you out indefinitely.

unfortunate, since it was your hangout spot for all kinds of mischief. perhaps— just maybe, there’d be a way to weasel your way back in? or, if not that, at least make him suffer.

a sniff came from you as you teared up, wondering about where else to have your fun. “ohh, my darling, is something the matter? you can tell me, i’ll make that problem go away.” alastor said as he walked into the hotel’s leisure room, his hand patting your back.

you tried to get the words out of your mouth, but it was simply too hard to breathe with the tears that poured down your face. “take your time, my doe… it’s okay.” alastor cooed with a slightly patronizing tone, as if he was the one in control right now.

“s-some club-owner… h-he called me degrading names, and then… he kicked me out…” you frowned at alastor, sniffing every now and then. “my doe, what exactly did he call you?” alastor asked, his voice slightly losing the static as well as having a more sinister edge.

as you listed the names the man had ‘called’ you, alastor pulled you closer to him as his anger began to boil. “it’s alright, my darling. a club with an owner like that is not worth it.” he smiled widely, brushing your hair gingerly before he planted a kiss on your forehead.

“besides, you’ll never see this man ever again. say, what did you say the name of this club was?” he asked before you whispered the club name to him. “i see… well, my little doe, it turns out that i must teach this man a lesson.” alastor stood up as his anger manifested into his body, elongating his limbs.

“you’re gonna kill him on radio? just… be kind… no one deserves a painful death.” you frowned in fake empathy. that fake empathy which would motivate alastor’s anger even more. “oh, dear, you are just too kind for hell. this man disrespected your honor, it’s simply fair that he receives something equally as humiliating.”

his hand rested on your chin, kissing you one last time before he left to find this disrespectful sinner. “now, if you’ll excuse me… someone has to be taught some manners. i assure you, love, that i’ll return by… dinnertime.” he promised before heading out the hotel, prepared to rip this man’s soul out of his body and make an example out of him for any other sinner who even dares to disrespect his little doe.

— yan!vox

are you the problem? nah, couldn’t be possible. if you were the problem, you wouldn’t have this lovely man as your boyfriend, now would you?

“ugh, then that bitch fucking unfollowed me! i don’t even know what i did to that fucker.” you sighed dramatically, frowning to your boyfriend through the facetime. “honestly, i don’t even know what you saw in her. you’re better off without, babe.” vox shrugged.

“and!! you wanna know the worst part?!?” you yelled out, face scrunching in pure dislike. “and what’s that?” vox asked. “that little bitch is yapping all over the city about you and i.” you rolled your eyes.

“ah..? she is? what exactly is she saying?” vox grunted as he glowed in anger. “she was ah… calling me your escort or whatever…” you scowled.

“tch, whatever! i’ll get over it— or, something.” you sighed, falling into your chair, as you closely eyed vox’s expression.

"aha... i'm glad you can let things go so easily, dear... now, i’d love to stay in call a bit longer, but i really have to take care of some important business right now." vox grunted, flying a quick yet lovely kiss to you before he ended the call.

okay, none of that happened— at least most of it didn’t happen. that girl... she was just pretty fucking annoying, always whining about how badly she wants to get fucked, jesus... close your fucking legs for once, yeah?

to be fair, on her own part, she was quite powerful. so, killing her yourself wasn't exactly a good option. instead, why not get your boyfriend to do it?

best case scenario, vox kills her, nothing else. worse case, vox simply hypnotizes her into selling her soul to him. ugh, imagine seeing that bitch's face everyday.

then again, you'd see her all sad and pathetic everyday cause she sold her freedom away.

either way, it's not looking too well for her.

[soobnny]

classmate au | nishimura riki

❝ did you guys see that? i was the one who taught her how to do that!❞

heeseung | jay | jake | sunghoon | sunoo | jungwon | NI-KI

nishimura riki….

the absolute menace that this boy is

The Class Clown

being seatmates with him is probably the worst decision you have ever made

not bc of him and his jokes !!!!!

no he’s very funny actually

he makes you laugh all the time

he just ALWAYS whispers the wrong answer to you during oral recitation

and you ALWAYS fall for it

“what is the second stage of cell division?”

“meiosis,” he’d whisper so confidently

“m…meiosis?” you ask more to him bc u know he’s wrong but the teacher hears you anyway 😭😭😭

he is just SOOOOO !!!! unbearable

also btw he calls u by ur last name

the type to be close friends with all the teachers

he’d just casually reply to them in class (ofc in a respectful enough manner)

always makes the class laugh

he’s always doing some shit honestly like just don’t try to understand him atp

he likes to switch with the person seated behind you sometimes so he can sit beside a close friend but ALSO so he can play with your hair

ni-ki will just do ANYTHING .. put your hair in poor braids, put it in a ponytail ltrly anything

he has started his own hair salon behind you

tells you not to fix your hair for the rest of the day

so yes you end up sporting his poorly styled ponytail where some strands are sticking out

also the type to draw on your arm

in the case that he doesn’t switch with the person behind you, he’ll just start drawing on your arm

ANYTHING absolutely anything

hearts … maybe even a dick im sorry he is a Man and he will start giggling to himself when he draws it on your forearm

tbh u just let him do it

it’s bc he looks so cute … like he’s so focused on your arm while you’re focused on your teacher

during those class seminars, he is STILL seated next to you

but you guys don’t listen to the speaker most of the time

he’ll have the 8ball app loaded on his phone and you guys will just silently play billiards on his phone

changes ur contact name to “sucks at 8ball”

when it’s his turn to make a move, you try and pay attention to the speaker

but then he nudges your arm to signal that it’s your turn and he hands you his phone so you can make a move

BTW idk how to explain this but the seats r like those in the movie theaters

imagine …. your arms on the same arm rest … side by side …. touching

he is actually so slick with it

unlike jake, you’ll often find him at the volleyball court instead of the basketball court

you enjoy sitting at the sides too

ur friends like playing so sometimes they’d play against riki or on the same team as him and you’d just watch as u wait for ur sibling to get u from school

or until you can commute back home with your friends

sometimes you’d join too

BUT only after telling them you’re bad at the sport over and over and over again and them telling you it’s ok over and over and over again too

you finally join in and play volleyball with them with the reassurance that they’re just playing for fun !!!!!!

honestly it’s so much fun but Menace Riki loves to target the ball in ur direction

(it’s so you can play too since most of the time … the ball doesn’t go in ur direction so ure just awkwardly standing in ur position 🧍‍♀️)

the next day, this mf drags u out of class HIMSELF to the direction of the volleyball court and teaches you how to set

“okay, hands above ur forehead, okay? 😒” and u’re just trying to take his directions

he’d be soooooo annoying when you set a ball properly for the first time too

would ltrly turn to everyone in the court with his loud mouth and start praising you

“hey, did you guys see that?? i taught her how to do that !!! i’m her mentor”

ofc it becomes something about Him instead but it’s just cuz he can’t risk everyone knowing about his big fat crush on you

(sucks to be him bc everyone already knows like … have you seen the way he looks at you?)

he’s secretly so proud and plays volleyball with you to the side instead of playing an actual match

it’s to help you improve

bc he’s your self-proclaimed mentor 🥹

and when his friends drag him to play, he’ll insist you play too on the same team as him

you know how like .. one touch .. two touch .. volleyball is until three right?

ni-ki loves to set the ball or toss it to you so you can actually play too

your hype boy 😍😍😍😍

another funny story with this boy was when you and your friend were on your way to go home

and it started raining

ni-ki’s bff and ur bff r dating ok !!!

so naturally, his best friend leaves his side to shade his gf (ur bff) with an umbrella

now u’re left behind with riki

u do NOT expect him to grab his umbrella, open it up, and tell you to start walking with u

shields you so now you’re following behind ur dating bffs

honestly it’s actually kind of a cute memory

sharing an umbrella .. so romantic 🥰

ofc ur friends tease u !!! those who witnessed it happen and when u and ur friend r safely sheltered from the rain,, riki’s bff starts pushing him and teasing him for finally making a move

the direction ni-ki needs to go to isn’t even where he had walked u to but he still did it so you wouldn’t get sick

ANYWAYS he’s the teasing to get ur attention when he has a crush type so

good luck

expect him to always be up in your business and calling your name out

just embarrassing you in all possible ways

ALL GOOD INTENTIONS i swear

he’s just bad at expressing his feelings

u guys r just an old married couple bickering in class sometimes

your classmates start making bets on when you two will finally start dating

when he finally asks you out, his cocky teasing behavior is just thrown out the window

he stutters and scratches the back of his head and looks anywhere but to you

indirectly asks you out

“wanna eat um street foods after class?”

“who’s coming with,” you’d ask

“JUST ME… just me. just us…”

ltrly something as simple as that has him blushing all over 😭

he has no problem embarrassing u and drawing dicks on ur arms and calling ur name in the hallway and throwing an arm around ur shoulder

but the moment he asks u to eat out with him ?? even just for street food ?? bye he’s so shy and nervous

it’s SOOOO unlike him

“oh, sure!”

his eyes would light up please stop

then his cocky behavior would come back a little .. just enough to be tsundere as he is

“okay… don’t think i wanna hangout with you alone or anything. it’s just a treat for properly setting last time we played vb”

likeeee no one believes you ni-ki

the last time u played vb was like two weeks ago so why r u suddenly treating NOW

it’s actually so cute when u start dating

he has such a Soft Spot for u

LOVES annoying u but is secretly so doting like please

i hate happy couples !!!!!!!!!

i hope u guys r HAPPY <3

note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! let me know what you think! please discuss these with me i’m crazy

[lovlidollie]

Feyd spanking-

yes. oh my god yes. went a little bit overboard with this one, hope u enjoy !

feyd has rules. rules that he expects you to follow. he needs you to listen, to be obedient and good. he likes it when you’re soft, and floaty and treat him like he’s the only thing you need (which let’s be honest, he is). he likes having control over you. likes to tell you what you can wear, who you can talk to, what you can and can’t do around geidi prime. if you obey him, he treats you. spoils you with gifts exported from other planets, takes you to his favourite childhood hideouts, lets you cum as many times as you want. if you’re really good he uses his mouth on you and makes you cum so hard you black out.

feyd doesn’t give second chances. the second you start acting up, say your outfit is more low cut than usual, or you’re being bratty and saying no to him, he will waste no time. discipline is very important to feyd. he would drag you by the wrist, ignoring your shocked outburst at his sudden aggression, to his private chambers. you think you’re so smart by telling him that he’s overreacting, and that you’re not doing anything wrong. feyd would snarl in response, veins in his forehead ticking. he would be fuming, you’d be able to hear his teeth gritting together as he throws you over his lap. this entire time he hasn’t said an entire word and you’re starting to get worried. you realise that maybe trying to rile him up was a bad idea. “feyd,” you’d say uncertainly, wriggling in his strong hold. “let me go.”

the sharp sound of fabric tearing is his response. he’s ripped a gaping hole in your clothes, giving him full access to your ass and upper thighs.

“here i thought you were good. here i thought i had taught you manners.” his voice is gravelly, fury barely contained as he strokes your skin.

“feyd-feyd m’sorry okay? i won’t do it again, i promise!” he’d reduced you down to a whimpering, pathetic, mess and he hadn’t even started yet. “please let me go.”

feyd laughs at you. it’s menacing and scary and you tremble where you lay. “it’s too late for you. if you were my pretty pet we wouldn’t be here right now. if you were the good pet i know, you’d be cumming on my cock tonight. but you aren’t good are you? no, good pets fucking listen to their owners. you deserve this.”

the first spank against your ass hurts. he wasn’t starting off soft or giving you a chance to get used to it. feyd puts all his power into it, years of warrior training being obvious with how the pain radiates through you. you cry out, tears immediately running down your face. “f-feyd!”

“count.”

you whimper out a quiet ‘one,’ and he hums, “maybe there’s hope for you yet.”

he spanks you again, this time it hits the thin skin just under your left cheek, and you jerk up his lap from the impact. feyd doesn’t offer comfort through his punishment; doesn’t soothe the reddened skin with his large hands. he doesn’t even wait long enough for you to catch up before he’s doing it again.

feyd makes you count all of them. he keeps going until he’s satisfied he’s erased the badness from you. if you lose count or take to long to answer, he starts again from the top. he keeps going until you’re just a sniffling, drooly wreck with a bruised and battered ass.

when he’s done he would pick you up and seat you over his hardened cock, not caring if it hurts you. your head would find itself burrowing into his chest, wet faced and snotty nosed. “m’sorry, m’really really sorry. m’gonna be good for you, m’gonna be a good pet for you, won’t make you mad ‘nymore. won’t be a brat, i’ll listen and be good.”

feyd’s palm would come up and rub your head, and you’d start crying again from how good it felt to finally have comforting touch from him. he’d bring his other arm across your waist, hugging you tight into him, continuing to stroke your hair.

“c’mere sweet thing. you took your punishment well, pretty. did good for me didn’t you? yes, that’s right, did so good for me baby. you’ve learnt your lesson haven’t you? perfect pet, i’ll take care of you now.”

[myjealouseyes]

Request from an anon: hi!! could u write about ravenclaw!reader actually meeting harry’s parents? and remus and sirius (pls make them a couple). i would love to see their interactions w her

Part one.

Send request here.

Harry squeezes your hand under the table as you desprately try to regain your footing after his sudden proclamation of love. You wonder if he feels bad, knowing he sprung that on you while you were mentally preparing for the moment that couple make or break your relationship. (‘Don’t worry,’ he says. ‘Just relax.’ Honestly, does he know you at all?)

As you manage to push all though feelings away for later you here a distant murmur of voices coming from the kitchen, all toppling over each other in what you hoped to be excitement. As you’re about to ask Harry if everything was okay, two of the four adults march out carrying dishes of food in each arm. ‘Big dinner,’ you think to yourself as you straighten up. ‘That’s a good sign right?’ You put on your best smile and begin to speak but Someone, Sirius based on Harry’s description, beat you to it. “Well if it isn’t famed Ravenclaw we keep hearing about!” He holds out his hand and you shake gently. “Y/N, is it? Harry can’t quit talking about you!”

His tone is loud and boisterous, but not unkind. It still sends Harry wheeling as he flushed deeply and releases your hand to run it through his hair hide his obvious fluster. “Padfoot!” He groaned. “You said you’d be cool!” Sirius cackles as he takes a seat next to a tall man, who you immediately recognize as your old professor. Remus slaps gently his shoulder giving you a polite smile. “It’s nice to see you again Y/N.”

“Again?” Comes a question from a head of red hair rounding the corner. Your heart speeds up as you recognized as Harry’s mom. Harry must notice, because his finger starts tracing reassuring shapes on your knee. Your shoulders relax slightly. “Oh, yes, I taught her during my short-lived time at Hogwarts. She’s quite brilliant.” You feel yourself relax at the compliment, even more so when Lily flashes you a smile. As she sits down you let out a small breath. Three down, only one more to go. Harry’s dad—

“James!” Lily calls with love, but underlying exasperation. You find yourself giving a small smile. You gave Harry the same tone, especially during O.W.Ls. He strides in and sits next her, holding her gaze in the manner of a lovesick teenager. You can’t help glancing at Harry to see if his stare for you matches. (It does. He looks away as you catch him.) “Y/N!” He exclaims as he finally looks away from his wife. “I feel like I already know you with how much my son brings you up!” Harry groans again and his family chuckles at his expense. You find yourself joining in. For the first time this whole night, you relax completely.

[prosciuttoon]

Toshiro/Shuro is overhated

(mirror of my thread on twitter)

ever wanted to talk abt something so bad but u have so many thoughts so u cant even begin to organize a sentence. thats me abt shuro and its why i cant give my thoughts on him. i NEED to get this out of my system bc its takign up so much memory in my brain i need that space for thinking.

so i was really surprised to find so much hate for him even tho he seems pretty normal and rational out of the whole cast. ive deducted that its mostly abt his laios fight and that the ppl who hate him probably had bad experiences w social cues and relationships w neurotypicals bc of that. theres no way to avoid it bc its pretty much Right In Your Face that laios is ND. but thats not the only factor in why their relationship is rocky. its also the culture barrier. u have to understand toshiro was raised as JAPANESE NOBILITY ofc he would be a little conservative

also culture shock. idk if u know this but jp culture is very Mind Your Own Business like a lot of other asian cultures . ofc hes gonna be weirded out by a stranger invading his space. also his names not even Shuro. its just yt ppl not pronouncing his name right and settling for whats easiest.

img src: fan translation by savaralyn2 , i think its from the adventurers bible Complete Edition bc i dont remember it in the old one

ok you get the gist of the culture aspect of it. lets go into the ND/NT clash aspect of it. yes i understand its pretty hurtful to never be told when youre acting inappropriately. i am autistic too lmao. but you have to understand that shiro is one guy and he even does realize that repressing things is one of his fatal flaws. again. asian culture. non confrontational. that sorta thing. but these are genuine frustrations. if i were him id be annoyed too but id speak out about it. set boundaries. bc im blunt. shiros not. he was taught crazy strict manners (hierarchies, respect, politeness, etc).

his problem isnt ableism its a culmination of culture barriers, how he was raised to behave, and terrible lack of communication as thing caused by "all of the above" plus he just generally keeps to himself a lot which means repressing frustrations that will explode leading to a pathetic fistfight while hes starved, exhausted, and dehydrated. also. if he was ableist he would hate laios. he doesnt hate laios. at the end of the day, they are friends. NT and ND ppl can be friends u know. there will be rifts (like their fight) but you just have to communicate misunderstandings. theyre gonna be fine lol

anyways that was my whole spiel abt it. i think i got everything out that i wanted to? my head still feels a little full so i may add more later when i remember something

also i think its a little unfair to rule out the possibility of laios and him just being 2 very different kinds of ND bc its very common for misunderstandings to occur even then. EVERYONE IS DIFFERENT BUT WE NEED TO COMMUNICATE TO UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER! but for the sake of interpreting the Fight as a commentary on NT social rules and ND frustration, ill say toshiros NT. will we ever know? hes so far in the sidelines... youd really have to dig in the extra content to see the intricacies of his character.... please give him a chance

[i-cant-sing]

Idk why, but even before I started writing here, I always imagine Dabi falling for a girl who wears niqaab (a veil). And like I still cant stop thinking about him falling for a niqaabi (who is most likely a Muslim) and like the very essence of respecting her religion and boundaries (aka no physical contact with the opposite gender especially if its a stranger) is like so on spot for Dabi, no?

If you take a modern day niqaabi, Dabi is intrigued by her outfit and the way she speaks, the way she carries herself. He's attracted to a woman he hasn't even seen, which means he is attracted to her brain, to her mannerisms.

And the eyes... oh what if the reader wears the type of niqaab where u could only see the eyes?? They're nothing out of the ordinary, even your brows are covered, but the way his heart stops when you make eye contact with him, however brief, even if he blocks your path or says something to make you look at him, they're- it's like he can feel his very soul connecting with yours.

And if we take the old time era, I'm imagining reader being a princess/warrior niqaabi, and maybe Dabi is her newly appointed bodyguard or a Knight sent by his father to bring you home for an arranged marriage with King Enji?

Dabi isn't supposed to stare at you, the very sight of your shadow is barely permissible for him, but he can't. Not when he's heard rumours about your beauty, about you being so beautiful that men have killed themselves when you rejected their proposals, thus you cover up, even your eyes.

Maybe while escorting you to his father's kingdom, he can feel your resentment to the marriage. Maybe on the way, you guys are attacked, forcing Dabi to flee away with you on his horse, his heart stopping momentarily when he made contact with your body to pick you up and place you on his horse. And maybe while fighting, he was stabbed, bleeding profusely, which you only noticed when you guys finally reached a safe place, by a lake.

You panic because he is starting to look drowsy from all the blood loss, even if he says he's fine, so in a instant, you ripped off your veil and dipped it water nearby before placing it on his wound, putting pressure on it.

Dabi's breath hitches, his entire body stiffens, and for a brief second, it feels like the entire world has stopped as he stares at your face.

Your beauty... your face... it bewitched him.

Even with worry and frustration etched on your face, even as your eyes fill with tears, even as your lips tremble as you pray that his wounds stops bleeding, you looked heavenly.

He feels like one of those poets who would forget about the world and his ownself just so that he could only focus on writing poems that would fail to do justice to your beauty.

As the moonlight hit your face, Dabi despite being an atheist, truly did belive you were divinity.

"Stop staring." You chided, making the mistake of looking into his eyes, and he felt it. He felt the connection, the touch to his soul.

Dabi fainted, whether it was because he was bleeding or because of your beauty, no one knows.

The next day, when he finally woke up, you had ripped a part of your dress to make another veil for yourself. But Dabi wasn't disappointed, no. He had seen you once, and that was enough for this lifetime and all the others.

He was surprised to see you holding his bow in one hand and a bird in the other.

"Breakfast." You said softly, as you began preparing the bird. He didn't know you could hunt, princesses like you were usually not taught skills like that.

And Dabi asked where'd you learned it, and you shrugged, revealing how your father and brothers think you're no good for just because you're a woman, but in reality you succeed all of them in all fields, including academically and military strategies. But the world is patriarchal, so all you're good for is marriage apparently.

"Its a trap being a woman."

Dabi chuckles at that, nodding his head along that a princess would complain of feeling trapped, but he got what you said.

"Everyone is trapped in their own ways, princess. Even me."

The two of you soon began to continue your journey again, and with your caravan now dead, it was just the two of you, chatting more. And even though Dabi had seen your face, he still kept his distance, still respected your boundaries, something none of your admirers ever did.

Dabi asks why you're marrying his father, because he knows you could've easily ran away.

"I plan to be a queen who can make better reforms and changes to the world. What better way than to start with the strongest ruler by my side?" You explain, telling him that you know Enji only wants you because he wants strong children. And you only want his support. It's a mutually beneficial marriage.

Along the way, Dabi had already fallen for you. And you won't admit it, but you were slowly staring to fall for him too. He wasn't like the other men. He didn't feel the need to put you down, laugh at your ideas to "change the world", didn't make you feel stupid or insecure. And he didn't put his hands on you either, most men would've taken the opportunity of being alone in the desert and to do unspeakable things to a woman. He didn't. And you can't explain it, but there's just something about him, something otherworldly that makes you feel bonded with him.

He makes you feel safe, not just from physical threats, but from your own doubts and insecurities too, without you ever having to voice them out.

The final night you two were together, setting camp at the edge of the desert, he told you that he will always support you. He will always protect you, he will always have your back, no matter what.

"Why are you talking like this is goodbye? Won't you still be my royal Knight, after I marry the king?" You ask.

Dabi smiled sadly, looking at the fire he'd made. "I'll always be yours."

"But?"

"After I bring you to the kingdom, my duty here will be done. I will be sent again to conquer more land for the king."

You looked down at your hands, tears brimming your eyes. "So, this is goodbye then." You sniffled,and Dabi could feel someone squeezing your heart when he saw a tear fall out of your eyes.

Oh how he wished to wipe it away, wash away all your sorrows.

You wiped your own tear away, composing yourself quickly. "Well, then I must thank you. For protecting me, for fulfilling your duty, for teaching me things, for everything. Truly, there must be no better man than you."

Dabi grinned. "My pleasure."

Soon, you two fell asleep. Well, you fell asleep. Dabi pretended to fall asleep, but he stayed awake because he wanted to keep looking at you. He wanted to savour every moment, every second he had with you before tomorrow.

At some point, in your sleep, without realising, you had dropped your head in his lap, perhaps to get closer to the fire. Dabi didn't wake you, for if he did, you would've been mortified.

While he was resisting the urge to pat your head, a scorpion came near you two, specifically near Dabi's bare feet. The scorpion and Dabi had a brief staring contest, and as if challenged, it stung him.

Dabi only bit his lip, but he didn't dare move a muscle. How could he, when it would risk waking you up?

Fortunately, the scorpion went away after that. And soon morning came and youvtwo finally reached his kingdom.

Taking you inside the castle, towards his father's court, Dabi gave you all the tips that wouldn't set off Enji and would actually have his favour.

You nodded, and as the two of you stood outside the doors, Dabi reminded you-

"If you ever need me, just call my name. I'll be there."

You wondered how would he know you'd called when he would be miles away, but you suppose he could have his people here to report to him.

You two entered the court and Enjibsat on his throne, looking menacing as ever. Bowing, Enji praised his son for a job well done before excusing him.

Dabi gave you one last glance before leaving the court, and Enji beckoned you forward. You came near him, head still bowing.

"Take off your veil." He ordered.

You looked up at him, confused. You must've heard him wrong. How could you reveal yourself infront of his court like that?

"Pardon?"

"Take. Off. Your. Veil." He repeated.

"Your Majesty, your court is watching-" but you were cut off with a slap to your face that made you fell.

You looked at him in shock, holding your cheek but then Enji pulled you up by your throat and ripped off your veil, earning gasps from everyone.

"If I tell you to do something, you do it. If I tell you to take your veil off, you take it off. If I tell you to strip in front of my court, you fucking do it!" He shook you hard as you struggeld to free your throat from his grip. He pulled you closer, grabbing your cheeks painfully. "Now, let's see if you've learned your lesson." He threw you down again, your tears were falling freely now as you wondered if you had cursed yourself by agreeing to marry this monster.

"Now, strip." Enji commanded from above, glaring at you.

You began hyperventilating, trying to think of a way out of this situation. You looked around you to see if anyone would come to your aid, but the court, all those old men were looking at you in anticipation, as if you're a piece of meat.

Is this.. is this your end?

As Enji stomped towards you, your heart dropped and you screamed instinctively.

"DABI!!!!"

Enji raised his hand to strike you, but instead of a slap, blood had splattered on your face.

You looked down as you heard a thud, and there it was in front of you-

Enji's head.

Your eyes looked back up and you saw Enji's headless body that fell to the side, revealing Dabi behind him holding his bloody sword, face full of rage, eyes full of insanity.

Locking eyes with you, the insanity in his eyes was replaced with... concern.

"Are you okay?" He asked in the softest voice possible. He sheathed his sword, walking towards you. He bent on his knees to be on your level. "Did I scare you? I'm sorry. Hey, hey, no need to look at the head. He can't hurt you anymore. No one can." He said raising his hand to cup your cheek, but he hesitated. You wouldn't be comfortable-

You threw your hands around him, diving your head into his chest as you sobbed. Dabi only chuckled before gathering you in his arms, patting your head and cooing soft nothings, as if hadn't just beheaded the strongest ruler in the world.

"Shh, its alright. Everything will be okay. I'm here now, aren't I?" He cooed as you began carrying you out of the room but not before blowing a whistle as hundreds of assasins and knights broke into the court, killing and maiming Enji's court.

As Dabi walked towards his room, making sure to hide your face well because he doesn't want to kill some poor servant just because he saw your face like he's killing the court, he wondered what would have happened if you hadn't called for him.

Surely, he wouldn't have planned the coup, be wouldn't have had killed Enji, and he certainly wouldn't have had you in his arms.

But for you, he would burn the whole world down if you wish it. He'd burn himself if it pleases you.

For you, a thousand times over.

[nixoon-again]

# who hurt u # go to bed old man # YOU go to bed. It's 3 am # shut # has that hedgehog taught you no manners boy # i dont wanna talk abt him >:( # :0 Ooooooh did u two get in a fight???? :0 # shut up # join the dark side boy, leave that hedgehog >:) # im reprogramming cubot to kill u

peak eggman and tails dialogue. i could never write anything better tbh

[noroi1000]

Can I request Gojo where he is arranged married to reader who works at Kyoto high and is the clan leader of a strong clan . He was friends with her and they both had a crush on each other when the studied ( yn was in same grade but in Kyoto high) but when reader was young she was Chubby so being insecure she never asked gojo out and dated someone who confessed to her. Gojo was heart broken and they gradually lost touch. Years went by and now both of them were clan heads and teachers. Reader was now a lot slimmer and known for her strength and beauty. Gojo and yn were arranged married by their families and Gojo was very happy to finally get reader but when after wedding they went to their new home reader was very reluctant to love Gojo and he later found out that reader was cheated on by her ex.

So he tried to prove his love for reader like when his relatives told reader to give her clan leadership to Gojo he supported reader that she won't leave her position neither the teaching job ( she transferred to teach in Tokyo high). When people criticised Reader for not doing all household chores by herself and how Gojo and she did it together Gojo in turn criticised them for being narrow minded. He also supported her decision to not have kids.He was very romantic and loyal towards reader like he would kiss her hands or forehead, caring gestures , taking her for dinner, complementing her and staring daggers at anyone who started at yn when she wore revealing clothes.

Slowly slowly reader fell for him and she confessed her love for him on their first anniversary which she had planned and she wore her black back less short dress that Satoru bought for her . He was very happy and they spent a romantic night ( NSFW when they came back) . Reader finally showed her romantic side and she would protect Gojo from the higher ups and his wolf like relatives who tried to use him. Later she met Tsumiki and Megumi who were introduced to her by Gojo and she would care a lot for them. Sry for the long request. Can u plz write it. U can ignore it if u don't like it

Love you

Paring: Gojo x fem reader

Words: 11,3k

Warnings: Shameless smut (vaginal sex, fingering, blowjob)

Additional tags: arranged marriage, angst with fluff

Summary: You and Satoru were friends. You were both the same age, you were the future heads of your clans. You fell in love with him. But, being sure that he might reject you, you didn't tell him. You had another boyfriend even though you broke Gojo's heart. After all these years, it's finally been decided that you're supposed to be married. Your parents arranged your marriage to Gojo Satoru. Will you finally be able to love him again?

You are supposed to be strong, you think to know how to rule your clan. You are the only child of your family. The only successor. Because if there was someone else, they would have chosen a man. There's only you. And because you're a woman, you're more demanding.

You must be stronger. You have to reach a certain level. Level enough to be a good clan head.

You have to be smart, strong, but also well-mannered.

You learn everything twice. Fighting and manners. All together.

You must be a warrior, but you were also taught to be a good wife.

You will become the head of the clan if no suitable candidate for your husband is found by your 23rd birthday.

And your parents are only worried that no one will want you as a wife. It's not about your appearance, it's about your behavior.

Because you were trained from birth to manage the clan on your own. You don't like being home all the time, and you're not obedient like you should be.

Your family is proud that you will be a really good leader for the family. But they're not proud that you might not have the right husband.

By their standards, your husband must come from a strong clan, or be truly powerful as a sorcerer.

With only one possible successor - you, they want to continue to ensure the survival of the family.

You are to be head of the clan until you are wife and mother.

Your husband will take over. You will raise the children, take care of him. And you will not meddle in political matters. That should be your position.

But it's something you want.

Your family wants you to believe that you must serve your husband. But you yourself want to rule somehow. It's all because they raised you that way.

You want to be equal to everyone. You don't want to live like women a few hundred years ago. You will not serve your husband.

You want a normal relationship with someone you love…

You can have a husband and you can be a wife, but you don't want to lose what was instilled in you from birth.

You want your relationship to be like others have. For love, so that there are no political matters there.

Even though you know the opinion of the elders…

You know they're all capable of an arranged marriage for you.

If it was anyone who agreed with your existence and your views, it might be…

You're 16… You still have time for love… 

You've been in the school dorm all week. You came home for the weekend.

And honestly, you'd rather be at school than at home. Even if you had to listen to sexist jokes…

Kyoto is the sacred land of Jujutsu. You live here, you study here.

But what if you were in Tokyo?

You think there's better…

Especially since there is one boy…

The boy you liked…

He is very handsome. He's funny, he often makes fun of others, but you don't mind. The best thing about him is that he doesn't follow what his elders tell him. Because he says he hates their behavior and rules.

Plus, he seemed to like you…

You don't look like the rest of the Girls because you're chubby. Despite this, you are fit enough and in very good health. You feel good and you can fight.

You've seen him a few times, and he doesn't seem to care what you look like at all.

Gojo Satoru is unlike any other member of a major clan in the world of Jujutsu…

You became friends, called each other, wrote messages. You met on your days off. Every time there was a chance for you to go to Tokyo with one of your superiors, you did. Even if you were there to back him up, or so you could introduce yourself.

Then you could always meet Gojo.

You discussed your family's ideas with him.

Even now, when you were 17, they were looking for a husband for you.

The first idea was the Zenines. After all, they have a son a year younger than you. They are high-ranking and powerful. An almost perfect candidate for them.

But not for you… You went to school with Naoya, and you surely know that you wouldn't want him as your husband…

Your grandfather agrees with you. He said he "wouldn't let his granddaughter marry that drunkard's son." The Zenins were strong, but not everyone thought very highly of them.

The other candidate is Kamo, but when you're 17, he's 7… Even though the older ones wouldn't mind the age difference… You'd just have to give birth to a son, and that's it.

You don't want to marry a child who is 10 years younger than you…

The third candidate was someone from the Inumaki family. However, their only son is 5 years old… Even worse…

You don't want your husband to be a baby, nor do you want him to be an old grandfather…

None of these three candidates suited you.

"You know there are other strong clans…" Gojo said to you.

"For example?" You nodded as you watched his smile.

"For example, the Gojo clan."

You almost choked when you heard that.

He cleared his throat and you looked at him with wide eyes and a small blush.

"Do you have any relatives? Brothers?" you asked.

"I don't. I'm the only one~." He grunted, tapping his foot lightly on the pavement.

"Don't even joke about being with you." You laughed, but felt a little sad saying it.

You like him. But you know you won't like him.

You don't know his feelings, and you don't know what he thinks about you.

You have no idea that he has feelings for you.

"You think I'm kidding?" He asked.

"…Yes? You often make jokes like that…" You looked to the side.

He flirted a lot, he joked, he even got close. He grabbed you by the waist, hugged you.

He was very close at times.

But you just know that your appearance is not ergo type. You may be friends, but you don't think you're brave enough to develop your relationship. You're too afraid of rejection by him… You don't want him laughing at you…

"Joking, you say?"

"Yes. You must have so many girlfriends that you'll be the first of us to extend the clan." You laughed. Then internally you slapped yourself in the face realizing what you just said…

"I'm interested in one." He said, grabbing something in his pocket.

He put a lollipop in his mouth.

"eh? Really? I'm glad to hear that." You said, but you felt like your heart ached when you heard that from him.

"That doesn't mean I won't be chosen for you." he lightly stuck out his tongue.

"Stop it!" You screamed, covering your face to keep from showing his blush.

Seeing your reaction, he smiled slightly, he was happy to be next to you.

"Maybe someday…" he muttered to himself.

He didn't know that something made you feel worse.

He knew that you felt insecure in your body at times.

When he flirted with you, he behaved differently than usual. When you were closer, he wanted to ask you out on a date.

He wanted you two to be even closer.

But what he had no idea was that the longer he waited, the more he was losing you.

The closer he got to you, the more you felt that your body didn't fit him.

Until you finally gave up.

You fell in love with Gojo Satoru…

But you're insecure about your body… He's out of your league in looks…

Maybe you should look for someone who will fall in love with you… Not that you will want someone you fell in love with…

Love will come with time…

Your contact with Satoru was diminishing. You didn't see each other as often as before.

And after one thing, it became even rarer.

"Satoru-kun, I hope that girl you fell in love with will be your girlfriend. You are very nice and funny. If my opinion matters, I think you're really cool. I like you a lot." you said with a smile, but the words were struggling through your sadly clenched throat. "I hope you'll have more luck, even more than I had."

He looked at you questioningly.

He waited for the moment now when you would tell him that you fell in love. He had been waiting so much for it. If he even heard the first syllables of it, he could scream that he loves you.

"Last week a boy confessed that he liked me. But he likes me so much…"

Gojo felt as if an ice arrow had hit his heart.

It was at that moment that all the heat from his body disappeared. And his body was warm every time he met you.

He didn't know what to think anymore. Some boy confessed his love to you? You have a boyfriend and he's not alone?

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked, staring at your face with a sad expression.

"Yes." you answered.

You wish your boyfriend was Gojo, but you don't want him to hurt you because he doesn't like your looks… You don't want to be disappointed…

"Do you love him?" he asked suddenly, not expecting your surprise.

You turned to him and waited for him to say something.

You didn't know if it was you who should speak now or if he would do it himself. You don't know anything anymore.

Why was he asking this?

Not hearing your answer, he asked again.

"He is your boyfriend because you love each other? Do you love him?"

"Why do you ask about that?"

"…Because I want to know…" he murmured, moving away from you a bit as he looked down at the ground.

He thought he'd never feel a cheap feeling.

Sadness and envy.

He thought this was the moment he could cry.

Because this is the moment he had his heart broken…

Has he lost his chance to have you?

Had he delayed too long?

Do you love someone else?

Why?

He's definitely better for you…

Even without any physical injury, his heart ached as if it had been pierced…

You held his heart.

And now it's broken.

And he didn't know what could mend his broken heart…

But he was hoping that you would put all the pieces together so that later he could tell you that he loved you…

Maybe it'll be the moment he still loves you because he's heard that true love never goes away…

He didn't wish you bad. If you're happy with someone else, he'll accept it.

But he would like you to become his. May you both be together. He only needs you to be happy.

For your happiness, he didn't want you to lose the boyfriend you have now.

But deep down, he wanted you to come to him for comfort and for his love.

He doesn't ask for much.

Only for your love.

And for your happiness.

Days passed, then months passed. You haven't met for a long time.

Sometimes he texted you, sometimes you texted him.

But with each passing day it became less and less frequent.

You cried when you saw the date of his last message. Over two months ago…

You suffered because you still loved him.

But you started to calm down after the next few months…

Your love was still there. But already locked inside.

He doesn't care about you. He doesn't care what you do… He just doesn't care about your life…

Even though you couldn't hate him, there was still something inside of you that told you to hold grudges and bad emotions towards him.

You can't do that to your friend.

You can't do this to someone you're heartbroken because you still think they're important to you.

Years passed, and your contact absolutely fell apart…

The last time you spoke, a year ago…

Your last text messages were sent, also a year ago…

You have stopped having any contact.

Your aching heart has calmed down.

You still weren't happy enough. You couldn't smile genuinely often.

Especially after you graduated from school.

Your body has started to change.

You weighed less, looked even prettier than before. Even if you haven't tried to achieve it.

You are the sorcerer you were meant to be to your family.

You wanted to forget about the pain you went through at school. You trained, poured sweat, blood and tears to forget. You were distracting.

Up to the point where you can't be happy as the heir to the family…

Your heart has been broken.

Your psyche is shattered…

You lost a friend, you lost the person you loved…

You later lost someone who loved you…

He betrayed you by saying that he doesn't like you anymore…

You felt terrible. You felt betrayed to the world. You felt lonely…

Because no one wanted you anymore…

You are 25 years old…

You are the head of the clan…

Your aging Father is desperate to find a candidate for your husband.

Why?

Because no one believes you can direct a family…

You are forced to have an heir, you are forced to be a wife.

So that at least you don't hear them all, you started teaching Jujutsu at school.

In the same school where you studied.

As a teacher in Kyoto, you were very calm. The fresh air soothed you.

You were training a man who was to be your candidate for a husband.

Kamo's son. He's a nice kid, but he doesn't know youth. He takes a lot of things seriously.

He is brought up just like you. Head of the clan from birth.

There was something there that made your heart ache a little.

Moments when you saw white hair of a tall figure when you and the principal went to Tokyo.

Who would have thought that you two would become teachers in Jujutsu schools…

You weren't mean to him. You didn't ignore him. You just weren't paying attention to talk to him.

When you had to be close to him, you looked at the ground. You didn't answer. Even though you felt his eyes on you.

The feeling made him concerned that your soul might be touched. That your heart will beat again.

But the longer you didn't speak to each other, the more you saw that it wasn't possible.

He may resent you for all these years.

You felt that when he asked if you loved your boyfriend, he sensed something.

Love doesn't come with time… That's what you've learned.

You've been waiting for you to fall in love with "your" boyfriend. But none of that. Your heart was either occupied or it just wouldn't let anyone in.

You could only tell him that he can laugh now that you lost the only person who ever loved you…

You're thinner than in school. But you still don't have a super model body. You look pretty. You feel much better.

This is all also something your parents use when they are searching for a husband for you.

You are strong and beautiful. That's what they say.

However, either your parents don't like the possible candidates, or the candidates don't like that you are able to control your clan.

Because many people still believe that a woman should take care of the children and the home. You are not so…

You don't have a ring on your finger because, to be honest, only one person ever wanted you.

For your character. For being independent. But when you started to change your behavior and your appearance, you lost it.

And before that, you lost your best friend who supported you…

You only hoped that Gojo found this love with the girl he fell in love with.

All you think about is that if it's not you, then he can be happy in life.

You wish him all the best without even thinking about it…

But every time you saw him, you were surprised that there was no ring on his finger.

He's 25, he's handsome and young. Rich. Well born and also he must have an offspring (as the head of the Gojo family). He should be able to have one or two children at this age. If you can insist, even more…

But you see no sign in Him that he is married.

Other than that, he behaves identically to behaved at school.

He still didn't follow the rules.

You saw that he looked almost the same, but he was taller. His shoulders and chest were more wide . His whole body was like that. A sharper jaw line, different hands, even a slightly different, more adult voice sometimes.

It's the same man, only he's grown up.

Which means he, too, has grown out of his childhood loves.

He probably doesn't even remember you were friends…

You didn't know that his heart was jumping with joy when he saw you after so many years. It's as if his pain of losing you doesn't exist at all.

He wasn't invited to your wedding. He wasn't invited to your kids' birthday party.

That means it wasn't.

He knew that almost two years ago you had a ceremony where you became the head of your clan.

You already told him about the rule that if you're unmarried by your 23rd birthday, you're head of the clan.

It means that there is no man in your life.

There is no ring on your finger. You don't appear to be pregnant.

You look different than he remembers.

You were pretty then. And now…

Now you're even prettier…

Of course, he couldn't be happy that you didn't have anyone in your life. He couldn't enjoy your misfortune. But somehow, he felt some relief that you didn't love anyone.

Maybe if he could start talking to you again now…

Maybe now he could confess his love to you.

Because he still loves you…

And he never expected that someone could do it for him in love…

All it took was one meeting with your family, and their conversation about a husband for you.

Of course, he wasn't the perfect candidate.

Well, he was very powerful and influential, but this family is something else.

They did not speak to him directly about it, because the superiors knew his character. And they also knew his attitude towards marriage.

His family wanted him to have a wife and children. Even if they were to create an arranged marriage for him that he wouldn't be able to refuse.

Even though that might have done the job for him, he wanted you to fall in love with him, not hate him.

Until finally, one day, his father came to him, along with others from their family.

His father, as the former leader of the family, still had the right to decide his fate.

He just told him straight that he was going to marry a woman. That they had chosen a wife for him.

Even though Satoru hated the thought of an arranged marriage with anyone, this time he had to admit that he wanted to go along.

Without his influence, he had a chance to get what he wanted.

He had a chance to finally get you, and be able to live with you as a married couple.

He could hug and kiss. Be always close to you.

Satoru heard that you weren't asked for your opinion.

You were only supposed to be his wife.

You were only informed that you were to have a husband.

You knew your parents arranged your marriage.

You didn't blame them. You saw that they were worried about the family's future.

But your heart beat faster and you swallowed when you heard that the man you have to marry is Gojo Satoru.

He knew your surprise when he entered your house. Well, he guessed that no one told you right away who was going to be your husband.

There was a reason for that. You knew you had been chosen for a husband, and despite your protests, you couldn't change that.

When you found out a few days later that your husband would be Gojo, something in you spread throughout your body. It wasn't the pleasant warmth of joy, nor was it the cold of resentment.

It was something you couldn't define.

You still remember how you felt about him before.

But do you feel it now too?

"I think it's my duty that you get to know each other before tomorrow's wedding." Your father said, looking at you and then at Gojo.

Well, your family didn't know that you had a crush on him when you were in school…

They didn't know that you met him whenever you could…

Maybe you should tell them…

"We give you 2 hours. (y/n), then you need to get ready to talk to the elders. In the evening, your mother will help you prepare for the ceremony." The older man turned to you.

"Yeah…" You nodded as you stared at the wall behind him.

You didn't want to have an arranged marriage like this…

They just said you're going to be husband and wife, and they think you can fall in love in 2 hours.

But your family only cares about surviving the name…

They will only be able to let you not have their name if your husband is a powerful sorcerer from a more powerful family.

Well, now you've got… Your husband will be the man who is the strongest jujutsu sorcerer that lives in this world. Special grade, immoral techniques that are not easily understood… Brute force in the body as well as brute force in its energy…

Your parents agree to that. They want their name to disappear in such a strong clan that it will be nothing but honor for them. It will be an honor for them to provide a new generation of sorcerers with the Gojo name.

After your father left, you were alone with him.

Silence reigned between you as neither of you wanted to speak. You already thought that this two-hour meeting with him would last in silence.

"Hi, (y/n). Long time no see…" he said hesitantly.

Now that he's spoken, you shouldn't ignore him. After all, he is your guest. And now he's also someone important to your family.

The daughter cannot pass the surname on to her children. They don't live in the 21st century… They want the children who are to come out of the two of you to have their father's last name. At least your name is to disappear with honor. Taken over by Gojo.

"Yes, Gojo-san… It's been quite a long time…" You replied to him, wanting to be nice enough, but also showing that you didn't feel like talking.

Have you only thought about whether your parents did it because they don't think you're up to the task of governing?

If so, they underestimate you.

You could show it to them somehow, but it's too late now.

Tomorrow you're marrying the man your family chose for you…

The plus for you is that you know him. Even quite well. And also he is neither a small child nor an old grandfather twice your age.

And the most important thing for you is that you like him.

Maybe you don't love him as much as you used to, but I'm sure it'll work out somehow.

Maybe he will be such that you will easily fall in love with him again. And then you'll have a normal relationship.

Of course, as long as he also loves you…

"Sooo…" He lengthened the word, wondering what he was going to talk to you about. But when he saw your face, slightly downcast when you weren't even looking at him, he felt he had to apologize. He didn't know what he was apologizing for, but that would be easier.

He didn't do anything special. But he could have apologized for not speaking to you. After all, it was also his fault. He was just too upset that you had another boyfriend. The whole time he saw your name on the phone, he felt his broken heart cry.

And he also didn't know that exactly four months later, your heart was shattered to pieces.

Well, how was your heart supposed to be whole after all this? you loved someone. You were insecure about your appearance, and you were too afraid to ask him out on a date. You made peace with it. Then someone else told you they loved you. He was a verb, but your family didn't really approve of him because he wasn't very strong. You never loved this man. You hoped love would come when you were in a relationship with him. It didn't… That's why four months later you found out about the betrayal, and you lost the man who fell in love with you a few months ago…

Gojo didn't know that, and you thought he didn't want to know. Because he doesn't have to. Tomorrow he will be your husband, and no matter what may happen, it will be. You have your own wedding tomorrow.

But shouldn't you be enjoying such an important day?

You're happy, but in your own way.

You're happy that your husband will be someone you know and someone you loved. Or maybe you still love him…?

Maybe after some time in marriage you will fall in love with him?

Maybe he won't grind your heart to fine dust…

Maybe he won't betray you… You don't want to suffer anymore…

You want to fall in love with someone and know that the other person loves you too.

You suddenly heard him sigh.

You looked at him questioningly.

Exactly, he was already getting bored. And it's been less than 10 minutes…

"I know you don't want to get married because your family tells you to. It's hard for me too, because out of so many candidates they presented to me, I chose none." he said calmly, placing his hands on the table.

"At least you had a choice… I was shown some that I wouldn't want…"

You chuckled softly as you spoke.

It was a sign that you had loosened up a bit.

You don't sit in front of it and just wait for the end of time.

Suddenly it dawned on you.

You looked at his blindfold where his eyes should be.

"Then why did you agree to this marriage?" you asked, impatiently waiting for an answer.

"Heh… I just think about my good, but also yours." He replied with a smile. "It tires me when my family keeps telling me to have a wife and children. I know it's the same with you."

"You're right…" you mumbled.

"… So I figured we'd get married anyway, and both our families have high standards. They wouldn't stop harassing us with mate candidates. When I found out about this arranged marriage with you, I thought I wouldn't run away from something I finally had to do…." A slight smile remained on his face. "You are the perfect candidate for me. And I am the perfect candidate for you. We both already know each other, which will make it easier for us to start… We both come from powerful families, and we ourselves are powerful. It was a requirement of our families. (y/n), it couldn't have been better."

"It would be better if my family thought I could handle myself as head of the clan…"

"Are you thinking about it now?" he asked, moving a little closer to the table on his cushion.

"I am to be your wife… You will be the head of your clan as well as mine… We're supposed to be married, you're supposed to take care of everything, and I'm supposed to raise the kids…"

"Are you talking about our children now? We're not even married yet…" He cut you off.

"Ugh… All I have to do as your wife is literally be your housekeeper and bear your children…"

"huh? What kind of straight-line thinking is this?"

"This is what my role is supposed to be according to the elders…"

"Saters are fools. (y/n), don't listen to them. As MY wife, you won't have to do anything you don't want to do."

He suddenly reached out a hand to you, grabbing your fingers.

"…Because I can't imagine being with anyone other than you… You don't know how long I've waited to be with you…"

You widened your eyes as you looked at his face.

"you–"

"I've always liked you. And now I'm happy that you'll be my wife." He sent you a cheerful smile.

Feeling the warmth of his fingers on your hand made you feel different than usual. More nice.

Is he loved you?

Can you believe him?

Does he really love you?

You have trouble trusting people about their true feelings.

You learned that after that terrible betrayal of someone you thought you were starting to love a lot…

You're supposed to believe someone who told you that after so many years you haven't seen each other.

"What's with that face?" He asked looking at your seriousness.

He hoped to see your shining eyes, the blush on your cheeks. Your smile.

And what did he get?

Your serious face.

"What happened?"

"I'm supposed to believe what you just said?" you asked, taking your hand slightly away from him.

"Yes. You have to believe me because what I say is true." He said wanting to grab your hand again but you pulled away slightly.

"One person already told me that too… And I believed it… Only to see my mistake later…" You said staring at his face.

"One person? Wait… your boyfriend?"

"You're observant, huh… How do I know after you tell me that you won't go fuck some cheap bitch somewhere or have someone else on the side?"

He listened to your harsh words, and he already understood what had happened.

Poor you…

"What happened?" he asked calmly.

"Do you really want to know?"

"I want to know so I don't make the same mistake as this idiot."

"Anyone can make this mistake. At first he says he loves you, and then suddenly he realizes that he doesn't. I never look like a model and everyone saw it, since I already looked a little different, He don't like me anymore . He didn't like the way I was behaving. That I should be more obedient. That as his woman I should sit on my ass at home and serve him. That as a woman I can't order him around, and I can't stop him from doing what he wants."

"Then why were you with him?"

You held back your anger for a moment as you thought about the question.

"…Because he was the first person to love me…"

"I asked you once if you love him. How was it?"

You were surprised that he remembered such things.

"I never loved him. I liked him very much. He was one of my friends. And just when I finally started to think I was starting to love him, he cheated on me and started acting like this. I broke up with him, digging an apology out of him at least."

"I was before him." He said suddenly.

"What?"

"I loved you faster than he did."

"…So why didn't you say it… You missed your chance, and you think you can still love me after all these years?" You snorted crossing your arms over your chest.

"Yes. I missed the chance then, and I regretted it. My punishment was heartbreak for 7 fucking years… Do not you understand? If I didn't want you so close, I wouldn't agree to this marriage for your sake…"

"Words don't mean much…" you replied to him.

You felt that you really lost faith in people's feelings that are confessed with words.

"Shall I show it to you?" he muttered, straightening his back slightly. "Fine. We have a whole life together. To prove to you that I love you. And I will do anything to make you believe it."

You didn't know why, but hearing those words made you believe more that he really has feelings for you.

He will never do anything without your permission.

This is what he showed you right after your wedding.

According to the rules, you should take his last name.

However, you have two names. Even though your family was outraged by it.

Satoru, since that's how you have to call him now, he said you can't change your name without your will.

The Gojo family agreed to this, but on one condition.

That you'll be (y/n) Gojo (l/n).

That you'll bear their name first. And then you will officially be in the Gojo family, but you will still rule the clan (l/n).

You saw the smile of the white-haired man. His happiness painted on his face

As if there were no more obstacles between you.

It's up to you to decide about your body and what you want.

According to the "traditions" of your antiquated family, which you started to hate from the day you got married, your first child is to be conceived on the night of your wedding.

In their opinion, you are to get married, and go to bed right away to make your first child.

Wondering what if you don't want kids yet?

When you told Satoru about it, he said no one can order you to have sex.

It depends on you.

That night, you weren't supposed to do anything in this room other than sleep…

But you couldn't sit still. You kept thinking about it all.

You looked so nervous that Gojo stopped you to look at Him.

His hands on your waist as he pulled you closer to his chest.

"Don't worry like that and don't get upset. Everything is fine. We don't have to do this if you don't want to." he said to you, looking into your eyes through his black glasses.

Do you remember your first kiss, which was at your wedding? And you don't know why, you think it was nice.

Do you fall in love with him so quickly? You're unsure about this… You don't like to get emotional so quickly.

"I know…" you mumbled and suddenly walked over to the window.

You closed the curtains and started removing the ornaments from such a body and clothes.

Is it really time to go to sleep?

But you don't know if you can fall asleep with your mind racing.

You turned around and placed the ornaments from your clothes on the dresser.

You looked at him, and saw how he, too, began to untie the belt around his waist.

Traditional Japanese clothes during such ceremonies suck…

You happened to glance at his exposed chest, and you thought there was nothing wrong with that. You don't want to have a baby after having sex with him for the first time.

As he took off one layer of clothes, you suddenly walked over to him, holding his cheeks, and connected your lips.

You pressed yourself against him, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him further.

"I thought you didn't want sex today. Or a baby right now." he said as you stepped back.

"Fuck the rules. There are condoms in the drawer. Maybe this will make my brain more fucked up and I'll fall asleep normally."

You connected your lips, and started to pull off his bedspread which was already untied.

You ran your fingers over his muscles under his smooth skin.

At that moment, you felt him drop your clothes to the floor, leaving you in your underwear.

You don't care what he thinks of you. You just want to fuck him already.

You pushed him onto the bed, which he didn't expect, and sat on top of him, aiming for your buttocks to touch his crotch.

"You're beautiful." he said as he grabbed your bra, undoing it. He sat down with you on his lap and taking one breast in his large hand, he began sucking and biting the other, irritating your nipple.

You didn't expect that such caresses could make you aroused.

You pushed him slightly and knelt in front of him, undoing his pants.

You know this man is not your typical filth who doesn't wash. You believe he's one of the most self-care men.

That's why you didn't hesitate to pull out its length and put the tip in your mouth.

This is supposed to be quick "foreplay" even though it's not. You're supposed to be excited and so is he. You're just going to fuck each other as fast as possible.

Running your tongue halfway down his length, you felt his veins fill with fresh, fast-running blood inside his cock. You could feel him getting harder by the minute. And also bigger.

A man who has had the energy of a big dick since high school actually has a big dick. Who would have expected…

When you were about to put it in your mouth and suck it, he pulled you away and lifted you onto the bed.

Removing your panties, he started kissing you, and suddenly you felt something enter you.

It was too small for his cock, which you've seen up close.

And suddenly you felt your thighs tremble slightly as the fingers he put inside you brushed this bundle of nerves.

"It must be… Somewhere around here." He said and suddenly curled his fingers up, hitting your G-spot perfectly. Making your back arch upwards and your thighs tremble. "You know… I guess not every guy can find a woman's G-spot. So I hope you'll be happy because I already found yours."

"Oh my God…" you groaned, grabbing his wrist.

"As your husband, it is my duty to attend to your needs. My mouth, fingers and cock will always be ready." he laughed.

"You're perverted… Ah…" You pressed your thighs against his hand.

He had no right to stop him because his squares they were inside you, and he could still move them.

So that didn't save you from the overwhelming pleasure of him touching those nerves all the time, without any break.

"There's nothing wrong with fingering my wife." He said pulling down his pants and boxers, showing his entire hard length, along with his testicles underneath.

Seeing that muscular belly, from which a long, thick, nice dick was set below.

You felt your pussy start to salivate at the sight.

"I know you like the view. You'll have a long time to watch."

Feeling more and more of your juices resting on his fingers, he extracted them from you, but he remembered to tease your hole one last time, and to squeeze your clit with his thumb.

"Where are your condoms?" he asked, rubbing the length of it with his clean hand.

You pulled yourself up on the bed and reached into a drawer, pulling out a new pack of condoms.

I opened the box, pulling out one square of foil. "Have you prepared yourself for this day?" he asked with a smile.

"I had to prepare myself for something like this, considering you've always been a pervert somehow." You replied, wrestling with the foil.

"I wouldn't rape you. I'm not mean. Nothing without your permission. Besides, what's happening now you initiated."

"I know. Damn…" you growled sitting in front of him.

He didn't care that his cock was pointed straight at you as he massaged himself. But you don't know why he settles for when you need him, and he with slippery fingers tear the branch.

You want to put it on him, but you don't even know if it will fit him.

You bought this as a spare because you don't want to have an accidental baby right after you get married.

But you bought a medium size.

And now you see that this average size will not fit him. Just great…

When he saw you struggling, he took it from you and tore the edge with his teeth to give it to you later.

"That's better?"

"Mhm… Thanks…" you grunted, holding the tip of his with one hand while you put the elastic over him with the other. Thanking the maker of condoms being stretchy, you pulled it halfway on and then fought to keep it going.

Thanking the maker of condoms being stretchy, you slipped it on halfway and then fought to keep it going.

I think it was too tight… And too short for him…

"How does it feel?" You fixed the end of the gum

"A bit tight…" he muttered, wincing slightly.

"I have nothing else…"

"I can live with it. It's okay. Maybe I'll feel more with this?" he laughed with his hand adjusting his dick. "I hope it doesn't fall."

He grabbed the length of it wet from your juices with his hand and smeared the moisture all over the length.

When he saw that you were already lying down and your legs were placed on his thighs, he smiled.

Moving closer to you, he aligned himself with your entrance.

Pressing against the delicate walls, he pushed inside, filling you more and more.

He was so happy to have you now.

As you shivered and tightened your hands on the sheet to get used to its size, he waited patiently, smiling with a slight blush on his cheeks and ears.

All he could think about was how tight and warm you were inside. And how pretty you are like that. So cute.

Suddenly he laughed.

"I want to see the look on the face of the cleaning lady later who will empty your trash can and find a condom full of sperm…"

You will try to fall in love with him. But you don't promise.

You have your needs so as a married couple you can have sex if there is no cheating you will make sure he feels comfortable with you.

You don't want him to cheat on you.

You want to love him someday so that you both love each other and be happy.

For now, he'll be showing you how much he loves you. To prove it to you.

Two months after the wedding, he hasn't changed at all.

He behaved the same as on the first day.

Every time he left home for work faster than you, he would hug you and kiss you goodbye.

Every time he held your hand, he would place a kiss on it.

He opened doors for you, helped you, took care of you. He did what you asked him to do. He grunted and laughed at times, but that was his normal behavior.

He teased sometimes. But everything was nice.

He always hugged you, he kept saying he loved you.

And you're already starting to believe it.

He tells you everything you don't even want to know.

He even told you once or twice that he would like to have sex with you because, quoting, "his balls are full of cum that has nowhere to pour out, and he would like to see your body when it happens."

It was something you didn't need to hear.

But you still do what you want in your bed.

You live with him, in his house. You go to Kyoto every day to work at school.

After your wedding, which was already two months ago, your family was happy.

And now they blame you.

You've been married for two months now and you're not pregnant.

You got scolded by your family for not upholding a family tradition that has been going on for 300 years.

Everyone also resents you for not doing all the household chores yourself in your home. Because “as a wife, you have to spend time at home, make meals for your husband, look after the house, and also have children”. That's what the Family has been telling you constantly for several years…

They were outraged when they heard that you were cooking dinner with Satoru. That you and Satoru clean together. That you take care of the garden, and every other place in the house, along with it.

This is your home, and you have agreed that you will not have segregated responsibilities.

Because according to your family, you're supposed to do all the chores and he's supposed to work.

You both work and have the same responsibilities.

Well, he just has a little other chores sometimes… You said straight away that he's the one taking out the garbage and you can do the laundry.

You don't want to see him collect your panties. Judging by what happened during those two months, Gojo Satoru is a big pervert.

You'd rather to take his underwear because you don't care. And he… He would even wear it to add some more laughter to your life.

You both work, but that's what they're complaining about, too.

You were just walking past him on the way to your house.

To tell your family you won't be in Kyoto often anymore.

Satoru suggested you start teaching in Tokyo. If you don't want to leave this job.

After much thought, you agreed, and you've already been accepted, even earlier than you decided. Satoru arranged everything for you.

So that you don't have to strain yourself.

He knew you already had a lot on your mind.

Family, home. You even have him on your head…

Walking past him, you just wanted to come in and announce it to your family.

Nothing more nothing less. Only this.

It was very warm, so you pulled your shorts and tank top out of the closet. A little lace on the back as well as exposed skin never killed anyone.

Besides, you don't care what other people think when they see you in this outfit.

You have accepted yourself the way you look, even though you are slimmer than before.

Satoru didn't mind.

He was walking next to you in a white, slightly tight T-shirt and black knee-length shorts that were loose.

He stayed close to you all the way, sometimes even keeping his hand on your waist or grabbing your hand.

You saw how he smiled.

And sometimes he would even get serious or pissed off when he looked at people staring at you.

He had black glasses on, but you still saw his eyes change from softer to sharper. As he stared at the people around him with his daggers.

You found yourself much closer.

5 months together.

Only after these months did you quit your job in Kyoto to work in Tokyo where you will be closer. Even if you are the clan head whose home is Kyoto. Nobody told you you couldn't live somewhere else.

He pampered you along the way.

First, he put his old round glasses on your face to protect you from the sun. Then you went for a cold drink, then on the way he bought you ice cream, then again something to drink. All the way because you have to go to your family on foot.

Sometimes you stopped in the shade to rest for a while.

You always had priority.

And then he told you that when you come back, for being so brave and beautiful, he will take you to the most expensive clothes shop and buy you whatever you like, no matter what. He promised you dinner at a restaurant, but not an upscale one, because they wouldn't let you in shorts.

Everything you will want.

Not looking at others. Without looking at anything that might prevent you from having it.

He can pamper you like this until the end of the world. If it ever makes you tell him honestly that you love him…

As you entered the house, you saw the family that greeted you looking at you strangely.

"Something's not right?" Satoru asked, seeing their faces.

It was different in his family. The old rules were not followed.

"(y/n), as the head of our family, you shouldn't be dressed like that." Your mother said.

You looked at her kimono which was tied with straps and then at the fact that she wears socks at home.

It was so hot you couldn't stand… Would you wear a kimono?

"You shouldn't care what she wears."

You looked at Gojo who immediately stood up for you.

"Satoru… She as your wife should only show her body to you. Not to walk the streets in such revealing clothes…"

"I don't mind because she's my wife, and I know she wouldn't do what you're probably thinking right now… My wife isn't a whore if that's what you mean…" he growled.

"So, what did you want to tell us?" your Father asked, stopping this argument.

"I'm moving to work at a school in Tokyo. I won't be visiting home as often."

"You shouldn't be working. You have to–."

"Take care of household chores, yes I know… You keep saying to…" You cut him off.

"You have already brought one disgrace to our family when you refused tradition, and you have not yet grown a child." your mother hissed.

Fucking old rules… Fucking old member thinking

Your mother is right, (y/n)." Your father agreed. "Since you've been married to the head of the Gojo family, you've been behaving in a way that doesn't suit you. First you have two names, then you don't want tradition, you don't have a child, you don't perform your duties well, you work, even though as a wife you should be devoted only to your husband and family, you dress like that, taking away our honor, you leave home even though you are the head of our clan. You don't take care of your important business, you don't follow the rules, you don't please your husband as you should as a wife. You don't sacrifice enough, you're not independent enough in domestic matters, you resist. You think about what you want, not what you have to do. You should think only of the well-being of the family, of serving your husband and the Gojo family, and of perpetuating traditions, principles, and most importantly - having children to ensure the development of the family. By combining your character with your upbringing to be a good leader, you have become someone whose mind has been blinded by your own needs. You are incapable of being a good leader for our family. You should respect above all what your husband says, and you should also respect your elders and parents. That's why today it's me who forbid you to work, you will be punished when I hear that you don't perform your duties properly. And also, and this is the final decision of the whole family, the leadership of our whole family (l/n), is taken over by the head of the Gojo family. You do not have a choice. It is your duty now to give complete leadership to your husband."

You stared wide-eyed at your father, who sounded like it was all ready and planned.

You frowned, not even caring about his opinion. He can't order you around. It's up to you to decide. You are the head of the family.

"I won't quit my job, and I won't quit my teaching job because you want me to. I don't care about your rules. I set new ones." You said and suddenly felt a hand on your back.

You looked at Satoru who was still standing next to you, listening to all this.

"I married a woman who is the head of the (y/n) family. She is the only person in your family who is worth. Do you think I could rule such a family? I don't want worthless trash dragging my family down. You will not become famous by being under the power of the Gojo family. You will be at the bottom with these worthless principles. Only fools remove the strongest of the family from the top position. By doing this, you are digging your own graves. (y/n) becomes your leader, stays at work. She stays the same as she is now. And you have no right to insult her any longer. People with limited minds will not understand strength, beauty, intelligence and the highest value that it has.

You looked at him questioningly.

He protects you. Protects your honor. He speaks for you because your family will take seriously the words of your husband, who is almost the strongest sorcerer they've ever had.

You smiled slightly as you looked at his face. Feeling his hand on your back.

So this is the man you married…

A man who will do anything for you…

"Thank you for supporting me there, in Kyoto…"

"It's my duty. As your husband. As someone who loves you unconditionally." He walked over to you and kissed your forehead.

"And thank you that you don't mind that I don't want kids for now…"

"It's okay. We still have time. I'm not sure if this is a good time either…" He rubbed his hair. "We don't have to rush with all this. But if you ever want a baby, I'll be contained and ready to make one."

He chuckled as you looked at him.

He handed you a paper bag.

"Here is your promised gift." He smiled at you. "Apart from what you chose, this one is from me. I chose it myself, and I hope you like it."

You pulled out a black elegant dress and watched.

Beautiful, no material on the back.

In addition, a set of black lace underwear.

"I hope you'll wear it for me someday… The moment I'm more important to you than a sex partner, and only a husband…"

He smiled at you gently. But you heard something sadder in his voice.

You placed the gift on the bed and walked over to him, cuddling up to him as you felt tears prick your eyes.

"Thank you for being with me… Still…" you said softly.

"I love you, what else could I do?"

He's been the same all year of your marriage…

He still cares about you so much and he says he loves you.

He didn't leave you…

Is it possible that right now…

Do you love Gojo Satoru?

After all this time, you know you love Gojo Satoru.

And you're really glad he gave you so much time…

You just told him that you wanted to have dinner with him at the restaurant you were at on your birthday. Expensive restaurant, with very good food. Mainly with desserts.

He did it right away. You had his money, but you won't take it. So he must have forgiven you for giving you a romantic night without the help of his credit card.

You've been raising enough money to do this for a month. As a grade 1 sorcerer, you earn a lot, but you've been harvesting because he earns even more than you.

You don't want to run out of money on such an important day…

Today is your anniversary…

You asked Ijichi to drive Satoru there.

You saw him put on a dark blue shirt with thin light stripes, a black jacket and black pants. And you really have to say he looks sexy in it. So handsome

"You're not changing? We're booked in an hour." He said, adjusting his tie collar.

You walked over to him, and placing your hands on his chest, you grabbed the tie, slowly tying it, then finally pushing it gently closer to his neck.

"I still have to do something. I'll come right after you. I promise." You said running your hands over his wide, hard chest.

"You promise?"

"I promise." You stood on your toes, placing a kiss on his jaw.

Suddenly you heard a car.

"It's Ijichi. Go now. I'll see you there."

He didn't want to let go of your hand, but he trusted you to come to him soon. So he left the house and got into a black car.

When you saw that he was definitely gone, you ran to the bathroom, quickly jumping into the shower.

You couldn't do that in front of him because he would have understood something was wrong.

His favorite shampoo scent, his favorite shower gel scent, and you started shaving as fast as you could.

Jumping out of the shower you wrapped yourself in only a small towel and started to dry your hair, then, almost naked, went to your bedroom.

All this took you 15 minutes. Pretty soon. You hope he will be pleased.

You ran to your closet, pulling out a bag with a black dress and underwear.

You threw the wet towel off your body onto the floor because it was only bothering you.

Laying your clothes on the bed, you put on some black underwear, and walked over to the mirror, looking at how it lay on you.

Perfectly matched.

Later you put on black stockings that you bought in the same store as him underwear. You could connect the matching stockings with belts to the underwear belt. And that's what you did.

The stockings were digging into your thighs a bit, but it still looked good. This emphasized how soft they were. Just like most people can. And you know after this year how much Satoru loves your thighs.

Glancing at watch, you put on your dress, putting it on as well as you could.

Grabbing heels the height you like, you went to the bathroom putting on some light makeup and jewelry.

Before you quickly left the house, getting into the car that came to pick you up. The assistant you asked for.

"How much time do we have, (y/n)-san?"

"Nitta, please let's get there as soon as possible. We have 10 minutes…"

"Okay. Hang on. Nine minutes will be enough." she smiled as she hit the accelerator.

With each passing minute, Satoru looked at his watch.

He was constantly worried that something might happen. Or you put it out…

Even though he said he loved you, you never told him…

He was worried it would never happen.

That's why he cared more.

You paid yourself from a separate room with a table for two. You pay in advance for the food you order. Besides, the decor was also a bit different than the last time you were here.

When he heard the door open, he looked quickly in that direction.

The most light was in the center, where your table stood. That's why he couldn't see much from the side. Especially where there was a door.

But he already knew it was you.

"Satoru, I'm sorry I didn't come until now. I know you've been waiting… It's 8:04 PM and our dinner was supposed to start at 8:00 PM… I'm sorry…" you said slowly walking towards him.

He stood up, taking a few steps towards you.

When you were finally all lit up, he could see you in something he wanted to see you in.

"Any special occasion that you dressed like that?" he asked with a smile. "You are very beautiful. I have never seen anyone more beautiful."

"Today is our anniversary…" I muttered blushing slightly.

"…I didn't think you'd remember something you didn't want… I'm sorry…"

He lowered his head slightly.

"It's not like I wasn't going to give you something today… Because that day I'll never forget…"

You walked over to him and he knelt in front of you and pulled a black box out of his pocket.

"If I had proposed to you like this before our wedding a year ago, would you have been my wife?" he asked, opening the box, showing the ring.

You smiled at him.

"Yes. I would be your wife…"

He put the ring on your finger, right next to your wedding ring.

"I understand you wanted to invite me to dinner. I really like the desserts here.” He laughed as he got up.

"I didn't invite you here to eat…"

He looked at you, slightly surprised.

"You said you hoped that someday I'd wear it for you… The moment you'll be more important to me than a sex partner, and only a husband…"

"Do you remember that?"

"Why should I forget these words?"

"that means?"

"I put this on because now is the moment where you are more important to me than a sex partner, and only a husband…"

You walked closer to him, placing your hands on his shoulders.

"You are more important to me because I love you, Satoru."

You saw his eyes getting brighter.

And suddenly he leaned in, connecting your lips.

He lifted you up holding you close to him.

You kissed, you ate dinner. Then you kissed again on the viewing balcony.

You didn't let each other go.

Now was the moment when you were even closer.

You both loved each other…

You will protect Satoru as much as he protects you…

The dress that you matched your body so well disappeared from your body right after a purple hickey appeared on your naked back.

Your bra straps have been pulled down, bra lowered, allowing your breasts to pop out for the world to see.

With his shirt unbuttoned and his pants completely down, you were sitting on top of him in your lace panties and stockings. You rubbed his hard cock with your pussy, rubbing the soaked material against his skin, making you both moan into the other's mouth.

As you descended from his hips you bent down, inserting his length into your mouth, forcing his hips to push upwards, deeper into your throat that tightened so nicely around him.

You let him because it made you hear his grunts and groans. And he sounded so sexy.

It wasn't an exaggeration when he grabbed your hair, pushing you down. Fucking your mouth. Until suddenly he stopped moving, and you felt him half filling your throat with his hot cum.

You don't know if you wanted to vomit or if it was just his liquid warming your entire esophagus.

While he was still inside your warm lips, finishing there completely, two streams of white thick liquid flowed from the corners of your mouth, running down your chin, across your chest.

You swallowed to help him get off his high. Also getting rid of the stickiness in your esophagus.

As he let go of your hair, you slowly pulled it out of your throat, coughing. You wiped the cum from your mouth and chin with your hand.

"Sorry…" he mumbled breathing heavily.

"That's fine. But the underwear is completely ruined." You said clenching your thighs as you stood up and sat on his stomach.

"I'll take care of the mess your pussy has made in a moment."

He calmed his breathing, and watched you massage yourself through your panties, then put your hand inside.

"Come here." He waved his hand at you, pulling your thighs.

Now your thighs were on either side of his head.

He smiled and stuck out his tongue.

"You have some really weird ideas…" You said as you saw him stick his tongue out stiffly.

He pulled your thighs up and forward, pulling your panties to the side enough.

You fell on his face and felt his tongue enter yours.

Your hips twitched, but he held you down.

Lengthening his tongue as much as he could, he ran the tip of the muscle over your sensitive nerves, making you shiver..

You tightened your fingers in his hair. He pulled out the wet muscle and replaced it with his two fingers, positioning it so that he was pressing against your G-spot.

No matter how you move, his fingers will press this point and massage it lightly.

He connected his mouth to your clit, sucking. While rubbing you from the inside out.

His tongue flicked the pink lump he'd sucked in his mouth, and he felt your walls throbbing. They tighten, pulling his fingers inside. Assuring that he won't deprive you of that penetration.

On the contrary. Instead of depriving you of that, he inserted a third finger, stretching you inside.

Massaging your nerves as you began to gently move your hips to ride his face.

As he pulled you closer to his face, you came around his fingers.

Then whatever filling left you, you lay down on top of him, not even noticing that your crotch was right next to his face.

His dick was next to your face.

Hard, trembling and ready to fuck you.

"Come on. I'm ready to take care of your pussy now." he chuckled patting your thigh.

"Moment…"

"Now."

He got up with you on top of him, and lowered your body gently onto the bed. Helping you, he positioned you above his hips.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you let him guide you.

"Are you okay?"

You nodded.

Then you felt him direct the tip of his dick into your hole. You stretched on top of him as he buried you deeper and deeper.

You were moaning and twitching from the sensitivity.

Feeling him getting deeper and deeper until he hit the cervix.

When he got inside completely, he groaned, throwing his head back.

"Can I come inside?" he asked licking the strap around your neck.

"Mhm…"

"Okay. So I can fuck you as long as I want. I'll buy you a pill."

The sudden movement of his hips ripped the air from your lungs the moment he moved.

He began to move his hips as fast as he could, sending short but strong shivers down your spine.

It wasn't long before you came on top of him, squeezing him. Sucking him inside.

And he just let your pussy suck it all the way out. It shot inside you. Loving the feeling of your tightened walls.

"I love you." You mumbled panting as you endured the tremors.

"I love you."

"Wait, I thought you were a teacher in Tokyo…" you said as you saw him leave the school.

"I'm not. But I'm going to be. I'm 26, so when I'm 27, maybe I'll be."

"I thought you were already a teacher!"

"I was that kind of…" he said. "There is a shortage of teachers in the school, so I sometimes taught students…"

"I see… I'm not angry with you. Because I didn't ask about it."

"I love you~."

"Satoru." You said as he hugged you.

"Hmmm?"

"Can you take care of children?"

"… I think so."

"You think so?"

"Yeah. That's why I brought you here. You'll meet someone."

He suddenly went somewhere, and came back with two other people.

"This is Tsumiki and Megumi. She's 15, he's 14. I've been taking care of them since I was 18." he pushed them lightly towards you.

"Oh? Nice to meet you. I'm (y/n)." you gave them your hand.

"How about going out for ice cream to get to know each other? Satoru pays."

You ignored the white haired man's groan.

Handing the teens ice cream, you patted their heads before walking over to Satoru, giving him ice cream.

"They're nice kids. Did you really take care of them?"

"Yeah. I'm quite responsible. And Megumi is going to Jujutsu High soon."

"Really?"

"Yes. Shikigami user."

"It will be nice to have a new student. Even if you also become a teacher."

"Hey, I already showed you that I'm a good babysitter."

"Yes. I know that." You put your head on his shoulder.

"That's why I'll be even more ready if you ever change your mind about having our children. But I don't mind that you don't want to yet."

"Hey! Don't make me a monster! We still have plenty of time to think about this…"

[8um8le]

Heyy gurll hi how u doing?

I have a question about the plot.

I may have missed something, but as far as I know, 8ot really misses Vision.

I think I missed the main branch, namely how she died and why 8ot got to Eclipse in handcuffs and blood.

You may not have covered that, but if you did, could you point out where? I'm confused and I'm really curious. 🥺

Whehheh ok so long story short, Visions’ the human woman who decided to take in a zombie-like corrupt mannequin, she taught it human manners and gave it love. It lived off her, her happiness was it’s happiness, her sadness was it’s sadness. 8ot wanted to spoil Vision, but 8ot’s a scrapyard throwaway without money so she went to desperate measures, stealing, making deals, hacking into other’s systems, secretly living the lowlife just to do what it thought made Vision happy.

A dire consequence for 8ot’s actions led to a gang shooting Vision, killing her. All 8ot could see was red, went to their base, killed everyone inside, and overall trashed the place. Eclipse only knew about 8ot because of his rather impressive street cred, the mysterious headless hacker who worked alone.

Eclipse took her in, she had to work for him to pay the debt of him saving his life. Over time he became the 8ot we know and love today <33

More bout 8ot under cut <333

[shamachan]

your writing is so good.. *falls to my knees* please can u write tamarack with transmasc mc who suffers from gender dysphoria and insecurity headcanons 🙏

Transmasc mc with gender dysphoria and insecurity × Tamarack Baumann headcanonsꔛ

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— I am sure that Tamarack would accept you for who you are without any labels. You are you, and the choice of who you are is yours alone. Not anyone else's.

— if someone misgenders you, despite all her slight self-doubt, she will stand up for you and will constantly correct this person about their rude mistakes. Even if you tell her to stop! She cannot allow someone so close to her to feel uncomfortable.

— She will always address you correctly. Like really always! As I said earlier - she doesn't want you to be uncomfortable! Especially with all the problems you have to deal with right now.

— But sometimes it’s still difficult for her to understand you. Tamarack doesn't feel about her body the same way you do about your body. This may make it hard for her to know what to do when you're experiencing gender dysphoria. But she really tries to do something.

— The best help when there are no words is to simply be there for person, and Tamarack follows this principle with you. When you feel especially bad, and she is around you at this moment she will most likely just hug you and tell you "Everything is okay. There is nothing wrong with you, no matter how you think..."

— If you are not a fan of physical contact, she will respect this and will not hug in this option. Then she will just sit or stand next to you. Actually, Tamma will do everything she can without hurting your personal boundaries.

— She will also often compliment you basically on everything! If you wear a new accessory, she will say that that's the best accessory she has ever seen, or if you feel less or more insecure today, she will directly say that you look especially handsome. Tamarack just loves to compliment you! And she simply will not give a single reason for you to doubt yourself.

— if someone says something bad about you, she will immediately “take a defensive position” and stand by you. She wonders if these people even taught the thing called manners?

— Tamarack is your close friend, and she literally goes everywhere with you when she can! So you don't have to deal with this kind of things alone and she immediately gets into helping, even if you may instinctively push her away. However she will understand this and will still be here for you.

— All in all, she will always support you and will not let others offend you! And if anyone dares, they will face the pure wrath of Ms. Tamarack.

A/N: the more i write about tamma the more i get to love her

sorry if it's kinda short ngl i don't know well this whole thing about being transmasc but i totally support it!!

if there's something wrong pls tell me 😔😔

[ryllen]

Please read this by putting it through google translate image translation feature on phone and cry with me,

or i can summarize it to you

"Why does human help the weak?" [ You just do it automatically, don't u think? ] - Kalim [ I was taught to do so. ] - Deuce [ Helping others is a beautiful thing. ] - Rook [ It's a natural for the strong to help the weak. ] - Riddle

[ It's just human's instinct of wanting to survive together, is it not? ] - Trey Jade finds it weird, because in the sea, no thought will be given to the weak. The strongest will survive. Call it an ego on land if you want, but that is how it has always been in that big pool of deep never ending water.

Jade is a mermaid type who is rather sensitive when turned into human. Walking with legs feel like walking on knives for him. To counter that problem, he always had his transforming potion mixed with a lot amount of pain killers.

One time he started to feel pain on his feet, he refused to be helped as he is fixated of being a strong creature & not wanting to be positioned as something weak. When he finally let trey helped him, he kept asking if there's any compensation he had to pay for having Trey helped him. "It is just pure kindness for underclassman", Trey said. Having it not sitting right on him, Jade told Trey his secret about his human legs' sensitivity problem as a form of payment. "That's too much information for that price." "Such critical thing! I never tell anyone that information as it would endanger my life!" "So.., are you telling me because you trust me?"

"No. I am telling you because I want (to keep receiving) that pure goodwill from you, my senior."

"That's an unnatural & greedy remark from a benevolent Octavinelle's student. Such a bad boy, Jade." Trey touched Jade's face in soft scolding manner & it made the mermaid quietly flustered with feeling he never knew he could felt before. Finding Trey's affection dear to him, at some other time later, he pretended that his feet hurts. And he lied about not bringing any pain killers with him. Trey who was wary about lying Jade, used his magic to overwrite the pain on Jade's feet, so he could walk by himself. But Jade sulked. Because, rly, he just wants to be carried by Trey again. Sensing this, Trey gave in, and carried Jade on his back, pleasing him.

Jade then invited Trey to go to an abandoned castle. He asked him to dance with him.

"I want to look good in front of you. But I'm not good at dancing," Trey said.

"Good." Jade replied with a smile, happy with his awkwardness. "I am not familiar with human's dance either."

They started to dance. And flirted a little. "Your eye is like olive." (Typical TREY) And when they were about to kiss, 3 overblot ghosts broke in.

"'ll take responsibility" Jade said, instantly feeling responsible as he was the one who brought them there. He managed to defeat one of the ghost. But in the middle of battle, the usual pain started to seep in to Jade's feet. For real, this time. His legs gave out.

With 2 overblot ghosts left still, Trey put himself into the middle of the fight. "I don't have enough magic to both overwrite your pain & defeat these overblot ghosts at the same time. So, run away while I try to hold them back."

Jade started to think how unacceptable it is that he is protected by someone who is supposed to be weaker than him. He should have been the one protecting Trey as mermaid is a stronger being, however he is nothing but a hindrance right now. Trey would even win the fight if it was not because of him.

So Jade found a way. He made noise to get the overblot attention's. He directed them to him so he could take them out by letting the chandelier fall over all of them together, including him. He was so ready to be crushed & took all those responsibility with him.

But, of course, Trey can't have that! Trey saved Jade at the last minute. He pushed Jade away, so the chandelier missed him. But in consequence, Trey had his legs broken as they were the ones that got crushed by the chandelier, instead -- together with the remaining overblot ghosts.

Jade who still didn't realize the situation, said "... Oh. That's too unreasonable to suddenly jump in, under the chandelier and come..." "I can't help it."

Jade slowly turned his head.

"It's too easy to want to help the person you love." "...So let me help you out." The horror of the current situation finally creeped to Jade's face.

"T-TREY-SAN! TREY-SAN!!!!!!!"

[ What do i do now?? What do i do??? ]

"Go, return by yourself even without me..."

Jade started to think of all his options. Phone? out of range. Magic? Out of the question, he just realized that his magic gem is now broken. The only mirror to come back to the school was at the foot of the mountain, while the castle they were in was at the very top of it.

[ Carry this person on your back. ] The voice in his head said...

"Carry this person on my back--?" he turned his head, and suddenly imagined the path of 'knives' he had to step on to go back. Not alone even.., but together with this person. ...The additional weight surely would pressed his feet harder to the ground, causing even more pain.

Trembling from the thought of the pain, Jade thought... "This is bad..., I only have one more painkiller...."

He took out that single pain killer in his pocket, and put into his mouth, seemingly ready and prepared to walk, at least; a few steps back without pain. But no, he refused to do so. Trey is wounded. He must experience pain too right now. Lips-to-lips, he gave the wounded Trey the painkiller & let him swallow it.

"I'll help you now..." Jade said, repaying on Trey's deed & now walking back without painkiller, with his dear senior on his back.

His feet hurts. So badly that he started to bit his lips & let them bleed. The sudden thought of wild animals attacking them in this situation, made him shuddered.

Near them, he spotted a good running river.

...

[ I can just abandoned this person... and jump into the river. ...With that I can easily reach the foot of the mountain. ... With that, I can become a strong creature again, not the helpless one like what I am right now. ]

...

For a second Jade lost in thought of abandoning the weak like what the sea always taught him to do. But then, reminiscing how Trey carried him at that crucial time when he needed him to, he said to himself...

"No. That doesn't matter... "

"Because right now ..., I am helping him out of pure love."

And so, he kept enduring, until Idia who wandered at night to get his late night snack from the school's vending machine, found them who successfully came back, fainted at the hallway.

--

Time passed.

--

...

"Jade refuses to walk for awhile now." Floyd said, guiding Trey further inside to the longue. It might be because that event; so traumatic & painful, that Jade just wanted to forget entirely about walking all together. Or maybe it was out of guilt, for him being the reason that Trey had to be confined in the hospital room to recover & not being able to go anywhere. That's why, Jade isolated himself in the glass wall as a way to punish himself & share the same feeling with Trey.

"Sorry for the trouble." Trey replied, pushing his wheelchair with his hands.

"It's okay. It's Jade's own fault." Floyd replied, nonchalantly. Just like he always been. Oddly comforting, at the current situation. "Jade, sea turtle is here~~"

There he is. Jade, swimming in his mermaid form. Their eyes met. Seeing Trey sitting on a wheel chair, his eyes, glistened.

--

"So will your legs heal?" Jade was still in his mermaid form. He perched on surface of the longue's glass wall he was in, to talk to Trey.

"Yes."

"It's not just the bone fractures, right? It's also the ability to walk, right?"

"Of course."

...

Jade was relief. But he was still burdened with other feelings from the incident.

" --- IF I NEVER MET you, after graduating, I would have returned to the sea and keep being a strong creature forever....." "I am so scared and feeling so pathetic......."

...

Trey reminiscing the moment Jade carried him on his back, while enduring the tremendous pain on his feet, said, "You are...? At that time though, you looked like the strongest person in the world to me..." He patted Jade's head, consoling him.

Jade was relieved once again. " ... Trey-san ... " But it seems that this mermaid still has something in his mind...

"...When you risked your life, and let yourself be crushed under the chandelier..., was it all just because of the natural instinct inhabits in your body, OR-"

He didn't finish his question, and yet Trey answered. "It's because, I like you."

...

Jade proceeded to come out of the water, having his tail transformed to legs, once again after a long while. He approached Trey who sat there still with his immobilized legs.

"...I never thought I would ever need my legs again... He gazed Trey in the eyes. "But it is necessary...." "...There are a lot of things I want to do with you, with these legs..."

"...Many..."

And they both shared a kiss, which became the start of everything else.

[xoxonxo]

ron weasley x ilvermorny transfer? friends to lovers where we see a lot of their friendship/dynamic with some relationship fluff too! I also see reader being like best friends w the twins😇 thank u angel

everything has changed

a/n: no warnings, hope you like it ml !! 2.3k+

version on AO3

She felt a loud smack on the cold, polished wooden surface that had etched intricate designs. The young woman’s neck swiveled left and right before catching a glimpse of red hair towering over her. She dug her fingers into her hair and sighed before managing to mumble out an incoherent string of words. “Do you two ever get tired of teasing me?” The twins exchanged smirks, glancing at one another before replying simultaneously, “Never.” She scoffed, shoving a half-eaten piece of toast thinly coated in marmalade into her mouth. Fred and George sat themselves beside her, beginning to chatter about the upcoming Quidditch season. “Are you going the game?” George asked. A sigh left her mouth, clearing her throat and shaking her head, “No, George. I already told you I have to catch up on all my European Magic History, they taught it differently at Ilvermorny.” She turned to her side, facing Ron’s plate, with was piled with scones and biscuits served throughout the table. “Blimey, [Y/N], is there anything they taught you correctly at that ridiculous school? First no Quidditch, and now American Magic History— its an outrage.” She smiled wryly as she pressed a warm mug to her lips, taking a sip of her odd-tasting coffee. “Good morning to you too, Ron.” The boy scrunched his nose as he took a large bite from a blueberry scone, letting the crumbs fall onto his lap. “You’re gross, seriously Ron. Did your mother forget to teach you manners?”, she teased, shaking her head mockingly. Fred shot her a defensive glare, then returned to his conversation with George. “That’s rich coming from you. Insulting my own mother.” He crossed his arms before the two suppressed a slight laugh. Taking one last sip from her bitter coffee, she stood up from from the bench and reached for her knitted, black bag, “I think I should start getting to Potions, I might get lost again,” she added with a smile. The twins nodded, diving back to their discussion about the House Cup. Ron barley acknowledged her, too engrossed in the selection food mounted on his plate. She grinned at Ron’s appetite, then turned around and sighed to herself.

It was going to be a long day.

Potions, was nothing short of a nuisance for any Gryffindor on Snape’s bad side, especially if you were acquainted with Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form. His story shook her; back home, there wasn’t ever a renowned Dark Wizard who terrorized the magical community, (or at least not one she knew of). [Y/N] possibly couldn’t understand how Snape hated Harry, even after everything he went through, but being friends with Fred and George, meant being friends with Ron, which inevitably meant being friends with Harry. The eerie atmosphere of the classroom sent shivers down her spine as she settled into her chair, reaching in her bag’s contents for her Potions textbook. She flipped the pages open, her fingers delicately tracing the leather and stitched letterings on its spine. The clocktower chimed, indicating the start of the class session. She glanced to her left and watched as Ron plopped himself in the empty chair besides her. [Y/N] felt goosebumps rise on her neck as the footsteps behind her swooshed behind her. Her breath quickened before she heard Ron’s book hit the marbled floor, “Late again, Weasley.” Her posture straightened as Snape paced behind her and Ron, his voice echoed coldly. “Twenty points from Gryffindor. If you happen to be late again, I would have no choice but to deduct fifty more.” She grimaced at the deduction before Snape sharply turned towards her, his eyes narrowing in her direction, “I would suppose that in Ilvermorny they too punish tardiness, [Y/L/N]. I would keep an eye on your little friends in the future if you’d like to have a chance at getting third place in the House Cup. There will be no exceptions.” Her throat tightened as Snape walked away and stood near the front of the classroom. Her eyes trailed over to Ron, who was uttering curses under his breath. She snorted, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear. “Could you try to be a couple seconds earlier next time?” Ron scoffed, leaning towards hers, “I was only late because of Hermione. She was bloody furious when she found out I copied from her essay. What was I ‘posed to do? It’s mental, really.” She shook her head, biting her inner cheek, in order to stifle her laugh, “Next time you can copy mine, just, please try to be on time.” Ron’s face brightened, meeting a stern look from Snape, causing him to clear his throat. “Erm, yeah. I’d appreciate that, [Y/N], really.” Potions seriously couldn’t go by faster.

By the time lunch had rolled around, [Y/N] felt famished. Potions felt like it had lasted hours on end, and Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Umbridge was tedious as ever. She plopped herself on the freshly mowed grass near the Great Lake, sighing with relief as she leaned back against the dark oak tree. She pressed her knees against her stomach clutching her stomach as it growled back at her. “Have some.” Fred sat himself in front of her, and the handed her a loosely wrapped sandwich and an unopened bottle of pumpkin juice, while George pulled out a bottle of his own, “You’re gonna need it.” Gratefully, she took what was handed to her and scarfed it down. “Thanks, Fred,” she spoke in between her bites, “I thought I was going to die if I had to be in Snape’s class any longer.” After washing her food down with the remaining pumpkin juice, [Y/N] skimmed the area around her. In the distance, she caught eye of a familiar group walking her way, followed by bickering getting closer.

“Harry is focused on Quidditch too, Hermione! You don’t seem to care.” Ron’s voice cut through the air. “Yes, Ronald, but Harry didn’t forget to turn in the paper for our group assignment! Get your head out of that stupid sport, and please, for the love of Merlin, when we go to Hogsmeade this weekend, you better remember to finish reading the latest chapter on Jinxes.”Ron’s nose scrunched as he and Hermione settled beside the twins, “Hogsmeade?” Hermione paused, briefly taken aback by [Y/N]’s question, then cleared her throat,“Yes, Hogsmeade. Haven’t you been there before?” Fred and George exchanged glances, preparing to interject before Ron spoke up.“You can come,” he spoke quickly before glancing down at his lap, “I mean, it would be your first time and it would be fun.” Fred smirked, elbowing his twin’s side, “Oh, I’m sure it would be,” causing George to grin mischievously. [Y/N] nodded eagerly, almost honored by his invitation. “I would like that, Ron.” The twins, almost instantly faced [Y/N], forming plans and ideas about what to do when the day arrived. “You still have to finish your homework, Ronald,” Hermione added in a sing-song voice before returning to the book propped up on her lap, eliciting a long groan out of Ron.

To say she had been excited to go to Hogsmeade was an understatement. For the rest of the week, she pestered Fred and George over what shops they were planning on visiting, checked in with Harry if he was tagging along, and even had Hermione help her with her outfit. When the day had arrived, it was warm and clear. “Fred, George! Over here!” She waved enthusiastically until the twins had spotted her. “I haven’t seen you this excited since I told you that there was a class for Magical Creatures,” George snorted, crossing his arms, “Harry, Ron, and Hermione should be here any minute. They got caught up.” The three watched the path expectantly before hearing voices behind them. “Ready to go?”Harry and Ron strolled towards them, Hermione following closely behind. [Y/N] turned around almost instantly and grinned, “Obviously.” Once they arrived to Hogsmeade, she felt her heart begin to race. There were rows of small shops with colorful displays to catch the attention of younger students from Hogwarts, and bustling crowds bumping shoulders on their way to get somewhere. It was practically everything she had dreamed of. Eventually, they had split up— Harry, Ron, and Hermione decided to get some supplies they needed while Fred and George gave her a quick tour of the place before heading to the three broomsticks. [Y/N] had spent a small fortune for sweets at Honeydukes, stylish robes at Madam Malkin’s, and supplies for her pet owl she had run out of. As they stepped into the pub, the three walked over to Harry, Ron, and Hermione who had already ordered a round of Butterbeer for the six of them. “Blood Hell, [Y/N]! Did you buy all of Hogsmeade? How many bags do you have,” Ron exclaimed, his eyes wide. She rolled her eyes as she settled into her seat, grabbing the jug of Butterbeer and bringing it to her lips. “Seven. I was going to share the caramel fudge I bought, but since you decided to be an arse I suppose you wont be getting any.” She wiped off the foam from her lips with the back of her wrist, ignoring the gasps and apologizes coming from Ron. Fred and George exchanged a look and cackled, causing Harry and Hermione to join in he laughter.“Uh, you have a bit of,” Ron began, leaning in to wipe off the smear of sweet foam she had left on her lip with his thumb. The touch was brief, but didn’t fail to send a shiver down her spine, causing her ears to turn pink. The pub went quieted briefly, all but a couple whispers and clinks of glasses were heard. She felt her face heat up as she managed to clear her throat, “Thank you.” Ron laughed nervously, “No problem.” He returned to his own Butterbeer and chugged the rest, calling the bar keeper to bring him another. “Merlin, Ron. You’re hopeless,” George added, causing [Y/N] to look away. Sensing the tension, Hermione smiled sternly and faced [Y/N], “I think you should come to the Quidditch game, [Y/N]. It would be nice having someone watch with me.” She glanced at the eager twins before letting a soft sigh escape her mouth, “Fine, I’ll go. But don’t expect me to understand anything.” As the chatter in the pub resumed its buzz, Ron and [Y/N] exchanged glances, smiling.

The first Quidditch game of the season happened to be Gryffindor against Slytherin, which was highly anticipated. Hermione and [Y/N], who happened to be decked out in everything Gryffindor or red they could find, sat near the front. The student section was roaring with excitement, cursing at the other side, and cheering for their own. She knew very little about the game— Harry, the Seeker had to catch the snitch; Fred and George were something called Beaters; and that Ron was a Keeper. To be quite frank, she didn’t know half of the rules. She didn’t understand what each position did, or how they were different, and was baffled as to why the game ended once the Snitch was caught— because wouldn’t that make everything else in the game pointless? But she didn’t dare ask Hermione because all she could do was stare at Ron. She barely noticed that the game had started if it weren’t for Ron flying over Harry to get to his position by the goalpost. Points were scored on both sides, though there were times that [Y/N] had thought Gryffindor was wrongfully penalized (or maybe she was quite biased). The cheers from the stands were deafening. For a game that she didn’t care about, she was on the edge of her seat for the entirety of the match. Suddenly, two hours into the game, the crowd erupted into cheers, but [Y/N] couldn’t keep her eyes off Ron. He took over her mind ever since Hogsmeade—or maybe ever before. Hermione shook her, pointing excitedly to Harry, who had the snitch in his hand, showcasing it to his teammates and the Gryffindor student section. She began to cheer as fellow Gryffindors raced into the field, congratulating Harry. But [Y/N] knew who she looking for. The twins ran over to her, asking her if she saw the times they made a goal, she nodded absentmindedly and smiled as she scanned the field for red hair. She glanced to her left and saw Ron. He was sweaty, and his hair was pushed back. She waisted no time and made her way to him, oblivious to the screams of her name coming from behind her. “Ron!” she called out to him, breathless as she approached him. He turned towards her, his toothy grin spreading across his face. “You did it!” with a swift motion, he pulled her by the waist and pressed his lips against hers, cupping her cheek. The kiss caught her off guard, leaving her breathless, melting at his touch. Before she could react he pulled away, his expression mixed with smugness and satisfaction. “Sorry, I had to do that.” He searched her eyes for any hesitation. She grabbed his shirt in a twist and pulled him closer, kissing him once more. This time the kiss was hungrier, letting her hands tangle into his hair as he pulled her by the waist. When they pulled away once more, she attempted to conceal her excitement by biting her lip, but then quickly gave up and laughed. The sounds of triumph and celebration resumed as Ron’s thumb traced her jawline. “You know,” He started, as he brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” Red coated her cheeks, letting her gaze settle on his, “I’m glad you did.” Fred and George interrupted them with a loud roar. Fred nudged at his twin’s side, his hand outstretched, “Five galleons, George,” they chuckled.

They won their first match, but Ron won [Y/N]’s heart too.

[pumpkinsy0]

Spilling my own purly lore bc I can

I think pony would have dated Angela first, at some point. That did NOT end up well, Angela and him wouldn’t clash. It’s showed in that was then this is now also, that Insted of pony who goes to talking about issues she resorts to physical VIOLENCE. This is beacuse of what she knows though. It wouldn’t end up well, due to her obviously resorting towards violence towards pony.

Prolly another one of the reasons Darry and soda wouldn’t like him dating Curly, they would assume he’s alike in that manner.

Anyways he would end up getting closer to curly and they would actually talk things out. Porlly pony taught him healther mechanics for stuff like that too.

I LOVE HEARING OTHER PPLS LORE FOR THESE TOO IDIOTS!!!

I MUST CONFESS, now i do believe something quite different bc, i do think pony having bi panic and kind of having a thing for both angela and curly is pretty interesting and i hold that idea near my heart, bc its so funny, eventually his thing for angela did go away thought cause i mean, obvious reasons, hes dating her brother

maybe only a select few know (two bit and johnny, god forbid dallas finds out) and tease him about it

AND AS FOR THE VIOLENCE THING, ITS ALSO CANON THAT THE SHEPARDS THROW THINGS IN ARGUMENTS, i always found it interesting that the shepards parents all rubbed off on their kids that way, their tendency to throw things makes them follow suit, they all get a lil physical when fighting and tend to throw things and i DEMAND more ppl add that into arguements w curly and pony in their fics bc IKKKKKL curly isnt just sitting there yelling, hes pacing, pulling his hair, dropping things, etc etc, now im not saying hes ABUSIVE now, but he is a lil scarier and unhinged in arguments as he is a shepard, curly shepard at that

i just ignore twttin for the most part but im glad u found a use for it and made it into ur own cool thing❤️

[anjasitdown]

I have so many Thoughts I wanna say before I move on from the Public Safety Arc. There'll be manga spoilers by the way.

To be honest, I put off watching Chainsaw Man when I heard the protagonist's sole aim in life is to... touch boobs. I thought Denji was just like any other shonen MCs with perverted tendencies. I tried watching because it was animated by Mappa, but I stayed because of Aki, Denji, and Power (and Meowy). But as I reached the ending of Public Safety Arc, I realized Denji's more complex than that.

All his life Denji was deprived of basic needs; he couldn't even afford the bare minimum. He didn't get to experience love from a parent or admiration from his peers. Denji craved so much for love and affection, but the only way he knew how to get that was through sexual intimacy with a woman. Receiving affection from friends is completely foreign to him. That's why when he and Power did that in the bathroom, Denji's like, "Wait a minute... that's it?" Deep down Denji knew there's more to love than that—there's more to affection than just touching breasts. The moment he started to realize that, Makima just had to twist his mind and turn him back to his sexual urges (screw u for that makima btw).

Throughout the whole arc, Denji continued to believe in his idea that love is just about touch and sex. He ran after women after women who fulfilled that but left him feeling hollowed because, well, they tried to kill him afterwards. It's actually entertaining to watch Denji finally gets his first kiss only to get barfed on the mouth and his second got his tongue cut off. And Makima, the woman he truly loved, not only used him but also discarded him when she got what she wanted. Most of those women don't see Denji as more than a dog. Denji is just some dumb boy who doesn't deserve the normal life he's having.

But Denji really is just some boy. But he's Aki and Power's boy. There's nothing special about him. Aki and Power know that because they looked beyond the Chainsaw—they saw Denji as he is, and accepted him. People treated Denji like a dog and no one saw his worth as a person. But not Aki and Power. Aki gave him a house, taught him and Power manners, cooked for them, and taught him how to cook. Aki treated Denji and Power as his own. And Power, as unhinged and selfish as she is (affectionate), relied so much on Denji. I think that trust taught him to be a better person. To have someone rely on you can make you feel loved and respected. That's why helping Power overcome the fear of the Darkness Devil felt so natural to him. Sleeping with her on the same bed, taking a bath together, and Power walking in on him while he's on the toilet didn't feel naughty (as Denji said). The love Denji's searching for everywhere has always been in front of him: Aki and Power.

Makima can tell Denji she fabricated everything for all I care, saying everything has been a lie and that she set it all up to destroy Denji's mind and heart. But what Aki and Power felt toward Denji was real because they were the only ones who truly loved Denji without asking for anything in return. They saw him as he is, and loved him.

My precious children 🥺🥺🥺 I'm going to miss them