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hii how do u use gradient colors on tumblr?? bc i only have specific colors n iw use pastel colors on my texts.. how do i do that?
TUT FOR GRADIENT COLORS .ᐟ.ᐟ
i've been meaning to make this post for a while, i hope this helps all of you aspiring tumblr writers and bloggers for your aesthetic posts!
divider creds to @angeliicide
STEP ONE
use the website, stuffbydavid.com, or another html text colorizer website, and type in whatever texts you want to use
it should look something like this!!
type in the hex code of any color you'd like
(tip: i like to use pinterest color palettes that include hex codes so the colors correspond well!)
(additional tip: if you're using images on your post, and want to match colors, use the site imagecolorpicker.com, and upload your image to see matching hex codes!)
it will look like this!
STEP TWO
next, you're going to want to copy the full html code at the bottom (do not use bbcode, it will not work for tumblr!)
STEP THREE
once you've done that, go to tumblr on browser or site form, this part will not work on the app!
tip: use safari or microsoft or any browsing app that allows you to go to the tumblr website!
STEP FOUR
now, by creating a new post by clicking the little pencil button on the bottom left or opening an old draft, open the settings gear icon on the top right of your post and scroll down to where it says, text editor, and click the dropdown menu to change it to html
STEP FIVE
now exit out of settings back on your post, and paste the html code onto it.
you should now see a jumble of numbers and letters, and once you save it to draft, it will show you your colorful text!
ADDITIONAL STEPS
now sometimes when I want a gradient image for a story, i use pinterest to search for fanart, and then picsart to convert them into colorful gradients
1. find your image of choice
2. open picsart and start a new project with your image
3. find where it says fx effects
4. then scroll until you find color gradient
5. and change around the colors to your liking
6. save your image!!
a/n: hope this helps you lovelies who are confused by the coding/ html aspect of tumblr as it sure confused me when i was first starting out!
summary. when you, the daughter of a van helsing, a famed vampire huntress are finally given the mission to kill count choso in his castle, you already know it’s fated to end in tragedy. but when you see him, and he’s hot, you can’t explain the attraction you feel toward him. but are his devilish good looks enough for you to forget the otherworldly being he truly is? or will you slay the beast, once and for all?
you’d heard so many stories of vampires, of ivory white fangs gleaming and pale, and centuries-old skin that showed off decades of sunless slumber, of glossy mahogany coffins, and urges to quench an ungodly desire for scarlet-red blood.
in fact, your own father had warned you that the very feat that you had been sent to accomplish, would have sacrifices well beyond human comprehension.
because when dealing with sinful creatures of the undead, this wasn't just a matter of life or death, this was a matter of being damned to eternity as one of them.
"i believe in you, dragostea mea." ("my love" in romanian) your father had said to you scruffily before you left, bending down to give you a chaste kiss on each cheek. "we're counting on you to return home when you have slain the monster, once and for all."
but as you plodded on wearily through the eerily still countryside, you were reminded, not for the first time how you would not be given such a warm welcome if you failed to succeed, with the weight of your father's expectations suffocating your chest.
as a van helsing descendant, you had been thrust into the limelight with the increased panic and sightings of shadows at night, that told of a dark looming figure with a sharp scowl, and sharper fangs.
nosferatu has returned, hushed voices spoke, only becoming increasingly more insistent when bodies began to pile up, left strewn about always with two clean punctures in the soft flesh of the neck, their eyes rolled back and blood puddling below.
and according to town legend and all the stories murmured among the elders, it would only get worse, with the aptly named count choso's ceaseless search for the blood of mortals.
it had already gone on for far too long, with too many casualties, but what finally made your father, the head of the village snap was what had been found yesterday night.
for on the ground, transcribed messily with blood, it read in sloppy romanian, adu-mi-o pe fata vânătoare. ("bring me the hunting girl")
there was no doubt that he was referring to you, having been trained for this moment since birth, to take down the fanged devils that lurked all in the rustic countryside of romania.
you had just never thought you'd be taking the prince of them all head-on.
and yet here you were, armed to the teeth with weaponry all designed with one specific intention in mind. to kill vampires.
yet none of them could quite prepare you to walk straight into the den of one, your eyes sweeping across the foreboding scene stretching before you.
it was twilight, the sky bleak with a deathly silence that lacked even the chirruping of crickets. and just on the horizon, you were able to make out the fortress he was rumored to abide in, a long-abandoned keep with steep cliffs on every side.
it was a rustic victorian-style castle, with stone turrets and cobbled pathways that could use some touch-ups. gothic buttresses lined the triangular, pointed roof, and from your perspective, barbed spikes adorned every surface.
it was every bit as intimidating as you had feared, and it was with no small struggle that you hesitantly trudged further up the rocky path leading to it, a sinking feeling in your stomach.
the crossbow you held tightly to your chest quivered, while you worried your lip between your teeth, wondering how exactly you were going to pull this off.
the only weaknesses you knew of when it came to vampires were wooden stakes straight in the heart, but even that could prove to be no match for the prince of darkness himself.
sunlight, you knew, would also suffice, if you could find a way to lure choso out far enough during the day, but one thing about vampires that the village had taught you was that they’re smart.
and not just the intelligent kind of smart.
no, thousands of years of immortality on this earth had made them clever, and it was going to take more than a couple amateur shots and some sunlight to take the demon down
but before you had time to ponder how exactly, you’re reaching the gated entrance, which you try to push open only for the rusty metal to creak! on its hinges ominously without budging.
you sigh to yourself, looking for another way around.
and it's just then that you notice another dark entrance, this one smaller and off to the side, with the door slightly cracked open as if in wait for someone to enter.
you hesitate for only a moment before pushing your way inside, taking a moment to glance around as you do.
it's eerie, in an ancient way suggesting that no one had been there in a very long time, with bugs scattering out of the way of your footsteps, and dust collecting as far as the eye could see.
what you seemed to be in was a chapel, with rows upon rows of mahogany pews, the high vaulted ceiling a sight to behold with its medieval elegance and grandeur.
thud!
a loud noise startles you, causing you to almost drop your crossbow before you shakily reload it and aim around, searching for signs of life. he must be nearby.
after a few minutes of silence though, you decide to continue onward, your footsteps loud in the dead silence of the castle.
coming further into the heart of the citadel, you find yourself in another old-fashioned, rustic room, lanterns hung on the walls and stone columns rising up overhead.
and judging by the ancient carpet spread for decoration on the stone floor and an old grandfather clock propped against some dusty shelves, its ticking slow yet ominous, someone had been here recently, the gargoyles lining the walls seeming to eye you as you pass.
slam!
you whip around, your eyes scanning desperately as the heavy, wooden iron-reinforced doors swing shut so suddenly it has you reeling.
that was your only way out.
blood roars through your ears as your heartbeat thumps. just where were you?
and it's then that it dawns on you as you turn about nervously, searching for an exit.
for there, laid a slightly ajar coffin, its lid propped open and contents empty save for a deep, ruby red silk lining the inside.
you were in his bedchambers, you finally realize, but it's much too late when you begin to turn on your heel, the sound of the heavy thump thump! of footsteps steadily approaching causing your limbs to stiffen in terror.
you tug uselessly at the door that had closed, but before you can keep searching for another way out, a cold hand is clamping itself around your mouth and another is clutching you by the waist and dragging you to crash into a solid wall of muscle.
"well well, is this the beloved vânătoarea?" ("huntress" in romanian) i've heard so much about you, bunny."
his breath catches softly as choso drags one long finger up your stomach, stopping just below your collarbone.
you squirm desperately in his grasp, but he only tightens his grip on you, a small chuckle reverberating in his throat. "where are you going, pet?"
without warning, he suddenly spins you around to face him, your body pressed into his chest firmly while he lazily eyes you, rosy pink lips curling upward into a faint smirk.
he was tall, looming over you ominously, all ashy pale skin and sunken undereyes, smudged with eyeliner, and fangs jutting out just above his lip.
he was pierced too, shiny glinting metal above his eyebrow and on his lips, angel fangs, you believed was the name.
and as his mouth widens ever so slightly, you notice the same metal gleaming on his tongue too, a barbell that he toys with, running alongside his inner cheek as he watches you in amusement.
your skin prickles as you watch choso lean closer, his smoky incense scent overpowering you, and his warm breath ghosting over the jumping pulse point in your neck, simply breathing you in.
you let out a feverish gasp, as suddenly, his hot wet tongue comes to sweep across your neck, the sensation sending gooseflesh rising on your arms before he simply smiles against your nape, allowing you to feel the sharpness of his fangs as they press against you, not yet biting but just there.
you tremble slightly. “what are you going to do with me?”
now that the element of surprise was lost, you could bet your chances of killing him were zero to none, and you can only hope that your death would be a quick one.
choso huffs softly in amusement against your skin, cold fingers coming to grip tightly around your throat, just enough for your vision to blur. “why, i’m going to turn you into one of us, darling.”
and that’s the only warning he gives before he’s stuffing his face into the warmth of your neck with a downright sinful groan, as if he can’t get enough, lips busying themselves by ravishing your sensitive skin in hickeys.
and the way this was already going, you were sure there was something else to come, something unholy.
as if hearing your thoughts, in an instant, he has you pinned underneath him on the floor, his mouth suckling tenderly on your neck as your fingers tangle in his long black hair and press his mouth down harder while moaning pitifully.
“spread those legs, beloved.” he rasps out, and all you can do is obey, feeling a faint pulsing in your core as wetness begins to pool in your panties pathetically.
and it’s only after he slots one hefty knee between your legs, and then leans his head back, opening his mouth to bare his fangs, sharp ivory cuspids that glint menacingly, that you realize what he’s about to do.
in a heartbeat, he has his fangs sunken into your neck, a prickling pain that quickly turns into something else, something.. pleasurable.
it starts in your neck, an unusual pulsating sensation that quickly sweeps down your body, causing you to urge him closer, pushing his head down into your neck as you let out a pitiful whine.
as choso cradles your head, angling you so he can suck harder, taking long pulls of your coppery taste, you realize you're rocking your hips slowly, almost imperceptibly, against his knee.
he hums in approval, then draws back to lick a long, languid stripe up against the bite marks he had just left, the cool metal of his piercing making you shiver.
"you like that, huh, micuță curvă? ("little slut" in romanian)
“y-yes, i- fuck.” you swallow as your syrupy wet pussy throbs in response, slick already coating your thighs.
"yeah? y'know i can smell your arousal, pretty." he leans back to take in your wrecked state, pushing his knee up ever so slightly and causing you to buck against him with a gasp. "do you want more? want me to make you cum?"
but before you can think of an answer, he's biting into your neck so hard, you're sobbing out a, "y-yes please!"
"i don't think your daddy would like that, would he? a van helsing, creaming pathetically at the hands of a vampyre."
you moan softly, trying to push your hips harder against him in an effort to get yourself off. "p-please, count!"
and then you swear you hear choso whine as your scarlett red blood drips down his chin messily, his tongue lolling out to catch the stray droplets.
all you can do is grind helplessly against him, your sensitive clit bumping the leather of his pants, and throbbing in sync with each gulp of blood he takes from you, as your stomach tightens into small knots.
"taste s'good.." he murmurs hazily, as if saying it to himself. "d-don't wanna ever stop.."
"choso!" you gasp, humping fervently, glistening strings of drool beginning to spill out from the corners of your lips as your eyes roll back.
he sighs in response, applying more pressure with his knee as you feel something hot n' heavy, and downright shameless in its size fervently pressed against you, almost as if it's nothing but a second thought, his first to worship your neck completely like the sacredness of religion.
your breathing turns heavy as you drag your pussy shamelessly back n' forth against his leg while the tingly feeling choso's bloodsucking gives turns stronger, his fangs seeming to lengthen and reach deeper than before.
and when he looks up to meet your gaze, oh, is he a sight to behold.
utterly wrecked, big hazel eyes blown wide and dilated, and full of such sultry need as his mouth sucks relentlessly, starved for any taste of you that he can get.
"în o mie de ani, nu am gustat niciodată sânge ca acesta." ("in a thousand years, I have never tasted blood to the likes of this" in romanian)
"choso..!" by this point, your stomach was so taut and your breathing so ragged that you can only mewl his name like a plea, spasming weakly in his grip. "m'gonna.. hah..!"
and as he hears your weak cries, his sucking turns more intense, scraping his fangs sensually across your skin until finally, with a flourish, you're cumming, whining pitifully as you fall apart against him, soaking your panties with your own gushing slick, and unable to stop your whines of ecstasy.
did you really just..?
"good girl," choso coos, finally pulling back and wiping his mouth with a drunken grin. "now, bend."
but before you can even move however, choso is using his otherworldly abilities to turn you over on all fours, your back arched obscenely as he pushes you forward, pressing himself up behind you.
and once you feel the frantic twitching of his cock up against you, hot and pulsing steadily, you realize he's not going to let it go unnoticed any longer.
“n-need you, sweetheart.” he pants against you, before cool, ringed fingers are coming to curl around your plush thighs, spreading them open wide as he ruts against you desperately, trying to ease the unbearable hardness he was sporting.
you buck back into him, wriggling your hips which he groans at, immediately lifting up your skirts to tear your soaked panties off roughly with a rrrip!
now that your gushing wet pussy was on full display, sensitive nub throbbing as you clench around nothing, choso takes the opportunity to lean his head against you, warm breath ghosting over you teasingly and shaggy black hair brushing your inner thighs.
“all for me?” he says, using one thick finger to swirl your slick around your entrance, but never quite giving the pressure you craved, eliciting a small whine of protest from you.
he tsks at you, unbuckling himself from his leathery confines to allow his length in all its glory to spring out. “patience, bunny. you need this big cock stretching you that badly, hm?”
and oh, was he big, with a curved, veiny girth that was maroon reddish at the thickened tip, absolutely oozing glossy dredges of precum, and adorned with a glint of metal at the frenulum.
he had a dick piercing, too?
but before you have time to admire him further, he shifts impatiently, one large hand wrapping around the swollen base of himself to draaag his weepy length along your sappy pussy lips, precum already streaking down your thighs obscenely.
choso sighs softly, letting his head loll back and rifling a hand through his messy black bangs, as he pushes just the fat, bulbous tip of his cock into your entrance, groaning when you greedily try to suck him in further.
“ready to take it all, pet?” he grunts, easing himself slowly in to your warm, gummy walls at your eagerness, more sticky wetness beginning to seep out of you.
but he's only about two inches in, when you feel yourself stretching and stretching, trying your best to accommodate his utter size.
"t-too big.." you practically sob, your thighs trying to close as your body jerks and your back bows upward into a perfect arch.
but choso is quick to shove your thighs back open, this time even wider, and gifting you a sharp smack! on the ass.
"where you going, hm? don't run from me now." he growls, and then he's pushing in, while his deft fingers stroke your sopping wet clit, circling and teasing you just enough to make you gasp as another inch slides in.
slowly, as he shushes you, cooing soft praises that only make you wetter, he finally manages to bottom out, buried deep into your soft, warm cunt that clenches and dribbles webbed arousal down your thighs.
and then, the only warning you get is his big hands coming to rest on the curve of your waist, before he begins fucking into you like an animal starved, skin smacking against skin filling the air.
the cool barbed metal of his prince albert piercing hits directly into your cushy sweet spot, already making you dumb as your mouth forms into a little ‘o’ and you arch your ass impossibly further.
his fat, bulbous tip is wedged deep inside you, causing little moans to spill out of your mouth as your eyes roll back, and you push yourself against him for more, feeling him slide deeper.
"what would your father think, huh?" choso gasps, one hand roughly wrapping itself around your throat and pressing slightly, causing your breath to leave you in a whimper. "if he could see his little huntress taking a vampire's cock like she was made for it?"
at this point, you can only let out dumb little gurgles, glossy drool pouring lasciviously down the sides of your lips as you feel heat curling low in your belly.
and then choso whines, a hand coming to tangle itself in your hair and pulling, just enough to make your back bend enough to take his ruby-red cockhead deeper into your cervix, the throbbing veins adorning his shaft massaging your insides throughly with each brutal thrust.
“f-fuck, ‘cho!” you moan, your spine curving deliciously as the pressure in your stomach steadily begins to ramp up more n' more 'till you're seconds away from crashing headfirst into your second orgasm of the night, your vision splitting and turning into blurs of white.
and with each rut, his plump, globed tip is bruising your sweet spot, making you curse as his piercing bumps your hot, slithery walls, mapping you out like you're salvation.
“thas’it!” he downright whimpers as he continues rocking into you, keeping you perfectly on the edge, and swiveling his hips back n’ forth.
and only when choso’s fingers come to expertly tweak and roll the poor, sensitive bud of your clit that you find yourself cumming without warning, your thighs trembling before drenching themselves in rivulets of your gushing syrup, clenching hard ‘round choso’s cock like a vice.
and when he makes a noise caught between a moan and a whine, you realize he’s cumming too, length throbbing with every flooding ivory spurt of seed pulsing out in hefty loads until there's so much of it, it's gushing back out.
you and choso lie still in the aftershocks of pleasure, your thighs still twitching with euphoria, but soon enough you find your eyes beginning to shutter closed, and distantly, you feel choso's hands moving you, almost reverently, like you were something special and new, an experiment of sorts.
soon enough, you find yourself sleeping, comfortable enough to make a vampire’s chambers your own bed, a warmness spreading through your body at being marked and claimed for the first─and last─ time.
but not before you hear the soft, hoarse murmur from choso that he says as a statement more than anything else, cool fingers stroking your thighs gently.
“once you turn, pet, you will be my wife for all eternity. i can promise you that.”
summary. it's the eighty-fourth annual hunger games, and surprise, your name has just been reaped. with increasingly slim chances of making it out alive, you find yourself entangled with a certain cocky career from district one, and in a shocking turn of events, his ally— allies that fuck, of course.
word count. 4.1k
content. mdni fem!reader, hunger games!gojo, alcohol consumption, violence, gore, character death, injuries, class difference, dystopian!au, petnames, smut (upcoming)
author's note. IN MY HUNGER GAMES ERA CURRENTLY
p.s this is going to be a series
ACT I: THE TRIBUTE.
today was reaping day.
the dreaded day where the capitol chose a male and female tribute from each district to fight to the death in an arena for “entertainment”.
the thought makes you sick as you get dressed for the grueling afternoon ahead, fitting yourself into a neatly starched dress and putting your hair up into a braided updo, making yourself perfectly presentable and curated for the capitol’s viewing, no matter how disgusted you feel by it all.
there truly was no hope for you— your name had been entered forty-seven times as a result of your poverty, your need for the meager helpings of tesserae you garnered in return almost outweighing the risk of getting your name drawn.
but, with the lingering hopeful thought of this being your last year of having your name reaped, being eighteen almost nineteen, you put on your nicest polished church shoes, and head out the door.
attendance was mandatory and you’d rather be in the square early than get dragged out of your own home by a peacekeeper for tardiness.
and as expected, the crowd gathering is big, slowly moving through the line to get fingerprints and blood drawn where peacekeepers jotted them down on sterile clipboards.
“next.” a woman calls out, gesturing toward you and you wince at the small prick she gives you before bringing your finger down on a sheet of listed names.
moving along to where the rest of district twelve stands gathered around the stage, you see a heavily powdered, jewelry-adorned woman from the capitol standing before a microphone. her face is stickily caked in makeup, and unusually spider-like lashes flutter as she waits for the rest of the district to steadily trickle in.
and as the last few people squeeze into the crowd, she taps the microphone twice for attention, all pairs of grim eyes turning to her.
"welcome, welcome!" she exclaims excitedly like this was an event she had been looking forward to for weeks. "to the eighty-fourth annual hunger games!"
her face creases as she flashes a toothy smile to the crowd. "now, before we begin, i have a special treat for all of you straight from the capitol!"
on cue, the yearly propaganda video starts, explaining why there was a need for the hunger games to keep the districts in line─ "war. terrible war.."
as the video continues playing, your gaze wanders and you find yourself watching the capitol lady mouthing the words to herself like a mantra, brightening as the video finishes up.
"well, i just love that!" she gushes. "and with it, the time has come to select a courageous young male and female to represent district twelve in the annual hunger games! as custom, ladies first."
her heels click across the stage as she makes her way over to the glass bowl containing countless slips of paper holding name upon name of young citizens, your breath catching in your throat as unusually sharp acrylics fish out a folded paper at the bottom, holding it up and clearing her throat for the anticipated announcement.
her lips part in an exhale, the name floating off her painted lips easily and echoing around the too-silent district, embedding itself into each of their ears soundly.
the name that belonged to you.
time seems to slow, your heart stopping in your chest entirely as everything around you blurs and distorts, all the heads turning toward you becoming unrecognizable.
“well, come on up!” the woman preens, slightly bending over awkwardly as she tries to usher you toward her, hand outstretched.
you glance around, swallowing hard as blank faces stare back at you.
no one would ever volunteer for you, the small, humble girl from a tiny rundown shack of a house, and so with slightly unsteady steps up the stairs, a thought stirred in the back of your mind, one that told yourself that the games were already over before they ever had a chance to begin.
as the rest of the ceremony drones on, faces swirl together, voices mere hums in the background, you watching faintly as a boy you had only briefly met before gets called up, no older than sixteen with chubby cheeks and a babyish face.
he stares straight ahead, barely acknowledging you save for a customary handshake, his palms sweaty and a bit shaky.
the rest of the day passes in a blur of peacekeepers escorting you through countless corridors, faces dipped in condolences, empty visiting rooms, and finally, the rough jostling of them pushing you into the futuristic train headed for its final destination— the capitol.
and as you board, with your nose pressed against the cold window and the gentle thrum of the train's engine reverberating through you, you can only watch as your familiar, coal-mining district fades into nothing, your eyes beginning to water.
your mentor— none other than toji zen'in, a man notoriously known for how he liked to drink his troubles away, was sat at the smooth table in the train’s bar car, already halfway into a bottle of whiskey, scarred lip curling as he looked you and your fellow tribute over when you both join him.
he clearly had no hope for you two, and you couldn't blame him, eyeing the boy you had come with, his chest heaving as tears streak down his face in rivulets.
“any advice for the games?” you say, trying to break the silent tension settling over all of you, much to toji’s displeasure, setting his glass bottle down with a loud clank!
“don’t die.” he sneers.
that settles it, and all of you lapse back into uncomfortable silence.
and just when you think you can't bear another second of being in this train, you catch sight of the shining capitol in all its glory outside the window.
colorful arched buildings rise high, adorned with domes and spiked centers, each impressively arrayed to show off glittering centers, the epitome of luxury.
sliding glass doors, magnetic monorails gliding past, and whizzing sleek sportscars all come into view, as well as strange-looking people of all kinds clapping as the train finally slows to a stop.
from their shaved eyebrows and colored hair to their big frilly outfits, they were something to be ogled at, your eyes scanning them all in wonder.
how were people living like this when your district was starving for even the tiniest morsel to spare?
they clap and cheer as you draw nearer to them, foreign mouths opening in delight at this year's tributes, likely already betting on their favorites.
"come on." toji grunts, hauling himself up to clap a large hand on both you and your fellow tribute's shoulder, walking you out of the train with a fake smile plastered onto his face, absolutely reeking of alcohol.
the next few hours seem to happen in a blur, with several stylists taking you to a dimly lit room, lying you flat and getting to work on your body, with hot wax and sharp tweezers and razors and polishes of all sorts.
they exfoliate, and brush, and put hot curlers in your hair, all while whispering amongst themselves indistinctly, sharpening various tools.
and then comes your stylist, the one who would be dressing you for the infamous tribute parade, wearing a simple yet elegant outfit with her hair up, dark bangs swept to the side.
"utahime." she greets you, gold bracelets jingling on her wrist as she tilts your chin up to give you a once-over.
she snaps some bubblegum, before rolling her eyes. "district twelve, right? coal?"
you nod once.
her lips quirk up. "well then, i suppose it's up to me to make you look the part."
-
the tribute parade was where the capitol got their first glimpse of each and every tribute in all their glory, riding carriages that represented each of their districts and costumes with extravagant headpieces and jewelry.
you had been clad in lavishly excessive silken robes that hung off your figure and left practically nothing to the imagination as they displayed the curve of your waist as well as your plush hips, dangling waistbeads cool against your flushed skin.
the idea was to mock that of coal, your outfit a rich black with studded gemstones and a glossy sheen that radiated off you.
but, it had a twist.
because in a blink of an eye, and change of perception, your pure black robes would transform into countless shards of glittering silver, effervescent and blinding.
a choice masterfully chosen by utahime that represented even coal could turn into diamonds under the right amount of pressure.
however, your thoughts are quickly interrupted by the rough jostling of a shoulder pushing past you, causing your whole body to spin out with its force, almost tripping over yourself in the process.
"hey!" you protest. "watch it!"
the one who had bumped into you, a white-haired hulking, broad-framed muscular wall of a man spins around, his hands up in mock surrender, pink sheened lips curved into a cruel smile. "oops. such a tiny thing like yourself has to be more careful, sweetheart. wouldn't want to get hurt before the games, yeah?"
the last part comes out as more of a threat than anything, and you watch as he turns around, firing daggers at him with your eyes.
just who was he, anyway?
toji, noticing your gaze, steps closer, the warm tickle of his breath fanning against your neck as he bends down closer to you.
"that's gojo. career, district one. best to stay away from, he's most likely been training for this moment since birth, if you couldn't tell by the rippling pectorals." he finishes the last part with an exaggerated sarcastic tone, waving his hand around in the air while eyeing critically gojo's costume of choice.
and oh, was it a choice.
being from district one, the luxury district, he was dressed in nothing but a glittering, bedazzled toga skirt that hung low at his waist, displaying his sculpted v-line and tantalizingly close to revealing a prominent bulge outlined against the fabric.
you risk another glance toward him, only for his frosty cerulean blue eyes to meet yours, his mouth curving up almost imperceptibly like he already knew you were going to take another look.
your eyes quickly dart away, as you let out a breath of air you hadn't realized you'd been holding.
but before you have time to dwell on what just happened, toji's got a large hand clamped around your wrist as he hauls you toward the carriage you were to ride in, your fellow tribute already in and looking nervously out at the crowd.
"parade's about to start, c'mon." he grunts.
-
the next day is training, where all twenty-four of you are placed into a room full of various weaponry, swords, bows, daggers, weights, camouflage, and fire kindling areas where you could work on any and every skill you would end up needing in the arena.
you had started by wandering over to the edible plants station, examining all of the different-shaped leaves and what they meant about a berry's fatality, while most of the other tributes had forgone the basic survival necessities for swords, which they thrusted into the target dummies relentlessly, growling and making a show of themselves— gojo, included.
he was dressed in a tight suit, his biceps bulging out from underneath, with the thin material unable to hide his washboard abs and muscular physique.
his azure-colored eyes glint at you as his head turns, as if sensing your gaze.
and with an overexaggerated cry of "hah-ah!", he puts all of his force into slicing a dummy clean in half, silver sword clutched in his hand firmly, chest heaving up and down in exertion.
he turns back to you to make sure you saw it, licking his lips as his mouth curves into a smirk.
you really weren't going to make it out of the arena.
and of course, a few days following training came evaluation.
evaluations were where each tribute got to truly show off any skill of their choice, and receive a score of one through twelve, with twelve being the highest.
you were going to demonstrate your ability to throw a dagger, with the only problem being that you had never thrown a dagger before in your entire life.
but, with a limited array of options laid out before you and all of the gamemakers, as well as capitol figures of authority sitting in the higher wing, watching you keenly, you were running out of options so quickly grabbing a small switchblade, you widen your stance before a target dummy, aiming toward the heart.
you take a deep breath, the cool silver of it in your palm doing little to ease your nerves.
and finally, with a flourish you rear your arm back before letting the sharpened edge of it fly through the air, only with one problem.
it was headed straight toward the gamemakers.
you gasp, covering your mouth as it completely misses the dummy in front of you, instead whizzing past it toward a tall, bearded capitol man.
shit.
you only manage to scream a, "look out!" before it firmly embeds itself into the wall behind the gamemaker audience, narrowly missing the man by a centimeter.
you can only stare, your heart pounding in your throat as they all slowly turn toward you, various eyes sweeping across your figure and mutters of disbelief ensuing.
and after what seems like years but was really only a few terse moments stretching between you and the gamemakers, they dismiss you with a, "next."
you walk away, your heartbeat thudding heavily and your breathing coming faster.
if you didn't think you were going to make it out of the arena before, you definitely weren't going to now.
-
quickly after your whole dagger fiasco, the scores of each tribute were to be broadcasted on live television for every possible sponsor to see, and as a result you were a nervous wreck, all over the place and begging toji to see if you could redo your evaluation.
"sorry darlin'.." he drawls, taking a long drag from a cigarette, legs manspread apart on the couch, unbothered as always. "what's done is done."
you run your fingers through your hair anxiously, but before you get the chance to reply, the sudden staticky blaring of the tv cuts through, along with the theme song signifying the capitol tv program was starting.
you quickly find a spot to settle on the rug, eyes nervously darting over the man filling up the screen with his larger-than-life persona, ready to begin announcing the scores for everyone watching.
"as you all know, the time has come to reveal which of this year's tributes are the strongest, and which are the weakest!"
the screen breaks away to a live, clapping and whistling audience, all unnatural hair colors and strange outfits, their smiles bright in anticipation for what's to come, only worsening the twinge of worry in your gut.
after the cheers die down, he begins again. "starting off with district one, we have satoru gojo, our male tribute with a score of.."
he pauses for effect.
hesitates as he looks down at the scoring sheet.
"oh? what's this?"
immediately, hushed murmurings of curiosity break out amidst the crowd, all craning their heads toward what he was about to say.
"ladies and gents, it seems we have a new record on our hands!"
the whispers in the audience grow stronger.
"satoru gojo with a score of a perfect twelve!"
the crowd bursts into a raucous, all bets being placed under his name, with sponsors scrambling to be the one who backed the infamous career, each one rallying in his honor.
you hear a small huff of annoyance next to you, looking over to see toji leaned back, idly flicking cigarette ash on the carpet much to the disapproval of utahime, sashaying over with a hand on her hip to reprimand him harshly.
but all that fades into background noise for you, your attention fixed on the screen, which had now turned to a live cam with gojo on the other end, looking as stupidly smug as ever, a slight curl in his lips and a twitch in his eye giving away just how excited he was about the achievement he had just accomplished.
"unbelievable! well folks, i really don't know how any of our other tributes are going to beat that, but there's always room for surprises! let's continue on to district.."
the next few minutes tick away while he lists out all the other scores, your foot anxiously tapping as you await your own.
"moving to district four.."
"..the female tribute in district seven.."
"district nine.."
and finally, "last but certainly not least, we have district twelve!"
your breath catches in your throat as he announces the score of your fellow district tribute, a solid seven which earns him a nod of approval and slap on the back from toji.
"and for our female tribute.." the man on the tv pauses, letting your picture fill up the screen, eyes flicking down to your score for only a moment before they widen in surprise.
your spine stiffens at his eyeing of your paper, body going completely rigid as chills race down your spine.
"a score of one."
-
"ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your host for the games, suguru geto!"
a man with long, raven-black hair that glinted in the light when he moved came out grinning, only to sit in a plush chair, his legs spread wide and a fanged smile on his face.
he was all piercings— with black gauges, angel fangs, tooth gems, and even a shiny barbell on his tongue, he immediately drew your eye even in the strange place that was known as the capitol.
"heh.. thank you, thank you!" he waved to the audience whose cheers only grew stronger, half the women in the crowd swooning.
tonight, he was wearing a glittering purple suit that matched the color of his monolidded, almond shaped eyes, alluring and swirling with all that was to come tonight.
"it is my honor to be here, meeting these brave tributes which you are about to see in all their glory! so, without further ado, let's bring them out!"
of course, as always, district one was first.
"you know him, you love him, please give a warm round of applause for satoru gojo, with his astounding score of twelve!"
and there he is, strutting out in a sluttily unbuttoned dress-shirt, tight in all the right places and outlining the hard slopes and ridges of his chest with an infuriatingly smug expression on his face as he goes to sit down in his assigned spot.
when the whistling and applause die down— after what seems like hours— geto begins questioning him, gojo’s icy azure eyes roving over the crowd before finally settling.
"now, with that kind of score, what did you perform as your skill? i mean, that can't have been an easy number to come by, did you, what, flash the judges?"
that earns a smattering of chuckles from the congregation of people watching, all leaning forward, desperate to hear gojo’s answer.
"nah, i'm extremely skilled in all forms of combat whether it be a bow, dagger, or sword. got good aim, and strength to match." with that, he looks over to geto, smirking. "you'd like that though, wouldn't ya?"
at everyone whistling in agreement in the crowd, geto looks around, indulging them with a charming smile. "i think we all would, yes."
slowly, one by one, all the tributes go up, speaking about their motivating factor or particular skill that sets them apart from their opponents, while the only thing you can think about is that irritable thorn in your side, gojo.
he was just so arrogant, how were you going to..
"miss, you're up." comes the polished voice of one of the backstage managers, guiding you gently toward the stage.
shit, you hadn't gotten a chance to practice your speech!
"w-wait i'm not..!" you try to protest, but with a quick shove, you're on stage, the blinding spotlight solely on you as geto turns toward you with a warm smile and a gesture that urges you closer.
when you do take your seat reluctantly, the cameras panning over your face and bright light in your eyes, geto immediately begins attacking you with questions you had been dreading.
"well hello! district twelve, huh? what's it like back home for you?"
and just as you’re about to plaster on a fake smile, and appeal to the capitol’s glamorized view of district life, you hesitate, taking in the throng of people watching eagerly for your answer.
you couldn’t lie. not with how much you had struggled to stay alive, and you couldn’t keep that to yourself like the other tributes.
it’s not like you had much to lose, anyway.
"it's.. hard." you finally say after a beat of silence too long. "i struggle to get by everyday, not knowing where my next meal will come from, which is why i put my name in so many times, hoping against hope it wasn't enough to get me here. and truly, i am nothing but a humble servant girl from district twelve. i have no skills, no motivation, no family, i don't even know how to hold a bow." your lip begins to quiver, but you hold strong, your honesty jarring even to you. "i don't really have a chance at winning this, and in all truth, i don't want to win. there’s nobody left for me to win for, anyway."
you stop, looking up as you realize you had spoken for too long with too little of a response, only to see geto looking at you with an intensity he hadn't given to any other tribute.
"wow." he finally starts, eyes never once leaving yours as he takes your smaller hand into his own. "that was very touching, and i think i speak for all of us when i say that you have us rooting for you."
you nod, and with a few more words, your time is up, and the interviews are over, the curtains coming to a close, and the tributes beginning to mill about, heading back to their mentors and rooms to prepare for the big day tomorrow, when the games officially begun.
just as you're about to slip away however, a large hand snakes around your waist pulling you, your back meeting the warmth of a toned, hard-lined chest with an "oof!"
"hey darlin'.." an all-too-familiar, sultry voice drawls into your ear, drawing an involuntary shiver down your spine.
gojo.
"quite a speech you made out there, huh? planning to win the sponsors over with sympathy for the poor girl from district twelve?"
you struggle in his grasp, finally managing to push him away with a slight growl in your voice. "well at least i'm not whoring myself out for their entertainment."
that seems to only amuse him, his eyes glowing brighter as he leers down from where he towers above you. "mhm, some of us use our attractiveness to our advantage, though i don't imagine you would know as you'd have to be hot in order for it to work."
you don't exactly know what comes over you next, something in gojo simply setting you alight with rage.
all you know is one minute you had your tight, form-fitting dress on, and the next you were reaching around for your zipper and pulling it down angrily to let your breasts spill out, nipples pebbled in the cool air and your eyes blazing.
"oh-ho, i can be hot." you reach down to push your tits up obscenely, letting your head tip back and tongue loll out like something out of a porno.
"look at me, look at me! i'm flaunting my body for the capitol's pleasure!"
you look up just in time to see gojo's normally teasing blue eyes alight with.. something else.
intense and heated, they rake up and down your body, his throat dipping in a swallow before he steps closer to you, his chest blocking your body from anyone watching, and the heat of his fingertips lightly brushing your skin as he reaches for your zipper.
when your dress is back up again, leaving you to watch him, still simmering with anger, he steps back, a hazy, half-lidded look in his eye like it was taking everything in him to walk away from you.
"if you wanted me to see you naked darling, you could've just said so." he says before turning away, and walking back over to his mentor, leaving you to curse furiously after him under your breath.
-
a/n. gojo was heavily inspired by cato, fun fact!!
⟡ ݁₊˚⊹ SWEETHEART, SORRY IM LATE, I WAS LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR YOU ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
—𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ synopsis♡: when one fateful day leads to you being cursed, you go on a mission to find the infamous satoru gojo and his castle, but little do you know you’d find yourself in his bed later that night..
—𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ featuring♡: satoru gojo x reader
—𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ tags♡: unprotected sex, riding, oral (fem!recieving), mating press, praise, making out, p in v, cervix kissing, big dick gojo!
—𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ a/n♡: howl’s moving castle is my favorite studio ghibli film ever, so you already know i had to write a fanfic about it!
—𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ w/c♡: 4.5k
"oh, darling won't you come out of that hat shop with us, you're truly overworking yourself!"
you smile softly, eyes flickering over to where your expectant sisters stood watching you, before looking back at the vibrant purple hat you had been working on, threading through with flowers. "oh no, i couldn't. you all go ahead, though."
they giggle softly at your reply, already well-acquainted with your firm work ethics and habits of almost never leaving the shop, tossing a, "suit yourself!" over their shoulders.
and as the door closes behind them, leaving you to stare at all of the colorful creations of caps littering your desk, you sigh, leaning back to take them all in.
maybe you had been working too hard..
being the eldest daughter of your family, you had been entrusted with the shop from a young age, making and sewing up hats for a living. it had been your father's, though now had been passed down to your mother, who had appointed you as an apprentice, although you were practically the only one who crafted and fabricated everything, and though the work was quiet and calming, it did tend to get rather boring at times.
the interior of the shop was tiny and just a bit cramped, every available surface being taken by assortments of feathery, patterned hats in almost every color. brown, old, and creaking rows of shelves surrounded your working area along with coatracks dipping under the weight of all the caps resting on them.
and though it wasn't much, it was yours.
you continued working for another hour, listening to the rickety clock on your wall tick tick tick away, with an impending sense of dull weariness.
was this all you were ever meant to do?
finally, you push back in your chair with a squeak! decidedly grabbing your hat and plucking it on your head, locking and closing the shop door with a resolute slam.
you would get out and see the town to clear your head. it wasn’t good to lock yourself away in the shop for too long, so you needed to breathe some fresh air before you started working again, and find some inspiration.
and so, you venture out through the hustle and bustle of crowded markets, trains whistling and blowing gray smoke as they chuff along, and the bumping of carriages along stoney paths.
the air grows thick with the amount of people thronging around you, spilling heedlessly in countless directions, and after more than one person gets in your way and abruptly stops, you huff, veering off toward a side alleyway.
it wasn't ideal but it would just have to..
bump!
“hey, what’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone? you lost, sweetheart?”
a slightly heavier set, blonde man leaned in front of you on a wall, blocking your path. he smiled down at you condescendingly, but it lacked any actual warmth, all teeth instead.
“n-no sir, i’m not lost.” you manage to stammer out, trying to duck past him, but seemingly out of nowhere his companion sidles up next to him, bumping his hip and peering down at you, his mean brown eyes and thick mustache seeming menacing in the dim lighting.
“you sure?” his friend snickers, one gloved hand reaching for your side and spinning you around to press against his chest, a sinisterly unfamiliar cologne surrounding and practically suffocating you with its intensity. “why don’t we show you the way home?”
“leave me alone!” you gasp out, trying to break free from their suddenly too-tight grip on you.
“there you are sweetheart, sorry i’m late, i was looking everywhere for you.”
your body stiffens as a large, warm hand comes to grasp gently at your wrist, tugging you away from the two men, and spinning you around to lay eyes on the most beautiful man you had ever seen.
his eyes were azure colored and half-lidded, his voice low and resonant throughout the empty alleyway. he was dressed extravagantly with a poofy white button-up and red and black pattered overcoat flowing loosely behind him, and as his eyes meet yours, something warm twinges in your stomach, the feeling spreading all down your body hotly.
his gaze flickers away to the men still stood there, as if noticing them for the first time, and something about him sharpens, voice noticeably colder. “oh? and what are you two doing?”
"hey, we were just.." the blonde one's voice raises indignantly, trying to pull you back to them with a hasty tug.
"leaving." the blue-eyed man behind you finishes, his other hand lifting to raise his pointer finger and slice it to the side, causing the two men to immediately break into a march, boots landing heavily as they stomp away in sync.
"wha.. how did you?" you stare up at him in wonder, his own flicking down to your face with a small little smirk tugging at his lips.
"magic. now hang on!"
before you can even reply, he's grabbing you by the hand, and lifting you effortlessly up, up, up, into the sky, floating alongside him high above the town, all the people below you seemingly tiny dots scattered around the vibrant landscaping.
"oh!" you exclaim, fearfully clinging onto him as you feel weightless, the air whooshing below and around you.
"straighten your legs, it's okay.." the white-haired man whispers to you playfully, hands curling protectively around you. "now, start walking andd.. see! you're a natural!" he laughs softly at your hesitant steps into the air, growing more confident as he holds you up with ease.
the ground becomes a blur as you match each other's steps, airily floating as if it were any other day, coasting in sync as colors whirl below you in a mess of banners and flags.
"so, where ya headed?" the man's sultry, honeyed tone interrupts you as you quickly turn to glance at him, his eyes twinkling with mirth.
"oh, i.. uh.. just the hat shop."
so much for your day out.
"hmm, a hat maker you are?" you follow his eyes to where they linger on your simple little sun hat adorned with red ribbon.
"something like that.."
he smiles as he glides over to the small overlooking balcony outside your workshop, helping you down easily, your wide eyes gazing up at him as he prepares to leave again.
"make sure to be more careful next time you're out, mmkay? not everyone around here is quite as gentlemanly as me." his tousled, snowy white hair billows around him as he grins down at you teasingly.
" 'kay.." you nod shyly, and he begins to back up, smile widening.
"good girl."
and blowing a kiss to you, he jumps back off the balcony, eliciting a small gasp from you as you instantly rush over to press yourself against it, straining for a better look.
but he's already gone, practically dissipated into thin air.
with a tired sigh, and a combing of your fingers through messy hair, you lock the door to your shop with a click! before slumping down to the floor.
it had been a long day, and just as you're starting to relax, you hear a small, telltale tinkling of the bell that hangs above your door, alerting you when new customers arrive.
"hello? sorry ma'am we're closed right now." you start to stand up, noticing the woman in front of you, her face slightly flushed and eyebrows scrunched, as if in anger.
her figure is awfully plump, with a round, chubbed neck and doughy arms that hang out of her dress like deflated balloons.
her makeup is done rather sharply, as if made to look intimidating with hooked eyeliner and boldly colored eyeshadow, all accompanied by rouge red lipstick and a mole on the side of her mouth.
"why, you!" she stops right in front of you, lifting her─many─chins to stare down the bridge of her flat nose at you. "it was you he was floating around with this afternoon?"
you stiffen. she couldn't possibly mean..
"that wretch!" she hisses angrily. "eleven miserable years of my life spent chasing him! and this is what he does?" she slams her hand down on the counter loudly, causing you to flinch.
"please leave now! we're closed!" you say, your voice taking on a more firm tone as you try not to tremble, straightening yourself up.
she wheels around at you then, as if having forgotten you were there, still rambling on with passion. "oh? standing up to the most powerful witch, are we?"
her overdone, puckered lips draw up into a sinister little grin as you start to back up, unsure of yourself now.
witch?
"since he likes you so much, let's see if you can win over my precious, when i haven't been able to in more than a decade!"
black oozing spirits erupt from her flabby form, rushing over to you as you stand agape, horrified.
"and if you don't manage to fully capture his fleeting heart, you will die!"
all of a sudden, a cloying murky fog drifts in the homey space of the shop, invading your every sense, and clogging your nose tightly.
"what..?" you gasp, but all at once, it surges over to you, enveloping you in its tepid humidity, your mouth gulping in thick heaves of it, pouring into your throat, mouth, eyes, and nose with tendrils extending out of you, like a possession of your very body.
and then.. all is silent as darkness settles upon you, save for the fading echoes of the evil witch's deep, resounding laugh booming throughout the night.
when you open your eyes again, peeking out through your fingers carefully, you don’t feel different, with the exception of a vague, lingering sense of fear.
you were still plain ol' regular you, the you that stayed in working all day and turned down invitations to go out, opting to sew hats instead.
but something was.. off.
what had happened last night to make you so dazed, and memories so jumbled up?
and then, as quickly as it had been evading you, it all comes rushing back─ the man who had floated you into the air as if in a dream, the witch appearing, the sound of her cackle as she cursed you..
when you think back on the specifics of the spell she had cast however, you feel yourself pale, hands falling to your sides limply.
you were supposed to make the mysteriously magical guy that you had met yesterday fall in love with you? when you didn’t even know his name, or who he was?
that was practically impossible.
taking a deep breath, you desperately begin to wrack your brain for ideas as you try not to panic or think about the cruel ways the witch would kill you if you didn’t end up being capable of it.
one way you knew however that would be worth a shot to undo the curse, would be to find a well-practiced witch or wizard, and have them lift the curse from you, saving you a lot of time having to look for the elusive man and making him love you.
but.. there was no guarantee it would work.
you sigh heavily, trying to calm yourself down. that would mean leaving your town behind to move toward the wastelands where the witches resided, and in turn, leaving your faithful little shop, the only place you’d ever known to travel in the hopes for a remedy.
and so, it was with great strength that you straightened yourself up, huffing determinedly, and placing your hat firmly upon your head before heading out, intent on finding a way to break the curse before it was too late..
to the far west of the town, where weeds ran wild and the flowers never bloomed, muddy trails streaked across the land in brown stripes, was where you found it.
a creaking thing, four-legged and made of rotting wood with rusty pipes haphazardly sticking out of it, emitting black curling smoke to twine through the air, its agape, timber mouth and chipping, corroded eyes bringing a shiver to your spine.
gojo’s castle.
you had heard of it many times from your sisters, stories varying from grossly evil reenactments of how he devoured the hearts of beautiful women in search of his own, to tales of his haunting beauty, with glowing, cerulean eyes that were the last thing you'd ever see of the world, never being able to tell a soul.
and then it occurs to you.
of course! gojo was the most powerful wizard of them all, wielding magic that left no trace, going along with his cold reputation and secretive identity.
he could easily remedy the curse placed upon you with a snap! of his deadly fingers, but with the consequence that you still might not leave alive.
you look back up at the faltering, tarnished castle beginning to build up speed as it strode along.
it was now or never.
and so, with a running start and a leap of faith, you manage to clamber aboard the quickly taking-off oxidized clunker, clutching on to the door handle tightly before the wind practically shoves you inside, falling to the floor in a heap with a little, “oof!”
and when you look back up, rubbing your head with a wince, the enormity of the castle stretches before you, all glittering details that suggest riches, and antique, aged wooden furniture, cobwebs crowding near the top of the roof from the impossible vastness of it all.
slowly, you make it to your feet again, looking down all of the many stretching hallways for a sign of life, your steps clicking on the tiled floor ominously.
“hello? anyone here?” you call out, but to no avail.
eventually, your steps lead you to a small, tucked away room, filled with heaps of glinting trinkets and worn carpet that suggested someone had been here many times before.
there are bookshelves with dusty paperbacks piled atop them and shiny frames, but your interest was in the hefty bed shoved in the center, dipping under the weight of quilted blankets thrown lazily across it, and antique floral pillows that looked alike to a grandmother’s.
from the hours of walking that it had taken you to get here, your feet ached and your eyelids were already starting to droop from exhaustion.
all you needed was a nice sleep, and after evaluating your choices, your fatigue eventually wins as with a soft sigh, you shed your slightly muddied clothes into a pool on the floor, and trudge to the edge of the bed, lifting the heavy covers to slide in, your breathing slowing as you drift off, blissfully unaware of the warmth radiating from someone next to you.
darkness covers the room, so you don’t notice when you turn over on your side and press your soft tits against a moving, breathing body next to you, slinging your leg across him and drifting back off.
but he does, stirring awake with a sleepy murmur and tired, blue eyes blinking open only to freeze on your face, his cock hardening painfully in his pants instantly.
it couldn’t be..
you yawn sleepily, shifting closer only for your hand to drape itself directly across his lap,
fuck.
his eyes squeeze shut, breathing coming in soft, short pants as he tries to control himself.
this was so wrong, you were sleeping, completely unaware of..
your eyes flutter, and you groan as your hand curls around something hot, heavy, and pulsing, twitching beneath your touch frantically.
immediately, his face flushes a tinge pinker, eyes growing half-lidded and his breaths coming faster. wake up, wake up, wake up.
and then with a small yawn, your eyes blearily open to blink drowsily at your surroundings, startling only when they land on the pleading, blue eyed man next to you, hips unintentionally pushing up into your hand for more.
you scramble backward as your eyes land on where you’re tightly gripping him, gasping with surprise and already stumbling over an apology.
“i-i’m so sorry, i swear i didn’t know there was someone in here or i would’ve..”
but before you can stutter out another word, his mouth is on yours, and he’s kissing you hard, lips crashing onto yours a little uncertainly, as if he was lacking the experience, only making up for it in eagerness as he quickly finds the softness of your hip, pulling you closer and tugging your leg over him so the heat of your core is against him.
and then, as suddenly as he had been on you, he pulls back, face still shadowed and lined with the darkness of night as you gasp for breath from the intensity of it all.
you lean closer to him, causing your plushy tits to press up against his arm as your eyes struggle to adjust to the dark, only being able to see a faint outline of the man before you.
“i’m trying to control myself, but you’re making it a bit hard, sweetheart.” his voice is deep, slightly hoarse, and familiar all at once though you can’t quite place where you know him from.
you feel warmth pooling between your legs and lean forward, your hair tickling his face as you prop yourself up atop him.
“are you gojo? the wizard who eats the hearts of pretty girls?” you breathe out, rubbing your thighs together subtly.
he swallows thickly, lips parting slightly as his hand slowly makes its way to squeeze the soft, supple skin of your thighs as if grounding himself, his body feverish beneath yours as you feel his raging bulge poking into you with every small movement you make.
"s-something like that, although right now i'm thinking of eating something else.." his large hands skim slightly over your inner thighs, grazing the hot, gushing flood of wetness that had already begun to seep from your panties generously, one long thick finger curling slightly to press on your throbbing lil' clit like a button, your pink lips parting in a gasp as your eyes roll back immediately.
“y-you..” but your words immediately die in your throat as the bed dips and creaks as he rolls you over so he’s on top of you before pressing soft kisses all the way down your body, breathing out a soft, “s’this okay?” to which you quickly nod, already breathless for more.
and then he’s tugging your panties down in one swift motion, and exhaling sharply at the sight of your dripping cunt all laid bare before him, the feeling of the cool air grazing you making you squirm slightly.
two warm, large palms spanning across your waist hold you down as he nuzzles his head between your thighs, placing a chaste kiss to your pussy before pulling back, strings of arousal already attached to his lips.
“mmh.. so sweet.” he quickly buries himself between your legs, busying his mouth with lapping at you like a man starved, his tongue dipping into your honeyed cunt for more as the tip of his pert, button nose nudges against your clit.
“g-gojo!” you gasp out, your head falling back onto the pillows and back arching up helplessly as he uses hot, calculated sweeps of his tongue to stroke against you perfectly, slippery drool stringing sloppily between your legs.
“please..” he grunts, sucking your sensitive, twitchy bundle of nerves into his mouth before releasing with a sticky pop! “call me satoru.”
“satoru.. fuck!” you moan softly, body desperately curving up as you grind against his face for more friction which he lets out a pleased groan at, hands coming to your hips to rock you back and forth, suffocating himself in your warmth.
he quickly throws your legs over his broad shoulders, his head shaking side to side as he sticks out his tongue, gathering all of your honeyed slick with eagerness while you can only writhe and cling onto the snowy locks of his tousled hair tightly, tossing your head back with every loud moan he draws out of you.
it's only when you glance down that you notice the way his hips are desperately rutting against the creaking mattress, humping his throbbing, raging boner into the cushy bed for some form of relief as he eats you out vigorously, parting your sappy folds with his lengthy, dextrous tongue.
“castle gets lonely..” he mumbles into your pussy, the vibrations rocketing up your spine and causing a whine to get stuck in your throat as your stomach knots achingly tighter, the tang of your release on your tongue. “so m’so glad you decided to stop by..”
your eyes glassily cross, barely able to think or hear what he’s saying above the roar of blood crashing in your ears and your heavy breathing, hips twitching up into his mouth and thighs trembling as your stomach aches with the intensity of it all.
and then his whole mouth is covering your core, hot strings of spit mingling with your own sultry mess to streak down your thighs obscenely, and the stimulation turns out to be too much, as all at once your vision turns spotty and you're cumming hard, saturated shimmery squirt just gushing out of you as your body turns into a trembling, whining mess beneath him, sensitivity making your thighs clamp hard around his head.
and as he laps up every drop of your candied cunt, lips glossy and splotches of your sticky wetness pooling across his face, you can only shudder as he continues to suck and slurp at you, until you're desperately pushing him away, the tingling of overstimulation starting to settle over you in pulsing waves.
he sits back, out of breath and you see the slippery sheen of your essence dripping off his glistening chin in droplets, as he eyes you hungrily, like he hasn't had enough until he devours you whole.
he slowly makes his way back up to your face, your back hitting the plush mattress with a thump! as he pins you down, head lazing in a downward angle to draw your attention to the achingly painful, twitching bulge in his pants, sexy half-lidded blue eyes opening just wide enough for you to lock eye-contact.
blue? why did that remind you of someone..
but all of your thoughts are lost the second he's sliiiding his pants down and revealing the neatly trimmed, tufted white happy trail leading all the way to a massive, blushing pink cock, veiny and girthy with milky precum frosting out his tip so prettily.
his lip catches between his teeth as he wraps around himself with one hand, and begins to pull upward in rough-paced tugs, as his head lolls back, more stringy precum coming to gloss over his thickened mushroom head.
"you just gonna watch, or are ya gonna help me out here, doll?" he huskily drawls out, shuddering as you immediately spring to action, coming to straddle his lap in one fluid movement, desperately aligning yourself flush with his heavy cock and sinking down just on the chubbed, rounded tip with a grimace at how enormously big he was.
he makes a gruff noise, leaning back as he helps you to slowly work your way down onto his length, taking every thumping! veiny inch of him to meld into your hot, clenching walls, jaw falling slack at the pure effort it is just to fit him halfway.
"oh g-god, sweetheart.." he chokes out and you feel him pulsating and twitching faintly inside you as if he's fighting back the urge to cum right then and there, his hair flopping into his eyes as he rocks forward slightly.
and then, one thick finger is finding itself on your clit, gliding across the wetness just pouring out of you in sultry sheens as he guides you to take him, and almost instantly, your cunt greedily swallows him to the hilt, a faint bulge outlining his cock stretching all the way up past your belly button generously.
"good.. hah.. girl, taking me so well." he breathes out, and then his jittery lap is already bouncing you slowly, unable to wait another second as you feel his hefty length tracing sweltering hot strokes deep inside you, rolling his hips upward as he pants feverishly, a hand draping its way around your waist and pulling you closer.
drool pours down the side of your mouth helplessly as he moves you up and down on him, your pussy so stuffed and overspilling, it's almost obscene, though he seems to like it, cooing soft praises to you in encouragement.
"i betcha like this, yeah?" quickly grabbing ahold of your hips to get a better angle, he begins hitting into the cushy, soft spot of yours that always makes your legs weaken, smearing gooey precum from his bludgeony tip into you roughly, while the squelching between your legs grows louder, and more lewd with every thrust, the plap plap plap! of your sticky thighs ricocheting off his echoing throughout the vast castle.
he jolts his swollen head allll the way into your cervix, jackhammering with an urgency that leaves your mouth agape and tongue lolling as you feel your abdominals tighten, a familiar tautness creeping its way into your mind.
your pussy flutters around his length as his thrusts grow sloppy, and uncalculated, soft hair tickling you as he leans closer, his musky cinnamon-y scent infiltrating your every sense. "m' s'close my girl, i n-never.. hah.. thought this day would come." he shudders under your touch as you pause, bringing his face closer to truly examine it for the first time that night.
"wait- satoru?" and then, all the pieces come clicking together.
the magical man who had flown and twirled you around in the air was nothing other than the satoru gojo, owner of the infamous moving castle and the most powerful wizard of all time.
and it's then that he cums, spurting heaps n' heaps of creamy bucketloads of ribbony white. so much of it is pouring out, in fact, you swear your tummy swells up with it all, beginning to drip down your thighs in messy rivulets as gojo groans, unable to stop emptying himself heftily inside you.
your release follows just seconds later, as you soak his abdominals in your honeyed essence, slippery sheens coating him generously as he moans softly, still huffing from the effects of his own climax.
as you both come to, stars still blinking hazily behind your vision, you turn to him urgently. "g-gojo, the real reason i came here was 'cause.."
but he quickly shushes you, placing a finger on your pouty lips with a smirk curving up his features. "shh, baby i know, i know. you got a curse on ya, hm?"
you pause, taken aback. "how did you-"
he shakes his head. "in all truth, i was the one who sent her. i wanted to see you." he shifts himself to lean over you, bending your knees up to poke into your soft tits, grinning lazily down at you as he folds you into a mean, mating press. "and sweetheart, even if that love curse was real.. let's just say i already broke it, heh."
“h-hah baby.. fuck!” satoru throws his head back, hips arching upward as you bounce on his cock reverse cowgirl style.
he looved this position for a variety of reasons, mostly because of the way your ass would move, reaching out to squeeze a handful of the soft, supple globes and watching as your pussy greedily swallowed every inch, slamming up and down on him repeatedly, echoing smacks! of skin on skin filling the room.
you had been going for quite some time now, your hips never faltering as satoru feels his taut stomach grow even achingly knottier, each heaving breath an effort as his eyes fall half-lidded.
“s-slow down.. mmph!” he moans as you pause, only to roll and gyrate your hips, cock molding your gummy insides perfectly as his thickened tip hits deep into your cervix, dragging swelteringly hot strokes back n’ forth as the sensitive veins lining his dick thump thump!
“such a biiig stretch..” you toss him a look over your shoulder, eyelashes lowered and fluttering, and your cheeks flushed. “feels s’good ‘toru..”
he closes his eyes briefly, the coil in his stomach tightening as your sticky thighs and dripping cunt hover over him and raise yourself up and down, riding him into oblivion with a mischievous little smile.
you knew what you were doing.
his hands come to your hips, helping you to bounce faster, feeling your pussy clamp tight before spasming, a slutty little moan drifting out of your mouth as you cream all over his cock, drenching him in honeyed slick. “mmph.. cumming, cumming..!”
and as your cunt tightens and clenches hard around him, until every ridge and vein of his is contoured to your warm, plush walls, it’s all too much.
“baby..! get off! get off!”
satoru tries to warn you desperately of his furiously fast-approaching orgasm, his cock throbbing deep into you, as he tries to hold off and lift you off him, but you’re too far gone, coming down from your own climax with euphoria.
he screws his eyes shut tightly, trying to last but then you wriggle your hips, wedging him deeper, pussy squeezing like a vice and it’s over.
endless spurts of ribbons n’ ribbons of creamy white pulse into you as steadily, satoru’s grip on your hips pins you down on top of him while he fills you up, a milky white ring forming around his base as he sucks in gasping heaves of breath.
you shudder, your voice coming out in a whine. “s’toru are you.. cumming?”
his cock is still drooling stringy wads as his answer comes strained and breathless. “fuck.. m’sorry baby. i couldn’t.. pull out.”
TOJI FUSHIGURO
“please doll.. need you s’bad.” rough palms slide up your stomach to cup your breasts, toji’s veiny, thickened tip bumping your entrance as he leans over you, jagged scar on his lip coming to brush your cheek gruffly as he pleads with you.
“b-but we don’t have an.. ah.. condom!” you manage to breathe, your body betraying you as it squirms and tries to align itself with toji’s round, pulsing cock head, smearing the sloshing slick of your cunt back n’ forth with a hoarse grunt.
“i can pull out.. heh.” his already sweaty forehead is pressed to yours, head drooping downward as he sucks in feverish breath after feverish breath, hips slightly grinding against the plush softness of your tummy for relief.
your legs part slightly, revealing the beads of shimmery sheen dripping from between your thighs, your need palpable from the way your puffy clit twitches and throbs. “o-okay.. just please.”
he chuckles lowly at the sight, voice catching in a slight growl as he slots himself between, heavy jumping cock resting against you.
he splays a big hand across your stomach, just above your belly button, and you feel him start to push in, chubbed inch by inch. “gonna feel me all the way here..” he pushes down slightly on the growing bulge steadily sheathing itself deep inside you.
you moan out something caught between a whimper and a plead, and with one sharp thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, bludgeony tip prodding into your cervix and heavy balls smacking against your ass.
and he’s already moving, one hand coming to your throat, holding you down as he ravages you, shamelessly throwing his head back and grunting.
you had never felt him raw before, and your glassy eyes rolled back at how every delicious vein, curve, and ridge of his cock was plummeting inside you, shaping your insides to fit him perfectly.
“ohh.. so mm’ fucking tight..” he growls softly, slamming his hips roughly into you, grip bruising as he hits your cushy, sweet spot repeatedly, watching your face contort in drunken pleasure, lascivious drool pouring out of your slacken jaw. “feels even better without a.. hah.. piece of rubber in the way.”
thick digits wander down to your puffy bud, rubbing slow circles as you squirm, whining how close you are, before all of a sudden, you’re cumming hard, absolutely drenching toji’s muscular lower abdominals in your squirt, his nasty hips reeling back before suddenly pausing.
“did you jus’..” he shudders, hips twitching frantically as he begins to pull out, but he’s too slow as his sudden orgasm washes over him all at once, hot, sweltering gushes of seed that fill you to the very brim of your overstuffed cunt, so much pouring out in creamy sheens, it has your stomach bulging and sloshing with it all.
“toooji..” you whine, peering at how gooey wads of white dribble down your thighs messily, clearly not having pulled out.
and still cumming, he looks up at you sheepishly with glossy eyes.
"wan' be a pretty mama, doll? 'cause you just might be after this.."
KENTO NANAMI
nanami was a practical man, he worked hard at his office, he was sweet to you even during intimacy, his hands were always gentle and composed, and he definitely didn’t forget protection.
but that all went out the window the second you, his pretty wife came to visit him at his office, bringing along a special lunch you had cooked just for him, knowing how stressed and overworked your poor husband was.
and a few minutes later, with his sloppy hips pistoning in and out of you, and your tits pressed harshly against his desk with your cheek squished against his neatly stacked paperwork, it turned out he was hungry for something else..
“got all dolled up jus’ f’me?” he coos softly, slamming his reddened cock, blushing and beading pearly precum at the tip in n’ out roughly, your skirt and panties bunched up at your waist carelessly, visible to anyone who walks by kento’s office.
but he doesn’t seem to care, usually neatly trimmed blonde hair sticking to his forehead sweatily, plunging himself so deep into you, you swear you can feel him all the way in your throat, a dumb little fucked-out expression on your face as you cling onto the rattling desk for dear life, back arched so sluttily as his hands grasp tightly onto your hips, rolling you back n' forth onto his cock, you're surprised no one else hears the filthily wet noises echoing throughout the office.
“darling, i might have to pull out..” he sucks in gasping heaves of breath, brows knitting together almost painfully as he tries to hold off his oncoming orgasm, placing his hands on your hips gently to slide himself out of your gummy warmth, much to your dismay.
“w-wait, m’so closeee!” you whine, backing up steadily into him to suck in more of his fat cock. “just a lil’ longer, c’mon..”
and oh, who was nanami to say no to his darling wife?
with a winding tightness in his stomach, he fucks into you harder, hips slapping against you with every thrust, until you’re whining, messy tears spilling from your eyes as your scorching hot walls clamp so tight around him, he couldn’t pull out if he tried.
and then you’re cumming, your pussy drooling your saturated shimmery essence, and fluttering around nanami’s sensitive, twitching dick.
“honey.. ngh!”
and that’s all he can say, before he’s absolutely dumping loads n’ loads of sticky white seed into your clamping pussy, euphoria overtaking his senses as he drills his cock deeper, forcing you to take every last drop.
"fuck sweetheart!" he curses low as his hips snap ferally into yours, unable to stop the copious amounts of hot white cum he's endlessly spurting into you, your traitorous cunt milking him for all he's worth as you squeak in surprise.
"kentooo.." you watch his milky dredges drip! drip! drip! out of your messy, sloppy pussy, folds stickily glued together, as his hand comes almost reverently to push on the little bump in your stomach, watching in awe as all of his creamy ropes instantly gush out of you generously.
"sorry honey.." his voice is raspy, strained, but his eyes are heavy-lidded and filled with desire. "but this makes me think.. wan' have a baby?"
CHOSO KAMO
your plushy thighs sprawl apart under the frantically panting man above you, practically ripping your panties off as he nuzzles his cock between your thighs, humping softly with needy little tears pricking at his dark, fluttering lashes.
“i knooow i didn’t bring a condom..” he whines, thick leaky member pulsating steadily in between you, thickened mushroomy head ever so slightly bumping the entrance of your pussy as he pleads.
"buut i'll be good, swear! m'gonna.. hah.. pull out! please just let me.."
his dick nestles itself in between your sappy sticky folds, choso's hips rutting animalistically back n' forth between them, barely restraining himself from just plunging into your hot, gooey walls right then and there.
"s'okay cho.." you whisper, stroking through his messy black space buns and tugging slightly, causing a whine to leave his throat. "just fuck me."
instantly his hands are fumbling to wrap around your waist, as he sloowly pushes himself in, groaning at your tight clamping muscles of resistance as you squeeze around him tightly.
you had always used protection, so the feeling of him going in raw was completely unlike anything you'd ever felt before.
every throbbing vein, pulsing ridge, and his hot bulbous tip pressed directly into your cervix is magnified, making the room hot n' humid, choso's feverish forehead dropping onto yours with a pathetic little moan.
experimentally, he pulls out until only the tip is inside you before slamming himself back in harshly, the wet sound of skin on skin echoing as he quickly finds a pace, fucking you roughly, with your legs intertwined behind his back.
you moan softly as his hefty balls slap into your ass with every thrust, tits pressed against his sweaty bare chest only heightening your sensations until you're so close to cumming, you can taste it, your vision starting to blacken at the corners.
choso is close too, obviously not able to last very long with the feeling of your bare pussy wrapped around him like a vice, his grunts turning breathier and needier as he feels his stomach go taut.
and just as he's about to regretfully pull out of your warm, welcoming cunt, you squeal, legs tightening around his back and effectively trapping him as you gush all over his poor, sensitive cock, stringy drools of your slick running down all along your thighs messily.
"uungh..! baby! baby open your legs!" he tries to get out, but he's barely able to finish the last word before he's absolutely spurting heaps of buttery seed, unable to stop as he shudders, hips stuttering and bucking into you sloppily.
you have a cute little flushed look on your face as you come down from your high, staring at where you two are connected, and watching choso's hot, slithery ropes seep out of you steadily with a little giggle.
you shift, widening your legs as you press a kiss to his nose. "s'okay cho, i'm on the pill."
he lets out a shameless whimper, throwing his head back as his hips press further into you. "that's good 'cause m'still cumming.."
just thinking about bumpin' twitchy clits with shoko, bodies melding together perfectly as she has your plush thighs sprawled out, slotting herself in between with a soft smile and a whisper of, "so wet already, honey?"
you let off a whine, trying to hide your face, both sweltering hot pussies rubbing and glissading back n' forth in unison almost too much for you to take as the pulsing thumps! of your clits throbbing simultaneously makes you gulp down big, gasping heaves of breath.
shoko lets out a soft laugh, finger tipping your chin up, low hooded brown pupils dilated. "eyes on me, sugar. wanna watch you fall apart for me."
you moan, as the stickiness between you intensifies, the sloshing slick of sheeny, sensitive cunts gliding over each other making you breathless, each sloppy grind n' bump drawing you closer to the steep edge you were clinging to.
slippery mounds jostle together, thin strings of arousal connecting you in a lil' web each time you separate, the room filled with lewd squelching.
one of her fingers comes to pry your sticky legs apart, toying with your pulsating slit as she swirls the tip of her digit in your gleaming coating of arousal, lifting it to her glossed lips to suck off with a moan.
"s-so nasty, sho'.." you whimper, head falling back in breathless pleasure as you feel a familiar tautness coiling low in your tummy.
"ohh, you know you love it, sweets." she hums sultrily, leaning back as she pulls you closer until your clits pulse steadily together like two heartbeats a part of one body. "now c'mon, work for it, yeah?"
almost feverishly, you glide your slick pussy against her with an almost carnal desperation, gluey lips molding together. her soft, raspy breaths of encouragement urge you on, until your stomach is wound so painfully tight, you feel like you're gonna burst.
shoko's pussy slowly rubs against you in slow circles, as she coos into your ear. "cum for me, darling."
and you do, back arching and lips fallen slack, drool seeping from the corners as your mind goes blank, absolutely gushing pools n' pools of saturated syrup from your drooling cunt, shoko's own hot, tepid orgasm following as rivulets of her warmth surge against you in a torrent of overwhelming wetness.
it's all so hot, and humid, sweatily sheened bodies glowing from the aftershocks of pleasure, and as you lean back, shoko's warm, smokey breaths ghost over your lips before coming to press stickily against them.
you close your eyes, but then she separates, and you feel her soft body reaching over you, shuffling through a bedside drawer.
teaser ── after being forced into an arranged marriage, you're expected to have heirs, with a husband who hates you! will a honeymoon that leaves you stuck with him in a snowy cabin for a week filled with awkward moments and charged tension change that? or will it reveal the harsh reality of the cold, loveless marriage you've been forced into?
content ── fem!reader, angsty ending, spitting, degrading, rough fucking, hate sex, forced proximity, masturbation, fingering, breeding kink, oral (fem!recieving), teasing, pregnancy, mention of cheating, thigh fucking, pussy slapping, slight misogyny, name-calling, one bed troupe, accidental indecency, enemies-to-lovers
count ── 8k
PART I
heirs.
the word lingers in your mind as the banquet ends, as you walk out in your too-tight wedding dress, even as the carriage comes that was to take you to your honeymoon.
it wasn't fair.
they had never told you that this was expectation.
not only had the monarchy stolen your life, your future, your dreams, but now they were forcing you into a mother?
your face darkens, shadowed by the veil, as you walk beside your husband, the send-off for the honeymoon commencing.
"long live the king!"
"may the crown forever be bound upon your brows!"
"may god bless you with a fruitful womb!"
next to you, satoru's jaw tightens ever so slightly, his haunting silence, coupled with his formal white robes sweeping behind him giving him a ghost-like illusion.
you didn't know what he was thinking, but at least you knew he had been out of the loop too, judging by his cold expression.
from the sounds and looks everyone around you were giving however, you knew that they were assuming you were both just itching to rip off each other's clothes and consummate the marriage, but you didn't even know if you could stomach to look at him let alone touch him, and from the storm brewing in his cerulean blue eyes, glinting with something dangerous that warned not to be messed with, you sensed he felt much of the same.
you're snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of hoofbeats and a heavy, latched door creaking open halfway, revealing the mode of transportation you were to take.
and oh, was it a sight to behold.
fully decked out in lace, satiny curtains draping over the windows, it was painted a pinkish rose gold and pearly white hue, adorned with golden wheels that seemed to swell under the light of the fading twilight sky.
it was a love carriage, meant to bring feelings of romance and tension into the air, perfect for a couple heading to their honeymoon.
but unfortunately for you, however, this arrangement was anything but romantic.
the terse quietness between the two of you only thickens tenfold once the doors slam shut behind you, the loud clapping and cheering of the people watching you two abruptly cutting off as you're left alone together for the first time that night.
and for a long moment, no one speaks.
but just as you think you’re in the clear, starting to relax into the seat, you hear satoru's hollow voice, tinged with bitterness as he continues looking straight ahead. "did you know?"
you quickly turn to face him, shock creeping its way into your words. "how could i have known? i told you that i didn't want this either but you seem to believe it's all my fault."
“i never said that.” he says dryly.
you both lapse into silence once more, your hands curled into neat fists in your lap while satoru sits stiffly, back straight as a board.
the nerve of this man. for him to assume you wanted this marriage, that you wanted his kids, that you even wanted to be queen.
you shook slightly beside him, infuriated and wondering how you were ever going to get through this cursed honeymoon.
from the bits and pieces of this arrangement you had been made aware of, it was to take place in a distant, secluded cabin, decked out with a master suite and hot tub, in a mountainous taiga.
when you thought of an ideal honeymoon, you had always dreamed of going somewhere faraway and warm, a nice contrast to your own dreary kingdom with its blustery weather and snowcapped peaks. but that, along with everything else in your life, had been stolen from you, snatched out of your control and decided for you.
just like him.
you look over to satoru again, only to find him as far from you as possible, sulking while he stares out the window pointedly. his arms are folded across his silky white monarch robes, the contrast between his royal lineage and childish antics almost jolting.
finally, a couple hours later, you arrive at your secluded honeymoon estate: a big wooden framed cabin with high cobblestone chimneys, with a roof topped in powdery white, and heavy log walls awaiting you both.
the idea was to have a completely deserted, isolated cottage in the middle of the woods all to yourselves so you can focus on.. indulging in each other, and sealing the marriage forevermore so to speak.
and it was half working so far because the second the carriage set off again back the way it came, it was just you and satoru.
alone.
together.
"i.." you begin uncertainly, but he quickly interrupts, voice brisk and cold.
"you take the left side rooms, and i’ll remain on the right. over the duration of this week you are not to bother me, until i decide fit." he says crisply, before walking away from you toward the estate, his robes swishing behind him.
oh. so that was how it was going to be?
you stare after him for a moment, hurt creeping into your senses for a brief second before you shake it off. just when you had thought you two were finally getting to have an understanding of each other...
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ ── DAY ONE ── ۫ ׅ ✧ ⊰
on first sight, the cabin looks large, at least enough to fit two people and still be spacious, but the truth was the inside was tiny. cramped, even.
the second you enter, you’re instantly slapped in the face with the heady scent of loud, sensual perfume and rose petals making a pathway across the planked wooden floor.
irritatedly, satoru ducks his head through the doorway. he was too tall to even fit!
“well.” his gaze sweeps around, making mental notes of what your arrangements would be. “it seems to be.. smaller than i imagined.”
it was a three-room cabin to be exact, with a bed, a bathroom, and a cramped kitchen. the only saving grace was the bubbling, frothing hot tub outside with more rose petals decorating the top along with two flutes of champagne set beside it romantically.
“let’s see how big the bed is..” his broad frame disappears into the room, with you following suit as you take in the obnoxiously overdone romantic setting.
there’s candles, dimmed lights, the works. it was like they were begging you to fuck each other.
the bedroom was even worse.
a king size, with curtains draping over everything dramatically, it was a sight in itself, maroon red covers highlighting the seductiveness of the room.
“looks like we’re sharing a bed again.” you come behind him, trying to suppress the scorn in your voice unsuccessfully, watching as his shoulders tense in agitation.
“they told me it was bigger..” he mumbles, eyebrows furrowing with a scowl.
with a small sigh, you flop onto the bed, your overly exuberant wedding dress you were still wearing billowing around you, and lifting up slightly.
you didn’t realize how much however, until you hear satoru’s soft inhale of breath and look down to see your delicate lace garter exposed, wrapped on your plush thigh with a pretty white bow.
you had forgotten your wedding dressers had made you wear one for the purposes of tradition, and you had relented solely because of the fact you were certain that, garter or no garter, satoru would not touch you either way.
noticing his visible reaction, you can’t help the urge to sling your leg further upward to reveal more of your tantalizing skin, his eyes devouring every inch you offer him.
before you can go any further however, he reaches for you, warm calloused hands skimming across your skin, and igniting a fire low in your stomach as he pulls the poofy tulle of your skirt down to cover you again. his hands linger for a moment longer than necessary before he draws back, a firm little scowl gracing his pink lips.
“it's not ladylike to showcase yourself off like a slut, princess. didn’t your kingdom teach you that?”
he spits 'kingdom' out like a foul tasting word, not giving you the chance to respond before departing again, the bathroom door slamming closed behind him.
the second he leaves, you let out a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding, the ghost of his searing touch still fresh in your mind as you lay back against the covers, eyes wide.
later, as you're tucking yourself into bed after changing out of your stuffy wedding clothes, satoru finally reappears.
his hair is sticking up in wet little spikes, and he’s wearing a baggy shirt and sweatpants. leaning against the doorway with his hands folded across his chest, he's the epitome of effortless beauty.
"god, so eager to be in bed with me already, hm?" he tilts his head at you, sharp blue eyes boring into yours, his tone cruel and mocking.
you scoff, turning on your side to face away from him. "yeah, you wish."
he hums softly in disagreement, before the mattress dips under his weight as he slides in to bed next to you.
with all the lights off, and flickering candles casting the room in a warm glow, the moment becomes more intimate, the press of his body to your back causing you to become sleepy beneath the covers.
pathetic, you think to yourself ruefully.
you should hate the man for everything he had said and done, but all you seem to do is just let him have his way, complying like the good little wifey you’ve been reduced to.
but before you have time to further evaluate and let shame overwhelm you, you begin to drift off, the promise of dark surrender claiming you.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ ── DAY TWO ── ۫ ׅ ✧ ⊰
when you wake up in the morning, the bed is empty with nothing but rumpled sheets left in satoru's place, and after eating some breakfast, you decide now is as good a time as any to take some time to yourself, and try out the hot, new bubbling jacuzzi in all its glory, before he gets back.
luckily, along with the cottage you were staying at, clothes and swimsuits had been provided, curtesy of the royal family, and should be in the drawer right.. there!
"aha!" triumphantly, your fingers feel the stretchy elastic texture of a bathing suit, pulling it out only for your eyes to practically pop out of your head at the sight before you; a matching white tiny tube bikini top, paired with minuscule thong bottoms.
"no no.." you murmur under your breath, quickly rifling through the drawer for other options, but of course, that's the only bikini there is.
you sigh to yourself. naturally, your tits were going to be popping out of this top, and your ass would be exposed, but you would just have to make it work.
squeezing into it proved to be a bit of a challenge as they obviously hadn't taken your sizing into consideration, but you manage to do it with minimal cleavage being pushed up though more than you would like.
and finally, finally, you get inside the jacuzzi, the water steaming hot and bubbling, your head lolling back with pleasure as the jets do their work.
"ughh, this is just what i needed after.. satoru?"
you startle as you see the familiar white-haired man standing in front of you, widened azure eyes taking in the way you're sprawled in the hot tub, foam surrounding you in your skimpy little bikini and leaving practically nothing to the imagination.
instinctively, you slink down into the water, hoping he can't see you too well.
"can’t a girl enjoy herself alone? i’m trying out the jacuzzi."
his eyes rove over you intensely, expression unreadable. "your tits are out."
after a moment of silence where you clear your throat awkwardly and shift, he doesn't get the hint, brazenly going on. "hah.. but you knew that, right? you probably want me to look at you, yeah? show off those pretty breasts because they're all you have to offer.."
"oh just shut up! leave for god's sake!" you growl, teeth gritted so tight you're surprised they don't crack.
but instead of relenting, his brows furrow, as if contemplating something.
“hold on, i think i have a swimsuit too..”
that led to a few minutes later when a very shirtless satoru, wearing swim trunks that look a size too tight, slides in beside you.
you try to look anywhere but his muscular chest, but it proves difficult with the way his arms reach up around his head, biceps prominent and pale pink nipples tantalizingly close to your face.
instantly as he gets in, his shorts plaster themselves like a second skin to his muscular thighs, revealing a very big bulge straining against the fabric, the sight so erotic your cheeks flush as you look away.
he sighs softly while the steaming hot water laps around his body, tilting his head to look at you. “so about that swimsuit.. is skimpy the look you're going for, or do you enjoy whoring yourself out..?"
you wave him off with a scoff. “yeah, yeah. you're the one wearing speedos.”
satoru moves slightly at that, shifting into a manspread, with his hips lifting up and his cock so noticeably outlined, you can’t help it when naturally your eyes are drawn toward him, mouth going dry at his pure size. you only manage to tear yourself away when you hear his soft hum of amusement next to you.
"well clearly you like it, you dirty little slut."
guiltily, you glance up, about to stutter for a response when his eyes search yours, heat swirling in them for a second as his lips hover over yours.
just a little closer and..
“are your nipples always this hard or is it just for me?” smugly, he glowers at you and with a horrified glance down, you find he’s right, your nipples pebbled and standing at attention, almost see-through in your flimsy excuse of a swimsuit.
you quickly get up, water rolling off your sheened body, glaring daggers at satoru. screaming out a “shut up perv!” before disappearing back into the house, satoru watching your ass jiggle in the tiny microthong you had on with curved lips and a growing boner.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ ── DAY THREE ── ۫ ׅ ✧ ⊰
after yesterday’s disaster of a tranquil time in the jacuzzi, you decided today that you would take advantage of the wintry landscape you had become stranded in, and hike through the taiga trees alone.
it hadn’t seemed like a bad idea at first, it’d do you good to get out of the house and away from that royal pain-in-the ass, but now two miles in, frozen cold, shivering, and more than a little lost, the idea wasn’t as appealing.
"f-fuck.." you shudder, blowing on your hands and rubbing them together while peering around at the haze of trees, each so similar you can't tell if you've been walking in circles this whole time or not. "s-so c-cold.."
and then, just as you go to step, twigs cracking underfoot, your ankle twists, your heart dropping as you hear a snap! before pain washes over your entire leg, and you tumble down onto the icy ground, everything going black.
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when you regain consciousness again, you feel yourself being jerked and jostled around, still heavily disoriented.
you're moving, you realize, and someone is holding you, a toned chest radiating heat pressed firmly against you, along with arms looped underneath your legs, carrying you bridal style.
he huffs softly in your ear, and instantly, you recognize his breathing patterns from the nights you had spent in the same bed.
satoru.
for a second, you let yourself slump into his tight grip, your leg aching, and eyes half-closed, but then the hand he's using to support underneath your legs tightens, squeezing you, and you feel your breath stutter.
“i know you’re awake.”
dropping the act, you blink your eyes open to stare at his looming figure. how did he find you? when you hadn’t returned, had he been worried about.. you?
“don’t read too much into it.” he says gruffly, shifting you in his arms as he opens the door to the cabin, and carries you to the bedroom to lay you gently down.
“now where does it hurt?”
you sniffle, trying to sit up to show him, but quickly he pushes you back to lay down, his hand splaying across your chest and shoving roughly, the action almost provocative.
“words.”
“m-my ankle. i think i twisted it, and when i fell, i heard a snap.”
his gaze is focused on your foot, and he nods, before holding it up to examine.
“it doesn’t look broken. i’ll get some ice and wrap it, but it’s probably just a sprain.”
he stands up, but before he can leave, you grip onto his sleeve, stopping him. he looks back, eyes raking over your face.
“hey. thank you, for saving me.”
his eyes linger on your lips for a second before he turns back around. “it was nothing.”
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ ── DAY FOUR ── ۫ ׅ ✧ ⊰
with your sore ankle, you hadn’t been able to move around as much, and as a result, had been cooped up in the stuffy cabin with satoru, his habits getting increasingly more and more annoying as the hours went on.
"sa-toru! put the fuckin' toilet seat down, damnit!"
you hear his voice lilted with mockery as he calls back, "oh my, what a filthy mouth you’ve got on you.."
you want to slap him. you're going to slap him.
in an effort to calm yourself, and keep yourself occupied, you decide to take a bath, thinking the hot water will soothe your violent urges, and your achey ankle.
a few minutes pass, with you wallowing in tepid water, cold and wet, and with a frustrated groan, you get up, realizing this isn’t helping. silken droplets roll off you in beads, as you prepare to grab a towel when suddenly..
creeeeak!
"you wanna take a little longer? c’mon some of us gotta..”
satoru stops in his tracks, head poking through the door when he spots you, completely naked, your body dripping wet and glistening. his blue eyes immediately rake up n’ down, and you swear his pants grow bigger, heat rising to his cheeks.
“satoru! i’m.. get out!”
your hands fly to cover yourself, while he’s left checking you out shamelessly, practically drooling as he eyes you like a dog in heat.
“get! ouuuut!” you slam the door in his face before slumping down, staring in disbelief as your hands slowly fall to your sides.
oh. my. god.
this man really was going to kill you.
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you realized that in your marriage, you would have to see each other intimately eventually, especially now that you were expected to have heirs, but it was still so unexpected for him to barge in on you like that..
you cover your face with your hands in embarrassment at the memory as you lie in bed, waiting for satoru to come to your shared room, and poke fun at you.
but.. the moment never comes as seconds stretch into minutes and then to hours, and darkness steadily overtakes the room.
maybe he had finally decided to sleep on the couch..
huh. you turn over, eyes beginning to droop in the quietness of night. oh well. at least you had the bed to yourself!
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ ── DAY FIVE ── ۫ ׅ ✧ ⊰
two big, calloused hands come to your plush thighs, pushing them apart with a soft sigh, already fucked out just by the sight of your drenched pussy, glistening with strings of your slick arousal running down between your legs.
he murmurs something too low for you to hear, before two thick fingers come to glide over the slippery sheen of your cunt, causing your hips to buck up instinctively, the space between your thighs widening. he obediently lowers his head before nuzzling it between you, and staring up at you with big azure eyes that practically beg for you to let him eat your pussy.
“toru..” you manage to breathe out through small heaves, and that’s all it takes for his hot, slithery tongue to run up your folds before beginning to lap sloppily at your pulsing core, uncaring of the pools of spit and drool he’s leaving in his wake.
“hah.. s-shit, slow down..” you whine, eyes scrunched closed tightly at the foreign feeling, and building heat in your abdomen. no one had ever touched you like this before.
encouraged, his head presses further into you, soft mussed hair tickling you as his nose bumps your clit with every kitten lick on your throbbing nub, until you feel hot all over, and a weird sensation fluttering around in your stomach.
you feel satoru moan into you, hands coming to your hips to press you harder into his eager mouth as you grind your pussy sloppily on his face, chasing the feeling of the very tips of white pleasure starting to blacken the edges of your vision.
your walls clench as his tongue pushes in to you, before he pulls back, smacking his lips together and taking your puffy bud into his mouth and sucking hard, groaning out at your sweet candied taste.
your mouth drops open, a hoarse moan spilling out as your legs tighten around his head, and then you’re cumming harder than you ever have.
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you tear your covers off, body covered in a glistening sheen of sweat, and panting heavily, your panties absolutely soaked through.
a wet dream. you had just had a wet dream about satoru.
fuck.
you slowly swing your feet from the bed, placing them down gingerly on the creaking floorboards, praying he wasn’t up.
you needed to clean yourself up after the embarrassing mess you had just made, so you head to the bathroom, being as quiet as possible.
and just when you think you're in the clear, pushing the slightly ajar bathroom door to open wider..
plap! plap! plap!
satoru, in all his glory stands before the mirror, head tilted back and panting softly with his tongue lolling out of his mouth and a hand wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking himself off furiously.
and the first thing you think is that he’s huung. absolutely enormous, his reddened length twitching and oozing with sheens of glossy precum dripping all over his hand and down his wrist, veins thump thumping! an erratic tempo as you watch his throat bob in a swallow.
he must already be close, judging by the soft grunts he's letting out and the increasingly filthy noises his hot, pulsing member makes as his hips thrust in and out of his hand, fat cock just weeping with syrupy slick.
schlick! schlick!
in fact, he's juuust about to cum, his breath picking up speed as his thrusts get sloppier, squeezing his veiny base hard when you finally speak.
“satoru.”
that single breath of his name is all it takes to finally snap his attention toward where you’re staring at him, his cerulean eyes widening as his hand instantly stills.
but it’s too late.
his drooling slit is already gushing ribbons n' ribbons of hot, sweltering seed, oozing out in creamy little pulses as he shudders, trying to fight it even as his eyes roll back and his hips twitch pathetically.
his half-lidded eyes make their way over to you, and the sight of him is almost pornographic: muscular hulking frame with splatterings of cum pooling all over his abdominals, and seemingly endless spurts of his load continuously spilling out of the reddish divot on his thickened tip.
it's then that you're finally able to make yourself move, tearing yourself out of your trance as you slam the door hard, sprinting away to anywhere but where he is.
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you don’t see satoru for the whole rest of the day.
at least, not until it starts snowing, and snowing hard.
a blizzard, would be the only way to describe it, as flurries of icy white swirl around in frenzies, the snow on your door piling up inch by inch, until at least a foot blocks the doorway.
of course, satoru finally reappears right before the snowing worsens, and the weather condition becomes severe.
you swallow thickly, looking up at his impassable face, wondering what you're going to say to break the silent tension before suddenly..
BZZZT!
the lights flicker, before shutting off entirely, leaving you both in utter pitch-black with the snowfall steadily increasing outside, raging against your windows with growing intensity.
the electricity.
“shit..” you breathe, the darkness discombobulating you as you try to find yourself, hands waving around only to encounter something thick and hot, jumping beneath your touch, and an involuntary noise caught between a groan and a whimper leaving satoru’s mouth.
oh god.
“that was my-”
“yep got it..”
before he can say more, you start walking away, cheeks burning and glad that he at least couldn’t see your face in the dark.
you needed to fix the electricity before you could worry about satoru, and so you try to make your way toward where you knew the power box was located, stumbling and tripping as minimally as you could manage.
just as you think you’re about to make it though, your head knocks hard against someone else’s, practically rattling your teeth with the force of it.
“oh my god, try and be a little more careful, why don’t you? fuck.” comes a slightly raspy baritone, as familiar as it was infuriating.
“satoru? uungh ow..” you rub your head sorely for a few seconds, before starting to place your hands around to locate the circuit breaker.
“what do you think you're doing?” his hands brush yours for a second as he reaches across you to start fiddling with the panel you had just found.
“fixing our electricity, how about you?”
he chuckles, the sound condescending. “just back up, let me take care of this. it’s a man’s job after all. you probably don’t even know what a fuse looks like.”
your jaw drops open. “you misogynistic fucker. you’re saying that because i’m a woman, i can’t do it?”
“no, i’m saying that a prissy little bimbo like you can’t do it. that has nothing to do with women.” he opens the panel with ease, arms casually stretched around you as he works.
you’re practically shaking with anger now at his almost constant undermining remarks of your stature and capabilities. it was all getting to be too much.
unaware of your oncoming rage, his hand feels around inside before you hear the soft flick! of a switch, and the lights turn back on.
satoru turns to you, mouth smugly curved up as he mock-dusts his hands. “easy-peasy.”
you’re on him in a heartbeat, face inches from his as you curl your hand around the collar of his shirt, pushing him hard against the wiry boxes and circuits littering the walls. “why are you so determined to treat me like some commonplace whore who can’t even separate her right hand from her left? why can’t you treat me like a person? i’m your wife for god’s sake, you’re supposed to have heirs with me and lead this kingdom to prosperity at my side, and you can’t even let me flick a goddamn switch?!”
he pauses, and it surprises you when you feel his chest shaking beneath your palms, mouth wide and laughing, almost maniacally. “god. why does everyone keep talking about heirs?”
you swallow, watching him go on, giggling with hysterics, the sound almost chilling.
his head slowly falls back, looking at you then, crystalline eyes wide with something dangerous and rough glinting in his pupils.
“they want heirs, huh? let’s give it to them then, sweetheart.”
you gasp as in an instant, he has you against a table, flipping you effortlessly as his hot, pulsing cock presses up against your ass, his hips rolling forward with a small groan.
you can’t help the way you buck back into him, body begging for more as your breathing increases and your core pulses with need.
“you like that, huh? heh.. fighting so hard to say you’re not a whore yet you melt at the slightest touch..”
“oh s-shut up.” you grit out as his grinding increases, clearly getting more n’ more worked up by your arguing. “you’re the one who.. ah.. was jerking off.. ngh.”
he growls at that, forcing your head back with a sharp tug to your hair. “that’s just a natural physical form of release. was just a bit.. hnngh.. pent up, is all.”
you arch your back and tantalizingly begin to sway your ass against his throbbing boner, his head tipping back with a hoarse grunt. "you're sure it wasn't a coincidence that you just happened to see me naked before that?"
his hot breath huffs against you as he humps into you with fervor, grabby hands making their way to your hips to pull you harshly against him, forcing you to bend over more as his fat cock nestles into your clothed cunt. "j-just shut up, and take off your pants.."
without wasting another second, your fingers hook in the waistband, shoving them off you as you let clothing pool to the ground before shifting to widen your legs.
“fuck, you’re dripping princess..” he moans softly as his thick fingers come to dip inside your panties, smearing globs of your sloshing slick around.
you whine, trying to move yourself back into him for more but he quickly pulls his slender digits out, popping them into his mouth and sucking your essence off with a groan.
“oh c’mon, just fuck me already!” you pant, getting impatient as you curl your fists tightly around the edge of the table.
“stupid.. hah.. kingdom forcing me to marry a fuckin’ brat..”
you mewl then as you feel him coming to wedge his hot, weighty shaft pulsing and throbbing against you bare, his soft breaths becoming sharper in your ear as he slathers his oozing, slippery sheens of glossy precum on you.
“they wan’ a heir so bad, i’ll give ‘em a heir.. now, open those slutty legs..” he whispers roughly, sounding strained and desperate as his hand snakes between your thighs to part them enough to slide his cock in between, slowly fucking into your tantalizingly plush skin.
and then, you’re gasping for breath, your body feverish as his thickened, angry mushroom head is bumpin’ hard against your pussy, causing you to clench around nothing.
chuckling hoarsely, he grips his weeping length tightly before roughly slapping it against your cunt, again n’ again until you’re practically sobbing, “please, sa-toru! god, ngh.. put it in, put it in..!”
teasingly, he swipes his thickened cock head against your entrance, collecting your generous slick, before pushing juuust the tip in, enough for your walls to tighten harshly in an attempt to suck him in further but to no avail.
“you ready to give the crown a baby? yeah?” his hand comes to wrap tightly around your throat, almost choking you as he purrs into your ear. “gonna be all pregnant swollen up with my kid? these pretty tits filled with milk?”
for emphasis, his other hand roughly grabs at your breast, squeezing tightly, and making you cry out, bucking back into him.
"yes! just.. give it to me 'toru fuck!"
he snickers, and then, in one harsh, ruthless thrust, buries himself to the hilt deep inside you, until his tip is pressed up right against your cervix, and heavy, twitchy balls slap your ass with his sheer force.
your tight, gummy walls instantly clamp hard around him in welcome as you practically scream, clawing at the table desperately.
"yeahh sweetheart, milk me dry.. you want this fuckin' baby, don'tcha?" he reels back his hips, before harshly plowing into you, the slap! of skin against skin echoing as his brutal pace makes your mind go blank, eyes half-lidded and jaw slacken with drool seeping from the corners. you were already cock-drunk!
his nasty hips only grow rockier as you pant out a dazed, "toru.. hnngh!" and he quickly reaches a hand to pull back your head, tapping on your cheek meanly. "open."
you do, and his eyes flicker before he leans forward to spit a heavy wad of hot, pooling saliva into your awaiting mouth, watching with satisfaction as you swallow instinctively.
you feel his hands reach down, both of them curling around your stomach to hold you steady, as he heaves out a, "ohh-h, i'm.. ah.. allll the way in here."
his palm slides to your abdominals, just above your belly button, where the veiny outline of his girthy cock is barely visible, disappearing and reappearing obscenely with every punctuated thrust.
his curved dick hits directly into your cushy, sweet spot and you can't help but squeal, trying to both grind on him and move away from the huge, twitching member absolutely ruining your insides.
"stop.. hnngh.. squirming!" satoru's eyes are rolled all the way back in his head as he continues to hit even deeper into your poor, abused cunt, landing a sharp smack! on your twitchy clit, your pouty sheened lips opening in a small o'.
he rocks himself steadily into you, before you're sobbing out so brokenly, your tummy knotting tighter n' tighter until achingly you register the way you're cumming and cumming hard, so much slick gushing out of you, the force of it pushes satoru's cock back a few inches, small heaving gasps coming from you as your vision turns black and spotty.
he groans then, cerulean eyes peering so hazily at the messy sight laid before him as sloppily, his pace is increasing with an almost primal kind of need, his textured, washboard abs bumping against your back while he mashes his thickened tip into your cervix repeatedly.
and then, you feel him shudder behind you, dragging his hefty, swollen cock languidly deeper into your pulsating walls, as loads n' loads of sweltering hot, glossy white seed are oozing steadily into you, so much of it that it's pooling below you, your overspilling cunt gaping as it trickles down between your thighs.
"take it, take it all.." he's heaving out from behind you, hands coming to splay out on the table in front of you as he pushes his hips experimentally forward, watching the way more creamy filth instantly sloshes down your legs.
and then, he's spinning you around and lifting you by the hips to lay flat against the table, roughly shoving your legs up by your head, heavy cock still oh so hard and swollen inside of you.
growling a sultry, "damn kingdom wants me to fuck a baby into you so bad then that's what they're gonna get.."
⊱ ׅ ۫ ׅ✧ ── DAY SIX ── ۫ ׅ ✧ ⊰
the next morning, you wake up so sore and battered from the night before you can barely move.
after going for several rounds, satoru taking you in every position imaginable, you both had collapsed onto the bed in a tangled heap of arms and legs, your sweaty bodies molded together stickily, and now with morning sunlight filtering through the window to shine brightly onto your face, you open your hazy eyes to find satoru's face nuzzled into your neck, snoring softly.
because even after all that rough sex and hate-fucking as he spat on you, degraded you, and cooed at you mockingly while you struggled to take all of his monstrous cock on your own, he was still cuddled up to you like a sleepy puppy, his soft white hair tickling you as his arms wrap around you, holding you tighter.
"satoruu.." you poke his cheek, shifting in his arms.
he only lets out a small whine of protest before moving his pale freckled face away from you in irritation.
oh for fuck's sake. you manage to free both hands from where his heavy body has you pinned, before shoving on his chest as hard as you can.
thump!
he groans, cerulean blue eyes instantly opening to glare up at you as you peek over the edge of the bed at him.
"fuck was that for?" he demands, toned back and muscles rippling tantalizingly. he was still naked from last night.
you blink at him innocently, tender doe-eyed gaze growing even more sickly sweet. "need you to get up. i want a bath."
he grumbles, rubbing a hand over his face in annoyance. "yeah? why can't you do it yourself?"
you pout at him, glossy lips sticking out dramatically. "you were the one who made me all messy n' sticky! s' only fair!"
"well who said they wanted me to cum all over her t-"
he's cut off as a soft pillow comes sailing in the air toward him, hitting him straight in the head with a small "oomph!".
"shut up, and make me a bath." you say plainly.
he grabs you so quick you can only squeal as he stands and grips the soft skin of your hips tightly, pulling you toward him and pinning you while his mouth huffs above yours.
"wanna say that again? i don't take demands from naughty princesses like you." his eyes narrow, flickering with heat. "and what you did last night was naughty."
you try and push his broad frame off you, but when that doesn't work, decide to instead try another tactic. "yeah? help me remember, was it when i rode you just like this..?"
you make an effort to squirm and grind your body under him, adding a few overexaggerated moans for effect, watching as his eyes turn half-lidded, his breathing coming in faster pants.
"orrr was it when i sucked your cock so good, you were almost in tears..?" teasingly, you let your eyes roll back, mock-gagging while faintly bobbing your head.
he swallows thickly, and you look down to see his length, leaky and hard, pulsating to life right before you.
"oh oh! i know! was it when i.."
quickly, he slaps a hand over your mouth, groaning out a, "fuck just shut up!" before his mouth is on yours, and he's claiming your tongue in a hot, sloppy kiss, as his hands find their way dragging down your body lower n' lower until his heated kisses and rough touches are all you can remember, teasing and mocking long-forgotten.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ ── DAY SEVEN ── ۫ ׅ ✧ ⊰
today was the day that you both would return to the kingdom, escorted by horse-drawn carriages, and royal banners waving in the air, welcomed to the palace as official monarchs.
it was a big day, and you tucked your lip between your teeth nervously as you laced your corset up, fluffy tulle skirt sweeping around you.
after today, you would be queen of the gojo clan, forever dutiful to the throne up until the day you died.
you swallow thickly, making some last minute adjustments to yourself in the mirror when suddenly you feel a sharp, stinging smack! to your ass.
before you can react, satoru is already sidling up behind you, pressing his front flush against you, thick girthy outline prodded into your back as he whispers, “that dress is so tight on you.”
“toru, you pervert!” you wheel around, scowling firmly as you push him back, trying not to reveal how dizzy his touch makes you, watching him stumble back with mouth curved in a smirk, his eyes heavy and lustful.
“quickie before we go?” he steps forward again to close the distance, hand wrapping around your waist as his hips roll forward temptingly, causing you to suck in a breath, restraining yourself.
“no! they’re close, i can see the carriages in the distance!”
it was true. faintly outlined in the horizon, a whole army of royal steeds were quickly approaching, trumpets distantly playing with the stamp of the gojo clan drawn up high.
“fine.” he huffs, dragging you to him to spin you around and catch you in a dip. “how ‘bout a kiss?”
your eyes narrow on him suspiciously but you relent nonetheless, his glossy, candied lips crashing onto yours in a craze as he takes much more than a kiss from you.
he sucks your top lip into his mouth loudly, groaning softly at your taste before his tongue lewdly tangles with yours, pools of hot saliva mixing together.
in fact, you’re so caught up in him, you don’t even realize he’s moving you both until he slams you against the wall, one hefty thigh slotting its way between your legs to hold all of your weight, never breaking the kiss.
“toru.. mmph!” you try to break away to speak but he doesn’t let you, fervent mouth sliding against yours as he slowly lifts his leg higher, until he’s applying pressure directly to your pulsating core, an instinctive moan drifting its way out of your mouth.
you drag yourself along his thigh urgently, grinding back n’ forth and letting out small whimpers into his mouth, but suddenly, he stops, breaking the kiss with strings of saliva stretching between your lips as he peers at you, panting softly.
the moment turns more intimate as he hesitates, hand coming to caress your cheek almost softly, his eyes studying you with something you can’t quite decipher. “you know things are going to be different once we return to the kingdom, right?”
you hesitate. “different..?”
at the furrow that appears between your eyebrows, your eyes drifting to the fast-approaching carriage, he kisses you on the lips, this time softer, gentler, as if he’s apologizing for something you don’t know about, his hands drifting around your waist to press you firmer into him. “come, my queen.”
and with that, his hand comes to curl at the small of your back like he hadn't said anything, ushering you out the door and toward the carriages awaiting you, leaving your mind to spin with a complicated mess of emotions.
a few weeks go by following you and satoru's arrival to the kingdom, and you had slowly begun to see him less and less, as the demand for his presence steadily increases, his duties causing him to be away from the palace almost constantly.
and though you hated to admit it to yourself, the times he would come home, hurried and barely sparing you a glance before being rushed away, something different and unexpectedly warm would blossom up into your chest at the sight of him.
sometimes, he would sneak away to find you in your room, his eyes heated and low as he quickly pinned down your plush body, his chubbed cock already grinding against the softness of your stomach while he would kiss you tenderly like there wasn't anyone else in the world but you.
and, in the deep, achey recesses of your heart, that longed for something resembling affection without ever truly receiving it before, it felt like making love.
always by the time you woke up in the morning though, he'd be gone, nothing but rumpled sheets left in his place and the clinging scent of his cologne.
and as time passes, he appears less and less, until you never saw him at all, stuck lording over a lonely castle with nothing but the servants to keep you company, as even then your mind was clouded with thoughts of that familiar, infuriating smirk and enchanting blue eyes.
until one fateful day, it happened.
you had woken up, your head pounding and more than a little dizzy, feeling acid rush to your throat and fill your mouth, running to the toilet to gag over it, before slumping back down defeatedly.
you had been feeling sick lately, a little out of sorts with your body, and had also noticed how you were beginning to grow softer in some parts, more plush and chubby where you had once been less so.
and as you sat, with your head in your hands, leaned over the ceramic toilet bowl, you felt it.
a kick.
just barely, but you knew then, that you were with child.
you felt tears beginning to prick at your lashes, the joy of life setting in as you imagined how satoru would react, hoping that this would at least mean he could stay home more frequently, caring for you and cooing over your belly with a fatherly smile on his lips.
as soon as you're done cleaning yourself up in fact, putting on a sheer silk gossamer that showed off your tummy's newfound plumpness, you're already sending the servants off to retrieve satoru at once, sitting primly on the bed as you wait, with thoughts of his face when he found out already running through your head fondly.
finally, you hear the tell-tale creak of the door, and then rapid footsteps approaching as a slightly rumpled satoru appears, running his hands through messy white hair, looking as beautiful as ever.
“sorry, was busy.” his eyes dip down to what you’re wearing before flicking away, seeming almost distracted and out of it. “did you need something?”
you shift, smile slightly dimming. “yes, actually, i was just going to tell you.. well.. i’m expecting.”
he doesn’t even react to your words, nodding briskly like this was planned all along as he turns to leave again. “good, now that we have the heir, it’ll make a lot of things easier.”
he’s halfway out the door when you pull him back by the sleeve, eyes searching his.
“you aren’t going to stay with me?”
he sighs, turning back as if talking to a confused child. “of course not, i have kingly duties that need immediate attending. you will stay with the child, until its of an independent age to be comfortable on its own.”
your eyes narrow on him. “why are you treating this like a business transaction? i’m your wife, your queen, and i’m carrying your future child. don’t you care about that more than your kingdom?”
he rolls bored, blue eyes, the conversation obviously too dull for his tastes.
“i told you this was never going to be anything more than a marriage of convenience.” he moves to leave again, but you block the door, tears starting to brim in your eyes.
“so all of this meant nothing?”
he stares at you hard then, his next words ones you would repeat to yourself for the rest of your life. “it never was something to begin with.”
in a final attempt to get him to stay, you whisper hoarsely, “i-i love you, doesn’t that mean something?”
his cold, mountainous eyes that have never been more distant from you turn mean then, into something harsh, something angry. “you don’t get to fucking say that. not after everything you’ve done to ruin my life.”
you shove him slightly then, tears starting to spill down your cheeks. “what have i ever done to you besides be your wife?”
he looks away, swallowing angrily. “before you came along, i had a wife. a very pregnant wife. she wasn’t royalty but she was mine. and then my stupid father found out about us, and arranged a marriage immediately in place of her, to avoid scandal and protect the gojo clan name. bringing you.”
you can do nothing but stare, eyes wide as your body seems to cower before him. “w-what? you have another woman?”
he rubs a hand over his face in frustration at his inability to get through to you. “don’t you get it? you’re the other woman. this..”he gestures between you wildly. “.. is nothing more than publicity and a cover-up.”
you sniffle softly, as he roughly pushes past you to get out the door.
a/n: hiii, thank you for the req!! this inspired me, and you didn't specify which jjk man you wanted, so i decided to experiment with all of them and how they'd deal with a horny puppy hybrid gf!! hope u like!!
SATORU GOJO ── SNOW LEOPARD
leopard!satoru who whenever you're feeling hot n' heavy, is grinning impishly, unable to help teasing you as he manspreads, his thick muscly thighs bunching while his tail flicks languorously back and forth, watching with slitted eyes how your mouth waters, scenting out your dripping cunt easily.
"what's wrong baby?" he'll innocently tilt his head, noticing your frustration as he eyes the way your thighs rub together desperately, licking his lips in anticipation for your next move.
"i... i need you 'toru." you breathe out, puppy eyes wide and desperate, your panting turning fervent.
leopard!satoru who knows what's coming by the way your little tail is wagging eagerly and the smell of your arousal only grows thicker, straddling his big lap in one graceful movement.
you gaze up at him, rounded doe eyes locked on his as you coax him through it, freeing his pretty cock from his pants, and beginning to bounce on him, riding with a feral need as you cover his face in puppy licks.
he'll whine and whimper shamelessly, throwing his head back as your hips never falter, pleasure thrumming through him and tipping him closer n' closer to the edge.
leopard!satoru who cries when he cums, small hiccuping sobs with tears streaming down his face, you eagerly lapping them up while hushing and praising him for "being such a good boy".
his veiny girth will only seem to swell at your words, growing bigger n' thicker inside you, and prodding all your sensitive spots easily, your high quickly approaching as you arch your back and moan loudly at the obscene, squelching between your legs, and how dirty it all feels.
in fact, when you go into your puppy heat, it's almost impossible to get you to stop once you've become intimate, your libido heightened and pussy always pulsing and needy for more, so as a result, you and satoru always end up going at it for hours on end.
leopard!satoru who you're on the verge of overstimulating, big glassy tears pricking in his azure eyes while being on his umpteenth orgasm.
"b-baby.. hah.. s-slow down, y'er so eager, fuck!"
underneath you, your powerful hybrid with his rippling spotted coat and lashing tail was rendered nothing but a whining squirmy mess, his jaw slacken with pools 'n pools of hot drool pouring out as his sharp fangs gleam, ears perked up and whiskers twitching to signify his oncoming orgasm.
leopard!satoru whose ears are incredibly sensitive, and as you tug on them, stroking the fur softly, can only whimper before he's cumming, and cumming hard, gushing sticky white ribbons n' ribbons of cum deep into your stomach, filling you endlessly while his big chest heaves up and down, purring in content.
TOJI FUSHIGURO ── WOLF
wolf!toji who is so big and buff, with his broad chest and rippling pectorals, that when you're ovulating on your puppy cycle, you truly cannot resist him, clambering and pressing yourself against him with small whines.
"now now, pup.." his deep, baritone rumble sounds as his big palms roughly cup your tits, causing you to mewl with need. "what's the magic word?"
“pleasee..” you beg, shuddering as he begins to lay you down, sharp claws digging into your wrists as you writhe eagerly, trying to push your desperate hips upward.
he growls at your squirming, leaning forward to bite at your neck, before laving his thick, wet tongue over the mark, fluffy cheek tickling you.
and finally, you feel his girthy cock, veins thumping erratically and thickened, smearing tip tapping on your entrance, his smug smirk plastered to his face as he observes how your eyes roll back at the simple gesture.
“open.” he demands, and you obey, watching as he leans over you, letting a warm glob of spit drop into your mouth, and distracting you as in one motion, he buries himself inside you to the hilt.
you squeal, and he clamps a hand over your mouth, shushing you while beginning to rock his hips back n’ forth and back n’ forth.
his hips are absolutely killer, as he brutally plows into you, marking every inch of you as his, your hands desperately digging into anything you can reach while he has your ankles up to your ears, folding you in such a nasty mating press.
his reddened mushroomy tip repeatedly bumps your g-spot, coiling your stomach tighter and tighter until you’re panting as the smack! of his hips into skin echoes.
in fact, his monstrous wolf hybrid cock is so big, so swollen, that with every harsh thrust, it gives you a stomach bulge, the obscene outline of his veiny shaft and feel of his hefty balls slapping your ass making you cum, screaming his name as you cream all over his cock.
he only relents after he’s ravished you in every position, and made you cum on his fingers, his mouth, and most importantly, his cock, satiating your little puppy needs.. for now.
KENTO NANAMI ── BEAR
bear!nanami can smell when you're going into a heat, so he practically knows it before you do.
"awh, is m'pretty girl horny?" he'll coo, laying you down on your back while his big fuzzy snout comes to sniff curiously between your legs, tickling you as you squeal.
he noses apart your thighs, big beefy arms holding you pinned in place to the bed as he slooowly starts to lap his wet, long muscle against the dampness of your panties, small round ears twitching with excitement at the small moans you let out.
bear!nanami is hefty and a bit chubby with a soft belly but still very muscular. when he lays on top of you, you can barely breathe but instead of fear overtaking you, you seem to like it, snuggling up as close as possible to your warm hybrid and licking anywhere you can reach in gratitude.
but now, it was his turn to make you nice and cozy, and satisfy the aching need you felt when you were on your cycle.
"lemme taste you.." he mumbles, squishing your knees up to your plump breasts as he pulls your panties to the side, drooling strings of arousal connecting you together, and fully buries his face deep into your weeping cunt.
you yelp, tail thrashing behind you but no match for bear!nanami's pure size as he determinedly holds you down while eating you out, hot slithery tongue lapping your honeyed juices while the tip of his wet, black nose presses on your clit, stimulating you even more.
huskily, he groans between your thighs pressing his face impossibly deeper as he makes out with your slobbering pussy, gathering every dewy slickened slosh! of essence pouring out with grateful little sighs and mwahs! of his sticky lips against your entrance.
"ken' m’so.. hah.. close.." you keen lowly, whimpering as the coil in your tummy grows tighter n' tighter, threatening to snap with every breath.
"i know, puppy.." he whispers, not stopping in his slurping as one big paw comes to splay out against your tummy. “just hold on f’me for a lil’ bit longer..”
you whimper, your legs closing tight around his head as you shudder, moving your hips until you’re practically dragging your cunt across his face, smearing translucent slick all over him.
bear!nanami who is tracing circles on you with his tongue, licking every drop of your candied essence until you’re whining to cum, begging in a small voice; “ken.. hah.. please please please!”
bear!nanami who murmurs out a “cum baby. allll on my tongue, cum for me,” before adding a single chubbed finger to your greedy pussy, curling deep inside your gummy walls.
and oh, you do, babbling his name like a prayer as your orgasm races through you all at once, soaking his lower chin in your glossy sheen, his resounding groan of approval rumbling through you.
bear!nanami loooves when you're in heat, because it means you'll go for round after round, and he can lap at your little pussy, making you cum for hours.
RYŌMEN SUKUNA ── TIGER
tiger!sukuna is instantly able to tell when you're in a rut, because of the way you're always on top of him pressing your puppy face into his chest and whimpering as you hump his plush belly, while snaking a hand downward to feel his chubbed cock, stroking at it with no particular rhyme or reason.
"tch pup, so pathetic." he'll rumble at you, but still allowing you to continue your desperate attempts to get the two of you off, soft little growls leaving him as your hand tightens or your finger presses particularly hard on his leaking slit, oozing pools of pearlescent precum all down your wrist.
you whine, grinding harder as the heat in your belly increases, slickness pooling in your panties with every passing second.
but just when you're about to relieve your poor, needy pussy, he stops you, pushing you backward roughly while pinning your wrists high above your head.
you protest, yelping softly as you wriggle in his grip, but he simply leers over you, sharp canines glinting as he settles against you.
"aww, calm down you'll get to cum little puppy." he sneers, watching you gulp as he finally frees his massive cock, twitching between his legs, reddish divot smearing gooey white across his striped tummy.
"just lemme have my fun first.."
tiger!sukuna who will spare you no mercy, hips thwacking! into you ferociously while his slacken maw hangs open, spit dribbling into your awaiting mouth.
his cock is heavy between your legs, and hits deep into your walls, bruising your cervix and french kissing your g-spot with every punctuated thrust.
his tail will wrap around you tightly, keeping you in place for him while he repeatedly rams into you, thickened mushroomy head bumping so hard it has you seeing stars, while drool, tears, and cum pool underneath your limp body, as he coaxes you from one orgasm to the next, never faltering as he fills you to the brim with endless spurts of milky white seed, until your tummy is sloshing with it.
tiger!sukuna who when he cums, cums hard and cums long. his orgasms seem to stretch on for minutes, each gushing so much, it overspills out of your poor, stuffed cunt while he curses low, rocking his hips steadily as he rides it out, creamy white pouring out of you as you cling to him with soft whimpers.
he's so rough with you in bed, but you know he'll take care of you later, gently cleaning you up with his tongue before tucking you in cozily to his chest and purring soundly.
SUGURU GETO ── PANTHER
it's a well known fact that panthers have an excellent sense of smell.
and panther!geto, sprawled out and watching you with slitted eyes as his tail flicks back n' forth lazily was no different, keenly aware as your cheeks flush with heat, thighs rubbing together for more friction when you glance over at him every so often.
finally he rumbles out a sultry, "something on your mind, darl'?"
you turn to him, swallowing thickly, sweltering and feverish. "i-i don't know, i feel hot all over an'.."
your breath is short and ragged, and the look you give him is one of pure carnal need.
he smirks slyly in response, flicking his tail over his spread legs, bulge printed clearly through his sweatpants to beckon you closer.
you're panting at this point, unsure how much more teasing you can take, but before you get any closer, he lunges for you, pinning you down with his tail wrapped tightly around your upper thigh, the fur just barely brushing your core.
"legs up." his words are a slow purr, and he watches with amusement as you obey instantly, gasping fervently as you urge him closer to you, pawing at his thick cock.
he simply laughs as you pull out his enormous throbbing member, the tip a darkish red hue and so big you can hardly fit your hand around it.
"want me to fuck you? yeah?" he encourages as he watches your eager head nodding along. "hard and fast? heh.. such a slut."
true to his word however, he pushes your legs up high, slotting himself in between, heavy length resting against your thigh.
he gives himself a few strokes, luscious black hair hanging over your head as you watch impatiently, already trying to squirm and align your hips with his.
"alright, ready?" he exhales while starting to push in slowly, thick inches stretching your tight pussy, even as your walls clamp and suck him in for more.
hiking your legs up higher with his big hands, they're practically by your ears as he starts to mount you, rolling his hips in n' out with precision.
"mmph.. so tighttt baby, you're killing me." he groans when you tug on his hair softly; his sensitive scalp has always been his weakness, and as a result, his thrusts grow sharper, deeper, hitting directly into your cushy sweet spot.
you cry out and moan, nails digging in sharply to his back as he huffs curses into your ear, angling himself juust right to push up against your cervix, rough palm coming down to smack! on your sensitive, puffy clit.
you squeal, and he bites down on your tender, floppy puppy ears, your stomach growing taut, and your release so close you can practically taste it.
"don't cum yet, doll, not 'till i tell you.." he hoarsely moans out, skin meeting skin with echoing thwacks!
you quickly whine in protest, wriggling your hips as you try to hold off and obey him like a good puppy, but knowing with a few more seconds, you weren't going to be able to stop yourself from coming undone.
urgently, you jerk and twist, trying to push him off, but he simply chuckles, thinking you're playing rough.
"stop moving, and take this fucking cock, baby." he whispers out, voice low and breathy as he thrusts his thick inches in you particularly harshly for emphasis, blunt tip ramming so hard into your sweet spot, you're dazed for a second before you realize you're cumming.
your vision turns white and spotty, and your legs twitch weakly beside you as you squirt, absolutely drenching his abdomen and pelvis in your shimmery slick, saturated and pouring out of you in gushes.
he pauses for a second, taken aback as his eyes survey your quivering form.
"oh? did i say you could cum yet?" he chuckles, the sound low and menacing, and your blood runs cold. "let's see if you're still so eager after ten more.."
in fact, when dilf!nanami heard you were expecting girl twins, he was already ordering the matching pink strollers and cribs and little newborn baby onesies.
dilf!nanami who throughout your entire pregnancy, was plastered to your side, making sure your every need was meet, and constantly with a hand on your tummy, feeling for the little baby kicks.
dilf!nanami who when the babies were first born, was with you every step of the way, getting up out of bed at three in the morning if it meant his tired wife could get a few extra hours of sleep, feeding bottles to both of them if your breasts were too sore, rocking them in his big beefy arms and whispering how “daddy’s here”, and even strapping them to his chest in baby slings while he ran errands.
dilf!nanami who you can find cooing at your baby girls, making them giggle as he bounces them on his lap, blowing raspberries on their tummies and tickling them as he keeps them entertained for you.
and not only is dilf!nanami the best father, but he’s also the best husband.
dilf!nanami who after tucking in the babies to bed, tiptoes away to your bedroom.
because while he has to make sure the babies are tended to, he also needs to tend to his baby.
dilf!nanami who takes quick strides to your shared bedroom, wasting no time in sprawling his buff frame over you, pinning you easily down as he huffs hoarsely in your ear, “kids are asleep” while his bulge presses into your soft tummy.
dilf!nanami who is already half-hard at just seeing your chubbed belly and plush hips, your post-pregnancy body was just so tantalizing to him.
dilf!nanami whose hands roam your body with a desperate kind of need, squeezing and kneading tenderly as he places kisses all along your neck and jaw.
dilf!nanami who grunts lowly as your grabby hands reach for his cock, hastily pulling down his boxers until his length slaps against his stomach, spilling pearlescent beads of oozing precum across himself.
dilf!nanami who is huuung, swollen balls and thickened base all leading up to a perfectly symmetrical cock, the tip flushed an angry red and twitching wildly at your gaze.
dilf!nanami who quickly hooks a finger into your panties, shoving them aside before lining himself up, so heavy between your legs you can't help the small moan of anticipation you let out, wriggling your hips up impatiently.
dilf!nanami who only chuckles at his wife's eagerness, too quick to oblige as he begins to push in, past that first tight ring of muscle while you suck him in deeper.
dilf!nanami who groans at the greediness of your slobbering pussy, already trying to milk him for all he's worth as you clamp on tight around him.
"f-fuck, m'.. hah.. gonna cum if you don't stop sucking me in like that sweetie."
dilf!nanami who begins to roll his hips forward, filling you up inch by inch as your moans slur together, tongue lolling out dumbly.
he was just so big, you couldn't help it if you were already cock-drunk!
dilf!nanami who watches as your eyes roll back in your head when he starts up a mean pace, hips snapping into yours ferally while your spit-glossed lips hang open helplessly.
dilf!nanami whose hand comes down between your legs to stroke your twitching clit, the cool metal of his silver wedding band making you jolt with pleasure as you squirm under him.
dilf!nanami's baritone rumble of your name brings you back, as he suddenly throws your legs over his broad-framed shoulders, candied pink lips crashing onto yours in a craze as he folds you into a nasty mating press.
"wan' .. hah.. make ya a pretty mama again.."
"what?" you're gasping for breath, eyelashes fluttering as a familiar coiling heat begins to pool low in your tummy, winding closer with every harsh smack! of his hips into yours.
"can you do that f'me, my love?" dilf!nanami's words have begun to slur, eyes glossy as his throat bobs, pushing your legs up higher 'n higher. "have my babies again?"
drool has begun to seep out of the corners of your lips and with a mindless nod, you find dilf!nanami's hips bucking sloppily as he gets closer.
"say it."
you feel your tummy knotting achingly tight and with a hoarse cry you practically scream out, "k-ken' make me a mommy again! please!" before you're cumming, and cumming hard, creaming all over his cock until it's forming a little ring at his base.
dilf!nanami who is cumming seconds after you, your filthy words sending him over the edge with a soft groan as ribbons 'n' ribbons of hot, milky cum are shooting into you, filling you endlessly up until you're clawing at his back and crying with how stuffed you feel.
dilf!nanami who shudders and jerks over you, whispering small praises as the last wispy remnants of his seed empty into you, fingers coming to stuff the glossy dredges beginning to seep out of your ruined pussy back in.
you hiccup softly, whilst dilf!nanami shushes and coos at you to take it all, lovingly stroking your cheek and placing small kisses on your face while you recover.
dilf!nanami who after giving you a couple more orgasms and tiring you out, hears the babies begin to wail from the other room, tucking you in snugly before whispering “i’ll do it, you get some rest my pretty mama..”
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ ─── BOUND BY VOWS, TORN BY DESIRE ─── ۫ ׅ ✧ ⊰
pairing ── satoru gojo x reader
teaser ── your kingdoms have been at war for what seems the longest time, ancient ancestors dating back bloodlines never ceasing in their feud. but now, with the upcoming of a new age, and a desperate need for heirs with an old, dying king on the throne, you are forced to resolve and seal the peace by marrying prince satoru, of an opposing nation.
content ── fluff, slow burn, heavy angst, eventual smut, royal!au, forced proximity, arranged marriage, one bed troupe, mommy issues, jealousy, historic!au, language, mention of drinking, kissing
count ── 5k
author’s note ── thank you to everyone who voted for this series!! this is going to be a multi part story, and i hope to continue if it does well, also i think i’m going to make more series’ down the line because this was fun :)
in two days you were to marry prince satoru.
it was at the crux of the two kingdoms' warring, and father was weak and desperate in those times.
your mother had grown unusually cruel, even more so than usual, her voice sharp and reprimanding, put under pressure by the ongoing conflict that never seemed to be getting better.
you were heartbroken when they told you, but not surprised. you had hoped you would get to choose your own partner to spend the rest of your life with, but it seems cruel fate had other plans.
you had tried to reason with your mother to get out of it, that there were other ways to resolve a war other than sending off your daughter to be married to an unknown man from another kingdom, but she was having none of it.
it was really a matter of convenience. a way to set up a peace treaty, arrange a marriage, and combine two impossibly rich kingdoms? you had known your parents long enough to know they never loved in the way they were supposed to, always king and queen before mother and father, and that they’d take this opportunity in a heartbeat, no matter the cost.
you hadn’t however, known how soon everything would progress, until days later when you received an invitation in the mail, unsigned, and enclosed in a thick brown envelope, complete with the royal seal stamped pristinely on the front.
we hereby invite you to the royal marriage of… it read in rich gold lettering, looping cursive filling the page. little illustrations litter the margins, and a single grainy folded-up picture flutters out upon its opening.
when you unfurl it, it reveals the man you were to marry.
prince satoru gojo, in all his glory, wearing a pristine white and gold suit, a coy smile curving his lips, and soft, cloudy white hair fluffed up, a sword at his hip and azure blue eyes boring into yours.
for a second all you can do is stare, taken aback by his beauty.
you had heard of how gorgeous the prince was, being the talk of almost every woman in the kingdom for his good looks and charm, but you had never seen him up until now.
he was drop-dead ravishing. the kind of beauty one saw only in dreams.
“i see you’ve received the invitation.”
your mother’s calculated voice.
you quickly wheel around, her eyes fixed on you coolly. “we’ve gotten word to head to the gojo clan estate now. they will receive you there.”
“but..” you start, hoping against hope that maybe you could get through to her, and beg her not to send you off.
“please don’t disappoint us.” she eyes you disdainfully. “this arrangement means a lot for our kingdom, and it’d do you well to start thinking about what’s best for your disciples rather than your own wants.”
you stare at her. was she calling you selfish for not wanting to wed a man you had never met?
suddenly, the heavy hoofbeats of a horse-drawn carriage breaks the silent tension stretching between you two, a graceful steady gait of horses coming toward you causing you to quickly turn back to your mom, eyes pleading.
“please.. don’t make me.”
in your wildest dreams, her eyes soften and she looks at you with something different then, something resembling love, before scooping you up into her arms and kissing you on the forehead like a mother would, calling you her precious only daughter, and promising to never send you off, and what was she thinking, before calling off the wedding completely.
but instead, she stares at you, detached as if you were nothing more than a pawn in her intricate chessboard of royalty, your worth determined only by what you could provide for the kingdom.
the carriage comes to a halt in front of you, horses snorting and whinnying as you stare back at the face that looks so much like your own, only lacking the empathy you had always longed for.
“get in the carriage.” she says simply.
and realizing she’s not going to change her mind, you study her face for the last time, as if committing it to memory, that same stony unchanging expression that had been with you all through your childhood, before opening the door, and looking ahead, eyes hollow.
maybe this new husband wouldn’t be that bad, after all.
after a few hours of the carriage lurching and bumping along cobblestone trodden pathways, your head craning to look out from the slightly drawn curtains, you make it.
and just as you imagined, prince satoru's estate is big.
in fact, big didn’t even begin to describe it, with towering iron-wrought gates, and a winding driveway all leading up to a fairy-tale like palace.
statues of noble figures stand tall, outlined against its magnificence, and the castle itself is a rich ivory color, accented with shimmers of golden turrets reaching up into the sky, their tips brushing the clouds themselves.
quickly, you are ushered out, the carriage door held open for you by the coachman, and before you get a chance to take in the elegant grounds of the estate, royal servants are already waiting to greet you, all polite smiles as they advise you to follow them inside.
on the way, they tell you that you were to be properly welcomed to the gojo clan before tomorrow's highly anticipated ceremony, in the form of meeting the king and queen in charge, along with your husband to-be.
you take the chance to glance around, taking in all your surroundings, everything ancient and wooden, with small adornings of mythological figures decorating the walls along with paintings dating back to centuries-old wars, history written all across the panelling prominently.
finally, the royal attendants come to a stop in front of a long-winding corridor, leading all the way down toward an ornate wooden door, its magnificent size amongst the others causing it to stand out notably.
"this is master gojo's suite, and where you will be staying with him for the rest of your time here." says the servant nearest to you, beginning to back up slowly, the others in tow. "the king has asked that you meet with him beforehand, so you two can become acquainted. we shall leave you to it."
and with a final bow of his head, he's gone, leaving you to stand in front of the intimidating mahogany door, its broad outline almost menacing in the dimness of the passageway.
as you make your way to it, you push on it hesitantly, only to be met with resistance as it groans in protest, unwilling to budge.
you try the door handle. locked.
you look up again. you know this is the right door. so why isn't it..?
it opens so suddenly, you with all your weight resting on its frame can't stop yourself. you immediately topple over, letting out a soft oof! of surprise as you crash into something warm yet solid, your body pressing hard against it.
budging.
regaining yourself, you can't help but feel the flexing muscle under your palms, looking down to see a man's chest, his quick exhale of breath making you retract immediately.
and looking up, you're met with the sight of none other than soft white hair and blue eyes coming to blink hazily at you.
a vaguely familiar smirk curving his lips as he sets sights on you.
the man in the picture.
your husband to-be.
satoru.
"hello wifey.." he drawls out, tone almost mocking as he stares down at you, dressed in traditional heavy white robes. "i take it you're excited for the marriage?"
pointedly, his eyes fix on where your other hand is dangerously close to gripping his... lower half, so to speak.
flustered, you instantly step back, face blushing immensely. "m-my apologies my lord, i didn't mean to be so forward. i was sent here to meet you before the meeting, and.."
you notice his teasing grin seems to drop for a moment, eyes searching the halls for signs of life. once he knows you two are the only ones, his expression hardens, blue eyes becoming unreadable.
you were alone together.
"lets get one thing straight, princess. you're here to fulfill your role, nothing more, nothing less. i don't care for pleasantries. there's no reason for us to pretend we're anything other than strangers bound by a marriage of convenience."
you try to back away, eyes wide as you make a small involuntary noise in the back of your throat, but he doesn’t let you, coming closer.
"we'll carry out the duties expected of us, and that's all." he continues. "do what is necessary, but don't make the mistake of thinking i'm interested in anything beyond that."
you bristle slightly at his words. "oh, you think i want this? you think i want to be married to you? in a foreign enemy kingdom i don’t even know? because i don't! but there's no way of getting out of it, so why can't you at least afford to be nice?"
he scoffs. "nice? you and your kingdom have ruined my life! you've robbed me of any chance i had at making my own life choices, and i'm supposed to be "nice?"
"why are you acting like i made this marriage? it's not my fault! that's the whole point of an arranged marriage, it's arranged for you!" you don't even realize you're raising your voice until your words begin to echo off the vast walls, bouncing around you tersely. "and if i had, i certainly wouldn't have picked an asshole such as yourself.”
he steps closer, tilting his head at you. “careful what you say about your husband, sweetheart. or you just might get yourself in trouble.”
you know you should stop before you escalate things, but you can’t help it, jutting your lip out at him in a mocking pout. “yeah? make me then.”
in a heartbeat, he has you pinned against the wall behind you, one thigh holding up your weight as the warmth of his bulky frame surrounds you, cerulean blue eyes raking across your face steadily.
you let out a small gasp of surprise, but quickly recover, eyes narrowing on him fiercely.
he leans ever so slightly closer, crowding your space completely as his loud, sultry patchouli cologne surrounds you, alluring and familiar all at once.
his breath ghosting over your lips, is warm and cinnamon-y, as he stares down at you, eyes lidded and just daring you to defy him again.
"excuse me, mister and mistress gojo? your presence is requested now."
immediately, satoru jumps back as if stung, eyes lingering on you a moment longer, before stalking away in temporary surrender.
you push off the wall, feeling the servant's eyes on you questioningly, but not bothering to indulge him, simply brushing yourself off before rapidly following suit.
“your majesties, it is truly an honor to meet you both.” you take a small curtsy to the king and queen you were standing before, lifting your dress to show respect.
satoru rolls his eyes subtly, shifting beside you.
his father shoots him a look, all graying hair and wise crinkling eyes. “the pleasure is all mine, my dear. it’s nice to meet someone with proper mannerisms and respect for the crown.”
you smile. “yes, well i was raised in a kingdom, after all.”
beside him, satoru’s mother, the queen, grants you a kind smile, long white hair flowing around her mirroring her son's. “that you were.” she agrees. “which is why we are so honored to have you here at our own, and to finally resolve the peace that has been fleeting for so long. you have no idea how much this marriage means to both us and the kingdom.”
satoru sighs.
instantly, the queen’s eyes bore into him. “i’m sure you’ve been acquainted with your husband, prince satoru. he is just as pleased as the rest of us for this opportunity you and your kingdom have bestowed upon us, it was rather benevolent of them, and we are eternally in their debt.”
you get the feeling that they've been having disagreements with the arranged marriage, judging by their body language, and instantly the air grows thicker, more tense.
before the situation can progress however, the queen clears her throat, smiling politely at you. "why, it's been a long day, and i'm sure you're tired, sweetheart."
her attention turns toward her son, her voice holding a warning to it that you can't ignore. "satoru. walk with her to your rooms please, and accommodate her."
he nods, and doesn't even wait to see if you're following before retreating hastily, leaving you to chase after him.
finally, you find yourself back in front of the long-winding hallway leading to his─your─ bedroom, and he pauses, as if remembering something.
"we're going to have to share a bed."
your heart skips a beat, breath catching in your throat as he opens the door to reveal a mahogany bed, draped with quilted covers and over-extravagant silk pillows slightly rumpled by sleep. you had forgotten that as a married couple, it would be custom for you two to sleep together, just the thought of being in such a close, intimate space with him causing your pulse to race, whether with anger or.. something else, you can’t tell.
"no we're not." you move toward the bed, grabbing spare pillows and blankets to make your own on the plush carpet, vowing to stay as far as possible from that stuck-up prince.
you hear him sigh from where he's leaning against the doorway watching you.
footsteps pad across the floor toward you, before coming to a stop. "listen. i know this isn't ideal, but it is part of our arrangement to sleep in the same bed, as a married couple."
you gaze up at him coolly. "i'm sleeping here."
he runs a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "this is part of what is expected of us, and we need to fulfill our duties as a royal couple. just.. get on the bed, and face the other direction, if you must."
you ignore him, tucking yourself into the blankets you had set up with a small yawn, turning to face away from him pointedly.
all is silent for a single, peaceful moment, but then, two unfairly muscular arms are wrapping around your frame, and lifting, scooping you up into him as with a squeal, you kick, trying to get away.
one of your feet makes contact with his side, and he lets out a low grunt before throwing you roughly onto his stupidly huge bed.
"keep fighting all you want, sweetheart. i can do this all night."
for some reason, his words come off more provocative than anything, and you can't help the fact that the stern sultry purr of his coupled with it tinges your cheeks pink ever so subtly.
"i'll tell you one thing about this arranged marriage. as my wife, you are going to listen, and you are going to obey what i tell you, okay? i will not put up with attitude and immaturity.”
your cheeks warm at being scolded like a child, and all you can do is scoff in disbelief before turning over, resigned to your spot on the bed, vowing to stay as far away from him as possible.
you scoot all the way to the edge, squeezing your eyes shut angrily as tears of frustration prick at you.
just who was he to boss you around?
a few terse minutes tick by, with both of you silent, facing away from each other, the only sound being satoru's soft puffs of breath, sleep eluding you further.
you’re trying your best not to let your skin make contact with his in the slightest, but it’s proving difficult with the way his weight makes the bed dip in the middle, trying to draw you toward himself.
this was going to be a looong night.
you figure you eventually fall asleep at some point, because when you open your eyes again, sunlight is peeking through the windows, and something hard and hot is pressed stiffly against your back, insistent with its prodding.
you reach down, half-asleep, to move it away, but your hand connects with something pulsing and.. large. you trail your hand further up, eyes scrunching in confusion only to feel a small shudder under your palm, someone breathing fast and loud right next to you.
satoru.
you instantly scramble away, eyes wide, in your haste falling off and hitting the floor with a low thud.
this wakes him up, half-lidded eyes opening to take in your tangled form on the ground. “what are you doing?”
“y-you..!” you sputter out, frozen as you stare at him in disbelief.
he follows your gaze to his pants, a straining bulge printed on the front clearly.
his cheeks warm, and he looks down, mumbling under his breath. "mornin' wood.."
before you can bring yourself to speak however, two sharp knocks against the door break the awkward silence, followed by the voice of a servant outside.
"madame and master, it’s time to prepare you both for the wedding ceremony."
“ow!”
you scrunch your eyes tightly, pain washing over you in waves.
the stylist pauses, taking in your expression sympathetically before resuming to tug at your poor hair, putting it up into an intricate updo, a plaited bun with face-framing hairs and bangs, hot curlers and bobbypins attacking you left and right.
"just sit still, dear." one pushes your head back, while another tilts your face to the side to furiously blend foundation on your cheeks.
this day would only come once, in your lifetime at least, and being a royal wedding, of course, everything had to be perfect.
you and satoru were being relied on as human peace treaties to prove to the world that for the first time, your kingdoms were united, marking the official end of the war.
which is why, not only were appearances important, but also your actions towards satoru had to be convincing enough for the clan to wholeheartedly believe you two were in love, and effectively stop the fighting at hand.
so today was more important than ever that you look fully and maddeningly in love with satoru gojo.
you sigh to yourself, but suddenly your thoughts are cut off by the proud voice of your main stylist taking a step back to admire her handiwork.
"perfect. absolutely perfect." the rest nod in agreement, and with a few last touches, you're ready.
and as you all head to where the ceremony would be held, to describe how you're feeling right now as overwhelmed would be an understatement.
currently, there's about two thousand people waiting for you, all elegantly dressed, their heads held high with self-importance.
even the palace is decorated for the occasion, banners and emblems of the gojo clan stamp hanging proudly over the room, while decorative flowers in vases cover every available surface.
you shift your feet nervously, waiting for your signal to walk the aisle, praying that you wouldn't trip or embarrass yourself, fidgeting with your dress anxiously.
the wedding dress in question, was a classic take on a vintage ball gown look, with a too tight-fitting cream-colored corset billowing out dramatically from the waist into a poofy, tulle skirt, and currently it was killing you as you tried to take deep breaths, its taut stiffness practically constricting your lungs.
to make matters worse, it pushed your breasts obnoxiously up, and showed off your outline far too much to be comfortable, contouring every curve distinctively.
before you can try and pull it down however for what seems the hundredth time, the renowned quality of a simple elegant instrumental begins playing, signifying your entrance, and time seems to stop.
your heels click softly on the marbled stone, each step seeming to magnify in the large room spread out before you.
highly prestigious people, who had dismissed you before as nothing but a simple child princess living in her daddy’s kingdom were now all craning their heads to get a better look at you, hushed gasps and chatter sweeping through the crowd as you pass.
slowly, you begin to make your way down the dramatically decorated aisle, and as you get closer to the altar, you spot satoru, leaning slightly, cerulean eyes focused solely on you.
he’s dressed elegantly, in a frilly suit that matches the color of his eyes, all extravagant buttons and poofy sleeves, with crisscrossing gold lace, and a white overspilling cravat on the front.
he tilts his head as if to study the dress you're in, intense blue gaze raking up and down to ravish your clearly outlined figure.
your cheeks flush, his effect on you instantaneous as unbearable though he is.
slowly, you come to stand at your spot beside him, nervous as you look around at the crowd.
what happens next, you hadn't been expecting at all.
as one, they get up, and shower you both in applause, claps as precise and unified as their owners, the sound heard all the way around the entire palace, as they all give a standing ovation to their new king and queen of a new era.
the blush creeps up your neck, and you look around at your new subjects, all of them cheering for you.
after a minute or so of this, they begin to gradually quiet, sitting back down while both you and satoru turn to face each other.
the royal priest clears his throat for attention, and begins his long winding speech, garbled words slurring together as you stare at satoru.
he was so beautiful, breathtakingly so. his white hair is fluffed up, showing his high cheekbones, and he even has a bit of makeup on him, contour and powder.
in fact you’re staring at him so intensely, so swept up in him, you don’t even realize the priest is talking to you until he’s raising an eyebrow at you expectantly, the crowd hushed.
“huh?” you hear yourself say, embarrassment pinking your cheeks.
he clears his throat, speaking a little louder. “do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better..”
when you glance back at satoru, he’s looking at the priest, but there’s a curve to his mouth, amusement glinting in his eyes.
insufferable.
you take a second to let your eyes roam the audience, and happen to land on a particular face, one you hadn’t seen before.
she's wearing a knee-length navy blue dress, one that highlights her chubby figure and pudgy stomach, and a hat which covers most of her face. her head, though covered, is bowed low, as if in shame, which stands out to you as most of the audience is gazing up, at you and satoru, heads perked for a better look.
before you have time to further analyze however, you’re snapped back to the priest who is finishing up his speech.
“..till death do thy part. do you pledge your faithfulness and devotion, and promise to be thy loving wife, forevermore?”
your head starts to spin, the weight of his words sinking into you fully. you were to be with this man, whom you hadn’t even met before yesterday, for the rest of your life. all your hopes and dreams outside of the kingdom may as well come crashing down on your head once you were to speak those forsaken words.
after today, you would be queen, alongside your husband, the king.
at the very thought of being so responsible, the words stick in your throat, face paling. you have the urge to say no, to call the whole thing off, to truly disappoint your parents and disgrace satoru’s family for eternity, because this was your life. your life, and nobody got to take that from you.
you force a smile. “i do.”
the ring-bearer comes up to you, a ring on a fluffed pillow for you to take, its band gold and cool in your palm as you pick it up, a baby blue gem encrusted with the gojo symbol across it staring back.
you had never chose, nor seen this ring in your life.
he turns to satoru. “and do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to..”
you turn to satoru, expecting to see that same playful smirk, but something else has replaced it, more open and raw.
maybe he was feeling the implications too?
“..promise to be thy loving husband, forevermore?”
he swallows, pauses for a second too long, before speaking, the words cool and strangely detached. “i do.”
his ring comes, silver and chiseled with symbols of royalty, all sleek metal and polished, shining pristinely in the light. it has diamonds encrusted all over it, each worth more than a house, along with his precious initials, s.g, carved into it.
he takes it without looking at it.
“then by the power vested in me, i now pronounce you man and wife.” he turns toward satoru. "you may now kiss the bride."
your mouth goes dry, and for a second, all you can do is gape at satoru while the priest's words register in your head.
shit. how could you have forgotten you would be expected to kiss him? it was a wedding after all.
satoru's mouth curves up as he leans in slightly toward your ear, his hair brushing you. “c’mon princess, kiss your husband for the audience, yeah?”
you blush, and oblivious to all the people and the priest standing less than a foot away, he goes on, “although, don't be too good of a kisser, or i might get used to..."
before he can continue, you grab his face in your hands, pressing your lips hard against his, if just to make him shut up, and he pauses, taken aback, before slowly his hand creeps up to cup your cheeks gingerly, hesitantly leaning in to it.
the crowd all cheers around you, but you can’t even hear them anymore, all of it fading around you.
he's your first kiss.
he tastes like cinnamon and clove, like something spicy and reckless, his tongue already coming to meet yours in a brash tangle.
as quickly as he had been on you however, he draws away, wiping his mouth with that same lopsided smirk tilting his lips upward, leaving you practically dizzy.
and as the rest of the ceremony drones on, you can't help yourself from wanting more.
it wasn't enough to leave you satisfied, and now that you've gotten a taste, you fear you might not ever get enough.
after the wedding ceremony, there was to be a reception where only the most prestigious and important of people would attend.
it was held in the palace ballroom, lavishly decorated for the occasion with crystal chandeliers, and silk draped tables filled with shiny silverware, everything overly classy and elegant.
when you enter beside satoru, they're already serving flutes of champagne, people milling about amiably and making pleasant conversation.
and if you thought you were popular before as a princess, you had no idea the kind of attention being a hot topic like you were now would bring.
before you're even two steps inside, there's already people surrounding you to congratulate you on your marriage, kiss you on the cheek in greeting, and welcome you as newfound queen to the throne.
after a few minutes of this, with no sign of the crowd of people easing up, you begin to get nervous.
there's just no way you can see to get out of it, and as you start to feel claustrophobic, your body being pushed and jostled by all these people wanting to meet, you feel a warm hand on the small of your back, guiding you away from the crowd.
satoru.
“i think it’s time for a dance.” he says before grabbing your warm, gloved hands in his, and twirling you out to the center of the dance floor, where a few couples were already swaying to a slow tune.
satoru takes his hands, placing them on either side of your waist, just above your hips, a lazy smirk curling his mouth up as his touch seems casual, natural almost.
it seems almost genuine, the way he flirts with you in the public eye only to blatantly disregard you in private.
well, two could play at that game.
you wrap your arms around his neck, and draw yourself closer, lips hovering above his, your front rubbing against him dangerously.
he inhales sharply, eyes flickering with heat for a second but before you get the chance to revel in the fact you could draw a reaction from him, he starts spinning you.
you gasp as he whirls you around, before starting to glide back and forth with you across the dance floor, a smug grin on his face as you try and keep up.
luckily for you, as royalty you were expected to know how to dance, and your parents had enrolled you in private lessons weekly, your feet falling into familiar steps as you swept along the floor with him.
he takes notice, hands gripping your waist tighter as he sways with you, quickening the pace. “who taught you to dance, princess?”
you can't tell if he's teasing, or being genuine so rather than answer, you glance down, pretending to focus on your steps as you try to ignore the fluttering in your chest.
and finally with one last dramatic twirl, your hands tracing delicate arcs in the air, the music crescendoes and satoru catches you in a perfect dip, your head tilting back with a flourish.
instantly, cheering erupts, the room absolutely filled with clapping and whistling as your chest heaves up and down, still in his arms.
you had been so caught up you hadn't even realized everyone had stopped to watch you two, and with your finish, you were now the center of attention.
and as you seat yourself in a chair across from satoru, the formal banquet about to begin, you finally answer his question, seemingly out of nowhere, making him come to a start as he looks at you.
"my mother put me in dance classes from a young age." you smile bitterly as the memory washes over you. "you know it's funny, she was always the most beautiful dancer in the ballroom at my kingdom, but she wouldn't teach me. said i was "too slow", "had two left feet", "didn't pick up quickly", and i was nothing like her. she had someone else instruct me, and every day i would go and practice as much as i could, in hopes of getting better and pleasing her."
"did you?" satoru presses.
you sigh sadly. "i did, but it was never enough for her. nothing was. i remember thinking when i was younger, that maybe there was something wrong with me, and that's why she couldn't love me. why anyone couldn't love me, really. i've always felt like just a mere decoration in my palace, just another step on my mother's agenda."
what he says next surprises you. "i get what you mean. ever since i was little, my parents have been telling me, "you're going to be king" "one day you're going to overtake the throne" and "think of your future kingdom", when all I ever wanted was to be a child."
he draws nearer to you. "but, that gets taken from you once you're born into a monarchy, right?"
you nod. "that, and everything else down to your way of life, your interests, your dreams.." you break off, eyes flickering down to his lips for a moment. "..your husband."
the conversation between you becomes more intimate as he leans in too, lips above yours, and just as you start to close the distance..
the distinct sound of a fork clinking against a glass.
the royal toasts were starting.
it was from satoru's father, the king, his wise, crinkled smile looking around at all his subjects. "hello everyone. we thank you for coming out tonight to celebrate the birth of a new age, as my son and the daughter of a rival kingdom have come together in marriage, forever binding our palaces as one. this marks the start to a new era."
he pauses, letting the people around break out into clapping, some cheering, before going on.
"as you are aware, i will be stepping back from my role as king, knowing our future is in capable hands, by your new king and queen.."
at that, he lifts a glass toward your table, winking solemnly.
"to satoru, my successor, my pride, and the future of this kingdom. may your reign be long, your rule wise, and may you bring many heirs to this kingdom."
wait.
heirs?
you turn to look at satoru, his face paling.
"to the future, to the kingdom, and to the continuation of our legacy!"
