Hey :) I'm Cher! I use she/her and I'm 20. I write nsfw, sappy sfw, angst, whatever I'm feeling based on my current fandom diet.
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Takehisa Hinawa is a brat tamer? I don't write the rules?
Nsfw below the cut!!
Heβs all fun and games when youβre sweet and submissive for him. He loves spoiling his good girl rotten. But Hinawa enjoys, dare I say relishes, when you act up. He gets off on putting you in your place. A gritted: βwait tillβ we get homeβ and a subtle, somehow sultry glare. The quiet car ride back, no hand on your thigh - absolutely nothing.
Youβre left with your mind running, thinking of all the things he might do to you. Your thighs rub together and you whimper, wishing he would touch you. Hinawa doesnβt give a shit. Heβs pretending youβre not even there, practically holding back laughter at how worked up you already are. Itβs like a game to him.
So, you get home and walk through the door without a single word. All he says as he sets his things down is βten minutesβ. You run. You doll yourself up, put on something nice. Anything to appease him, because you know if he stays mad youβre not finishing tonight. You put on the prettiest, laciest lingerie you can find, and spritz perfume all over- the one that makes him feral. You sit on the bed silently, awaiting your reckoning. You hear the click of his dress shoes, watch his shadow underneath the door. You can feel the heated breath he takes before he turns the doorknob, and holy shit your pussy is soaked.
He walks in and still doesnβt even fucking look at you. It makes you restless and desperate. He sits on the bed silently and beckons with two fingers. You know what he wants. You position yourself on his lap. A shiver runs across your skin as his hands ghost over your thighs. He runs his hands over your bare ass, breathing hard, trying to steady himself.
βWhat do you think you deserveβ¦ for that little stunt tonight, hmm?β
You whimper as he cups your pussy for just a second before moving to the small of your back. You reach down, finding a voice somewhere inside you dripping with faux apology, anything to get him to touch you. You know what he wants.
βAs many as you think I deserve sirβ your voice hitches as he squeezes you harshly.
He inhales and you tense in anticipation.
βYou think itβs cute? To act like that in front of the fire force? Do I not satisfy you enough, coming home to this greedy cunt every night?β He clicks his teeth βTch, tchβ¦ couldnβt even handle acting proper for one nightβ¦ had to rub yourself all over me like a bitch in heat- in front of all those men. You think they didnβt notice? Or maybe you wanted them to. Nasty little slut.β
crack!
His hand comes down across your ass. You feel the sting and the indent it leaves. Itβs sharp and painful. Tears prick your eyes, but you canβt help the moan that follows.
βN-no sir! Sβ only for you!β
You canβt see him, but you feel the smirk that passes over his face. One word: βCount.β
You sputter in protest, but another harsh squeeze has you crying.
βOne!β
His hand comes down again, sharp against the plush skin. Another moan follows as your panties start to fucking drip.
βTw-two!β
He licks his lips audibly as his hand comes down across a third time. This one is on the other side. You can feel the heat blooming where his fingers made contact with the skin. You know his hand is imprinted in your ass cheek, red and angry. It turns you both on.. his hand prints visible on your skin.
βThree!β
You count seven more, tears streaming down your face, thighs clenching together. Youβre desperate. His head comes down to your ear and he whispers. βNow get on your fucking knees.β You slide off of his lap, legs weak. Falling to your knees you wipe at your tears, but he grabs you by the chin and wipes them away with his thumb.
His voice drips with a condescending sympathy as he bends down, bringing his face near to yours.
βAw, poor thing. Are you ready to apologize? Ready to be a good girl and listen?β He pushes his glasses up on his face and you swallow thickly. Fat tears continue to fall down your cheeks as you hiccup slightly.
βYes sir, Iβm ver-very sorry sir.β
He sneers at you, unbuckling his belt and shoving down his pants. He palms himself through his boxers before letting his dick spring free. The tip is a frustrated red, leaking with pre. He strokes himself a few times before drawing you closer with the hand on your jaw. He squeezes your cute little cheeks together, puckering your lips.
βWhy donβt you put that bratty mouth to good use then?β
You whine, nodding with big eyes as you shimmy forward, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. Your other arm braces, gripping his muscular thigh. You give the tip a few kitten licks, tasting the salty precum, before you bring the whole thing into your mouth. You bob up and down slowly at first. Your tongue flattens against his veiny length. Your tears and snot run down your face, it's fucking nasty but you know it turns him on - how pathetic you must look right now. His hand bury themselves in your hair. He moans and you loose your shit at how deep and raspy his voice has become. He palms your hair and grunts as you begin to move faster, hollowing your cheeks.
βGood fucking girl. Keep your eyes on me baby, wanna see them. Wanna see those pretty tears baby, fuck-β
You blink up at him through wet lashes as you moan around him. You can feel the shiver that runs through his body at the vibrations of your voice. He grabs at your hair harder, practically fucking your face at this point. You gag as he hits the back of your throat, and your other hand creeps down to rub your clit through your sopping panties. He grunts and moans, spurring you on. Fuck, heβs so sexy when heβs vocal. Heβs about to cum, you can tell.. but he must notice the hand between your thighs because he drags you off of his cock. He pulls your face towards his. Heβs breathing heavily, expression as fucked out as yours. However he grins and drags you up on to the bed.
βYou wanna cum so bad? Fuckinβ slutβ¦ Youβre gonna have to work for it.β
He lays back, and you take it as an invitation to climb on top of him. You hold his cock in your hands, stroking him against your folds a few times and sighing at the feeling, before sliding onto him. Rolling your hips, you enjoy the friction this position gives you against your clit. His hands rest behind his head as he watches you with that fuckass evil smirk thatβs been in his face all night. You can tell he has no intention of helping you.
"Come on? Is that all you can do? I thought you wanted it?"
Gritting your teeth, you start to bounce, up and down on his length - but youβre already tired. Dinner was long, and after the spanking and face fucking you just want him to breed you into oblivion. You're moving slowly, head lolling at the slight relief, but it just isn't enough. You hardly have the strength to lift yourself off of him, every time you come back down you nearly give up. You whine, pawing at his chest in desperation. All he does is coo at you.
βWhat baby? What? Canβt do it?β
His brows furrow and he pouts at you, hand coming up to brush a piece of hair behind your ear. He looks into your eyes. He hasn't even started to sweat, his glasses still sit snug on his face. It's insult to injury.
βIβm letting you finish tonight, all Iβm asking is that you to do it yourselfβ¦ you can do that for me right baby? You can be a good girl and cum for me?β
You bite your lip in frustration as your vision goes hazy. You grip his shoulders, rolling your hips on his dick because you canβt do much else. The friction is still delicious but itβs not enough. You need him pounding inside of you, hitting that spot. You canβt get it this way.
βPlease Hina-β you choke the words out.
His hands come to rest on your hips and you get excited, but they just stay there. He presses so hard that he leaves marks on your skin, but he doesnβt help. He just watches, nodding in disappointment.
βShouldβve thought of that before you decided to be a slut tonight. Actions have consequences baby. Now if you wanna cum your gonna have to do it yourself.β
(unedited little drabble) (I lied, I do write the rules?)(give me this man immediately???)
tags; smut, 18+. nsfw, overstimulation, semi public sex (not in the bedroom), raw sex :P wrap it before you tap it
MORE FIRE FORCE SMUT BECAUSE IT IS ACTUALLY A NEED, HEHE LOVE YOU POOKIES.
it was a surprisingly quiet day at the Eighth despite a few cases of spontaneous combustion the crew had to take care of. and by quiet you mean no mortal enemies coming to try and take your Eighth babies away to jump start the catalyst or whatever it is.
so considering this was a rare day as of late, youβre currently roaming around, on a mission to find your man. hopefully you can convince him to indulge in some alone time with you, itβs been a while after all.
you know him well so it didnβt take you long to find him, in fact you only looked in one place.
you step into the armory to see him there, cleaning his guns leisurely, though his posture is as rigid as ever. βhinawa, babyβ you call in a soft voice, loud enough for him to hear before making your way from the door frame to him.
βhmmβ he hums in acknowledgement and wastes no time to stand up and greet you, his pretty lady. he sets the gun part on the table, unassembled and safe, before grabbing you by your soft waist, leaning down to greet you properly with a gentle press to your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck.
he tries not to touch you too much, as to not get the cleaning product on your clothes, let alone your skin.
βcome spend some time with me, yeah?β you whisper sensually into his lips. you drag your hands down his toned chest to his stomach, before teasing the waistband of his uniform that was tied around his waist with a grin.
βmhm, just let me finish up here, babyβ he hums into your kisses before pulling back, getting back to where he was. unfortunately, that wasnβt good enough for you. a day like this is rare and the sun is starting to set, this is the perfect time to wind down and spend someβ¦quality time together.
βnooo,Β hina, nowβ you demand. youβre trying your best to not act like a brat but youβre so needy and itβs been just a little too long. you gently push his weapons towards the edge of the table, taking their place in front of him, βcβmon, big guy,β you mummer into his ear, leaning forward to show off your cleavage just a little, βdonβt you miss me?β you use your foot to press against the bulge in his uniform thatβs been growing since you pressed your soft lips against his own.
he groans lowly, pushing up his glasses that have started to fall and grabs your calf, βnot here, princess, we really shouldnβtβ but heβs using his grip to push your boot covered foot down harder onto his shaft. he cants his hips eagerly, more desperate for you than he initially thought. he figured he could wait, maybe finish up what he was doing but boy was he wrong. why did he think that? heβs never been able to resist you.
you giggle at his lack of self control when it comes to you, knowing youβre the same way for him. you donβt move your foot when you lean in for another kiss, more like he doesnβt let you, his grip tightens and his hips quicken their pace as you lock lips with his, βfuck, fuckβ he curses. his foul language mixed with the gruffness of his voice makes your pussy clench, you donβt get to hear it often as he tries his best to keep it to a minimum with so many kids around on the daily.
you moan into the kiss, bringing your other foot to his thigh in attempts to clench your own together. hinawa pulls away from the kiss with struggle, not wanting to part from you at all. a whine starts up in your throat before he pulls at the zipper of your own orange jumpsuit, ridding your top half of it. he pulls it down until it reaches your ankles, the only reason he doesnβt pull it all the way off being your boots that are in the way (and still pressed into his hard cock).
you pull off the undershirt you had on and unhook your bra, freeing your breasts and your nipples perk up instantly due the to cold air. with one hand still on your calf, hinawa uses the other to grope at your chest desperately, leaning forward to take one of your soft brown nipples into his mouth.
βah- s-shit, hinaβ you whine, feeling your cunt clench around nothing, desperate to be satisfied. you grab the back of his head with both hands, keeping his head in place as you push your chest impossibly further into his mouth and he uses his teeth to tug gently. your thumb gently brushes his cheekbone right under his glasses, making his eyes flutter closed.
βbaby, you gonna cum like this?β you huff, eager to see him fall apart without even having to take his clothes off.
as much as he wants too, eager to say yes and continue rutting into your foot like some deprived teenager, heβs not going to until you, βput your pussy in my mouth, baby,β he barely pops your nipple out of his mouth to speak, βwanna cum with your pretty cunt in my mouth, wanna taste you sβbadβ heβs slurring his words in an attempt to get them out as quickly as possible.
you keen excitedly, pushing your cotton panties down to your ankles with the rest of your jumpsuit and hinawa wastes no time devouring you. fuck, youβre soaked. the smell of your pussy nearly makes him bust his nut right then and there, no joke.
he licks a long broad stripe from your entrance to the sensitive bud thatβs your clit, sucking it into his mouth in an instant, making you whine loudly, legs twitching, still in his grip. he moans at your taste, shoving his thick tongue into your entrance without warning, nose pushing into your clit as he gently fucks your pussy with his pink muscle.Β
you spread your legs wider, trying to fit his broad shoulders in between them as you shove his head deeper into your needy pussy. βfuck, babyβshit!β you moan as he eats you so sensually despite his own eagerness to cum. he moans into your cunt, removing his tongue to suck at your soft pussy lips before taking your nub back into his mouth again.
βangel, yβtaste so fuckinβ goodββ his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head but he resists the urge in favor of looking up at you, hair disheveled and glasses crooked from you shoving his face into your greedy center.
he finds you already looking at him, tears of pleasure filling your pretty eyes and fuckβhe canβt take it anymore.
he cants his hips up one final time before he can no longer hold off his orgasm. his eyes finally roll back into his head at the overwhelming feeling of finally being able to release after so long. βiβm cumminβ, baby, nngh~β he grunts, barely able to get the words out. he moans like a mad man into your pussy as he makes a mess in his jumpsuit, which does nothing to hold in his thick load. he cums so much and so hard itβs spurting out of the fabric in heaps.
his grip on your calf finally loosens as he moves to spread your legs further apart with his mouth still on your wet center. he pushes them up to your chest, exposing all of you, including your sweet puckered hole heβs now suddenly dying to get a taste of as well.
your hands havenβt left the back of his head, needing something to keep you grounded. he looks so fucking good in between your legs, the sight is making you light headed. hinawa wastes no time, spitting on your pussy, making your toes curl in your boots as your hole twitches around nothing. he watches and you feel it drip all the way down to his desired destination.
he gently but firmly strokes your asshole with his tongue making you squeak out an unnatural sound, βhina! fuckβ!β you cut yourself off with a loud moan as he sucks, barely pushing the tip of his tongue inside before pulling back out. hinawa runs his tongue up the entirety of everything in between your legs. god heβs so fucking nasty. you missed him so much.
despite the overwhelming feeling of pleasure making all of your limbs weak, youβre guiding his head exactly where you want him. he grabs your ass with each hand, spreading you impossibly further, shoving his tongue back into your cunt. his nose is right back at home on your clit as he continues to fuck you with his tongue to your orgasm.
βshit baby, gβnna fuckinβ nutβ you cry out, legs shaking and back arching as you fall back onto your elbows, finally releasing his head, βsuck on it, iβm so close, give it to me!βΒ
he groans, the sight itself making him hard effortlessly, twitching in his now stained uniform. he wastes no time following your orders, pulling his long tongue out to suction your swollen into his mouth like he was trying to suck your soul through it. you eagerly push your creamy cunt into his face, rolling your hips eagerly as you tip over the edge.Β
βyeeesss, fu-fuck! babyβhina!β you ramble, twitching from the overstimulating shocks of pleasure rolling through you. he doesnβt stop until youβre ready, gently pushing his head away, finally unable to take anymore.Β
he pulls away, face messy with your wetness and cream. fucking filthy.
you glance at the mess he made in his clothes and giggle lightly, pulling him in for a sensual makeout session, letting him know that this is far from over. you straighten out his foggy glasses as you run your tongue against his before gently sucking on it. his cock twitches once again as he reluctantly pulls away.
he thinks about taking you up to your shared room, really he does, but he doesnβt think he can wait any longer. and neither can you. he mentally promises to fuck you properly in bed once youβre both satisfied enough to make it there.
he doesnβt even bother to pull your boots off and neither do you. he just pulls his own uniform down enough to let his cock spring free making him groan in instant relief. the happy trail he hasnβt had a chance to get to makes your mouth water as you make your own mental note to have his cock in your mouth sometime later.
he ducks his head under the uniform around your ankles, trapping himself in between your legs, making you giggle. he huffs out a laugh and smiles gently at the sound of your laugh, the stern, almost angry set expression thatβs always on his face nowhere to be found. it never was when he was with you, though.
he leans in to press a kiss on your forehead as you pull his hips towards yours, using the clothing wrapped around your ankles as leverage. the tip of his long cock hits your clit, making you twitch softly. βmmm, put it in baby~β you whine desperately. already one step ahead of you, heβs towering over you, guiding his fat tip to your pussy, running it up and down your folds, getting the breath knocked out of him once it gets caught on your entrance.
βfuckingβmissed you so much, princess,β the endearing nickname he keeps using makes your heart flutter and your cheeks heat even more despite the raunchy situation already occuring, βhavenβt had time to fuck you properly, huh?β he purrs into your ear.
you whine a sound of agreement that wouldnβt make sense to anyone else but him. he pushes you flat onto the desk, broad body hovering over yours as you brace yourself on his toned biceps. he slowly pushes the tip of his cock into your entrance, a moan forcing its way out of both of your throats.Β Β
his glasses nearly slip off his face before he grabs them, quickly tossing them to the side of the large desk heβs about to fuck you silly on. thank god heβs near sighted, all he needs to do is lean closer to see your pretty face twisted in pleasure.
he slowly pushes his thickness into you completely, making you moan out like a whore.
βmhm, princess,β he encourages, eager to hear the pretty noises youβre making, βlet me hear you.β he ignores the fact the anyone could walk by and hear the two of you, or even walk in. he knows for a fact the kids are busy training on the roof despite the sky darkening by the minute, so no other member of the Eighth will be particularly scarred if they were to walk in, considering they are adults themselves.
his slow, deep thrusts have him nudging into your g-spot, making your thighs tighten around his waist as your back arches prettily off the desk. the happy trail that made your mouth water is now rubbing against your clit in such a delicious manner it makes your pussy gush and cream around him in copious amounts.
βhinawa~β you whine, βfuck me.β your whines and gasps of pleasure make his cock twitch for the nth time that night, desperate for release again. and you can feel it, god.
he leans in to kiss you, maneuvering your hands beside your head, locking his hands with yours as he fucks into your harder, faster.Β
βlike this, baby? hmm?β he smirks into your plump lips, rubbing his nose against yours. your hands squeeze his tight, your soft body bouncing and twitching under his, desperately trying to make sense of the pleasure heβs giving you. hinawa pulls back to watch your tits bounce and belly jiggle, groaning at the sight.Β
βyes, just like that! mβgonna cum againβ you keen, tightening your thighs around his waist to raise your hips and grind your clit into his happy trail again as you moan loudly.Β
βgo ahead n give it to me, princessβ he huffs, he needs to feel you cum around him before he even thinks about filling your precious womb with his seed. your pleasure is genuinely his pleasure. he lets go of your hands and caresses your waist, gently coaxing your body to relax and just feel the pleasure heβs giving you.
the power of his thrusts mixed with the sweat covering your bodies make you slide up the desk with each thrusts. he grabs your waist firmly, you think to keep you steady. although youβre proven wrong when he uses his grip to pull your body down in tandem with his thrusts, forcing his cock deeper into your pussy.
βfuck, fuck, fuck!β the tight coil in your tummy snaps instantly as you feel the tip of his cock fuck into your cervix with each thrust. wrapping your arms around his back, you scratch your nails down the expanse of it as your release squirts out around his cock with such force it nearly pushes him out. your warm pussy spasms around him, the warm liquid staining his clothing even more so.
βthere you go, sweet thing,β he moans into your neck, biting the skin there hard enough to leave a mark on your soft brown skin that damn near tastes like candy.
no longer holding back, he grips onto your thighs, fucking your pussy unceremoniously, his balls smack onto your ass harshly with each thrust. he lies his forehead against your, sweat mixing together as you moan at the overstimulation. βhina, cum inside baby, give it tβmeβ you urge, clawing at his ass with your manicured nails, leaving marks of your own on his sweaty skin.
βmhm, gonna fill you up, babyβ he huffs, βfill this pretty cunt with my cum.β you clench around him at the promise and fuck he sounds so sexy. you grin, using your hands to squeeze his ass one last time, pushing him into you deeply before heβs cumming. the feeling of your soft hands all over him easily bringing him to his peak.
βnnghβshiiit!β he shudders and his hips stutter as he reaches his peak, βshitβ he whispers under his breath, but heβs close enough for you to hear. your energy completely drained, finally full and satisfied, pussy twitching happily.
he reluctantly moves away, pulling you up with him as you lean in for more kisses. you giggle happy and he grins, βcβmon, lets straighten up and head to the room, yeah?β
hopefully no one catches you on your way to question the stains on your clothes or the wobble in your step, you think before the two of you hear a solid knock on your door.
he clears his throat before speaking, βhinawa,β and oh my god itβs captain obi, you realize with horror as you shove your face into hinawaβs neck,β y/nβ¦β
fucking hell.
he so ffiiiiinneeee, these fire force menβMM MM MM. not proof read sorry yβall i be lazy ngl.
it hasn't been letting me update my masterlist for some reason so i'm just going to make another one ugh.
SUMMARY: Out of desperation to prove yourself as a witch you attempt to summon lord Chernabog. You think the ritual has failed, but strange things start happening around town. A stranger shows up, digging into the roots of your once pleasant life as it falls apart. Is it a run of the mill psychopath, or a blood contract with your name on it?
WARNINGS: Disturbing Imagery, blood, self harm (demonic ritual), eventual gore and smut - this is probably going to be the tamest chapter.
WORD COUNT: 10.5K
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote for creepy pasta in middle school and I'm back in the building lol. Everyone except for Jack is written into a Greenhouse/florist worker AU. Jack is mainly cannon. This is my first attempt at a longer fic, still getting used to longer form content, so I hope you enjoy! As of right now I have seven chapters planned for this series. If anyone is invested and wants to be added to the tag list, please let me know! -Φ΄ ΰ£ͺπ€ Cher
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Itβs speculated that witchcraft is most often a placebo. The manipulation of the spirit is not concrete enough to measure, and real witchcraft isnβt like the academia and schools of wizardry you mightβve seen in the media. Itβs hard, grueling, sacred, and most often- all you have to show for your efforts is a clear mind, a series of unfortunate events, or the occasional infatuation. Who is to say that your magick even brings these things about? You believed your mind was clear, so it was. You placed a hex on those who hurt you, and they just happened to fall down the stairs. Perhaps that man fell in love with you all on his own, regardless of your weaving.Β
You know that your magick is real. However, you donβt know if itβs real enough for this.
βIt has to be how wide?? I donβt know if I have enough pigβs blood for this.β Your familiar, a little gray and white cat, rubs against your ankle reassuringly.Β
You pull your lip between your teeth as you let fingers glide over the scrawling on the paper. The book is light between your hands. The leather it is bound in radiates energy from its previous rituals. You set the open book on the coffee table, hands dipping towards the mahogany bowl. A pentagram, five points. You spread the blood carefully, making sure the points connect to the circle youβve already laid out. The metallic smell of the blood stings your nose making your eyes water, a tear or two fall into the circle.. But a little taglock never hurt a spell. You dip your fingers into the bowl, using your nails to perfect the edges of the design laid across your (now empty) living room floor.Β
Couches and plants are pushed to the side of your small apartment in preparation for the βvisitorβ youβre inviting to your home. Ritual bowls of salts, pigβs blood, oil, bay leaves, and sage sit in a semi-circle around you. You have several books open, your spells are often a hybrid of the things that other witches have done which resonate with you. The more personal it is, the stronger the connection. Your personal Grimoire is covered in messy scrawl, only legible to its author. Diagrams show exactly what needs to go where and how, tastefully sketched.Β
You take a deep breath in. Bay leaves, sage and salt mix together in your palms as you hum a chant of protection over them. Once charged you cast them over the circle, thanking the forces for keeping you from harm (in advance, you hope). You light six candles. One for each point of the pentagram and one for the center. Beside the center candle you place a silver dish and a ceremonial dagger, both cool to the touch. The inscription on the side of the blade makes you shiver in anticipation, but you still yourself. You can feel the adrenaline in your body as you take your place.
You squeeze your eyes shut, summoning all the passion and command you can muster. Confidence is supposedly key. Your hands stretch towards the earth, palms spread wide and fingers tense. You push all of the energy that you can muster into your hands, feeling the atmosphere change. Finding a deep voice inside of you, you and draw the words out of your throat.
βTe nomine vero soloque evocoβ¦ ββZcerneboch!βΒ
Your eyes fly open as your pad to the center of the circle. You reach for the dagger, kneeling over the silver bowl. Your shaking hand hovers above the dish, the reflection dancing across your vision as you try to steady yourself. You press the dagger to your palm, mentally counting down from three. TheΒ bladeΒ makes you want to jump out of your skin but you need this, you needΒ physical evidenceΒ of your work. Itβs too late now. At one you slice the blade quickly, feeling numbness at first, and then a sharp sting as blood pricks at the wound. A gasp flies past your lips. You return the dagger, opposite hand coming to wrap around your wrist and squeezing gently. The blood drips into the dish.
plink, plink, plink
The offering of purity.Β The blood of a Virgin.Β
Once it is done you raise your hands upwards, towards the sky this time. You reach inwards and find the voice again.
βFiat sic!Β So mote it be!β
Your eyes flutter shut again in anticipation. You wait. The house creaks. Your cat meows. The world is absolutely silent. You furrow your brow, expecting some large display of smoke and power. The wind picks up suddenly, throwing your window open and pulling at your hair and clothes with a gust. You let the wave wash over you, and when it dies down your eyes open. As they open you see scattered herbs and blood blown into droplets across your floor. Your bowls are overturned, the sacred silver dish spinning like a top. The offering of purity mixes with pigβs blood and you scowl. MaybeΒ it isΒ farce.. you donβt know, you're angry. The perfect ritual. Weeks of preparation, your hand literally sliced open. Now itβs just a bloody mess in your living room. You kick at one of the wooden bowls in dismay as you grumble about cleaning up this mess.. Your cat meows again.Β Β
The utter silence lingers still. You look around, scanning the room for any sign of success before you finally come to terms with failure. You trudge to the bathroom, rubbing your eyes. Whatever the outcome of the ritual it had exhausted you. You felt more drained than you ever had after a spell. You flick on the lights. The bathroom shines clean and white in contrast to the bloody apartment. You sigh at your reflection. Blood is spattered across your face and clothes, your hair is wild from the sudden wind, and your hand looks worse than it feels. Turning on the shower you let the steam fill the bathroom. Relaxing into the heat, you slip off your clothes. A candle or two is lit before you step into the shower. The patter of water across your back calms you, and you envision the dark grime and negativity of the failure washing off of you. Your eyes droop as you gently wash the blood off of your stained skin. Your limbs move, slow and tired, through the motions of your shower routine. You think you might just go to bed and clean up tomorrowβ¦
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When you become conscious of the morning light shining through your eyelids you also become aware of the pounding soreness in between your eyes. The headaches that sit at the front of your head are always the worst. You sit up with a groan.Β
Pillows and blankets are strewn across your bed and floor haphazardly, and you feel anything but well-rested. YouΒ must have been tossing and turning all night. You slide out of bed. Walking out of your room you are greeted by neatly stacked bowls, organized grimoires and books, and your ceremonial dagger sitting neatly atop the silver dish. You raise your eyebrows at the scene, looking towards the kitty batting at a forgotten bay leaf. You were pretty delirious with exhaustion last night, maybe you cleaned it up before heading to bed and had simply forgotten. You thank your past self as you gather the bowls up in your arms, whisking them back to the kitchen. Kitty follows at your heels, meowing and trilling as she wraps around your ankles. At least someone is in a good mood.Β
You slide open the checkered curtains in front of your sink, allowing fresh sunlight to seep into the room. You start the coffee pot before coming back to the sink to give each bowl a cursory wash as you put them away. The clinking of dishes and humming of the coffee pot does make you feel slightly better. Once the washing is done you take a painkiller or two with your coffee.. You look down at the cat, crouching to stroke her back.
βAyayay.. All of that wasted supplies for what.β Kitty looks at you innocently.Β
βMeow!βΒ
Β βAnd thisβ¦β
You hold up the hand, a fresh bandage plastered across the wound. Kitty takes it as an invitation to brush her cheek across your fingers. At least she seems to have enjoyed the ritual. You scoop her up into your arms like a baby.Β
βWell, your mother has to get ready for work so letβs get moving little lady.β You tap the tip of her nose with your finger as you carry her back through the apartment. You pick out your outfit for the day. Typically, you try to dress flowery and flowy as a florist. You think it gives the customers a better impression. You say a little glamour chant as you get ready out of habit. Tote bag in arm, you grab your keys and wallet as you say goodbye to your cat.Β Β
The nursery and garden center you work at is only a short drive from the building, which sits at the edge of the city, and you find the sunlight rejuvenating as you drive into the countryside. You like this job specifically because even though you only work in the floral department, any dying herbs, flowers, and plants are often up for grabs. You like to dry them and store them for spell work. Additionally, working with nature is just up your ally. As you step into the little shop the bell chimes, and your coworker welcomes you in. βGood morning!β
You smile at the girl already bustling about the front counter, actively drawing flowers on the little chalkboard sign that reads the daily discounts and deals. βMorningβ Nina.β
You slip into the back room, setting your bag on a hook and tying an apron around your waist. The dark green contrasts nicely against your outfit. You tie it snugly, finishing it with a bow as you yawn. Nina skips in, high pony tail bobbing. You think a scene queen working at a flower shop is such a contrast, but you love her style. She always has great chats with the customers and the flowers seem to like her.Β βRough night?β
βYeah.. you could say that.β
Nina reaches for your wrist, pulling your hand into her own and gasping.Β βGirl, what happened to your hand?!β You grimace, trying to come up with an excuse quickly. If anyone was gonna pry it was her. βOoooh um. I tripped over Kitty while I was chopping vegetables. I'm really ok though. You think itβs gonna be busy today?β
Nina returns your hand begrudgingly, walking to the front counter as you follow. She chips at her nail polish and sighs. βAbout as busy as it always is..β
You chuckle, flipping on the lights in one of the flower displays. A little knock on the front door and another bell chime draws your attention. Brian, one of the gardeners, steps in. He clicks his work boots together on the entrance mat before he walks into the store, careful not to track dirt.Β
βMorning.β
Itβs gruff and short and you roll your eyes. Nina pops out from behind the counter, waving excitedly.Β βMorninggg! Weβve got the coffee on in the back if you want some!βΒ
He nods in approval as he trudges to the back of the store.Β
You continue humming to yourself as you arrange the flowers in the display, making note of which ones are starting to wilt so you can mark them half off later.Β You think Brian is a nice guy. Taller, blonde, and scrappy. Heβs easy enough to get on with. Most of the people working here had been here awhile, so the group is pretty tight knit. Brian is no exception. Heβs serious at work, but every so often heβll bring in donutsβ and when you all go out to drink heβs fun.Β
βBy the way, Toby said to come see him when you get a chance. Kid has some herbs for you.β
You jump a little bit, not hearing Brian come back out as you were lost in thought. You can tell heβs chuckling at your surprise. He sips his coffee out of a green mug that reads βplantaholicβ. You swat at his shoulder gently, giving him a half hearted glare. βWeβre going to have to put a bell on you.β
He gives you a grin and you notice the second cup of coffee in his hand. He offers it to you and you hesitate, debating if you really need two coffees today, before caving and taking it.Β
βThanks. Iβll go see Toby later. Whereβs thing two?β He grunts, gloved hand coming up to scratch at the stubble on his face. βTim? Havenβt seen him yet but yaβknow.. Heβll be around eventually.β You shoot him a glance. βSomething wrong? You two are usually attached at the hip.β Brian nods his head. βNah, we got a shipment early this morning.β
Tim, the landscaper, was also responsible for unloading trucks and moving plants around. Your gaze softened as you realized that both men had probably been here early, Tim unloading and Brian making room for new plants and checking their health. You notice the dark circles under his eyes. He keeps blinking and you can tell heβs trying to chase the sleep away with coffee. Tim must be exhausted too.
βIn that case Iβll go find Toby and bring Tim a cup of coffee while Iβm at it.β
βK, jsβ be mindful.. Could be one of those days.β
Tim is a nice guy and an excellent landscaper, but he has his moods. You assume it has something to do with the pills. No one here faults him for it. It doesnβt happen often but you all just try to avoid him and let him do his work when it does. You nod thoughtfully, shooting Brian a smile as you sip out of your mug. βI will be, thanks for the coffee Bri.β
You pour a bit more coffee into a to-go cup, popping the lid on and telling Nina youβll be right back. When you step out the back door into the garden you are instantly washed with fresh air. The main stepping stones that wind through the garden lead towards the greenhouse, where you know youβll find Toby, but there are several little paths that shoot off spiraling around patches of flowers, wheelbarrows, trees, saplings, and garden decorations. Trellises littered in vines cover the main path and you hear the water fountains babbling off in the distance. Tim could be anywhere in the garden or greenhouse, so you take your time down the path, admiring some of the new decorations that have come in. Out of the corner of your eye you catch movement, and you stop to look over. βTim?β
You stalk over to the spot where you notice the rustling, not wanting to bother him in case heβs having one of those days. Messy brown hair comes into view, but itβs not Timβs. It isnβt Tobyβs either.Β
You clear your throat, not knowing exactly what to say. βHello?β You step pass the foliage and the mystery man comes into full view. He turns, and his dark eyes meet yours. Heβs pretty - almostΒ tooΒ pretty.
The man sitting in the dirt is completely foreign to you. His brown hair waves and twists perfectly around his face. His skin is pale with a grayish-olive undertone that sounds odd in theory, but makes him look like a Greek statue in practice. His dewy eyes are black and soulful. You canβt help the little gasp that leaves your lips when he turns to look at you. Heβs on his knees in the dirt, apron riding up around his jeans. The tight, white T-shirt he has on does little to hide his built torso, and his shoulders ripple as he digs into the soft dirt.Β
He nods at you in acknowledgment, brushing the dirt off of his apron as he moves to stand. A large hand with painted black nails is extended to you, you look down at the coffees in both of your hands, mourning the loss of shaking this beautiful manβs hand. You hold them out awkwardly. βI- uhh. Hands are.. A little full.β He chuckles and you nearly swoon. Who is this man?
His hands fly clumsily to his pockets and he rocks on his heels. βOh, my bad. Yeah, I see that. Iβm Jack.. Jack Nyras. I just started here as a gardener.β Thatβs funny, Jane has been worried about the need to let someone go due to your profits.. Why would she hire another gardener? But then again, the workings of your gothic manager are mysterious and ever-changing. You shrug it off. Telling Jack your name, you beam about how lovely of a place the Nursery is and how heβs going to fit right in. βDo you live in town then?β
Jack nods and a hand comes to scratch the back of his head. βSomething like that, I just moved here. Still getting used to everything.β You nod at everything he says dumbly. βWell, if you need anyone to show you around just let me know!β He assures you he will before he starts talking about how he should get back to work or something. You donβt know. You wave giddily at him as you leave. Walking down the path lost in thought about Jack, you nearly run head first into Tim.Β
βOh, hey! Sorry. Iβm a bit lost in thought today, but I brought you coffee! Heard you guys had a truck early this morning.β Tim is not amused. He quirks an eyebrow at you, taking the coffee before you can spill it. βThanks.. What exactly has you lost in thought?β You blush and look towards the floor, not wanting to admit you were schoolgirl-crushing on the new guy. You're honestly embarrassed, you never act this way over men. You shake your head vigorously, dispelling the sudden infatuation. βNothing. Just a lot going on. Anyways, truck good?β Tim allows a tired smile to pull at his lips. He brings a hand to his neck, rolling his head in a circle. The stretch looks like it does little to relieve him. βYeah, itβs all taken care of. Been here since four in the morning, just wish Jane would let me leave early. Thanks for the coffee kid.β You give him a sympathetic look. He swats at the air, gesturing for you to quit pitying him. βIβm a grown man, an early morning never hurts anyone. By the way, Tobyβs looking for you.β You nod, sipping out of your mug. βYeah, I'm on my way to see him now. If I see Jane Iβll put in a good word for you.β Heβs already walking away. βYeah, yeah. Whatever.β His own special way of saying thank you. You know heβs a big softie.Β
You continue down the path until you come to the greenhouse, one of your favorite places on earth. You wish you were working the greenhouse checkout instead of Toby. It is massive. As you walk in you are met with wooden structures above your head, lined with hanging flowers and plants. Raised wooden boxes stretch on for what seems like forever, full of different plants, herbs, flowers, and vegetables. The quiet buzz of nature makes you smile as you walk down the path towards the back.Β
You find Toby bent down, scrounging about underneath the counter for something. When you say his name, he audibly bumps his head. He stands up to greet you, rubbing at the sore spot where he hit himself. Toby looks like a teenage boy, and heβs not much older than one. He has that boyish charm. His hair is messy and brown and freckles bloom around his cheeks and nose. He wears a patch on the side of his mouth, says it covers up a birth defect he never got fixed. Heβs a nice guy. Has a few screws loose, but nice nonetheless. He catches your eye and gestures you over. You slip behind the counter with him and see that he is holding a few drawstring bags. He shoves them into your arms before you have time to ask any questions.Β
βDried these jsβ for yo-you. I know, I know. You donβt *snap*Β have to thank me.β You open one of the bags, sniffing the contents. Dried rose petals. Another one contains lavender, and a third basil. βDried herbs for little olβ me? You shouldnβt have.β Toby curses involuntarily, a symptom of his tourettes. βI did. Youβre welcome.β You roll your eyes at his smugness, pushing him playfully as you mumble something about not leaving Nina alone in the shop. You call out to him as you leave βHey! If you see Jane, tell her me and Tim want to talk to her!β Toby cups his hands around his mouth. βWhat???β You sigh. βIF YOU SEE JANE, TELL-β
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When you finally return to the flower shop to do your actual job you canβt wait to talk to Nina about the new guy. The sudden infatuation that came over you seems to have faded, but you are still full of questions. First and foremost, why did he make you feel like a hormonal highschooler? It's like the moment you saw him there was a pull β or a connection. It almost seemed unnatural, but it was probably just the fact you hadn't beenΒ withΒ a guy, wellβ¦ ever, and Jack looked like a model. Second and second most, why on earth would Jane hireΒ anotherΒ gardener? You bustle into the shop, slipping behind the counter and instantly busying your hands with the batch of wedding table bouquets Nina is working on. Itβs silent for a few minutes.
βHey.. have you met the new guy?βΒ
Nina gives you an inquisitive look without slowing her work. βNew guy?βΒ
You hum in response, gently spreading the petals of a flower a bit further apart. βJack, I think it was. New gardener. I thought Jane wasnβt hiring anyone else?β Nina nods, angling her body towards you. βNo, she shouldnβt be. Not the way sheβs always complaining. 'Who is he? Is he hot?β
Your cheeks flush and your eyes fix on your work. βI mean yeahβ¦ The first minute of talking to him I felt hormonal and sweaty. Heβs really the definition of a pretty boy.β Nina sighs. βNot as pretty as that truck driver.β You visibly recoil. βEw, Jeff? Not this again.β Nina has been crushing on the company truck driver that supplies your neck of the woods since she started working here. You suddenly remember your difference in types. βNina, I love you, but that man is not hot. He also doesnβt know who you are.β Nina groans and plants her head on the counter. βI got here early to help with the truck just so I could see him.βΒ
You purse your lips, stifling a giggle. βHow noble. Did you actually help, or did you just hang off of him the whole time?β Nina starts to fake cry. βJane made meΒ actually helpppp.β You pat her back in a comforting gesture. βThere, there. You always have next time. Maybe you can actually ask him for his number next time and heβll give it to you.β Nina rolls so sheβs half laying on the counter, facing the ceiling idly. βYou donβt understand! Thereβs a strategy! Iβm playing the long game.βΒ
βRight, thatβs why you're having me stalk him on Instagram for you so he doesnβt see you viewing his stories.β She stands up abruptly, going back to her work like nothing happened.Β
She changes the topic curtly, βAnyways, the new guy.β You smile at her antics. βYeah, new guy. Why was he hired? I need you to see him so I can confirm if heβs actually hot or if Iβm just delusional.β She picks a red flower from your pile, incorporating it into the pinks and whites of her bouquet. βWell we both already know the answer to that. You're delusional as they come.β You raise your eyebrows and her eyes widen. Before she can stop you, you take a deep breath, summoning a loud voice. βNINA LOVES JEFFERY WOODS.β No one can really hear you, but she scrambles to cover your mouth, shushing you in panic. You giggle as she wrestles you into silence. βI amΒ notΒ the delusional one.β She concedes with a sigh and you both return to your flowers once more. The store bell jingles. You both look up.Β
βLadies.β Jack stands in the doorway and you feel that wave of Disney knees and butterflies wash over you. Nina chuckles and you elbow her under the counter. βI was told that you two supply the coffee.β Nina nods and gestures to the back. βThatβs correct! We have our own little coffee machine and a mini fridge with some different creamers and stuff. Help yourself!β Jack smiles blindingly and makes his way to the back of the counter. It takes everything in you not to whisper βI told you soβ to the girl next to you. Jack hums as he starts the machine, the low timbre of his voice resonates in your chest and you sigh.
Nina looks at you knowingly, and whispers. βBut someone from work, really?β You frown. βBut youβre obsessed with Jeff, you canβt talk.β She just returns to her work and continues the conversation without eye contact. βItβs just for fun, a little crush. Nothingβs going to actually happen. I know you, you arenβt satisfied with little crushes.β You roll your eyes and look away as Jack walks out of the back with a steaming cup of coffee and a pleased look on his face.Β
Jack approaches Nina, holding out his hand. βAh, I donβt think weβve had the pleasure of meetingβ¦β She shakes it, responding: βNina.β He grins, giving her a firm shake. βIβm Jack, the new gardener. Iβm sure Iβll be seeing a lot of you two as long as you supply caffeine.β Nina giggles and you can tell his charm isnβt lost on her. When he leaves you nag her about how handsome he is and sheβs inclined to agree. You canβt help but think that sheβs right though, you should leave it at a little work place crush.Β
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The next few days pass on pleasantly. You hardly remember that stupid failed ritual, and despite the disappointment- it doesnβt stop you from practicing your craft. Glamour spells when doing makeup, protection stirred into your coffee. You had to use all of your self discipline to keep yourself from making a spell jar for Jack.Β
The Garden Nursery seemed more pleasant these days, sunnier. Tim hadnβt had a bad day in ages and even Jane was lightening up on the gothic reckoning of being a manager. Then there was Jack.Β
It started with your little crush. Your eyes would linger on him as he passed, hands brushing purposefully as you would bring him and the twins (as you call them) coffee every morning. You couldnβt help but notice the way his muscles rippled as he pushed a wheelbarrow across the soil. Could not stop yourself from getting lost in thought watching the sun hit his pretty face. It was manageable though, a true workplace crush. For the purpose of making work more fun, and for that purposeΒ alone. That is, until you swore he was doing the same to you.
At first you were imagining it for the sake of your own delusion. He made eye contact with you today! He smiled at you! He may as well be confessing his love. It felt like having a senior crush in high school that you would mourn when they graduatedβ¦. or a celebrity you would rave about on twitter. Nothing serious and nothing reciprocated. Then, as time went on you begin to notice the feeling of being watched. Often you will turn around to see Jack staring a hole into you. His hands begin to linger. He begins to lose his words as he speaks to you. You start to think maybe taking it past a workplace crush wouldnβt be so bad. How much could it really hurt to date a hot gardener? Nina chides you when you voice this aloud.Β
"We've just met the guy. He's kind of suspicious, where did he even come from? He never goes out drinking with us, and doesn't shows up to the group meetings. I don't even think he's in the work group chat." You make a mental note to add him to that. Jane could be forgetful. Nina continues on her rant. "Then, what happens if you break up? Things are going to be weird,Β too weird. This place is perfect, we all have good chemistry. We're like family. Dating him would be like friend group incest." You frown at the term she coins. You make her stop talking about friend group incest by dismissively agreeing with her. As you get home your still thinking about it. Despite your admission that it would be weird, you can't get the possibility off of your mind.Β
You stop when you realize that you should at least give it more time. Nina is right about one thing, your imagining that you are in love with a man you don't even know. You're obsessed with the idea of him. Relationships hadn't always worked out for you, in your high school years you'd dated some real freaks. Every time you got close to a guy you'd feel trapped and scared, like you were afraid to put a label on things and then endure whatever it was you signed up for. Daddy issues or something. On top of that, you had used your own blood for the sacrifice of purity. You obviously hadn't gotten very far relationship wise. You aren't sure if you really like Jack, but you like the concept β the personality you imagine that he has. If you are going to entertain this you at least need to get to know him better. Problem is, he's always acting like a loner. As you slide into bed for the night you resolve to make an effort to pull him into the friend group. You start by adding him to the group chat before you shut your phone off for the night.
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The morning is bright and sunny after a night of rain. Dew rests on the plants and flowers, and birds chirp pleasantly. The whole world is hazy and soft. The truck is here late which means you and Nina get to help. The two of you zip around the flower shop, making enough coffee for yourself and the boys. You slip them into carriers, eight total, before sliding out the back door and into the garden. As you walk with Nina you laugh about Jeff being late. βIβm sure Jane put him in his place, she always does.β She sighs in agreement. βIf Iβm not the one who gets Jeff itβll be her. They have an enemies to lovers thing going on.β You give her a sympathetic look and elbow her gently, careful not to unbalance the coffee. βIβm sure if you would literally just make any sort of move you would get him. You are genuinely so hot and sexy, and in the nicest way possible, he is a rat. Plus I think Jane is a lesbian.β She giggles as she skips down the path ahead of you. βI donβt know about the rat part, but maybe youβre right.βΒ
As the gate comes into view you can see bodies moving boxes and plants through the wire. Nina opens the gate for you and you slip through, hands full of coffee. You hear a grating voice. βBoughtβ damn time!β You mentally groan. You saunter up to the driver's seat of the truck, the window is rolled down and Jeffery Woods hangs his arm out the side of it. His messy hair is all across his face, dark black in contrast to the white hoodie he insists on sporting. You give him a fake smile. βJeffery. Nice to see you as always.β He grins. Youβve always found his unnaturally wide smile creepy. βCome on doll, pass a man some coffee, Iβve been driving all night.β Youβre about to give the man coffee against your better judgment, but a sharp voice stops you in your tracks.Β
βDoΒ not giveΒ him coffee until he gets out of that damn truck andΒ helps.β You spin around to see your goth manager in all her glory. Her dark hair falls around her face in a style that reminds you of black and white movies. Her white makeup and dark lips stand out against each other, and the contacts she wears to make her pupils big and black make you think of something otherworldly. You like to brag about your boss. You brag about Nina too. You like when stores hire alternative people.Β
Jeff groans loudly. βCome on Janey, Iβve been driving all night for youuuu!β Jeff pleads, and you know the pet name is only going to fuel her wrath. She has a box against her hip and is obviously not taking his shit today. βYou wereΒ five hoursΒ late. We have customers this time of day. The absolute least you can do is get off your ass and help.β Her tone is stern and he hangs his head in despair. You chuckle at his expense. βCome on Jefferey, you can have coffee as soon as you get out of the truck.β Picking a coffee cup out of the carrier you wave it in front of is face. He begrudgingly opens the door and hops out, snatching the coffee from you as he rounds the truck. You sigh.
You distribute the coffees to everyone else workingβ¦ Tim, Brian, Toby and Jane. Nina circles back to get one from you after helping with a few boxes, and you take one for yourself too, so that leavesβ¦ Jack. βHave you seen Jack around?β Nina starts to laugh and chokes on her coffee a bit. βI think heβs in the shed making space for new boxes. Go give coffee to your man girl.β You slap her playfully as you roll your eyes.Β
When you approach the shed itβs silent, not a single sign of life. Suddenly there is a loud crash and a groan of pain. You rush inside to see Jack on the floor, pinned down by two boxes. Several more boxes surround him. You set the coffee down, pulling the boxes off of him and helping him up. βAre you ok?β He smiles, clearly embarrassed to be caught like this. Rubbing at his arm where a box had fallen on him he responds hoarsely: βYeah, yup. Just a little caught off guard.β His voice sounds odd and as you step back you notice the state heβs in. Dark circles paint themselves across his eyes, and his skin has taken on a grayish complexion. His hair is slightly stringy, and he looks all together sick. Before you can stop yourself you reach to press the back of your hand against his forehead, he stands there in surprise. βJack, youβre absolutely freezing. Are you sick? I know Jane can be scary, but if you talk to her sheβll give you the day off.β He just sits there for a moment, not knowing what to say. You hum the question again, and he waves his hands in defense, pulling your wrist down from his forehead and holding it between his fingers. You blush. βThank you for your concern, but I really am fine. Itβs just allergies. Spring always gets to me.β You eye him warily. Something is wrong with him. His body feels lifelessly cold. You know illnesses can make temperatures drop but you arenβt sure what to make of this.
βAlright, but at least take some coffee. I was actually trying to find you to give you one. Everyone else already got some.β He takes it gratefully, thanking you for your help as you turn to leave. He shoots you a little wave and it makes your stomach flip. God, that fine ass man. Somehow he's even hot when he looks like the walking dead.
You return to the truck, informing the group that you think Jack might be under the weather and that you all should use extra hand sanitizer just in case. Jeff makes a joke wishing the Garden employees good luck with that problem before he eventually speeds off. You lean over to Nina to whisper to her as you walk back towards the gate. "Did you get his number this time?" Nina rolls her eyes. "Strategy, patience."
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The next day Nina is exhausted. She walks in looking the same kind of sick that Jack did. It makes your heart drop. You really hope that whatever is going around wonβt get you, especially since you had foolishly been all over Jack yesterday. Every time you had seen him youβd doted on him, checking his temperature, telling him to go talk to Jane and go home. Youβd even made him some tea and thrown some salt and a simple healing spell over it. Now Nina looks the same way, if not worse.
βNina, you look like hell. What happened, are you ok?β She hobbles past the counter and grabs an apron. βI donβt know. I was fine last night, but woke up today feeling like bloody murder.β She slips the apron over her head, wincing as she ties it around her waist. βMy side is especially sore, it must be bruised or something. Maybe I hit myself when I was helping with the boxes yesterday.β You feel her forehead, it's warm but not feverish. βYou know if youβre feeling sick you can ask Jane about going home. I can handle the shop for a day.β She sighs. βNo, no, no.. Iβm fine. Just sore. Not like itβs gonna stop me from playing with flowers.βΒ
She says it lightly, making fun of the situation. However, when she comes in the following day she looks even worse. You have her sit in a chair by the cash register all day, only allowing her to take orders, while you handle everything else around the shop. She looks like a frail old lady. Her high pony tail droops and she's exchanged the wild scene outfits for something simpler and cozier. You don't think you've ever seen Nina out of alternative stuff. The sickness must be really affecting her. The bell rings, Jack walks in. You expect him to look worse than Nina at the rate sheβs progressing, but heβs practically glowing. His skin is vibrant with color, his eyes wide and awake. If anything he looks better than he did before.
Β You wave him over to the counter. βHey stranger. Youβre looking better.β He nods and explains that it was just allergies and heβd gotten on some medication. βWell, allergiesΒ or notΒ - whatever you have, you gave it to Nina.β He looks over to the girl curled up in blankets, sitting Indian style in the foldable chair you brought for her. A grimace frays at his face. βIβm not sure allergies work like that, but if I gave something to her I feel awful. Iβll bring her some tea and goodies tomorrow.β You smile gently - imagining what your parents might say.. βSuch a thoughtful young manβ.Β
βThatβs sweet of you. Iβm glad you're at least feeling better.β He toys with a pen on the counter. "Yeah, maybe I recovered so quick because of all your fussing yesterday." You roll your eyes. "Yeah and I'm mothering her too. You all whine but you can thank me when the sickness is gone." Nina drags herself out of her chair and over to your side. βWhat are the two of you talking about?β You steady her as she stands. βOh, nothing. Go back to your chair.β She huffs in defiance, mumbling about feeling left out. Jack gives her a look of sympathy. βIβm sorry youβre feeling sick Nina. Hope you feel better soon.β She sighs in exasperation. βItβs not even sickness, it's just so much soreness and my stomachβs funny. Feels like my gutβs been rearranged.β You both frown at her. Jack pipes up, "Maybe you sprained something? You could try seeing a physical therapist? Have you seen a regular doctor yet?" Giving him a dry look she shakes her head. "It's going to pass on it's own, I can tell. No use taking off of work or wasting money." She turns to go back to her chair and hisses at the slight movement. βI mean seriously, is there a massive bruise here or what?β She lifts up the shirt around her waist and you gasp.
βWhat is that?β You blurt. Nina looks down. βWhatβs what?β She twists in circles, trying to see what youβre seeing. When she finally catches sight of it she has to grip the counter for stability. Along her tummy runs a freshly stitched wound. It snakes around her side and down towards the middle of her stomach. The stitches are red and angry, no wonder sheβs been feeling like shit. βDid you have surgery recently?β Nina looks up at you, her eyes are wide and panicked. She whispers it, barely audible. βNo.β Your stomach drops. βWhat do you mean βnoβ? You have stitches, what happened?β She canβt stop staring at them and honestly you canβt either. βI mean that I didnβt even know this was hereβ¦ someone did this to me without me knowing. I donβtβ¦ I canβt-β She looks like sheβs going to hurl.Β
You instantly call Jane. Explaining the situation over the phoneβ¦ none of it sounds believable. The proof is there, in front of your eyes, as real as it can possibly be. βOk, hold on. Iβm on my way. Iβll take her to the ER and get her checked on, I need you to stay and run the shop.β You donβt want to leave Nina alone, but you know Jane has it under control. She pulls her car round back and you help Nina through the door until Jane takes over. She hooks her arm under Ninaβs, steadying her as they walk towards Janeβs truck. You call after them. βCall me if anything happens!β All you receive from your manager is a nod. You trudge back inside as you hear the truck roar to life and crunch over the gravel. Jack is gone. You sit in the chair you brought for Nina pondering what just happened. How did she not notice the scar? How would someone have operated on her without her knowing? Could she have hurt herself and someone patched her up? Why would she forget that though? The thoughts spin around your head, making you dizzy.Β
You carry out your job in a daze. Around two you get a call from Jane and you nearly jump out of your skin. The customer you are with notices your urgency and offers to wait while you take it. As you scramble to the back you pull the phone to your ear. βHey. Any news?β Jane sounds tense over the phone. βYeah, the doctors have seen her. Sheβs fine, but it looks like someone operated on her. Removed her kidney.β A chill runs down your back. βWhat the fuck? It wasnβt like a surgery? How did it happen?β She fumbles over her words as she talks. βNina doesnβt have any memory of it and there are no records of it happening at a hospital. We called around. The doctors say it was done well, that whoever did it knows what they were doing.β You canβt hide your disbelief. βSo what, some psychopath just crept in, stole her kidney, and sewed her back together?β You can hear the lurch in her throat. Itβs unnerving to the both of you. βWe donβt know, the police are on their way to talk to her. Whatever the case, a surgery like this requires days of bed rest. Sheβs going to have at least the next week off.β You nod to no one in particular, taking in the information. You and Jane wrap up the call, but if anything your mind is fuzzier than it was before. You struggle helping the customers as your thoughts race.
Who could have possibly done this? Is it someone you know? Could it be someone here, at the garden? Is there a man on the loose in your city, preforming freak operations on people? You have to sit down for a minute and mentally coach yourself to handle the rest of the day. Right now, Nina is safe. That is what matters. You need to push this out of your mind and focus on doing your job.
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The next week passes in a blur. Police are crawling around the place. Each of you is questioned. They search her house. Thereβs nothing. No unusual fingerprints, no trace of the operation left behind, absolutely nothing. Jack starts to help in the flower shop. You think he can tell that you're spiraling. The Nursery didnβt really need that many gardeners anyways, so Jane didnβt mind. He's kind, helping you when you forget forget your words and trying to keep you hydrated. Youβre thankful for the extra help.Β
To your disadvantage things are just going plain wrong. A lingering suspicion in your gut ties it back to you. Everything has you on edge. Your monthly full moon ritual is intense and you banish as much negative energy as possible. You sprinkle sale around the edges of your house and draw sigils on the doors and windows. The possibility of a person sneaking into your house and digging around in your guts without your awareness felt so invasive. You almost begin to fear it more than death. It's terrifying. You visit Nina a few times and Jack comes too. He delivers on that promised tea and goodie bag. She's doing better and promises that no one should be worried. No matter how hard you try to push it out of your mind, you can't shake the fear that whatever happened to Nina might happen to you next.Β
Luckily, Nina makes a full recovery. Things don't go back to normal, but they get better. She returns to work where the whole group dotes on her like a baby. Toby pops in with snacks, drinks, and little trinkets he finds here and there. Brian doesn't say much, but his hands are always there, hovering as she walks up the steps or moves around to recklessly. The best way you can describe him is as a safety net, there just in case. Tim makes a daily round to the flower shop, checking in on her while pretending not to care. Even Jane is softer towards her. Additionally, Jack is becoming a bigger part of your little family every day. He starts to come out on weekend nights, hitting bars with the group. He never stays long, but his presence is nice.Β
On one such night you and Nina close up shop early. It's a typical weeknight and business is been sparce. You bustle through closing activities in anticipation for the Hibachi meal Jane had promised on the condition of raised sales. It was a condition she didn't actually think would be met. The group didn't think it would be met either- it had happened purely by accident. Hibachi is hibachi though, and a tasty meal would be perfect to distract from the lingering horror of Nina's misfortune. As you run out the door you catch sight of Jack walking to his car. You tug on Nina's sleeve and the two of you skip up to him, cheeks flushed. "Hey! Are you coming tonight?" Jack smiles at you both and gives you an inquisitive look. "Coming to what, exactly?" You mentally face palm, remembering that Jack hadn't been here when Jane made the exasperated promise. Nina cuts in before you can explain. "Months ago, before you started working, Jane said if we raised sales she'd treat us all to a hibachi dinner. Apparently we accidentally did it. Toby figured it out and now she's actually following through! You should totally come!" Jack's smile wavers and he rubs awkwardly at the back of his head. "I don't know, I'm pretty busyβ¦ I-" You cut him off. "Busy with what? Come onnn you never hang out for long. Just one night! It's free food!" You lock eyes with him, pouting ever so slightly. The blush that tints his cheeks doesn't go unnoticed. "Ah- fine. I'll go. Text me the address?" You jump excitedly as you pull it up and text him. Nina grins. "We'll see you there!"Β
As you leave him she shoots you a look. You bite your lip and raise your eyebrows, a silent plea to 'wait till we get in the car'. You had picked Nina up before work that morning so the two of you could drive together. As you tumble into the front seat she's giggling. "Oh my god, what happened to workplace crush????" You thumb at the steering wheel as you start the car, turning on the heater to clear the condensation on the windshield. "Nothing! I haven't done anything! That's all him." She elbows you as you back out of the parking-lot and you yelp. "I know I was opposedβ¦ but if you actually get together I want to be the first to know." You roll your eyes at her as you speed down the country roads back towards the city. "Trust, it's not like I'm going to be gossiping to Brian about it."Β
The hibachi grill is warm and inviting. The orange lights strung across the ceiling make the air feel comfortable, and as your group shuffles in you smile. When everyone is sitting around the table laughing and joking you feel at home. Somehow Jeff had conveniently timed his truck run to overlap and had coerced Jane into letting him come (he'd just shown up after hearing about it from Toby). So now Jane and Jeff are playfully bickering as Nina laughs at Jeff's awful comebacks. Tim, Brian, and Toby are talking garden stuff and you can't help but just enjoy the surrounding conversation. This is your family. Jack is yet to show up and you worry that you might've been too pushy when inviting him. Whatever the case these are your people, wasting time thinking about him won't do you any good.Β
"What do you think?" You're snapped out of thought by Toby's question. You look up to see the three men looking at you expectantly. "Sorry, what was the question? I spaced out." Brian chuckles and you give him a look. Toby repeats himself. "Is it easier to work the greenhouse or the at the florist?" You furrow your brows in thought. "Well I mean, you lift heavy stuff but we've got tons of orders. We supply weddings, party's, tons of custom stuff. We literally have to sort out every flower and make sure it looks perfect. I say florist." Toby laughs incredulously. "Not trueΒ I haveΒ just as manyΒ orders as you. I handle the orders for plants and hardware, tools, decorations.. et cetera. You even know how much shit farmers buy?" You use your hand to mimic his talking, earning a chuckle from Brian. Tim cuts in with his own opinion. "You lot have it easy. Me and Brian are the real workers. We're in the dirt every day. I'm get hired to haul ass and take care of yards all over town and Brian is the one keeping your gardens nice. We're the ones doing actual manual labor." You and Toby both respond in protest and Brian just laughs, neither confirming nor denying his stance.Β
"Yeah! Me, Brian, and Jack doing alllll the work around here. Keeping it looking nice and pretty so customers actually want to buy your leaves." A voice behind you all joins in. "Sorry, we're doing what?" The four of you spin around to see Jack standing there clueless behind you. Brian starts laughing harder. He's in a good mood tonight you suppose. "Jack!" Tim exclaims. "I was just explaining to these kids how we're indispensable and carry the Nursery." You retort quickly. "Yeah well even if you grow all the plants in the world you need us to sell the stuff. Your not exactly all there in the social skills department." Toby shouts in approval of your comeback. You divert your attention to Jack. Sitting on one side of you is Nina, but there's an open seat on your right. "Hey. Glad you could make it, saved you a seat." You pat the high top chair awkwardly, and he grins as he shuffles in. You've only seen Jack outside of work a few times, but you never get over how handsome he is in everyday clothes. It's nothing crazy, a ribbed black turtle neck, jeans that sit low on his hips with a smart belt, dress shoes. He looks the way you imagine dark academia men do. It suits him. The conversation dims around you as he takes the seat. His arm brushes against yours and your breath hitches. Heat blooms across your face and butterflies swarm against your skin.Β
"Weren't sure you'd make it." It's quiet, spoken under your breath. You're not even sure he's heard it. He turns towards you making direct eye contact. His eyes are consuming, you feel like he might swallow you whole the minute they're on you. It makes you squirm. "Wouldn't miss it." There's something under his voice - an invitation. No, you must be crazy. You turn back towards the boys, pulling Jack with you into the group conversation. The night continues on. The chef puts on a good show, attempting to shoot vegetables into Toby's mouth - who takes it so seriously that he sabotages himself. Brian catches one and the table cheers. Jane catches one between her teeth and Nina calls her mother. Jeff tries to do the same and chokes on the chunk of food. Nina still whispers 'daddy' under her breath and your caught between gagging and laughter. Jack's hand rubs against yours every so often and you'll turn to make eye contact, only to look away with a blush on your face. It's quiet, comfortable, homey. As the food comes in rounds you all eat your fill. Toby is the first to make a joke about unbuttoning his jeans and everyone follows suit, laughing about the fullness that follows the impressive show.Β
At a certain point in the night Jack leans over to whisper to you. "Thank you for inviting me. I'm glad I came, but I do have to go soon. Not that I don't want to be here (with you), but I really am busy." You look into his eyes searchingly and you can tell he's not lying. You notice his skin isn't as warm as it once was and the circles under his eyes have returned. Is it just those allergies again or sleepless nights? You wonder what he's busy with, but you don't pry. "If you have to leave⦠Can I walk you back to your car?" The ghost of a smile pulls at his face, he looks like a little kid hiding a grin, He remains composed. "I'd like that." You both stand. Jack gives some half-hearted excuse for why he has to go. He ears several groans and 'drive safe's. You smile and offer to the bustling table that you will be right back. You don't miss the knowing looks a few of them shoot you. Jane winks. *Lesbians*. You roll your eyes at the few who are catching on and run after Jack to catch up. It's not cold outside, but you shove your hands into your sweater pockets as if it is.
You leave the store, stepping into the night air and breathing deeply. "It's just over this way. Not far." You nod giddily. "So, did you have fun? I know we can be pretty tight knit, but I think the group's warming up to you." Jake smiles honestly, without any attempt to hide it. He ruffles your hair, a gesture that takes you by surprise. He stops in the middle of the sidewalk, turning to you. "Why are you trying so hard to involve me?" You blush and look towards your shoes. Thumbs fidget against your sweater as you attempt to cook up a response. "Iβ¦ I know how hard it is to find an in sometimes. I always had a hard time making friends, but this group is really great. You work here now, your one of us. I guess I just want you to feel like your apart of the family." Jack nods, listening intently. "That's the only reason?" You begin walking again, nearing his car. Your voice drops in volume. Your afraid to be bold with him. "I suppose there could be one other.. thing." His car lights up as he unlocks it. He stops once more. "Mhm, and what could that be?" He's got a smug look on his face, but it's gentle. He knows what he's asking, yet he's not mean about it. You can tell he feels something too. "I could want you around for my own reasons."Β
Jack is standing right in front of you now, his closeness is paralyzing. He smells of earth, pine trees, and a hint of vanilla. His head dips down and yours tips up. You can feel his breath against your face as you stare at each other. "I suppose I could be showing up for my own reasons as wellβ¦" He says it low and breathy. Your breath freezes and your face grows hot. He leans in. The air you're breathing is recycled. The second it leaves your lips it's his. His mouth ghosts over yours. The sweater you have on is too hot, yet you're so, so cold. You're shivering where you stand. One of his hands wraps around your waist, the other comes to the side of your face. Your own hands grasp his shoulders out of instinct. You feel lost to the sea, it's as if he is the only thing that can keep you afloat. You grip tighter. "Jack.." He breathes your name back to you. He leans in further, you close your eyes in anticipation. Nothing ever comes. He pulls away β gently, not all at once. His hands leave your body and come to rest on your fingers which grip the shoulders of his coat. "We-" He stops himself. "I shouldn't. it's not.. We shouldn't-" You cut him off with a sad smile. "I know. You're right. It could mess everything up. The reason I keep inviting you is because I want you to feel like you have a home with us too. I won't jeopardize that." He looks like he has more to say, but only nods in response. You remove your hands from his shoulders and take a step back. "Get home safe Jack." He looks towards the pavement underneath his dress shoes. "You too. Goodnight."Β
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You stay at the grill with your coworkers awhile longer, but the melancholy of your interaction with Jack weighs you down. Nina notices something and asks what's up, but you brush it off with a smile and a laugh that you must've eaten something that disagrees with you. You decide to stick to that excuse and gather your things, asking Nina if she's ok to get a ride with Jane. She nods enthusiastically and walks you to your car. You keep the smile plastered onto your face until your in the car and at least a mile down the road before you let the overthinking consume you. When you pull into the apartment parking you sit there, hands patting against your head in frustration. "Stupid, stupid, stupidβ¦" You need a bath to clear your mind. You step out of the car and a cold wind that shouldn't be there hits you. It nips at your still warm cheeks and pulls at your bag, almost pushing you up the stairs. You stumble, gripping your purse as you envision what herbs you might add into your bath tonight. Should you focus on clearing your mind or banishing the negative energy of the experience? What Is going to make you forget how awkward that was? A flashing light in the parking lot you just came from catches your attention. What are the police doing here? Sirens ring, the wind blows harder, the world feels off. A shiver of anticipation runs up your spine. The reason is unclear.
You creep further up the stairs, wanting to be out of sight and in your room if the cops going to be all over the place. As you fumble with your keys Kitty meows from the other side of the door. "I know, I know baby. Hold on." You can't seem to find the right key and the wind is blowing you even harder, pushing hair into your face and making it hard to say the key ring. The meow sounds again, but it's not coming from inside your apartment. You look behind you to see the neighbor cat, Lucy. What's she doing out here? She howls desperately, clearly lost and afraid of the wind. A groaning, creaking sound draws your vision. You look over to the sound, wondering if you've made it up. You're neighbors door is wide open. That's odd. "Come here Lucy baby, let's find your mamma."
You shove the keys in your pocket and scoop the cat up, inching towards the open door. The police you were hoping to avoid are milling about inside. Your next door neighbor is a middle aged woman, divorced -Β single. She keeps to herself and doesn't bother you much. you know she sees her kid every so often, shared custody. Aside from that she's as much of a cat mom as you. Lucy wouldn't be out here if she were ok. You slip into the apartment quietly. A woman in uniform notices you, nodding to you and gesturing to stay there. You plant your feet awkwardly, stroking the cat in what you hope is a calming reassurance. After a few moments the woman approaches you. "Ma'am I'm officer Cortez, what is your relationship to Diana Birch?" You frown at the mention of your neighbors full name. So somethingΒ hadΒ happened to her. "Nothing really, I'm just her neighbor. I found her cat outside my door. Can I ask what happened?" The officer looks at her notepad, then back up to you warily. "I suppose we're going to be asking you some questions anyways.. Tonight someone broke in and operated on Ms. Birch in her sleep. One of her kidney's was harvested and taken. She has no recollection of the event." Your heart drops and your throat becomes tight. A sense of dread washes over you. "Do you know anything about this?"
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"The knight who is posted outside your door, sworn to protect the princess. Yet he cannot protect himself from the sounds that grace his ears as your restless fingers slip between your thighs."
PAIRING.β‘ - Knight! Gojo x Princess! reader
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You lie on your side, face turned into the pillows in an attempt to keep yourself silent... one that isn't working. You know it's awful, and he can probably hear you, but you can't bring yourself to care.
Maybe you even want him to hear. You want him to know how desperate you are. For him to walk through the door right now. You want him to see you with your hands between your thighs, to call you a dirty little slut, and finish the job that your own pathetic fingers can't.
With growing unease throughout the kingdom and an assassin on the loose, it's only natural that security should be heightened. The king had declared that every member of the royal family should have a guard stationed outside their door. However, it's been over a month, and you have... needs. It doesn't help that the knight posted at your door was so fucking fine. You've been repressing yourself for far too long, and out of pure desperation, you don't care anymore.
Oh, but he cares.
He hears every moan and whimper, every shift of your body across the sheets, and he curses under his breath at the thought that it's your hands between your thighs and not his. He envisions you dragging your fingers across your puffy folds, the slick that spreads between them as you furiously rub your clit in a desperate search for release. His breath is heavy in his chest, and his armor is far, far too tight. You have created hell on earth for him, and you don't even know it. The poor, sweet princess with her fingers shoved in her pussy.. whining in frustration. He could do it so much better for you.
This routine goes on three nights in a row. Each night, Satoru bears the aching heat of hearing you. Come morning, he is released from his position, and the very second he is back in his quarters, he peels his armor off. He paws at the fabric of his tunic, hand gripped around his cock, thinking of all the delicious sounds you'd made all night. If only, IF ONLY it were him. He cums every time with the breath of your name on his lips.
Tonight, something is different. He's barely had any sleep, and the other members of the guard can be so incompetent. He can tell you feel it too as you stride towards your room with a furrow in your brow and your eyes towards the ground. You storm into the room, and he hears you through the door, tossing clothes around and brushing your hair with agitated vigor. The night progresses, and once again he begins to hear your sounds, but he can tell you're still frustrated. Your whines and whimpers turn into pitifully angry groans. They stir and abate as if you can't seem to get yourself all the way there. So close, yet he can tell you're trying again and again to no avail. After the long day and the lack of sleep- maybe he's delusional, but he holds his breath as he knocks on your door.
You nearly jump as you pull your night dress down and gather the sheets around you, sitting up in bed.
"May I help you?" You croak.
He chuckles to himself at the question. He should be the one asking that. He begins to have second thoughts but your voice is treacherously soft and he knows he's already to far gone.
"May I come in, princess?"
You swallow in anticipation and embarrassment as heat floods your cheeks. It was mortifying.. yes. However, you've been so very, very pent up. You've given up trying to keep yourself quiet. Perhaps you do want Satoru to hear. You couldn't help but notice him as he sparred with the younger knights on the castle grounds. Broad shoulders, large hands, and that hint of feminine charm that makes men unreasonably attractive. You bite your lip.
"Yes. You may."
The door opens with a soft *click* and Satoru steps in. You hold eye contact for almost a minute before he sighs and removes his sword from his belt, placing it against the door.
"Sir Gojo."
"Look, princess. I know what you do these nights." He taps on the wall. "These are paper-thin."
You look towards the ground, unable to hold his gaze as he moves toward the bed, stepping out of his armor until he's in a tunic and the loose pants that he wears underneath. Your eyes drift towards the noticeable problem he faces between his legs, now visible through the thin fabric, and you feel your mouth water.
"I can make you feel so good. Take care of you, give you what you need. I know you think about it. I think you want me to hear you. Want me thinking about that pussy. 'Bought how good you taste... How well you could take me."
Your eyes lift to meet his again, and he is inches away from you, standing at the foot of your bed with one knee on the mattress, the other still planted on the floor, as if he's waiting.
"Would you like that, princess? Would you like me to help you? Reach all those spots that you can't get?"
You nod shyly, drawing the sheets further around you.
"Fraid' I can't give you what you want until I hear you say it M'lady."
"Yes, Sir Go-"
"Saturo," He whispers.
Yes, Saturo.. please help me"
It comes out as a breath, barely a whisper. But that's all he needs. He's on the bed in an instant, hands coming to cup your face as his lips crash against yours. You allow the weight of the kiss to push you back into the pillows as he cages you with his body. He's so fucking big... I mean, he's a knight for a reason. His body completely covers yours, making you feel so fucking small. He takes hold of your wrists as he moves to place open-mouth kisses down your neck. He pauses to smile against your skin as he pins your wrists above your head with one hand and slides the other along your neck. He chuckles, and you feel puffs of breath against the wet skin, making you shiver.
"Feeling protected yet? You know what the king would do to me if he found me here?"
He moves to look directly at you and puts a finger to his lips.
"You're going to need to stay quiet for me princess. Quieter then you've been these past few nights."
You nod, rubbing your thighs together and wiggling in his grasp.
"I will, I promise.. just please.."
Tears prick your eyes with the desperation that weighs in your voice. Nights of unsuccessful attempts at taking care of yourself have you willing to do anything.
"Impatient, aren't we?"
He sits up, pulling his tunic over his head to reveal rippling muscles and a toned torso. His hands pull away the sheets you've gathered around yourself to see the disheveled state you're in, and he leans back to take it in. Lacy pink panties hang loose around your ankles. Your night gown is bunched up around your thighs, and he catches a glimpse of your pussy from beneath it. Your cheeks are flushed, your hair is tousled, and tears prick your eyes. To think he'd ever see the princess in such a state.
"Aw, poor baby. You've been trying to get off all night, haven't ya? I'm sorry I left you waiting so long, sweet thing."
Fingers creep up your thighs, moving to take your nightgown off.
"I'm here now. Let me make it better.."
He savors each inch of skin that is revealed. Once you are bare in front of him, his hands trace your curves, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumbs. He rubs your thighs, nails digging into the plush skin as he moves your legs to sit around his waist. Leaning in, he whispers
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this."
Calloused fingers cup your breasts as open-mouth kisses trail across your collarbone. You arch into his touch instinctively. His mouth draws its attention to your nipples, taking one into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it as he looks up at you through hooded eyes. He sucks and laves at the bud, coaxing soft noises out past your lips. Your hand goes to his hair, carding through the white strands and pulling his head back ever so slightly to get a better look at his face.
"Toru..." You whine.
Satoru mumbles something, squeezing your breasts together and taking both nipples between his teeth. Heat pools in your tummy as he works. You're growing impatient. You push his forehead away, and he groans in protest.
"Satoru. I've been trying for hours... I need it."
His lips tug into a smirk as he pulls away, trailing his fingers down your waist.
"Patience, your highness. I ought to go back out to that hallway and resume my post. But I'm here.. let me take my time on you."
His hands come back to cup your tits.
"So soft."
You squirm against him, bucking your hips against the fabric of his pants, trying to find some sort of friction. He abandons your chest and moves his hands down to squeeze at the plush of your inner thighs. He trails his finger closer and closer, finding the inner crease of your thigh and stopping there. His eyes dart back to yours, unwavering.
"Can I taste you?"
You hesitantly nod. He moves back to lie on his chest, pulling your legs over his shoulders and finding a snug position between your thighs. His fingers press into your waist as his breath fans across your pussy lips. His eyes look up to yours again, searching for any sign of hesitation or discomfort, before gluing themselves back to your dripping cunt. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and you clench at nothing. Your body burns under his gaze. You screw your eyes shut in anticipation.
His tongue flattens itself against your pussy, licking a fat stripe up from your aching hole to your buzzing clit. You shudder at the unfamiliar sensation. One of his hands leaves your waist to intertwine his fingers with yours and clutch at your hand. He returns to your puffy, sad clit- sore from attempt after attempt to get yourself off, yet so deliciously sensitive. You can't seem to stop the moan that slips past your lips. Satoru mumbles something about being quiet into your cunt, but the vibrations only serve to draw more cries. His lips latch onto your clit as his free hand comes down to test your entrance. They circle once, twice... before one finds its way in.
He begins pumping his fingers inside you, curving them in a way that hits justttt righttt. Butterflies explode in your stomach, the long-awaited pleasure taking your breath away. His lips release your clit with a wet pop, and he grins.
"Feel good, baby? I fucking bet it does..."
His fingers hit a particular spot, and you have to cover your mouth to muffle the sound that leaves your body.
"Need you to cum for me. Can you do that?"
You hardly register the words, but you manage to repeat:
"Yesyesyesyes."
You chant the word over and over again like a mantra.
Your eyes squeeze shut once more as you anticipate the sensation pooling in your core.
"So close Toru' I need it!"
Satoru smiles against your cunt as he lowers his face to suckle at your clit again, the added stimulation pushing you towards the edge.
"I can't... fuckkkk! toru' I'm-"
Hands bury themselves in his hair as you reach your climax, thighs trapping him exactly where he wants to be. He removes his fingers, tongue lapping up your release and easing you down from your high. Your body trembles and you fall limp into the pillows, blissfully dazed.
He chuckles as he crawls up your body to plant a kiss on your lips, and you taste yourself on his tongue.
"You did so good for me, pretty girl."
Toru drags his face away from yours to slide down the fabric still left on his body. When his dick comes into view, you choke a bit.
"Ready for it?"
Your jaw hangs open ever so slightly, eyes wide.
"Toru, that's not going to fit in me."
He chuckles. The comment goes straight to his ego, despite how often he hears something similar. Every fair maiden wants to fuck a rugged knight. He knows it will fit. It always does.
"Yes it will pretty. Shhh, don't worry 'bout it. I promise I'll go slow for you. Gon' make you feel good."
His hands come up to caress your face before traveling down between your bodies. One hand rubs distracting circles against your clit as the other lines his leaky tip up with your twitching entrance. He kisses you on the cheek before directing you to keep your eyes on his. Those piercing blue eyes bore into you, clouding your mind. You muster all of your courage not to look down, but you can tell just from the tip tapping on your pussy that it's going to be a fucking stretch.
He nudges the tip inside, and you sound something ungodly as a cry is wretched from your throat. You burrow your face into his neck, holding him close as he continues to push inside of you bit by bit. He stops about midway.
"Fuck- *hah* You.. you ok baby? How you doin'? You wan me to stop here for a m-inute?"
His voice is breathy, and his chest is heaving. The stretch burns the slightest bit but it's overwhelmed by the pleasure spreading up inside of you. The thumb on your clit doesn't stop, and the idea of having him fully inside of you is becoming a necessity.
"No.. no please Satoru. Keep- keep going please."
"Need you to relax for me." *shit* He pants as he continues to push on. "It's ok baby, it's just me. It's just me."
You force yourself to relax as he pushes further towards your core. He finally bottoms out and just rests there with you for a moment, peppering kisses against your face as he adjusts your leg to allow a better angle.
"Is it ok for me to move?"
Your words die in your throat, and all you can offer is a desperate little nod. Lucky he's as desperate as you are, or he might've forced the words out of you, but he just sighs with a smirk and offers you an:
"All right then."
His hips pull out slowly, and you whine at the loss. He takes you in for a minute before thrusting back in - still slow. He continues like that, allowing you to adjust to his length before he picks up the pace. Gradually at first, until he's pushing your legs towards your shoulders, leaning in to grasp your hand as he hits a spot that makes you sob. Tears of relief streak down your face. Tears of finally getting fucked exactly the way you need. He coos at you as his hips slam against yours and laps the tears off of your cheeks, kissing you so you can taste the salt on his lips. The noise of skin against skin is wet and lewd, and Satoru's pace has become unrelenting. Through dizzying pleasure, worries of being caught prick the back of your mind. The thoughts are gone before they even surfaces as you submit yourself to the absolute force of nature that is Saturo Gojo.
"You're doing so good for me, baby. So fucking good. Yes, you are *fuck!* yes you are.β
His hand brushes your hair out of your face as he babbles praise into your ear. His hand returns again to your clit as he coerces you towards the edge once more.
βTa-aking me so- so fucking good. Such a good fucking girl."
Your breathing quickens and your body tenses as you feel it brewing in your stomach. Your hands grip Satoru's back. Clawing their way across his skin. They hardly make a dent in the broad knight's skin. You mewl and whine as the tip hits a spongey spot inside of you that you didn't know existed. His thumb rubs furious figure eights into your cunt, and your eyes fly open, drawn to his.
"Toru' I'm close. I'm so c-close." you sob "wanna- wanna cum with you."
He grunts as he angles his hips.
"Oh, really?" He intends it to come out smug, but you can tell he's as far gone as you are.
"You wanna cum with me?"
He hits that spot again, and you choke out a whiney "Yes, Saturo, I need it- need it p-please ", his thumb on your clit, making your head fuzzy.
"F- fucking do it then. Don't run from i-it. Cum for me, pretty."
Your head tips back, and your lips part in a silent scream as you reach the brink. He leans down to roughly kiss you as the wave of release crashes over you. He moans into your mouth as he feels liquid pooling beneath you and running down the base of his dick, dripping down his balls.
"Holy shit, princess."
The sight of you squirting on him sends him over the edge, and his hips stutter as he pulls you into his body. He hums into the crook of your neck and his grip tightens. Thick ropes of cum fill your cunt, leaving a frothy ring around the base of his dick as he shallowly thrusts a few more times to ride out his high. He stays inside of you like that for a minute, panting. His eyes search your own as the aftershocks of both your realeases wash over you. Your face is molded into a hazy, fucked-out smile. Satoru grins, gently poking at your forehead.
"Should've been doing this since night one..."
He huffs as he pulls out, and you shiver at the loss. Your pussy drips with your mixed releases. He lies next to you on his side, propping his head up on one arm. You sigh and turn to face him. He sits studying your face for what seems forever as you regain your senses. Finally, after some time he teases:
"Were my... *services* as a knight well suited to your needs, your highness?"
You turn your face into the pillows to hide, the realization that you'd just allowed a knight to fuck you in your quarters rushing through your head.
"Satoru, this absolutely cannot get out." Your voice comes muffled through the pillows.
The knight chuckles.
"Don't worry, princess, I'm not the one who has a problem keeping their mouth shut."
You huff and throw a pillow in his general direction without looking. You hear a thud, and Satoru's laughing falters, so you assume success. He smiles softly at your buried face. He's already contemplating the next few nights at his station. If there really was an assassin loose, wouldn't the best way to protect you be staying as close as possible anyway?
"Return to your post, Sir Gojo. Before someone notices you're gone."
You hear Satoru shift, and a hand against the side of your cheek lifts your face from the pillows. Your flushed face burns against the cool air, and his expression grows smug as he recognizes the effect he has on you.
"As you wish, princess."
--
Sir Saturo Gojo's list of duties spans on. He trains the younger knights, holds a post at the palace gates, escorts royal officials on their comings and goings, and guards the princess's door by night. His favorite duty on this list, however, comes to be keeping her royal highness' pussy stuffed full in the following nights. Slipping into her room as soon as he knows he won't be bothered. Letting their bodies collide as he urges her to keep quiet. This is the best way to protect the princess after all. How much closer can he be to her?
If anyone asks, he's defending her from a presumed ruthless assassin and definitely not from a rumor he made up in hopes of getting closer to her majesty.
(reblogs are greatly appreciated <3)
(Reblogs w tags we might be making out rn π½π½)
Kirishima who is so sweet. Practically made of sugar.. until your behind closed doors.
Heβs so nice to everyone. Such a little angel! Your friends are always telling you how lucky you are to have such a sweetheart on your hands. They all coo as he walks by, telling you how lovely you look today and dropping a kiss on your lips before slipping away. They assume heβs an angel in the bedroom too. You only smile and nod.
When he does finally get you alone heβs cruel. He has you on top of him, meaty hands gripping your hips and leaving red indents in the plush skin. He slides you up and down his cock, chuckling as you whine.
βSβ too much Eiji. Canβt- canβt-β
βCanβt what sweet thing? Canβt get enough of my dick?β
You're on your nth orgasm of the night and holding on for dear life. At first you were eager to ride him, but when your fucked out little body couldnβt take it anymore Eijiro took it into his own hands. He flips you over onto your back and you nearly fall asleep, exhausted. However her lines himself up with your entrance and thrusts into you, wrapping his thick fingers around your neck to wake you up.
βPractically begging for it, wearing that slutty little skirt out. *hah* fucking animals couldnβt keep their eyes of-f youβ
You whine in response as you feel him hitting all the right places inside you. His hands move to push your legs back and he hits even deeper, leaning down to mumble in your ear.
βI know what you wanβ- fuckin pretty slut, jus begging to be filled up.β *hah, fuck!* he grunts. βTell me who this pussy belongs to.β
His breath is hot on your neck and when one hand slips down to draw circles around your clit you mewl. You know what he wants to hear but itβs so much. His cock bullying your hole at a brutal pace, his fingers on your clit, his breath on your neck. Heβs all around you and inside you, itβs all Eijiro. He fills your senses. Youβre stuffed full of him. You feel your high approaching and you whine. The question is long forgotten. He kisses your cervix with each stroke and his fingers rub deliciously sloppy circles against your clit. You feel yourself arching off the bed, nails clawing down his back. You moan languidly.
βEiji I-β
Just like that it all stops. He pulls out, pulls away, just entirely separates himself from you.
βLetβs try that one more time.β
Your whining at the loss and your eyes slip to the floor. He grabs your chin forcing your gaze to meet his.
βWho's this cunt belong too?β
βYou Eiji! Sβ all for you!β
You canβt help but sob.
βSee, thatβs what I thought. Wasnβt so hard was it baby?β
Heβs kissing away your tears and cooing at you as he pushes his way inside you again. His voice is soft in stark contrast to the way he manhandles you like a doll. His mouth attaches itself to your collarbone, and he groans into your skin.
βThis pussy's all mine. Need you t' take this dick like a good fucking girl. I know you can. Know you can do it f'me.β
You sob as you once again approach your release.
"I can! I c-an! Wanna take it for you! Need you to fill me up pleasepleasepleaseEijipleaseohmygodddd."
Eijiro chuckles at just how fucked out you are. He holds your cock-drunk little face in his hands and he can see the stars dancing behind your eyes as you approach your high. He reaches down to again press circles into your bud and you grip him like your soul is leaving your body. He groans in your ear.
"I'm almost there baby. Gon' give it all to you. Fill m-y girl up.. put a fucking b-baby n you. You want that?"
Your chanting his name like a prayer, can't even register what he's saying.
"Cum with me baby."
Your body goes rigid and you arch your back, trembling, as the waves of your release wash through you. Eijiro's hips stutter once, then twice as he cums inside of you, cradling your body and burying his face in your neck. He rides it out with a few more gentle strokes, rubbing your clit a few more times to push you through your orgasm, before he comes to a stop. He rests there comfortably inside of you for a minute. You sigh exhaustedly and go limp into his touch, letting him cradle you as you both catch your breath. A smirk graces his lips as his eyes travel down your body, landing on your sopping cunny.
"Oh no sweet thing you made such a big mess. Looks like I need to clean you up..."
He slips down to settle his face between your thighs, and grins at you sweetly, before hoisting your legs over his shoulders and settling his hands on your waist. He pulls your dripping pussy towards his mouth. You pant heavily as your hands find purchase in his hair. He laps up the mixture of cum and squirt dripping out of you and tongue fucks it back into you as you squirm at the soreness.
"Such a mess.." He moans into your folds, sending delicious shivers through your spine. Your pussy flutters. Your fingers card through his hair as you moan his name.
"Eiji *hah* you're gonna drive me crazy I can'tttt"
He continues to tongue your cunt, lidded, glassy eyes holding contact with yours.
"I don't really care baby m' gonna make you"
Eijiro Kirishima is all smiles and sunshine until he has you to himself.
ααα’ TAGS: Fem reader, fingering (receiving), reader's first sexual experience, unprotected piv, implied yandere Flins. MDNI; ageless and blank blogs don't interact.
ααα’ SUMMARY: Finding yourself in an unfamiliar room, you soon discover it's thanks to a kind ratnik who came to your rescue. Just in time before you died. However, there's a constant feeling that there's more than meets the eye regarding your hospitable savior.
ααα’ WORD COUNT: 6k+
ααα’ A/N: oh...oh lord.....this oneshots long overdue since it was part of last years kinktober.........πi think this is the longest oneshot ive written recently :'D i finished faster the parts i thought i would struggle with and the ones i thought would be easier........i struggled a little :'D idk why haha but its here finallyyyy | αβ ^. .^β . . . GENSHIN MASTERLIST | KINKTOBER 2025 MASTERLIST
A sting jolted you awake from your slumber, eyes seeking the origin of it.
It first lands on the hand holding a gauze, using it to clean the wound on your abdomen. All that your drowsy mind allowed you to do was to blink, any sense of urgency akin to faint murmurs in the back of your head.
Next, they traveled upwards, past the black sleeve of his coat, the silver belts near his shoulder⦠You lingered a second longer than necessary on the general visage of his face before you ended your journey in his pale yellow irises. Both eerie from the unusual color to the lack of a visible pupil.
Thatβs when the urgency that lay dormant during previous minutes burst into your chest, urging you to sit up and stutter questions you canβt formulate yet.
Despite your clumsy attempts at grasping at what clues you could to understand your current circumstance, the gentleman who had rescued you amidst the frigid fog removed his hand from you and waited for you to calm down.
βMiss, please, youβll open your wound if you keep tussling like that.β
That was all it took for you to stop.
Right. Now that he mentioned that, bits of memories came back to you.
You just wanted to take a stroll, but the Wild Hunt appeared and attacked you.Β You thought you were gone for good, and shortly after, you lost consciousness.
With a different perspective on the circumstances, you glanced once again at the man sitting on a chair next to the bed. Your heartbeat had returned to normal, and your fingers werenβt trembling anymore. Instead, you now recognized the distinctive uniforms ratniks used.
βIβmβIβm sorry for making a scene. I didnβt recognize you or this place,β a subtle ticklish feeling arises in your ears, embarrassed by how you reacted. βThank youβ¦for helping me.β
βThis is simply part of my duty as a Lightkeeper,β seeing as you werenβt in a mood to fight anymore, he leaned closer. βIβll continue to clean this wound here. Is that okay? Iβve got to ask, lest you start a wrestling match against an invisible force again.β
He said that last sentence with a playing cadence. Perhaps to soothe your anxiety with a banter like that of a friend, or to veil the frustration of having to deal with the quite tricky patient you turned out to be.
βAh, yes, you can continue.β you laughed nervously.
After a few minutes of monitoring this ratnik tending to your gash, the more at ease you were. Despite being a stranger, you felt secure with how he treated you, his poise, and his manners. It was a rather unusual notion to be soothed by someone whose identity you didnβt know yet.
βWhatβs your name?β you blurted out after contemplation.
βFor simplicityβs sake, you can call me Flins.β
βFlins,β you repeated, delighted to know the name of your rescuer. It matched him. Like the source of a flame ablaze in the middle of a dense mist, orβin a less poetic mannerβlike the flint burning inside the lantern attached to his polearm. Wait, could flint stones cause flames of that color? βI feel indebted to you. Tomorrow, letβs go eat something tasty!β
You expected him to smile or show a hint of gladness in his eyes; instead, his lips didnβt curve upwards a single inch. However, he didnβt furrow his eyebrows, so your comment didnβt displease him either. You werenβt sure what went through his mind.
βTomorrowβ¦Hm. Iβm vexed to be the bearer of bad news, but Iβm afraid heading back to the city tomorrow is too soon for you. Youβre at risk of it opening if you travel that far.β
So that was the root of that odd silence.
βRight. Itβs okay, I can wait. Of course, it is in my best interest not to hurt myself again, ha... Then, when Iβm all healed up to leave, letβs go eat somewhere nice.β
Although a bit delayed, this time, a smile appeared.
βOf course.β
In the meantime, you had to be content with what he brought you to eat.
For a thunderstorm that made the worn-down walls inside the lighthouse frigid, a soup was fitting for the occasion. It wafted off the soft aroma of firewood and broth into your nostrils when Flins handed you the bowl.
βDid you already eat?β you asked before Flins retreated from the room. You wanted to ask him to eat here with you, to keep you company. The room, sparsely decorated and furnished with the basics, wasnβt the idea of coziness, to be precise.
βI did.β
You were a bit dejected, looking forward to more of his company, but you didnβt want to be a burden, so you brushed it off.
You hadnβt realized until now that you were starving and downed up the soup.
Once you were done with it, you left it on the small nightstand on your side. You didnβt want to bother him further; he had been beyond helpful so far. Itβs a matter of time before he comes back to retrieve the bowl. Besides, you doubt heβd be able to hear you if you shouted in the middle of this downpour. Lightning and thunder illuminated the sky.
With some effort, you sat up straighter again to look at the state of your injury. Fighting back against the discomfort, you managed to prop yourself up enough to gain an eyeful of it.
The swelling was fresh, the clean sutures held the raised skin together. You couldnβt remember what happened then, but whoever landed an attack on you didnβt hold back. When you breathed, you could feel the pull the sutures evoked.
You thanked Flins in your mind for being sensible and not allowing you to leave in this state. It was the perfect recipe for disaster.
The sound of Flins turning the doorknob and entering made you redirect your attention to him.
βI hope the soup was to your liking. Given how isolated this island is from main supply routes, sustenanceβs variety is rather limited,β Flins grabbed the bowl.
βNo complaints, at all. Iβll sleep like a baby.β
Flins offered a succinct chuckle.
βThat puts my mind at ease,β as Flins was about to leave, he looked at you over his shoulder. βIf you need anything else, Iβll be by the room next to yours.β
With that, you were again alone in this dim room, the air tinged with sea salt. For a moment, you considered turning the candle on the nightstand off and heading off to sleep.
For some reason, the room you stayed in intrigued you.
If you closed your eyes and remained in silence, you could hear the faint sound of waves crashing into the rocks.
Youβve heard some ratniks spent their whole life in a place like this, which you couldnβt wrap your mind around. Living in a place like this, despite being surrounded by the sea and being close to a beach, seemed rather solitary. Nod-Kraiβs climate didnβt provide much of a warm, vacation-like spot in this location.
The worn-out wooden floor creaked when you placed a foot on it.
You used the wall for support, heading in the direction of the shelves. It took you time to reach there, considering the wound on your abdomen, but you handled it well. You didnβt rush towards it, you took deliberate, gentle steps.
You wanted to find something boring on this shelf to read and see if that aided you in falling asleep faster.
Thatβs when you wondered: was this his room?
You shook your head at the thought. Why would he allow a stranger to sleep in his personal space? This had to be the guest room, or something like that.
If you tried to reach the books placed on the sections that surpassed your height, an immediate pain would immobilize you. Thus, you stuck with the ones at your eye level.
You skimmed through the book spines, searching for the one whose title sounded the most boring.
NodKrai Coastal Lighthouse Regulations and Emergency Protocols, Shipping Routes and Beacon Signals: A Reference Compendium, Standard Maintenance Procedures for Coastal Lighthouses (4th Edition), Essential First Aid for Coastal Work Accidentsβ¦ Β
Well, finding a book that sounded uninteresting proved to be an effortless task here.
Your hand hovered over the first one you saw, but you couldnβt look away from that last title. It was an odd one, wasnβt it?Β
After one more speck of hesitation, you stayed truthful to your main justification for nosing around the bookshelf and ended up pulling the one about coastal regulations. Besides, you didnβt want to get in trouble.
You made it back to bed, book in hand, and opened it up on a random page. The more sentences you read upon walls and walls of text, the drowsier you became. Before long, your sight grew blurry, unable to make heads or tails of what you read, and you fell asleep with the book sprawled across your lap.Β
First thing in the morning, the dull pain from your injury greeted you before the sunlight did. The window lacked any curtains, and the first rays of sunrise were enough to pull you out of your rest. You groaned, trying to turn around to sleep facing the opposite side, but the ache in your abdomen impeded it.Β
Seeing as it was useless trying to go back to sleep with the sun blazing across the sky, you got out of bed and headed outside in search of Flins.Β
βFlins?β you asked, and raised your fist to knock on the door, but when you saw it was ajar, you gave it a light push.Β
This room sure was messier than the one you were using.Β
It was crammed with shelves and file cabinets, folders and papers tossed on a large desk that barely fit between said shelves. Amid this chaos, the sole thing with a sense of order was a twin-sized bed cornered in the back, the sheet and pillow in their place.Β
You were about to step back out when Flinβs unexpected appearance behind you made you flinch.
βMy apologies. I was about to greet you, but it seems you beat me to it,β Flins said with a polite smile, but the amused hint in his voice revealed more than that. βGood morning, by the way...βΒ
Despite the underlying tone of amusement laced in his voice, his presence and overall demeanor were benign, treating you with the same hospitality he did last night.Β
You couldnβt pinpoint whatβs with this knot in your stomach, however.
βThis room was meant to be used as a guest room,β he continued, βbut since visitors hardly stayed long enough to need it, I ended up repurposing it into a storage room.β
You realized you mightβve given off a judgmental gaze at him without realizing it.Β Β
βAh, no. I was justββ
βNo need to apologize. I discerned your curiosity and sated it, thatβs it,β He waved it off. βI presume you were looking for me because you are hungry.β
This man was adept at reading people. It was scary.
With little else to add, you wanted to follow Flins to the kitchen. He insisted you stay in bed to rest, but you were tired of being cooped in there and convinced him to let you accompany him.Β
You took the handrail leading down the spiral staircase, but Flins offered his arm instead.
βAllow me to help you.β
His firm arm now provided you with support while you descended the stairs.
In view of the proximity, you noted the lack of warmth he exuded, even if he wore layers. Not like you were expecting him to be something akin to a human furnace, though the realization made it difficult to ignore.
Once in the kitchen, it resembled the overall aesthetic of the lighthouseβs interior: a reduced space, its walls with traces of saline humidity, and the basic amenities that should be in a kitchen. The lighthouse, itβs built with utility in mind. Nothing else.
You sit on a chair as you chat with him, knowing him better. Until your recovery, this was the singular person you would interact with.
βAre you the only lightkeeper here? Or do you rotate your stay with other coworkers?β
Yet again, another detail you couldnβt ignore. Being stuck in a small piece of land like this, in the middle of a cemetery and all alone, sure sounds depressing.
βItβs just me,β Flins said as he lit the stove.
βThat sounds hard. How do you deal with loneliness?β
βI have visitors, on occassions. Aside from that, my light-keeping duties keep me occupied as it is. Oh, and the ghosts that roam the island are quite entertaining individuals.β
He was messing with you, rightβ¦
Now that the conversation has ended up on a bit tense note, it wasnβt the first time something in your guts bothered you. Aside from the wound, that is. There was a chance you didnβt notice them yesterday given the novelty of your situation, but now you are in better condition than last night.
The longer you surveyed him while he was busy, the more that turmoil grew.
βHere.β Flins placed a warm grain porridge on the table. You expected him to have breakfast too, but he didnβt.
βAre you not having breakfast?β
βI ate a few hours ago.β
He was about to leave, but, unlike yesterday, you did speak your thoughts.
βCould you keep me company? I donβt like to eat aloneβ¦β
Flins walked back again to the table.
βWhyβs that? Are you afraid any of the ghosts will bother you?β he pulled the chair out and sat. βThey wonβt harm you. If anything, theyβll scurry away before you get close.β
Again, with the ghost thing. You suspected he wasnβt joking anymore. This lighthouse was in a cemetery, after all.
βIβm not scared of them.β
However, you couldnβt shake off the feeling that he wasnβt human. That scared you.
βItβs the first time Iβve ever spoken to a lightkeeper. Excuse my curiosity, but what does a day look like for you?β
βMost of it is spent monitoring the coast and the sea in search of any abyss or Wild Hunt creature thatβs roaming. Few routes navigate around here, but part of my duty is still to be on the lookout for any shipwreck that may arise. I also fuel lamps, wind the clockwork, and maintain the tower,β His voice was steady and candid, not an ounce of irritation in it.
βAndβ¦the ghosts?β
βYou wonder if theyβre frightening? Not at all. Most of them were former ratniks like me. Some of them I knew before they fell in battle. Some are unruly, but theyβre harmless, nonetheless.β
The conversation proved useful to get more familiar with him and soothed you of your turmoil for the time being.
You followed Flins around, at least as far as your injury allowed you to. True to his words, Flinβs schedule followed what he described. For the following week, you even got to see him in action dissipating the hordes of abyssal monsters and aiding those sailors that were lost.
Thatβs how life with Flins went.
The situation made it easy for you to grow fond of him, as he was the single face youβd seen on a day to day basis. The first one to greet and the last one to say goodnight to. You grew used to his schedule, to his routine, and it being vice versa was true. It has been a mere week, and that sense of familiarity was ingrained already.
You had a life to go back to. People who waited for you to come back. You had sent a letter to your closest ones, reassuring them that you were in good care and you would get back as soon as possible, but that wasnβt enough. Walking short distances and making it down the stairs wasnβt uncomfortable anymore. It was time for you to part.
You left the change of clothes Flins lent you on the bed. You now wore the clothes he had found you in first. Flins was always doing something; it was a mystery for you to figure out when he took the time to wash it. Unless he slept less than the recommended amount, that was.
You found Flins occupied in the maintenance room, fixing an auxiliary lamp.
βIβm leaving.β
Flins tightening the bolt was your immediate answer.
ββYou may not.β
You paused your steps in front of the door.
He didnβt even bother looking at you when he answeredβdidnβt bother to drop the wrench he was using.
ββ¦Why?β
βSeven days is not enough for an abdominal laceration to withstand a trek to Nasha Town,β at last, he raised his head to look at you. It was his turn to halt his movements, redirecting his concern to you. βThe discomfort of walking over small periods of time might have calmed down, but you need more rest.β
Youβre not surprised this was his reaction. He was the best host youβve ever met, and he took seriously his determination to nurse you back to health.
βI really need to go back, though. If only my family werenβt worried about me, I would take it easy, but knowing theyβve been restless these past days, I need to return.β
Flins left the wrench on the floor and abandoned his crouched position to stand up and walk close to you. You craned your head up to meet his gaze, devoid of urgency.
He wasnβt looking at you, though. Instead, he centered on the glove he was removing from his right hand. The glove was slick with oil, from fixing the lantern. Youβd never seen him without them until now.
βI promise Iβll be fine. Besides, I promised to treat you to a nice mealβow!β
You winced, that sharp and unpleasant pain from your wound throbbed when Flins poked it. With calculated force, he had tapped it. Not jab, not thrust. A tap. It was gentle, but firm enough for you to feel it.
βOn the outside, the skin has started to close. Everything else beneath is still swollen and sensitive. You wonβt make it outside of this isle without the pain debilitating you.β
For a second there, you felt you needed to insist, but the wavering pain from Flinβs poke made you reconsider it. So far, you had walked short distances, but you hadnβt tried a longer one.
βIβd suggest you wait, at the very least, another week. Even then, you would need to take breaks in between.β
Somehow, the wait for another week to pass was long for you. Even though your host provided you with everything you needed, that didnβt deter boredom from reaching you. On certain days, you would keep company, spending hours chatting with him while guarding the coast from the top of the lighthouse, or be content with watching him repair the complicated mechanisms integrated into the tower.
Against all odds, your additional source of βentertainmentβ was him.
You didnβt want to muse too much about whether he was a human or not, and you didnβt dare ask him. That would be rude, wouldnβt it? No, donβt think about that.
Thus, you pushed those inferences to the deepest nooks of your mind and tried to find a pastime with what you had available.
You stared at the bookshelf.
Itβs not much.
Fingertips grazed along the bookβs spines, searching for a title that would pique your interest, if any.
Civilian Observation Records.
Right. The first time you found yourself in this exact position, you avoided that one. You also remembered that day you found the book you took the night prior back in its place. When you woke up, you had left it on the bed. That meant Flins picked it up and returned it to the bookshelf.
He knew you were snooping around his books. Yet, he didnβt reprimand you for it. Maybe he didnβt mind?
Because technical manuals filled the rest of the shelf. You were bored out of your mind, Flins was asleep, and you, on the other hand, couldnβtβyou reasoned that it wouldnβt hurt to peek.
Log #345
Weather: Overcast, light snow
Visibility: Moderate
Civilian Presence: Two individuals
Subjects crossed the shoreline path heading west. No deviation from established routes was observed. No signs of distress.
Operational impact: None
Action taken: None
Log #357
Weather: Windy
Visibility: Reduced after dusk
Civilian presence: Three individuals
Unfamiliar with terrain. Adjusted course after environmental exposure increased.
Operational Impact: None
Action taken: Provided directions. No further contact.
Well, you hoped youβd find something interesting here, but so far, everything was innocuous. You felt a bit silly. What were you expecting to read here?
Log #483
Weather: Calm
Visibility: High
Civilian presence: One individual
Subject remained within the perimeter longer than average. Behavior is consistent with previous observation. No approach deemed necessary.
Operational impact: None
Action taken: Continued observation
You pushed the book back into its place. It was as boring as the others.
The good news was that you were drowsy enough to go back to sleep. First, though, you needed a quick trip to the bathroom.
It has been two weeks since Flins has taken the responsibility of aiding your recovery, and you were still to getting used to how hollow the hallway was at night. During the day, it wasnβt as long and desolate as it is at these hours. It wouldnβt be far-fetched to assume it was the mindβs ploy at work, the human brain masters the art of filling in the blanks with information that clouds the rationale. While you walked to the bathroom, you hugged yourself, seeking a sliver of warmth amidst the low temperature.
Your breath hitched when a metallic sound reverberated from a room down the hallway. A hard lump you swallowed, both intrigued to investigate and ready to run back to the room at the slightest out-of-place occurrence.
When you peeked through the ajar door, you discovered it was Flins. His back to the door. Wasnβt he supposed to be asleep?
You strained your sight more, fighting to discern the figure shrouded in the dimly lit room. Unable to distinguish the details of what was on the table, you squinted more. A sudden purplish light emerged from the front, which you couldnβt tell its source, given Flins blocked out the view without knowing.
That shouldβve been your cue to leave. To turn back and move on.
Stretching your neck a little, you unearthed the reason Flins didnβt share a meal with you. He never sat down to eat with you during the morning, the afternoon, or the night.
The bluish purple light emerged from the lamp Flins never failed to carry around with him. It formed a consistent path of light from its core to the plate on the table. What was on the plate, you didnβt bother with the details, too entranced with what he was doing instead.
This answered your questions about whether he was a human being or not.
You should feel unnerved at such a bizarre display. What kind of creature consumed sustenance in this manner? Notwithstanding the unsettling exhibition, you couldnβt find it in yourself to disregard his kindheartedness and the time he has invested in helping you solely because of this. However, your stomach formed a pit at this discovery. It was a rather conflictive clash of emotions.
For the remaining two days before you could make a safer trip, cohabitating with Flins took on a more bittersweet feeling for you. You did treat him as you had been doing before you saw him do that the previous night, still chattedβ¦but looking him straight in the eyes became strenuous. Once again, youβd grown vigilant whenever in his presence and realized the reason for some of his habits. Why he didnβt eat with you, didnβt ask you for help even if the task was minimal, why he waited for you to step aside before entering a roomβ¦ Those were things aligned with what youβve heard and read about fae.
The day of your departure arrived at last.
βI see youβre ready to leave.β
Flins offered one of his usual tranquil smiles. When he found you tying your shoelaces, supporting your foot on a stool because your injury wouldnβt allow you to kneel yet, he wasnβt shaken or surprised.
βI canβt stay here any longer. I donβt think itβs fair. Iβve taken too much of your time andβ¦resources,β you switched onto your other foot. Even though the stool was a great help, a slight discomfort was present.
βThat was never a problem for me.β
There it was again. You were thankful for his unending kindness.
Thatβs why you couldnβt take advantage of itβof him.
βIβd feel more at ease if you could, perchance, wait another week? That wayβ¦β
βI canβt.β You knew where it was going. Done tying your shoelaces, you straightened your posture to face him. βFlins, I canβt thank you enough for what youβve done. I promised I would treat you to something nice. Wait for me, please. I promise Iβll be back.β
He was silent for a heartbeat longer than you expected, and that catapulted yours into a frenzy.
βI understand. Then Iβll be anticipating your return soon.β
You werenβt lying when you said you would come back, but it wasnβt in your plans for it to be soon. Regardless, you didnβt bother making that correction and said your farewell to him.
As you walked away, the lighthouse cast a shadow that fell over the path you followed. Its towering presence sent a swarm of memories, even if you werenβt looking at it. The sea salt, which had been present in the air since the first day, diminished the further you made it until its existence turned into mere recollection.
You made it back home. Your reunion with family and friends is buoyant, cheering your return, safe and sound. Routines, schedules, everything that represented your life fell back into place.
It was miserable how unfulfilled you felt, however.
Two weeks have passed since you returned, but you itched to go back to that island. To the lighthouse. To Flins. You couldnβt shake him off your mind, no matter how you fought to do it.
You missed him.
Three simple words that burdened your heart with an indescribable weight.
It didnβt take long for you to retrace your path back to Flins.
He was outside, performing his daily sweep of petals, twigs, and blades of grass that found their way to the tombstones.
βWhere are you taking me to eat?β
Flinsβs back was towards you, yet you could hear the upward tilt of his smile seeping through his voice.
βYou did something to me, didnβt you?β
βPerchance, you mean acting as a medical staff and healing your wounds?β
βWay beyond that,β with decided endeavor, you stepped closer to him. You didnβt shy away from his gaze this time, you faced him straight on. The one that made you alert the first time you saw them now unleashed butterflies in your stomach. βYouβre a fae. You enchanted me, and now I canβt shake you off my head.β
With this, Flins stopped what he was doing and came closer to you, standing right before you. His gloved hand found your cheek, his thumb on your cheekbone, as he tilted your face upwards.
βDoes this frighten you?β
Did he mean how close he was, how he held your face like a lover would, the catastrophe he sat loose, or what he did to you if your suspicions were correct?
You shook your head no and leaned into his touch.
When the flutter in your insides turned from a pit to a warm sensation that spread through your heart, you didnβt know. It didnβt matter anymore, following Flinβs steps to the privacy of his bedroom, where he held your face with those gloved hands and kissed you until breathless. You were yet to discover if his body exuded any warmth at all, but did those lips and tongue of his set yours ablaze. His lips subdued yours lovingly, hands not abandoning your cheeks and seeking more of you. He would scarf everything down until there was nothing left for anybody else.
Unfamiliar with having someone caress you this way, you did what you thought was natural to do in this situation by roaming your hands across his back, albeit the rest of your body was stiff. Not from rejection, but hesitation in your own actions. Was it alright if you touched his hair? What if he didnβt like it? Would it be too soon if you wrapped your legs around his hips?
His wet tongue abandoned yours, sensing the tension present in your actions. Not with the intention of impelling you or to complain. Flins was being attentive.
βItβs the first time Iβm doing this,β you beat him to it. You saw the question regarding the tautness of your body coming.
A hand abandoned its place on your cheek and sought yours instead, gripping it with tenderness.
βTo entrust me with something this vulnerableβ¦Iβm most honored.β His lips fluttered over your knuckles.
After he shrugged off the outer, heavy layers of his upper clothes and went back to his position on top of you to undo your pants. Once he slipped the article off, he slid a hand beneath your underwear, fingers nudging your hole. Until today, you were familiar with using your hand for this, and now that you felt what it was like to be stretched by something bigger, his touch ignited feelings, unlike another.
βDoes this feel right to you, or am I going too fast?β
Too slow, if anything.
You trapped his wrist before he pulled away.
βMore.β
Both endeared and amused by your demand, and with a chuckle, Flins heeded your words.
βFlins,β you moaned and spread your arms open, signaling for him to embrace you. βYouβre far.β
Whether you were confusing your own bodyβs temperature or you had unveiled Flinβs warmth when he leaned down to wrap an arm around you, you took delight in it, regardless. His chest snug against yours, and you longed to remove more of your clothing, but the intensity of his measured movements into your insides and thumb stroking your clit made you forget about it fast.
In no time, Flins had you thrashing from pleasure on his bed as he worked your pussy open, making the insides of your thighs sticky from how much arousal dripped. You held him tight, your breath quick against his shoulder.
βLook at me, my dear. No need to be so bashful,β Flinsβs thumb grazed your chin, prompting you to look up. Those pale-yellow irises that startled you at first didnβt feel as empty as they did back then; they brimmed with adoration instead. You lacked the clarity to take in every detail of Flinβs expression when your eyes met, since small droplets of tears clouded part of your sight. At that, he kissed them away. βThere we go. To ensure that this is as enjoyable for you as it is for me, I need to see you.β
The more he rubbed your clit, even if it wasnβt hasty, the more you melted into him. With measured movements, it was enough for you to feel closer to finishing.
With a moan, you came undone. Your heat squeezed him, along with your hips seeking more of him when you did. Flins kissed you, muffling your sounds, far from stalling so you could ride your orgasm to completion.
By the time Flins pulled away to let you breathe, your surroundings seemed to spin from the intensity of your release. It took you a moment to regain your bearings, that desire not yet quenched. Desire to which you answered by hugging Flinβs hips with your legs, spurring him into giving you more.
You could tell Flins found your disposition endearing, abiding by your demand.
Once he unzipped his trousers...it was rude to stare, and you really didnβt want to, but you couldnβt help sneaking some glances at his cock. You lacked the experience to compare him with others, but you didnβt need to be an expert to know he was above average, in girth too. However, you werenβt afraid to take him in, given he had prepared you for it.
β¦Well, maybe you were a little nervous. When the warmth nudged your entrance, the contrast in size became more evident for you.
βNo need to fret, love,β Flins intertwined your hand with his, providing a sense of security with how it enclosed yours. βIf you sense the need to stop, donβt hesitate to let me know.β
Although your heart thumped fast, you didnβt want to stop.
He eased the tip in, a slick sound following it when he did. You could feel the way your walls opened to adjust to his size, and when he pressed forward to fill your pussy with more of him, it became even more apparent. The pressure was far from painful, which allowed him to thrust another couple of inches without causing you discomfort. When more than half was in, though, you did feel a bit of tension on your part. You didnβt back away, though. Not even when Flins halted for a second, your immediate response was to tighten your legs around him.
His pelvis met yours, and the overwhelming fullness let you know that the entirety of him was inside. Flins massaged your hip, coaxing your body into relaxing. With the other, he brought your still interlaced hand to brush a kiss on your knuckles; thrusts rhythmic and controlled. Every now and then, you would catch a soft, pleasured sigh from him, and it affected you. Maybe a little too much.
Something beyond the visages youβve seen on him prior to this day, you unraveled a new type of gleam in his eyesβdesire. They were half-lidded, an obvious craving. Thinly veiled in how he absorbed the sight in front of him.
βI see youβve adjusted.β It tickled you when he skimmed his kisses from your hand to your wrist. βShall I take that as permission to move a little faster?β
βYesββ
At your approval, Flins brought you closer by the hips, angling them in a position where they werenβt touching the bed anymore. You arched your back to accommodate the position. The change made it impossible to ignore how deeper his cock went, the sheer size jabbing at a spot inside that drove you closer to the edge. You werenβt sure how much longer youβd be able to go, the vehemence with which he thrust to the point the bed creaked. Despite it being faster, the pace wasnβt sloppy, as Flins controlled his pace.
You tried to vocalize your impending orgasm. That was your intention, but the constant waves of pleasure impeded you from it. In no time, a strong shudder took hold of your senses when you came, squeezing Flinsβs dick. At the realization of his own approaching orgasm too, he captured your mouth with a kiss. His tongue slid against yours mid-thrust, and soon after, he spilled inside. He lingered there as it ended, ropes after ropes of cum brimming your hole.
Thoughts muddled and drowsy, you couldnβt quite catch what Flins whispered against your skin. He didnβt pull away; instead, preferred to hold you for a while longer. Living in an isolated place like this made it easy to forget someoneβs warmth. Warmth, which was incomparable because it came from you.
You drifted off to sleep, lulled into rest thanks to Flins brushing your disheveled locks of hair away from your face.
my favorite works of my own BUT ALSO my fav fics by other creators RAGJSGSHS the ones that had me (s)creaming, sobbing, kicking my feet and giggling, ripping my heart out, etc etc. minors and ageless blogs dni!
FAV FICS I'VE WRITTEN
Frustrated After a Long Day - BEGGING GROWN, JACKED IZUKU TO USE YOU (nsfw obvs) it's my most popular fic for a reason.... ππ
To aid the princess - Princess x knight trope WITH GOJO but with a twist and the twist is he's eating you out. (nsfw)
Itto W/a chubby S/O - I struggled with my weight growing up and now I have a healthy view of myself and think bigger body types are hot in general BUT IT WAS A JOURNEY so I'm really glad this fic made some people feel seen.
oral fixation - uhh nsfw? ish? no comment. ts hot.
( consider taking a peak at these other creators :))
'The Galaxy is Endless' - (sfw) OH MY GOD THE MOST GUT WRENCHING KUROKEN ANGST YOU WILL EVER EVER READ I CANNOT. PLS READ IT W THE PLAYLIST. They did make it to where you have to be an AO3 member to read :( But it's so worth it.)
Take A Bite(nsfw) - short and sweet. something about religious trauma and a literal god complex with Venti.
Initiation(dark) - (nsfw) w bakusquad. I have the attention span of a goldfish.. this is the longest oenshot I think I have ever read and it doesn't stop getting better? Also itβs evil? The ending is cunt. The writing is sososo good.
Something Reckless (nsfw) - RAFHFHUSHJK Brothers best friend au with Tohma guys guys guys guys guys js go read it yourself.
Giving minimum wage clerk Laios sloppy - umm nsfw (self explanatory I fear?) idk I REALLY like that autistic blonde man and I want to give him head in an alley soooo this is in the top ten for me. The writing is good. captures the essence of minimum wage. The pic of Laios w the hat is my fav part.
The Sawdust Men: Destiel Angst w a happy ending (allegedly). Im only half way into this one and it's so good and it hurts ughhh I love it.
A Little R & R - (nsfw) creepypasta fic the proxies fingering you after a long day at work hits. I love this. All of this creator's work is delicious.
that's it! If you have any recommendations let me knowwww. I'm always looking for sappy slow burns to build my attention span :>
My own little collection of fics centered around mental illness and insecurities. It's no substitute for therapy, but this sort of stuff helped me when I was going through it so I hope these bring some comfort xx
Waves - reader with sensory overload
Itto w/a chubby s/o - pure fluff!
The days are long - comfort w/ your fav after a long, evil day.
