Thinking abt being a fairy in Nikolai’s enrichment enclosure and flashing him as a little treat every now and then
I’ve discussed this at length with @cranialpressure but I think Nik would have a little tinkerer fairy— you handle the very delicate work for him, all the 3 millimeter screws and little PCBs, and you can use a little lightning magic to do soldering.
And you produce an extremely high grade lubricant he likes to use on all his small parts… so he’ll have you grind yourself on all sorts of little components and tools while he uses the tip of an empty ballpoint pen to play with your little clit.
And of course, he likes to challenge himself by making little things for you to use. It has him wearing magnifying specs and working with tweezers and sewing pins to move things around, but it’s well worth it. He could probably make a fortune in the realistic dollhouse industry if he felt like it.
Chubby!fairy reader being the only fairy able to take human cock does do something to me…
Cute lil fairy reader being used by elves, humans, and other creatures alike because you’re just so small and cute.
An elf lifts your skirt, his finger stretching out your tiny cunt as his lips take your plump breasts into his mouth. You’re bigger, about the size of a football, and with the shape of a plump woman.
He preps your little hole before pushing his tip in, barely able to fit even an inch before your squeaking and crying out for mercy, your chubby thighs spread as far as they can go.
Your tummy bulges when he cums, your little body exhausted as he stuffs you into his satchel, letting you rest while he plans on how he’ll play with you later~
He wonders if he can get you pregnant… and he’s excited to try. You’re all his now after all, how could he let anyone else stretch out that little pussy but him?
Soon your cunt will be shaped like his cock, and he’ll be the only one that can satisfy your little fairy body.
How about a story with a fairy man and a girl fairy reader where they’re like different sub-species I guess?? Maybe the fairy man is a dark fairy or something while the fairy girl is a flower fairy or something??
I was looking at Olivier Ledroit’s fairy artwork when I thought of this and remembering the Disney Pixie Hollow fairies too. Recommend looking at them both!!
A/N: Hi anon! I have to say I looked up Olivier Ledroit’s fairy artwork and GOOD DAMN. That’s fucking phenomenal, I’m in love.
Don’t run away from dark fairies
Male!fairy x fem!fairy reader || chasing, (light) predator/prey, semi-public sex
Dancing around in the forest has always been one of your favorite activities. Until he came along.
The first time you met the other fairy, he was recollecting some of your mushrooms, and you hid behind a rock not to be seen. You were enamored with the way he moved, by the way his wings fluttered when he focused too much. You were so distracted by his looks, that you didn’t realize he was looking back at you until he whistled to get your attention. Embarrassment ran so deep inside of you that you gasped and took flight away from him.
But you should have known better than to run away from a dark fairy.
He chased after you, making sounds that drove you into a frenzy between scared and nervous, and pumped your blood until you were shivering in anticipation. You had never felt like that before. Your wings were tired but you kept pushing yourself because it made you hot. Being chased… aroused you. That development didn’t surprise you as much as it should, not because it wasn’t new, but because he was still chasing you, and you wanted him to get you.
You hid behind a tree, not really hiding at all, and he stopped right in front of you. His wings were fluttering, and his body was tense with the adrenaline of the chase. “You ran away from me,” he grunted. You stared at his mouth, unable to form words of your own. You knew you did that. You knew what happened when you ran away from a dark fairy. And you still did it. “You know what happens now?” You nodded. “You want it?” You nodded again.
He only smirked at you, his hand daring to your cheek. The contrast of his dark skin against yours sent a new wave of shivers down your spine. It was so intense, and you felt so needy all of sudden. You wanted him more than you had wanted anything in your life.
And he delivered.
Your clothes flew over his shoulder, and so did your inhibitions. You touched him everywhere, pulling at his clothes until they were ripped at the seams and you could touch his skin. You kissed and nipped at every part of him you could while he grunted against you, whispering nonsensical dirty words. Your brain felt too dizzy on desire to even care about what he said. And when he finally pushed his dick inside of you, you saw mother earth and all the goddesses chanting behind you, telling you how good it was, how perfect and right.
The sex was earth-shattering and frantic, his hips moving at the tempo of your wings fluttering behind you. Fast, too fast, faster. You couldn’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t get enough of you. You flew together through the air while he fucked you with all his magic and intent until fireworks were exploding behind your eyelids and you were too tired to keep flying. He landed you safely, his hips stuttering before coming deep inside of you.
At the end of the day, you knew what you were doing running away from a dark fairy… and you didn’t regret it.
Dragon hybrid meets fairy reader and tries to eat her by grilling her with his fire but sees that she’s actually fire proof? Obviously dragon falls in love instantly and eats her in another way ✨
How cool!! That’s a super fascinating combination and possible power dynamic between the two monsters.
Consider, the big bad Dragon of the mountain and one of the last of his kind, comes down to the forest below in order to hunt. His large stature doesn’t allow for very sneaky attacks but what does he need for stealth when he can breathe fire??
He thinks it’s his lucky day when he sees a clueless Fairy all lost in their own world, not paying attention to their surroundings. Fruit ripe for the picking, he thinks. He unhinges his jaw, fire building up in his throat and giving him that warm spark throughout his body. Just as he’s about to cook his meal, he sees the Fairy turn around and meet his eye. But instead of fear and panic crossing her face, she merely smirks.
The confrontation startles the dragon and the fire that bursts forth from his throat is weak and flimsy. Still, for any normal creature it would’ve made them a nice medium rare. Not his first choice but he wouldn’t complain. But when he looks at the Fairy she’s left standing, her curious yet alluring body still perfectly in tact. Not even a scorch mark on her skin!
Her clothes though… the Dragon supposes whatever magic this creature possesses doesn’t include her clothing as the Fairy is left standing completely naked before him.
Of course, the mighty Dragon has to inspect and investigate how such a small creature compared to him was able to thwart his fire attack. The Fairy, feeling very smug about having outsmarted the Dragon that towers over her, agrees to be played with. She was certain he would never guess.
The Dragon inspects her body, sniffing and searching for the warmth he senses within her. That warmth most evident between her fleshy thighs. The Fairy is surprised when the Dragon brings her to the ground, his tongue dipping into her cunt in search of the heat. The Fairy moans and her heat grows, making the Dragon all the more curious.
His giant tongue laps at the Fairy’s pretty cunt. He watches it as it grows slick, puffy, and hotter by the minute. He growls, wanting answers and his pace quickens, tongue swirling through her folds, trying to get to where she runs hottest.
Realizing it’s inside her the Dragon leans back, making the Fairy whine in protest. The Dragon releases another tunnel of fire from its jaws, though this one purposefully remaining gentle as it curls and travels inside the Fairy’s cunt. The Fairy gasps, her body shaking with pleasure as the Dragon fucks her with his fire. Thrusting in and out of her pussy as it longs for the mysterious heat inside her.
With the heat licking along her walls in a way that has her head spinning and her body tingling, it doesn’t take long for the Fairy to cum all over the length of the fire inside her. The Dragon can taste it as it travels through the tunnel and he growls, breathing more fire, forcing it to burrow deeper inside her. The Fairy moans, her body limp and allowing the Dragon in even deeper.
As the flames course through her body and intertwine with her very essence, the Dragon finally understands. Her heart beating with the strength of a Dragon and a Fairy. A half-breed. His flames leave her and he moves to rest beside her weak form, his tail curling around her form protectively.
Originally having been looking for a meal, the lonely Dragon found something much more special instead.
❥Synposis- Satoru Gojo never believed in fairy tales—until he found one standing right in front of him. A real, flesh-and-blood fairy, in his forest. He should’ve been concerned, maybe even terrified, but mostly? He was just shocked as hell.
Fairies weren’t real. They belonged in bedtime stories, not in the middle of his hunt, staring at him like he was the strange one. And yet, days passed, and she didn’t vanish like a dream. Instead, she became something else entirely—something dangerous, something forbidden. Keeping her close is reckless. Letting her go? Impossible.
❥Gerne/theme- MDNI. Explicit sexual content, lot of sexual tension, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of death, forbidden love, fantasy AU, fire, abuse, possessiveness, SA attempts, longing, sacrifices, reunion, seperation, fluff too <3
→ WC- 10k
Satoru Gojo grumbled as he trudged through the dense forest, the heavy weight of his bow hanging against his back. The sun was high, casting harsh beams that barely broke through the thick canopy above, and yet, he still had to hunt. Of course, a hunter couldn’t survive without a kill, but he couldn’t help but feel frustrated.
Why did he always have to do this? It wasn’t like he needed the money that much—he lived alone, away from the cities, far from any expectations. His lifestyle was simple, and really, the whole hunting thing felt more like a chore than a necessity. But it was for his living, so here he was, walking through the damn forest again, tracking some monster or wild animal for dinner.
“I swear, if I see one more damn deer today—” he whined under his breath, kicking a stray branch out of his path. “I’ll—”
His words caught in his throat as he paused, his eyes narrowing at the sudden shift in the air around him. It wasn’t the normal breeze that rustled the leaves; no, this felt… different. Almost alive, as if the very forest itself was holding its breath.
He shook his head, chuckling bitterly at himself.
It’s just the wind, he told himself, moving forward again. But the deeper he ventured into the woods, the more uneasy he felt. Something was off. Something was watching him.
And when a faint, almost ethereal sound drifted through the trees—too soft to be an animal, too melodic to be anything but strange—he froze.
His instincts kicked in, the trained hunter in him waking up. The forest was quiet now. Too quiet.
“What the hell?” he muttered, his hand instinctively reaching for his bow, his eyes scanning the shadows.
Nothing.
He narrowed his eyes, trying to shake off the feeling. There was no way—he couldn’t afford to let his mind wander. Yet the sensation of being observed was growing stronger with every step. His pulse quickened, but instead of fear, there was an odd sense of curiosity—a pull, something he couldn’t explain.
With a quick exhale, he adjusted his grip on the bow and moved deeper into the forest, determined to uncover what was hiding in the shadows.
As he ventured deeper into the woods, a sudden loud thud echoed through the trees, followed by the unmistakable sound of something—or someone—crashing through the underbrush. Gojo’s eyes narrowed, a smirk tugging at his lips. Finally, some action.
He crept toward the source of the noise, his footsteps silent on the forest floor. As he approached, he spotted a foot sticking out from behind a large fern. He bit his tongue to suppress a chuckle. Whoever this was, they were about to get an earful.
Stepping closer, he peered around the fern to find a young woman sprawled on the ground, her wings—yes, wings—splayed out awkwardly beside her. She had a few branches and leaves tangled in her hair, and dirt smudged her cheeks. She looked up, eyes wide with surprise, and they both froze.
For a moment, neither moved. Then, in unison, they both screamed.
"AHHHH!"
Gojo stumbled back, nearly dropping his bow. "What the—?"
The woman scrambled to her feet, brushing off leaves and dirt. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Gojo blinked, still processing the sight before him. "I... I should be asking you that. What are you doing in my forest?"
She crossed her arms, her wings fluttering slightly. "Your forest? This is a public forest!"
"Not anymore," he retorted, smirk returning. "I just claimed it."
She rolled her eyes. "Typical. Another human thinking they own everything."
"Hey, I was here first," he shot back. "And last time I checked, humans were the dominant species around here."
She raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Because last time I checked, humans were the ones who needed to be saved from themselves."
Gojo chuckled. "Touché. But seriously, what are you? Some kind of... fairy?"
She huffed, wings twitching slightly. "Yes. I am. And for the record, not all fairies are tiny and delicate. Some of us can hold our own."
Gojo stared at her for a solid few seconds before scoffing. "Yeah, okay. Sure. And I’m a royal prince."
She frowned. "What?"
"Come on," he waved a hand at her wings. "Fairies aren’t real. You can just admit it now before this gets embarrassing."
Her glare sharpened. "I am a fairy."
Gojo crossed his arms. "No, you’re not."
"Yes, I am."
"No, you’re not."
She exhaled sharply. "Why is this so hard for you to believe?"
Gojo threw up his hands. "Because fairies belong in bedtime stories! Magic, wings, flying around all sparkly—yeah, it’s cute for kids, but in real life? People don’t just have wings."
She rolled her eyes. "You're an idiot."
"No, I’m just sane," he shot back. Then, his gaze flickered back to her wings, still skeptical. "What even are those? You make them yourself? They’re kinda impressive, I’ll give you that."
She twitched. "They’re real."
"Right, sure." His smirk deepened as he stepped closer. "Bet they’re just attached to your clothes or something—"
Before he could finish, his hand reached out, fingers just barely grazing the edge of her wing—
SMACK!
"Ow!" Gojo yelped, stumbling back as she slapped his hand away with a force he definitely wasn’t expecting.
"I told you not to touch them!" she yelled, wings flaring wide.
Gojo clutched his hand, eyes wide. "What the hell?! That actually hurt!"
"It was supposed to!" she snapped, her face burning with irritation. "Do you go around grabbing random people's limbs too?"
Gojo blinked, still holding his hand. "Well... I mean, if I thought they were fake, yeah."
She groaned, shoving past him. "Unbelievable. I don’t have time for this."
"Whoa, whoa, wait!" He quickly stepped in front of her, arms outstretched. "Alright, let’s just—wait a second." His blue eyes studied her, skeptical yet intrigued. "So you’re really trying to convince me that you’re some mystical, magical creature, huh?"
She folded her arms. "I’m not trying to convince you. I am one."
Gojo tapped his chin. "Mmm. Nope. Still don’t buy it."
She scowled. "You just saw my wings!"
"Yeah, and I’ve also seen some very good costumes."
Her eye twitched. "I flew before I fell!"
"And I’ve seen people jump off roofs and think they’re flying."
She let out a long, slow exhale, visibly restraining herself from strangling him. "You're insufferable."
Gojo grinned. "So I’ve been told."
Silence hung between them, thick with tension. She was clearly done with him. He was clearly entertained by her frustration. And yet, neither of them moved.
The forest had gone eerily quiet. The wind barely rustled the leaves. It was as if the world itself was waiting to see what happened next.
Finally, Gojo spoke. "Alright, fine—I’ll play along. So, fairy girl, if you’re real... prove it."
She narrowed her eyes, a slow, knowing smirk creeping onto her face. "Oh, you’ll regret saying that."
Gojo raised an eyebrow, arms crossed. “Yeah, yeah. I’m shaking.”
Without another word, she stepped back, rolling her shoulders as her wings stretched to their full span. The soft glow of the setting sun caught on them, illuminating the delicate but powerful structure. Gojo barely had time to process the sight before—
Whoosh.
She launched herself into the air, wings beating with precise, controlled movements. Leaves and dust swirled around as she hovered effortlessly above him, the wind from her wings rustling his hair.
Gojo’s smirk faltered.
His brain short-circuited for a second.
She… flew.
Not jumped. Not swung from a branch. Not some elaborate trick of wires or illusions. No, she lifted clean off the ground, rising higher and higher with each beat of her wings.
“What.” His voice came out flat, his head tilting back as he followed her ascent.
She did a slow, mocking circle above him before descending just a few feet in front of his face, her arms crossed and a smug look plastered on her face.
"Still fake?" she taunted.
Gojo blinked. "Okay. Hold on. Wait a damn minute."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh, what now? Are you going to say I’m on some invisible ropes? A hallucination, maybe?"
Gojo rubbed his temples. "I'm the hallucination at this point. This—this doesn’t happen. People don’t just—fly.”
"Well, good thing I’m not people," she shot back. "Say it. Fairies are real."
Gojo pointed at her. "You have to be messing with me."
She hovered a little closer. "Say. It."
Gojo squinted at her. Then at the wings. Then at her feet. Then back at the wings. Then—
"…Nah," he said, shaking his head.
Her jaw dropped. "Excuse me?!"
"You’re still messing with me," he said firmly, though it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself. “This is—this is a trick. Maybe some weird physics thing I never learned. Or—or maybe I’m dehydrated. Yeah. Maybe I hit my head. That would explain why I’m seeing some girl floatin’ in front of me with—”
She sighed deeply before flapping her wings hard, sending a burst of wind directly into his face.
"—AGH, shit!" He stumbled back, hands shielding his face from the sudden gust.
She landed smoothly in front of him, looking pleased with herself. "Convinced now?"
Gojo, hair now an absolute mess, slowly lowered his hands. His expression was unreadable as he stared at her, the gears in his head practically screaming as they tried to process the impossible.
Then, finally—
“…Okay, so let’s pretend for a second,” he began, still skeptical but clearly shaken, “that you are some kind of fairy.”
She groaned. "Oh my god."
"Hey, I’m getting there!" He waved a hand. "It’s just—you can’t expect me to accept that just like that. Fairies aren’t supposed to be real. They’re myths. Fantasy stuff! Kids’ stories! You can’t just—just exist like this!"
"And yet, here I am," she deadpanned.
Gojo dragged a hand down his face. “You see why this is a lot to take in, right?”
"Oh, I do. You’re just painfully slow."
"Excuse you—"
"How about this?" She stepped forward, tilting her head. "Instead of standing here having an existential crisis, you start believing what’s right in front of you?"
Gojo inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly, and nodded. “Okay.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Okay?”
“Yes. Okay. I’m… open to considering the possibility that maybe—just maybe—you are not, in fact, a very dedicated prankster.”
She rolled her eyes. "Close enough."
Another pause. Gojo ran a hand through his hair, still visibly shaken.
“…So, uh,” he started, “if fairies are real, does that mean, like… elves are real, too? Or, like, dragons?”
She sighed. “Oh boy.”
Gojo stared at her for a long moment, his hands on his hips, lips pressed together like he was really trying to process what just happened. Then, with a deep sigh, he finally spoke.
"Okay. Fine," he muttered, rubbing his temple. "Maybe—maybe—you're actually a fairy."
She crossed her arms. "Wow. That must have hurt to admit."
Gojo shot her a look. "Yeah, yeah, don’t get too excited. But seriously—how? How is this even possible?" He gestured at her wings like they personally offended him. "People don’t just have these! There’s gotta be some explanation. Science? Magic? Divine intervention? Hell, did I eat something weird this morning?"
She just blinked at him.
Gojo stared back.
More silence.
Finally, she sighed and turned on her heel. "Yeah, nope. Not explaining anything to someone this stupid."
Gojo gasped dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. "Hey! First of all—rude. Second of all—I think I deserve some kind of answer here!"
"You think?" she scoffed, already walking away. "I don't owe you anything."
"You literally just fell out of the sky in front of me, flapped your little wings, and sent my entire worldview into flames!" Gojo threw his arms up. "The least you could do is tell me how!"
She ignored him, stepping over some fallen branches. "Not my problem."
Gojo groaned, dragging a hand down his face before quickly following after her. "Oh, come on. Just a little hint? A tiny fairy secret? A—hey, wait up!"
She didn't wait.
Gojo let out an exasperated huff. "Unbelievable. First, I find out fairies are real, and now, apparently, they’re jerks, too."
She smirked but didn't turn around. "Took you long enough to figure that one out."
Gojo huffed as he followed after her, stepping over roots and crunching leaves underfoot. “You know, if you’re gonna crash-land in front of me, the least you could do is answer a few simple questions.”
She didn’t even look back. “I don’t owe you anything.”
“Wow. The attitude.” Gojo scoffed, quickening his pace to walk beside her. “You’re seriously not gonna explain anything? Nothing at all? Not even a tiny little—”
“Nope.”
He blinked. “Not even like, ‘Oh, Gojo, I’m actually from a magical fairy kingdom, and I fell out of the sky because an evil wizard cursed me’?”
She gave him a look. “Do I look cursed to you?”
Gojo looked her up and down, taking in the dirt, leaves, and general mess she had become from falling. “Honestly? A little bit.”
Her eye twitched. "I swear, you're the most annoying human I've ever met."
Gojo grinned. “You’ve met a lot of humans, then? Or am I just special?”
"You're something," she muttered under her breath, shoving a branch out of her way as she walked faster.
Gojo followed easily. “Oh, come on. I get nothing? No tragic backstory? No mysterious quest? No ‘I’m the lost princess of the fairy realm’?”
“Keep guessing,” she said dryly.
Gojo groaned dramatically. “Unbelievable. I stumble across a real-life fairy, and she won’t even tell me how she exists.”
She suddenly stopped walking, spinning on her heel so fast that Gojo barely avoided bumping into her. She looked up at him, unimpressed. “Let me make this very clear, human—I don’t have to tell you anything. Not to someone as stupid as you.”
Gojo gasped, clutching his chest like she had physically wounded him. “Stupid?! Me?! I’ll have you know I’m very intelligent.”
“Oh, really?” she deadpanned. “Because a very intelligent person would’ve accepted reality by now instead of standing here whining like a child.”
Gojo pouted. “I’m not whining.”
“You are whining.”
Gojo scoffed. “I am not—”
“You are.”
“I am not—”
She sighed, turning back around and walking again. “I don’t have time for this.”
Gojo followed instantly. “You keep saying that, but you don’t seem to be going anywhere important.”
She ignored him.
Gojo smirked. “You do know where you’re going, right?”
Silence.
Gojo blinked. “Wait… do you not know?”
More silence.
Gojo grinned. “Ohhh, you don’t, do you?”
She exhaled slowly. "Shut. Up."
Gojo chuckled, hands behind his head as he walked beside her. “So what I’m hearing is—you’re lost.”
“I’m not lost.”
“Right, right. You just don’t know where you’re going. Totally different.”
She clenched her jaw, clearly regretting every life decision that led her to this moment.
Gojo leaned down slightly, tilting his head to look at her face. “Hey, no need to be embarrassed. I get it. You fell out of the sky, got dirt in your hair, met a very handsome stranger—”
She shot him a glare so sharp he actually paused.
“…Right. Moving on.” He cleared his throat. “Anyway. Lucky for you, I know this forest like the back of my hand.”
She snorted. “Oh, great. That makes one of us.”
Gojo smirked. “So, that means you do need my help.”
She looked up at the sky, as if praying for patience. “I never said that.”
Gojo’s grin widened. “You didn’t have to.”
She groaned, rubbing her temple. "I swear, if you don't shut up—"
"—You'll what?" Gojo cut in, completely unfazed. "Hit me again? Because, honestly, I think you just wanted an excuse to touch me the first time."
Her wings flared as she turned sharply. "I will throw you into a tree."
Gojo held up his hands, laughing. “Alright, alright, no need for violence, fairy girl.”
Her eyes flashed. “Don’t call me that.”
Gojo smirked. “Not a fan of nicknames? What about wings? Feathers? Angry little—”
She glared at him for another second before rolling her eyes and turning back around. “You’re so lucky I have better things to do than argue with you.”
Gojo hummed. “Mm. Seems like you’re still here, though.”
She clenched her fists, muttering something under her breath about insufferable humans.
She walked in silence for a while, probably hoping Gojo would get bored and leave her alone. That was adorable. Like he was the kind of guy to walk away from something this interesting.
After a few minutes, she finally sighed and turned to look at him. “Alright, human—what are you even doing here?”
Gojo blinked. “Huh? Oh. Hunting, obviously.”
After a moment, he tilted his head. “So… how long have you been coming here?”
She eyed him warily. “Why do you care?”
Gojo shrugged. “Curiosity. Humor me.”
She exhaled sharply, clearly debating whether answering him was even worth her time. Finally, she muttered, “Years.”
Gojo blinked. “Years?”
She shot him a look. “Yes. Why?”
Gojo gestured around dramatically. “Because I’ve been hunting here for a long time, too, and I’ve never seen you before.”
She rolled her eyes. “Clearly.”
Gojo narrowed his eyes. “So where’ve you been hiding, huh? Are you some kind of stealth fairy?”
She let out an exasperated sigh. “No, you idiot. I come at night.”
Gojo raised an eyebrow. “At night?”
She nodded. “It’s quieter. No humans stomping around, killing things.”
Gojo smirked. “Ouch. That felt personal.”
She ignored him. “It’s peaceful when the moon is out. The forest belongs to itself again. No arrows flying, no traps waiting, no…” She trailed off, shaking her head. “It’s just… better.”
Gojo hummed, tapping his chin. “Huh. Never figured fairies for night owls.”
She gave him a deadpan look. “You figured nothing because you didn’t even believe I existed five minutes ago.”
Gojo grinned. “Touché.”
Silence settled between them, but this time, it wasn’t hostile. Gojo watched her, something unreadable in his expression.
Years. She had been here for years, and he never even noticed. How was that possible? And more importantly…
Why did that bother him?
Gojo tilted his head, watching her with renewed curiosity. “So, you’ve been coming here for years, huh?”
She didn’t respond, just kept walking.
His grin widened. “Alright, next question—how old are you?”
She scoffed. “Not answering that.”
Gojo smirked. “Oh? Why? Is it a fairy secret? Or are you just—” He gasped dramatically. “Wait. Don’t tell me you’re, like, a hundred years old or something.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not.”
“Two hundred?”
“No.”
“Five hundred?”
“Oh my god.”
Gojo tapped his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “Then… judging by your height, I’d say… what, fifteen? Maybe sixteen?”
She froze.
Slowly, she turned to glare at him, pure offense in her eyes. “I’m twenty-two!”
Gojo grinned like he knew that would get a reaction. “Ohhh, there it is.”
Her wings fluttered aggressively. “You are so irritating.”
Gojo shrugged, still smirking. “Hey, I was just guessing. But wow, twenty-two? You sure?”
She clenched her fists. “Yes!”
Gojo hummed, looking at her like he wasn’t entirely convinced. “Mmm. I dunno. You kinda give off little sister energy.”
Her eye twitched. “Say that again, and I will dropkick you.”
Gojo snorted. “I’d like to see you try, shortstack.”
Her wings flared. “I hate you.”
“Nah,” Gojo said casually, hands behind his head. “You just wish you did.”
She stopped abruptly, turning to face him with an exasperated sigh. “And by the way,” she huffed, “can you stop calling me random nicknames? I have a name, you know.”
Gojo raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Oh? You do?”
She folded her arms. “Obviously.”
He leaned in slightly, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Well then, mysterious fairy, what is it?”
She introduced herself in annoyance, voice clipped and impatient.
Gojo blinked, then grinned. “Huh. That’s actually a really nice name.”
She gave him a flat look. “Don’t make it weird.”
“Oh, never,” he said, hand over his heart. Then, after a beat, his smirk deepened. “Alright then, fairy girl.”
Her eye twitched. “I just told you my name.”
“Yeah, and I heard it,” Gojo said casually. “But, y’know, ‘fairy girl’ just suits you better.”
She groaned, turning back around. “You’re impossible.”
“Or magical,” Gojo shot back, walking beside her. “You did call me stupid earlier, so maybe I just forgot your name already.”
She didn’t even dignify that with a response.
Gojo grinned, thoroughly enjoying himself. “Alright, how about winged menace? Tiny terror? Ooh, what about sparkles?”
She stopped so fast that Gojo nearly bumped into her. Slowly, she turned, her glare sharp enough to cut. “Call me that, and I swear, I will bury you in this forest.”
Gojo pressed his lips together, looking like he was really fighting back laughter. “Alright, alright. No ‘sparkles.’”
She exhaled sharply, resuming her pace.
Gojo let the silence linger for a few moments before grinning.
“…But pixie is still on the table, right?”
She didn’t answer. She was too busy resisting the urge to strangle him.
She kept walking, clearly trying to ignore him, but Gojo was nothing if not persistent.
“Well,” he said, stretching his arms behind his head, “since you were kind enough to introduce yourself, it’s only fair I do the same.”
She shot him a dry look. “I don’t actually care.”
Gojo ignored that completely. “Satoru Gojo. Best hunter in these lands, possibly the most handsome man you’ll ever meet, and definitely the funniest.”
She stared at him, unimpressed. “You really just talk like that, huh?”
Gojo grinned. “What can I say? Some people are born to be great.”
She sighed, muttering, “And some people are born to be insufferable.”
Gojo gasped dramatically. “Wow. Rude.”
She kept walking.
Gojo smirked. “Anyway, as I was saying—I’m twenty-four, I live alone, and I technically don’t have to hunt that much, but hey, a man’s gotta make a living.”
She side-eyed him. “You hunt for sport?”
Gojo scoffed. “What? No. I hunt to survive. But if I happen to look really cool doing it, that’s just a bonus.”
She exhaled sharply. “Right. Of course.”
Gojo continued, completely unfazed. “I don’t really like dealing with people, which is why I live on my own. Less drama, less noise. Just me and the great outdoors.” He spread his arms dramatically. “Peaceful, right?”
She glanced at him. “You? Living in peace? Hard to imagine.”
Gojo chuckled. “Alright, fair point. But hey, I could be worse. I could be some grumpy old hunter who never cracks a joke.”
“I think I’d prefer that.”
“Ouch,” Gojo laughed. “You wound me.”
She rolled her eyes and kept walking.
Gojo, of course, followed right after her, still talking.
“Anyway, what else? Oh! I have amazing eyesight. You might’ve noticed.”
“Didn’t ask.”
“And I’m ridiculously strong. Seriously, I could probably carry you and your wings with one arm.”
“Not happening.”
“And, best of all—” Gojo grinned, stepping in front of her and walking backward so he could face her directly— “I’m really fun to be around.”
She stared at him blankly. “You’re really something, alright.”
Gojo smirked, absolutely taking that as a compliment. “See? You’re warming up to me already.”
She groaned. “You are so lucky I have more important things to deal with.”
Gojo chuckled, hands behind his head. “I am lucky. Lucky I found a real-life fairy to bother for the rest of the day.”
She let out a long breath, as if gathering every ounce of patience she had left.
Gojo just grinned, completely entertained. ThisGojo walked alongside her, hands behind his head, still grinning like he had all the time in the world. “So, fairy girl, where do you live?”
She glanced at him, clearly suspicious. “In the forest.”
Gojo snorted. “Yeah, obviously. But I mean, where’s your house?”
She didn’t answer right away. Her gaze flickered ahead, wings shifting slightly as she kept walking.
Gojo raised an eyebrow. “What? You don’t wanna tell me? Afraid I’ll crash at your place? I promise I don’t take up much space.”
Still, no response.
Gojo slowed his pace slightly, watching her carefully. “Wait… do fairies even live in houses? Do you guys have little tree villages? Hollow logs? Underground tunnels? Ooooh, or do you sleep in giant flower petals?”
She let out a sharp sigh before finally answering, voice quiet.
“…I don’t have one.”
Gojo blinked.
For once, he didn’t have a snarky response ready.
She kept walking like she hadn’t just dropped that information so casually, like it wasn’t something strange or concerning.
Gojo, of course, wasn’t about to let it slide.
“…Wait. What do you mean you don’t have one?” He frowned. “Like, at all?”
She didn’t look at him. “That’s what I said, isn’t it?”
Gojo narrowed his eyes slightly, processing that. No house. Nowhere to go. Nowhere she belonged.
Something about that didn’t sit right with him.
And for the first time since meeting her, his teasing grin completely disappeared.
Gojo stared at her, still processing the fact that she didn’t have a home. Then, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, he grinned and said, “Woah. You can live at my place.”
She stopped walking.
Gojo kept going. “It’s big enough for us, and I am an excellent host. I can take care of you—make sure you have food, a warm bed, maybe even—”
She turned to him with a look of pure disgust.
“First of all, no way am I living with someone like you.”
Gojo clutched his chest dramatically. “Ouch.”
“And second,” she continued, rolling her eyes, “I can’t leave the forest.”
Gojo frowned. “Why not?”
She gave him a look like he was dense. “Because if humans saw me, they’d hunt me. Or—or worse. I don’t even want to know what they’d do.”
Gojo blinked, tilting his head. “I mean… I’m also a human?”
She hesitated.
Just for a second.
Then, without meeting his eyes, she muttered, “You’re different.”
Gojo stared at her, something unreadable flashing across his face.
She exhaled, shaking her head slightly. “And please… don’t tell anyone about me, okay?” Her voice softened just a little. “Not like they’d believe you anyway.”
Gojo watched her carefully, noting the way her wings folded slightly, as if she was trying to make herself smaller.
Then, with a smirk, he shoved his hands into his pockets and said, “Don’t worry, pixie. Your secret’s safe with me.”
She groaned. “I told you to stop calling me that.”
Gojo chuckled. “Yeah, yeah.”
But despite his teasing, something in his expression had shifted.
And for reasons he didn’t quite understand yet… he meant what he said.
Gojo kept walking beside her, his usual smirk still present but his mind running with thoughts he couldn’t quite shake. She really had nowhere to go? She couldn’t even leave the forest?
That… didn’t sit right with him.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound was the rustling leaves and the occasional chirp of whatever birds were still left in this part of the forest.
Then Gojo broke the silence.
“So,” he started, tilting his head at her, “you’ve been hiding here for years, huh? Just… out here, alone?”
She didn’t look at him. “I’m not alone.”
Gojo raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You got a secret fairy society somewhere?”
She rolled her eyes. “No. But I don’t need one.”
Gojo hummed, unconvinced. “Must get kinda lonely, though.”
She stiffened slightly.
It was small—barely noticeable—but Gojo caught it.
“…It’s not so bad,” she muttered after a while.
Gojo watched her carefully.
Then, out of nowhere, he grinned and threw an arm over her shoulder. “Well, lucky for you, you’ve got me now!”
She immediately shoved him off. “Don’t touch me!”
Gojo burst out laughing, hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright! No touching the fairy, got it.”
She scowled. “You are the worst.”
“Aw, come on, I’m a great companion!” He smirked. “Super fun, super strong, and super annoying. The full package.”
She groaned. “Why are you still following me?”
Gojo stretched his arms behind his head. “Dunno. Maybe I’m just curious.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Curious about what?”
Gojo shrugged. “Dunno yet. Guess I’ll find out.”
She sighed heavily, clearly realizing he had no plans of leaving her alone anytime soon.
Gojo chuckled.
For some reason, that thought didn’t bother him one bit.
She sighed, her gaze dropping to the forest floor as they walked. Then, almost too quietly, she muttered, “But… I do want to go outside the forest.”
Gojo’s brows lifted slightly in surprise.
“But I’m scared,” she admitted, voice softer now. “If someone saw me—” She shook her head, cutting herself off. “I don’t know what they’d do.”
Gojo watched her carefully, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes.
He wasn’t sure why, but the thought of her being scared—of her being trapped here—didn’t sit right with him.
And maybe he should’ve thought it through more, maybe he should’ve considered what he was about to offer—
But he didn’t.
Instead, he grinned, stepping in front of her and bending slightly so they were eye level. “Then let me do it for you.”
She blinked, taken aback. “What?”
Gojo smirked. “You wanna see the outside world, right?” He tapped his chest. “I’ll take you.”
She stared at him, clearly trying to figure out if he was joking. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I am.” His grin widened. “C’mon. Who better to sneak you out than me?”
She hesitated, her wings twitching slightly. “You’re a human.”
Gojo tilted his head. “Yeah. And?”
She frowned. “You know why that’s a problem.”
Gojo chuckled. “Relax. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” His voice was still teasing, still playful, but underneath it was something else—something solid.
She searched his face for a long moment, uncertain.
He let her think. Let her weigh the idea, weigh him.
Then, slowly, she exhaled and looked away. “…It’s not that simple.”
Gojo just smirked. “Maybe not.” He straightened up, hands on his hips. “But hey, lucky for you, I love complicated things.”
She sighed heavily, like she already regretted this conversation. “You’re ridiculous.”
Gojo chuckled, turning to walk beside her again. “And yet, you still haven’t said no.”
She didn’t reply.
Gojo glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, his smirk softening just a little.
He didn’t know why he cared so much.
But he did.
And that was enough.
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You sat peacefully on a thick tree branch, the cool morning breeze brushing against your skin as you ran your fingers gently over the feathers of a small bird perched beside you. It chirped softly, pressing into your touch, unbothered by your presence.
This was your routine—finding solace in the quiet of the forest, away from the chaos, away from—
"Oi! Fairy girl!"
Your peace shattered instantly.
You stiffened, closing your eyes briefly, exhaling through your nose. Of course.
He came.
Satoru Gojo.
You glanced down, and sure enough, there he was, standing beneath your tree, looking just as insufferable as ever. His usual grin was present, but something else caught your attention—he was holding a brown cloak in his hand, waving it slightly.
You narrowed your eyes. "What are you doing here?"
Gojo smirked. "What, no ‘good morning’?"
You sighed, shifting slightly on the branch. "Gojo."
His grin widened. "That’s better."
You rolled your eyes. "Why are you here?"
Gojo held up the cape. "Brought you a gift."
You blinked. "…A what?"
"A cape," he said casually, shaking it out. "You did say you wanted to go outside the forest, right?"
You hesitated.
Gojo smirked. "Figured you’d need a disguise. Y’know, since your very obvious wings might make people lose their minds."
You frowned, eyeing the fabric warily. "And you just… had that lying around?"
Gojo shrugged. "Not exactly. But I may have borrowed it."
You scoffed. "You stole it, didn’t you?"
Gojo gasped dramatically. "Excuse me! I acquired it. Totally different thing."
You pinched the bridge of your nose. "You’re impossible."
Gojo chuckled, stepping closer. "C’mon. Try it on."
You eyed him suspiciously, but curiosity got the better of you. With a sigh, you leapt down from the branch, landing lightly on your feet in front of him.
Gojo handed you the cloak, watching as you hesitantly draped it over your shoulders. The fabric was thick but surprisingly soft, and when you adjusted it, it covered your wings completely.
Gojo grinned. "See? Looks good on you. Almost makes you look normal."
You shot him a glare. "Gee, thanks."
He chuckled. "So, what do you think? Ready to step out of the forest?"
You hesitated again, gripping the fabric slightly.
Gojo watched you carefully, his usual playfulness still there, but something else lingered in his expression—something patient.
You exhaled. "Maybe."
Gojo smirked. "Maybe is a good start."
You adjusted the cloak slightly, shifting your shoulders. The fabric was thick and heavy, pressing against your wings in a way that wasn’t exactly painful but definitely uncomfortable.
“…It’s kinda uncomfortable for my wings,” you muttered, frowning as you tried to reposition them beneath the fabric. “Feels weird.”
Gojo hummed, tilting his head as he watched you. “Yeah, I figured that might be a problem.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Then why didn’t you get something better?”
Gojo smirked. “What, and rob an entire tailor’s shop? I’m not that much of a criminal.”
You scoffed. “Debatable.”
Gojo laughed, but then his grin shifted into something a little more thoughtful. “Still, even with the cape, people might get suspicious.”
You frowned. “What do you mean?”
Gojo gestured vaguely. “You know, seeing me walking around with a girl they’ve never seen before? Might raise some eyebrows.”
You blinked, suddenly realizing the flaw in his plan. “Oh.”
Gojo grinned. “Yeah. I mean, I am quite the handsome and mysterious man—people tend to notice me.”
You rolled your eyes. “That’s not the issue.”
He smirked. “You sure? Could be a great excuse to say you’re my secret lover.”
Your wings twitched under the cloak. “I will punch you.”
Gojo laughed. “Alright, alright. No need for violence, pixie.”
You groaned. “Ugh, we’re gonna get caught before we even try at this rate.”
Gojo tapped his chin. “Hmm. Guess we need a cover story, huh?”
You narrowed your eyes. “Do I even want to know what you’re thinking?”
Gojo grinned. “Oh, I’ve got plenty of ideas.”
You had a feeling you were about to regret everything.
You walked beside Gojo, your hands gripping the edges of the cloak as you stepped out of the forest for the first time in years. The open air felt different—less wild, less free. The towering trees were replaced by open roads, stone pathways leading toward a town that seemed to hum with life.
As you approached, the first thing you noticed was the people.
Children ran barefoot through the streets, their laughter echoing as they weaved between market stalls. Vendors called out their wares—fresh bread, spices, handwoven fabrics—all filling the air with an odd but strangely comforting mix of scents. Women strolled by in elegant dresses, their skirts swishing with every step, their hair pinned in intricate styles as they gossiped with one another. The faint melody of a musician’s tune drifted through the air, blending into the sound of horses trotting down the cobbled paths.
It was… overwhelming.
You kept your head down, pressing the hood of the cloak lower over your face as you walked closer beside Gojo.
He noticed. Of course he did.
“Nervous?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement.
You scowled. “No.”
Gojo smirked. “Right. That’s why you’re clinging to that cloak like it’s your lifeline.”
You huffed, loosening your grip slightly but still keeping your pace quick. “People are staring.”
Gojo chuckled. “They’re curious. That’s normal.”
“Exactly,” you muttered. “That’s bad.”
Gojo just shrugged, walking with that same relaxed confidence he always had, completely unbothered. “Relax. Just stick with me. No one’s gonna do anything.”
That was easy for him to say.
You swallowed, ignoring the way a few passing townsfolk gave you curious glances.
You had made it this far.
Now you just had to blend in.
As you walked deeper into town, your nerves were starting to get the better of you. Every passing glance felt like it lasted too long, every whispered conversation felt like it was about you.
Then, without warning—
Gojo grabbed your hand.
You immediately tensed. “What are you—?”
“Relax,” he said smoothly, his grip firm but not forceful. “You’re looking too jumpy. This’ll make you seem less suspicious.”
You frowned, trying to pull away. “I don’t need your help blending in.”
Gojo smirked, effortlessly keeping his hold. “Oh, really? Because right now, you look like you just walked into civilization for the first time in your life.”
You glared at him. “That’s because I did.”
Gojo chuckled. “Exactly. Which is why you should listen to me.”
You tried again to yank your hand back. “This is unnecessary.”
He didn’t let go. “It’s convincing.”
You huffed, wings twitching uncomfortably beneath the cloak. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
Gojo grinned. “A little, yeah.”
You groaned, giving up the struggle. “You’re insufferable.”
“And yet, here you are, holding my hand.”
“I’m not—you are—” You shut your mouth, inhaled deeply, and faced forward. “Whatever. Just… don’t make it weird.”
Gojo squeezed your hand lightly. “No promises.”
You were so going to regret this.
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Gojo wasted no time leading you through the bustling streets, completely in his element while you tried your best to blend in. He was annoyingly casual about the whole thing, weaving effortlessly through the crowd, dragging you along as if this were just another ordinary day.
He stopped at a food stall first, handing the vendor a few coins before turning to you with a smug grin. “Here. Try this.”
You eyed the small pastry in his hand, then glanced at him suspiciously. “What is it?”
“Good,” he said simply, shoving it toward you.
You hesitated but took a cautious bite. The soft, flaky crust melted in your mouth, the filling warm and sweet with a hint of spice. Your eyes widened slightly—it was actually delicious.
Gojo smirked. “Told you.”
You tried to keep your expression neutral, swallowing the bite before muttering, “…It’s alright.”
Gojo laughed. “You’re a terrible liar.”
And so it continued.
He dragged you from stall to stall, making you try different things—fruits so sweet they made your lips tingle, roasted nuts coated in honey, warm bread fresh from the oven. Every time you protested, he would shove something else into your hands, grinning like a child as he watched you try new flavors.
You were starting to suspect this wasn’t about “blending in” at all—he just wanted an excuse to feed you.
He guided you through the winding streets, pointing out different places—where to get the best food, which vendor had the softest fabrics, which alleyways to avoid unless you wanted to get robbed (which he said with way too much amusement).
And then, of course, people started noticing.
It started with whispers. Curious glances.
And then finally—
“Hey, Gojo,” a passing merchant called out, raising an eyebrow. “Who’s this girl with you?”
You stiffened. Your heart picked up pace. Shit.
More people turned to look, the attention settling heavily on you. Gojo, of course, looked completely unbothered.
Then he smiled. And opened his mouth.
“Oh, her?” He pulled you slightly closer, tilting his head as if the answer was obvious.
“My secret lover, not secret anymore though—”
Silence.
Every single person around you froze.
Eyes widened. Mouths dropped open.
The air grew thick with shock.
You blinked, your brain momentarily unable to process what he had just said.
Then—
Your eyebrow twitched.
Oh god. He really said that.
Gojo just grinned, clearly entertained by everyone’s reaction. He squeezed your hand lightly, as if sealing the deal.
You, on the other hand, were one second away from killing him.
Your fingers curled into a fist. Your wings twitched violently beneath the cloak.
Oh, he was so dead.
And yet, Gojo just chuckled, completely ignoring the way you were vibrating with barely restrained rage.
"What?" he said innocently, looking around at the stunned crowd. “Is that so hard to believe?”
You were so going to murder him in broad daylight.
The second the words left Gojo’s mouth, the questions exploded.
“Wait—seriously?”
“Gojo, since when?!”
“Where’s she from?”
“Why haven’t we seen her before?”
You stiffened as the crowd suddenly closed in, eager for answers. Oh god, what had he done?
Gojo, of course, was perfectly relaxed, grinning like he was enjoying every second of this. “She’s from a neighboring town,” he said smoothly, not missing a beat. “That’s why you haven’t seen her before.”
People nodded like that made perfect sense.
You, meanwhile, were standing there like a deer caught in torchlight, unable to do anything. You couldn’t deny it. Couldn’t argue. Couldn’t even glare at him properly because all eyes were on you.
You had no choice but to go along with it.
Gojo was still talking, still lying effortlessly, answering every question thrown his way.
“How long have you two been together?”
“A while now,” Gojo replied, slinging an arm around your shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You nearly choked.
He was enjoying this too much.
Then, someone laughed—a young man standing by one of the market stalls, shaking his head in amusement. “Damn, Gojo,” he said, grinning. “You really broke all the ladies’ hearts, huh?”
A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd.
Of course he’d be popular.
You hated to admit it, but… Gojo was handsome.
Annoyingly so.
His bright blue eyes, his sharp features, the way his white hair somehow looked effortlessly perfect—he had the kind of beauty that stood out, that demanded attention. Even in a town full of people, he was the person you’d notice first.
You hated that you noticed.
Gojo just laughed, completely unfazed. “Ahh, what can I say?” he sighed dramatically. “It was bound to happen eventually.”
More laughter, more teasing.
You, on the other hand, were still recovering from the fact that he had just made you his “lover” in front of half the town.
This was not how you expected today to go.
And judging by the way Gojo was still smirking, you had a very bad feeling that this wasn’t over yet.
You could feel their eyes on you.
The women in the crowd—some subtle, some not—were all staring. Some whispered to each other, casting quick glances your way, while others openly examined you, their expressions ranging from curiosity to thinly veiled judgment.
You shifted slightly under the weight of their stares, resisting the urge to pull your hood lower, fidgeting with it.
It made sense. Gojo was handsome, charming, and irritatingly confident. He was the type of person who naturally drew attention, the kind who could have anyone he wanted—so why had he suddenly claimed you?
The disbelief in their gazes said it all.
You clenched your jaw, pretending not to notice the way some of them whispered behind their hands.
Gojo, meanwhile, was completely unfazed.
If he noticed the way the women were sizing you up, he didn’t acknowledge it. He just stood there, grinning like this was the most fun he’d had in ages.
You, on the other hand, were not having fun.
Not only were you stuck in this ridiculous situation, but now you were also dealing with the silent judgment of people who had probably spent years fawning over him.
Great. Just great.
You subtly exhaled, trying to ignore it.
But the longer it went on, the more you wanted to strangle the man standing beside you.
And judging by the glint of amusement in his eyes, he knew it.
You exhaled slowly, keeping your expression neutral as Gojo continued to entertain the crowd like this was his personal stage.
The questions didn’t stop.
“Where did you two meet?”
Gojo hummed, tapping his chin. “Ah, it’s quite the romantic story, actually—”
You shot him a warning glare.
He smirked. “—but that’s a secret.”
The crowd groaned, clearly disappointed but still eating up every word he fed them.
You, meanwhile, were dying inside.
The stares from the women hadn’t stopped. Some of them had their arms crossed, unimpressed. Others whispered behind their hands, their eyes flickering between you and Gojo like they were trying to make sense of this unbelievable pairing.
And the worst part?
Gojo knew it.
You could see it in the way he smirked, the way his grip on your hand tightened slightly, as if to prove a point.
Oh, he was enjoying this way too much.
You couldn’t take it anymore. You tugged at his arm, lowering your voice so only he could hear.
“Enough,” you hissed. “Can we go now?”
Gojo glanced at you, clearly amused. “Hmm? What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
Your eye twitched. “I will kill you.”
Gojo laughed. Actually laughed.
The crowd looked between you, interest piqued.
“You two are adorable,” one of the older women in the market cooed.
Gojo grinned. “Aren’t we?”
You resisted the very strong urge to stomp on his foot.
Instead, you yanked at his sleeve again, hissing, “If you don’t walk away in the next five seconds, I swear—”
With that, he pulled you through the crowd, his hand still firmly holding onto yours, as if to make sure you couldn’t escape just yet.
The stares followed you as you walked away.
You could still feel them.
And as Gojo led you down another street, humming to himself like nothing had happened, you made a silent vow—
You were getting back at him for this.
As soon as you were far enough from the crowd, without hesitation—
SMACK.
Your hand came down hard on Gojo’s head.
“Ow—hey!” He stumbled slightly, rubbing the spot with an exaggerated wince. “What was that for?”
You shot him a look. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe for LYING TO HALF THE TOWN?!”
Gojo blinked. Then smirked. “Ohhh, that?”
Your eye twitched. “YES, THAT.”
He chuckled, still rubbing his head. “Damn, fairy girl, you’re stronger than you look.”
“I should’ve hit you harder.”
Gojo grinned. “Aww, but then I’d have to tell everyone my lover is abusing me.”
You lunged at him.
Gojo dodged, laughing as he raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright! Relax! It was just a joke!”
“Oh, just a joke?” You crossed your arms, glaring. “Do you have any idea what you just did?!”
Gojo tilted his head. “Uh… made you a local celebrity?”
You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “Now the whole town thinks we’re together!”
Gojo shrugged. “Eh, could be worse.”
You looked at him like you wanted to strangle him. “How?"
He smirked. “Well, technically, I could’ve said we were married.”
You gaped at him in horror.
Gojo burst out laughing.
“Ohhh, your face—” He wiped a fake tear from his eye, still grinning. “That was priceless.”
You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself before you actually killed him.
Gojo smirked, tilting his head. “You’re really worked up over this, huh?”
You glared. “Because now people are going to keep asking about it! The women in town are already mad!”
Gojo hummed, amused. “Jealous, you think?”
“Oh, definitely,” you deadpanned. “I mean, look at you. Handsome, charming, the worst person I’ve ever met—”
Gojo placed a hand on his chest. “Aw, stop, you’re making me blush.”
You were so close to knocking him out.
“Look,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Just—just fix this, okay?”
Gojo raised an eyebrow. “Fix it?”
“Yes! Tell them you were lying, or joking, or—something!”
Gojo just grinned. “Ehhh… I dunno.”
Your hands curled into fists. “Gojo.”
He leaned in slightly, still smirking. “But you haven’t denied it, have you?”
Your breath caught for a second.
Then—
You shoved him so hard that he actually stumbled back, laughing.
“Fix it.”
Gojo just winked. “No promises.”
You hated him.
You really did.
And the worst part?
He knew it.
Gojo was still grinning, completely unbothered by the fact that you had just smacked him.
Then, as if he hadn’t just caused chaos, he stretched lazily and said, “Alright, let’s go to my place.”
You blinked. “What?”
Gojo looked at you like it was obvious. “My house. You know, where I live? Where we can not stand in the middle of town while you plot my murder?”
You scowled. “I don’t need to go to your house.”
Gojo smirked. “Oh, so you want to stay out here where people might keep asking about us?”
Your lips pressed together.
Damn him.
“…Fine,” you muttered, crossing your arms. “But only because I need to sit somewhere and recover from the disaster you just caused.”
Gojo chuckled. “Sure, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night, pixie.”
You shot him a glare, but he just grinned and led the way.
The walk to his home wasn’t long, but by the time you arrived, you were… surprised.
You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but the small house in front of you wasn’t anything extravagant. It wasn’t large or overly fancy, but it had a certain charm to it. The wooden walls looked well-maintained, the small porch had a few crates stacked neatly against the side, and a window had soft, warm light spilling out from within.
It looked… cozy.
You glanced at Gojo, raising an eyebrow. “This is your place?”
He grinned. “What? Expecting a castle?”
You huffed. “No. Just… thought it’d be messier.”
Gojo gasped dramatically. “Wow. You really don’t think highly of me, huh?”
You smirked. “Not even a little.”
He laughed, shaking his head as he pushed the door open. “Well, come on in. Mi casa es tu casa, fairy girl.”
You rolled your eyes but followed him inside.
And for the first time, you stepped into his world.
The moment Gojo pushed the door open, you stepped inside cautiously, taking in your surroundings.
It was… not what you expected.
The space was small but warm, with wooden beams overhead and stone walls that gave it a sturdy, lived-in feel. A wooden dining table sat at the center, covered with a checkered cloth, a half-empty bottle of wine resting on it like it had been forgotten there. Shelves lined the walls, stocked with jars, plates, and random trinkets, while an old clock ticked softly above the fireplace. The scent of dried herbs and faint traces of smoke from the stove lingered in the air, making the place feel oddly inviting.
Your gaze drifted to the kitchen area, where pots and pans hung neatly from hooks, and sunlight filtered through a small window, casting a golden glow across the room. Everything had a simple charm to it—unexpectedly cute, even.
“…Huh.”
Gojo raised an eyebrow, shutting the door behind him. “What?”
You glanced at him. “I don’t know. I just… thought you’d live in more of a mess.”
Gojo gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. “Wow. So little faith in me.”
You smirked. “I mean, considering the way you act, I expected, I don’t know—half-eaten food lying around, arrows stuck in the walls, maybe a dead animal on the floor.”
Gojo snorted. “I am a hunter, not a wild animal.”
You hummed, unconvinced, as you wandered toward the table, brushing your fingers over the wooden surface. “It’s… cute.”
Gojo smirked. “Oh? You think I’m cute?”
You turned to him with a deadpan expression. “The house.”
Gojo chuckled, clearly entertained. “Yeah, yeah. I get it. You’re too proud to admit I’ve got taste.”
You rolled your eyes and took a seat at the table. The chair creaked slightly under your weight, but it was sturdy, just like everything else in this place.
Gojo walked over to the kitchen, grabbing a couple of mugs from a shelf. “Tea?”
You blinked. “You drink tea?”
Gojo smirked over his shoulder. “What, did you think I just survive off the thrill of the hunt and sheer charisma?”
“…Yes.”
He laughed. “Fair. But no. I drink tea, and so do you now.” He placed a cup in front of you before sitting across the table, resting his chin in his palm.
For the first time since stepping into town, you felt yourself relax just a little.
Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad.
As you sat at the wooden table, fingers curling around the warm mug Gojo had placed in front of you, a strange feeling settled in your chest.
Comfort.
You weren’t sure why, but something about this place—this home—felt… good. Safe. Like it had been lived in, like it had stories within its walls. It wasn’t grand or extravagant, but it had warmth. The soft ticking of the clock, the scent of herbs in the air, the way the light spilled gently through the window—it all felt oddly familiar.
Like home.
You weren’t supposed to feel that way. Not outside the forest. Not in a human’s house. And yet…
You exhaled slowly, letting yourself sink into the moment.
Gojo, of course, noticed. He leaned back in his chair, watching you with a lazy smirk. “Comfy?”
You shot him a look. “No.”
His grin widened. “Liar.”
You huffed, sipping your tea to avoid answering. It was warm, a little bitter, but soothing in a way you hadn’t expected.
Gojo chuckled, but for once, he didn’t push.
For a moment, the two of you sat there, just existing in the quiet.
And for the first time in a long time… you didn’t feel so out of place.
The warmth of the tea seeped through the cup into your fingers, and for a moment, you let yourself enjoy it—the quiet, the stillness, the way the air inside this small home felt different from the outside world.
Gojo leaned back in his chair, watching you over the rim of his mug. “Y’know,” he started, voice smooth and teasing, “for someone who acted like they hated coming here, you’re looking awfully comfortable.
You shot him a side glance, unimpressed. “I can leave.”
Gojo smirked. “Yeah? And go where?”
That shut you up.
He knew you had nowhere else to be. That the forest was the only place you ever returned to, and even that wasn’t really a home.
You set your mug down, crossing your arms. “Don’t think this means I like you.”
Gojo grinned. “Oh, obviously. You just like my house.”
You scoffed, looking away. “Maybe.”
Gojo chuckled, but his expression softened slightly as he rested his chin in his palm, watching you. “Well, if it makes you feel any better,” he said, voice quieter this time, “you can stay as long as you want.”
You blinked, caught off guard.
He said it so casually, like it wasn’t a big deal. Like the idea of you being here, in his space, wasn’t strange at all.
You hesitated, glancing down at your cup. “…I won’t stay long.”
Gojo just smirked. “We’ll see about that.”
And for once, you didn’t argue.
The warmth of the tea, the flickering light from the stove, the faint creaks of the wooden house settling—it all felt strangely calm.
Too calm.
You weren’t sure how long you sat there, letting the silence stretch between you and Gojo. But for once, he wasn’t talking. He just leaned back in his chair, arms folded behind his head, watching you with that lazy, unreadable expression.
You didn’t like it.
It felt like he was waiting for something.
“…What?” you muttered, raising an eyebrow.
Gojo smirked. “Nothing.”
You scowled. “Then stop looking at me like that.”
He chuckled, shaking his head as he stood up, grabbing your empty mug along with his. “Alright, alright. No need to get all shy, fairy girl.”
You rolled your eyes, ignoring the way your stomach twisted slightly at his words.
As he turned away, moving toward the small sink, you let your gaze drift around the house once more. The warmth, the familiarity of it—it was dangerous. It made you forget, just for a second, that you didn’t belong here.
You exhaled, standing up as well.
You wouldn’t get too comfortable.
Because sooner or later… you’d have to leave.
A/n- Honestly, writing this took longer than I expected, but I had so much fun with it. Gojo is already a menace, and reader is already so done with him, lmao. But hey, she did feel comfortable at his place… wonder what that means. I hope I didn't disappointed y'all:>
Chapter 2 is gonna be interesting, so stay tuned! And let me know what you think so far, have a great day🩷🫶
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Summary: There's one final fairy custom yet to complete. And it involves, you, Azriel and a flower.
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Azriel found you on the outskirts of a night court meadow, the one where every kind of flower seemed to bloom. It was as if a rainbow had been painted across the land, as shades of coral, emerald and indigo overwhelmed the earth. Amongst all the colour and distraction, he noticed you though. No matter where you were, even if you were hidden, he would always find you. That blush coloured glow you unknowingly emitted, had trapped him like a siren’s call long ago.
Azriel watched you from a distance, crouched down, pulling little mushrooms to put in your basket. He wondered if you were collecting them for dinner or if you’d trade them at the market in the morning.
You looked so beautiful under the evening sun. The beacon in the sky, casting it’s golden hues across the land. The light flickering through your rosy wings that were unfurled behind you.
“Sorry I’m late my love,” Azriel spoke softly, his steps crunching through the forest grounds to meet you at the woodland border.
You had already known he was near, if it wasn’t that glowing bond that always seemed to tell you when he was close by, it was his little shadows who would often sprint ahead to meet you before their master. The little wisps were already threading their way through your hair, some helping you with your task at hand. Hastily picking the mushrooms and placing them in your basket neatly.
There were a few that were also a little impatient at times, perhaps a direct reflection of their master. You always saw his shadows imitating parts of him, parts he tried to keep hidden, even parts he felt embarrassed to show.
There was his nurturing side, how he always wanted to take care of you and support you. His shadows would often help you with tasks, or carry your tools for you. There was his playful side, a somewhat rare appearance but his shadows often liked toy and tease you. And of course there was his obsessive side, now only amplified by the mating bond– and the exact reason why some of his shadows were so desperate for you to see Azriel instantly.
The little tendril pulled your hand with a desperate tug as it sensed Azriel near, his voice singing through the trees to reach you. But you didn’t relent to its touch, finishing your task at hand as you felt your mate step beside you.
The shadows were like impatient little children, they would learn– with time.
A gentle smile spread across your lips, your hand coming above your brow to block the sun as you glanced up towards your beautiful mate. The golden hour reflecting off those hazel eyes you loved so much.
“You’re not late, don’t worry,” You reassured him, moving to your feet, your head still craning to look at your Illyrian giant of a lover.
It was only a mere second before Azriel’s arms engulfed you, his wings following suit as they wrapped around protectively. Shadows swirling around in delight that you were both finally reunited– you’d have thought by their reaction that it had been days.
No, only a mere eight hours.
But you allowed this. Didn’t pull away. Because if there was anyone more deserving of these kind of touches, it was Azriel.
You would always indulge him, never pull away first.
If he had his way, he would be attached to you at the hip. There were definitely some adjustments that were made when you first came back from your mating trip. Despite the mating frenzy supposedly being over, Azriel’s clinginess never seemed to dissipate. There was something about touching you that calmed him in a way nothing else ever could.
So he actively seeked it out.
It was such an interesting revelation to his family. The usual brooding stoic Shadowsinger, who preferred to accompany a quiet corner of a room or a boring wall– was quite fond of public displays of affection. Maybe it was the clinginess, or his possessiveness wanting to lay claim for everyone to see, but Azriel couldn’t stop touching you.
There were plenty of times your found-family would watch their brother follow you like a lost puppy, hands and shadows always reaching for some skin-to-skin connection.
It was endearing really, and well…you loved his touch too much to ever reject it.
After a few moments, you felt Azriel press his lips atop of your head, felt him inhale your scent before allowing his wings to unwrap and loosen his grip on you. Although, his hand had found its way to the small of your back, keeping you close while his other hand gently brushed the hair from your face. His fingers softly adjusting the flowers you’d braided into your hair that morning.
With a slight tilt of your chin, your lips brushed against his wrist. Leaving a light kiss across the delicate skin, causing a lazy smile to grow across his tan face. A smile he only ever showed when he felt calm, safe and content.
The meadows were quieter now, evenings were always a little softer. A change in shift patterns meant fewer fairies roamed and of course the day creatures were getting settled for slumber.
A breeze flowed that scent of night-chilled air and cedar that could send you into a slumber or a frenzy depending on your mood. You closed your eyes for a moment, to allow yourself to fully embrace that sense. As if the sense of sight might just distract you from its loveliness.
“Now…will you tell me why I had to meet you here? Not that I mind picking you up from work. But I didn’t think we were doing this anymore,” Azriel questioned, wondering why you had been so adamant he met you here.
The pad on his thumb trailing across your lashes gently before you fluttered them open again in a hum.
Originally after you’d accepted the bond, Azriel had been insistent on taking you to work, picking you up from work and well… not ever leaving your side. It rapidly became apparent that you had a slight problem.
Not that you didn’t love your mates company, god's no. Azriel was your favourite person to be with. But you were dedicated to your work, in fact a little finicky when it came to it…and your prowling possessive mate would sometimes complicate things.
There was also the fact Azriel was skipping his own duties, taking delegating to a whole new level. Not once in his life had he ever delegated his workload to others, but after the mating frenzy he fully embraced it. Something the Spymaster never thought he would do.
But you see Azriel would do anything to spend more time with you.
Including skipping work.
It had taken a long but soft conversation to come to the agreement you’re at now. A lot of hushed disagreements and finally some whispered promises that you would be okay if he wasn’t always by your side.
But of course Azriel knew you would be okay. It was he who could barely function without you.
You had both settled on a compromise, one you knew Rhys was also incredibly happy with. Especially as the way Azriel was heading, it seemed as though a retirement was a more likely outcome.
Azriel would take you to work, and on every fifth day he was allowed to join you for lunch in the meadows. But, and this was important, you would commute home with your friends, meeting Azriel in the city before coming home.
You loved your friends, your community of fairies. This part of your life was so incredibly important to you, and you were so ingrained in the culture that you weren’t willing to compromise on it, especially not to satisfy a needy– sometimes simply horny– mate.
He would survive.
Most fairies lived out in the meadows, but some, just like you and Elodie lived in the city. Preferring the hustle and bustle of Velaris.
It wasn’t just Rhys, and Elodie who were happy to get more time with their friends again. A lot of your fellow male fairies were extremely pleased and grateful, to not have the deadly Spymaster glaring at their backs while they worked.
It was intimidating for sure, but you couldn’t deny that you’d thought it was actually a little attractive. You never told him though, knowing it would have made him throw in the towel and retire right then and there. Choosing to spend the rest of his days as your own personal bodyguard.
“Hmm oh yes, well there was something I wanted to ask you Az,”
Azriel quirked his brow in question.
“You’ve been so dedicated to embracing my culture and customs…but,” you said with a slight smirk, your fingers trailing down to the daisy chain bracelet that was wrapped around your mate’s wrist.
Your fingers touched him lightly as he peered down at the flowers with a frown.
Had he done something wrong? Perhaps he’d been wearing the flowers incorrectly or not simply not wearing enough? It wasn’t a difficult adjustment, just different. Azriel wanted to so desperately fit into your world, that as soon as he noticed not just the females but male fairies wearing flowers everyday, he took it upon himself to try.
Try and incorporate those little buds of colour into his very dark wardrobe.
His first attempt, weaving them into his hair caused quite the reaction from his brothers. Rhys and Cassian howling when he came into a meeting one day.
Instead you had started making him jewellery made from flowers, them being a more subtle touch that spoke of the type of mate he had.
As if reading his thoughts, or perhaps he’d pushed it down the bond you spoke quickly. Wanting to reassure him. “You’ve done nothing wrong my love, so far from it in fact…but there was something else I wanted us to do together…”
“Anything.” Azriel blurted out in a hurry, the word swifting off his tongue like a smoke caught on a breeze.
Anything, anything, anything. His shadows sung in unison.
You chuckled lightly to yourself, at how your beautiful mate would do absolutely anything to please you. You couldn’t deny you relished in that a little. The power you held over the oh-so-scary Spymaster. That you could have him crumbling to his knees at just a smile or a please.
Or sometimes nothing at all. Sometimes he would wake up and sink himself down on you, muttering whispers like a prayer as he worshipped you with his words, fingers, tongue, co—.
“Really Azriel? Anything?” The switch in your tone caused goosebumps to rise on azriel’s skin, the sultry melody of your voice sinking into his ears as he watched your lids blink slowly. Your seductive gaze filtering up under your lashes.
He heard the shift, felt the shift, in your tone, body language– everything. Something he was well attuned to now. Body pressing deeper against his, you leaning up on your tiptoes, lips only a hot breath away.
The frenzy was long gone, supposedly. Although there wasn’t a day that went by that Azriel didn’t want you– didn’t have you. He devoured you day and night, sometimes more if he was able to sneak out of work and find you.
In fact, that desire didn’t seem to fade at all. Only grew, and you both just became somewhat better at managing it. Actually that was lie. You were good at managing it, Azriel not so much.
So whenever you would relinquish that control, Azriel couldn’t stop himself. Wouldn’t dream of depriving you.
“Anything for you my butterfly, what did you have in mind?” he purred, his hands moving to your hips to press you closer. Heat flaring up under his skin, as he noticed the change in both your scents.
“Hmm, you see there’s this custom for fairies that we have yet to complete. It’s considered a right of passage…” your own hands had found the collar of his shirt, fingers toying with the material as you glanced away playfully as you spoke. You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth lightly, that almost caused Azriel to groan right there and then.
“Tell me more about this custom.”
Tilting your head towards the bed of flowers that consumed the meadow, chewing the inside of your cheek as you tried to find the best words, “For new couples, it is considered tradition to bless the relationship by making love in a flower.”
The notion caught Azriel off guard. His eyes widening ever so slightly, as a faint blush heated his ears. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed. Whatever dominating composure he did have, had swiftly slipped away at your words.
“In a flower?,” he managed to stutter out.
You’d never seen him like this before.
Now Azriel wasn’t one to shy away in the bedroom. He wasn’t a novice, far from one in fact. And he’d proved that to you in your early months of the mating frenzy. So this rare display of bewilderment and bashfulness was rather endearing.
“Yes Azriel, I want you to fuck me in a flower. That flower to be specific.” Your slender finger pointed to a pink flower that stood tall beside your willow woven basket on the ground.
Your bluntness caused a stir within him, his gaze darkening slightly as if he finally digested your words.
This was different. Something he hadn’t even known existed. He had been very thorough when doing his research on you, but this little custom hadn’t been in his books.
There was also the factor that your suggestion was very…exposing. Not that Azriel was against being caught, voyeurism was something that had excited him in the past. But perhaps it was that innate carnal desire, the mating frenzy’s grip still tight on him, that Azriel didn’t particularly like the idea of someone seeing you.
“Oh Azriel, there’s no need to be so possessive…there’s no one here.” You teased, a playful glint in your eye as you pulled yourself away from him, hands grazing down his chest and torso lightly before putting some space between you both.
He sometimes hated how transparent he was to you, even without his emotions rippling through the bond. You just always knew. Knew what he was thinking, knew what he was feeling– always.
“Come join me Az,” you purred, this time not allowing your invitation to even be considered for rejection by the possessive male. “I want you to make love to me right there.”
Azriel’s closed the space between you, he wasn’t going to deny his mate.
𓇢𓆸
Whatever previous misgivings he may have had, were completely gone by the time you’d both dwindled and flown into the flower.
The floret you had chosen was pink and peachy, it’s hues resembling the colours that flickered off your wings in the sunlight. Velvety petals stood large and grander than he had ever imagined, stepping inside the flower was like stepping into a room. A small room, perhaps double the size of the large bed you both shared, but plenty of space for what you were wanting from him– needing from him.
The petals existed as tall large pink walls, with a ceiling of the changing sky above. And there was the bed of pollen, cushiony and pillowy beneath him that had him chewing his lip at the mere thought of having you there.
“Y/n-” he went to say your name, pulling his gaze of awe from the flower bed you’d pulled him into, to see you slipping your dress from over your shoulders. The material falling down and pooling at your feet as your wings flickered in a glow.
“Azriel, are you really going to make me wait much longer?” You whispered, a sensual strain on your voice as Azriel acknowledged just how desperate his little mate wanted this– wanted him.
Azriel grunted back a groan as his darkened hazel eyes drunk up your naked figure. Eyes grazing across every curve, just before his shadows seemed to follow suit. Mirroring his gazes with a touch.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Azriel had followed suit, stripping himself of his leathers, his eyes studying you as you stepped closer to him. Each step padding across the fluffy pollen, your hand slowly grazing up your body in a lazy but seductive manner. His shadows were swirling around your figure, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
That alone made his cock twitch.
Your teasing tone from earlier had already caused a stir within him, and seeing your naked form now only hardened his pulsing cock further.
There was also something so intimate about being here with you. In this flower, being in a part of your world, a part that you had so desperately wanted to share with him. Time and time again, Azriel was in disbelief that he was even worthy of being in this space.
You stood directly in front of him, the peaks of your breasts touching his chiselled torso as the mild evening breeze gently brushed through the petals. Your scent catching on the wind, that only confirmed to Azriel what his next move was.
Your eyes widened slightly, as you watched your beautiful mate come down to his knees, his wings slumped down casually behind him. His arms wrapping around your hips as his lips pressed against your lower abdomen, sinking further a trail of kisses down to his desired destination.
He gave you one last look up, that sultry stare under his thick dark lashes before you felt his lips latched onto your core. Your back arched instantly, head rolling back and your wings stretching further behind you.
Azriel groaned at your taste, sweet just like honey– sweet just like you.
For support, his arms quickly hooked under one of your legs, hiking it over his shoulder ensuring you were straddling his face– just the way he liked it. His other hand cupped your ass with a squeeze.
That Illyrian of yours, showing off his strength by supporting you fully with his arm strength alone. And then there was his skill, the way his tongue danced against your slick. Devouring every drop of your wetness. Your fingers instantly connected with his hair, tangling in the wavy midnight locks. You began to grind then, against his lips, pushing light pressure against his tongue that caused a groan to ripple up his throat.
“Azriel…” You breathed, a rosyness and heat filling your cheeks at the position before another whiney moan left your lips. You loved how your mate could quite literally throw you around, hike you over his face, or hold you while he fucked you.
But gods, his tongue was worshipping you, every stroke sending a wave of pleasure that was sending you into a blissful daze.
Azriel’s mouth suckled gently on your clit for a moment, making sure it was swollen and puffy before you felt his lips stretch into a smirk. Gently he placed you down, your feet reaching the plush pollen beneath you. His large calloused hand moved from your thigh up to wrap around your back.
“Fine,” he purred, knowing too well what that whine meant– that he was sending you to ecstasy and your body was about to give in.
He moved you gracefully to lay beneath him. You were sprawled, your back plush against the soft centre of the flower. Pockets of pollen and fairy dust filtering the air around you as your hair stretched out beneath you, they looked just like his tendrils of shadows.
Azriel watched you for a moment, your radiant figure vibrant under the moon's glow. The way your hand reached up for him, fingers grazing the line of his jaw. Your wings spread out below you, beautiful and glowing.
This. This moment right here was it.
He had to take a moment to remember it, treasure it and keep it safe in his mind.
Then, he leaned down. His mouth slotting over yours in a passionate ravenous kiss. Your mouths moved in synchrony with one another as it grew deeper and wetter. You felt his pelvis against you, his erection obvious. You pulled away for a moment, eyes glancing down over the curves of your breasts to see his large leaking cock between you.
“Azriel…stop making me wait,” you whined at the sight, your hips lifting up to rock against him.
His lips pulled into a light smile at your desperation, but he dropped himself down. Finding himself in his favourite place again- between your legs.
He wanted to drink you up first.
𓇢𓆸
Azriel sat against the petal wall, his large heavy wings sprawled out behind him in a slump. You angelically moved to straddle him. Each movement causing a puff of pollen to float in the air, which only amplified the glow of your wings.
Wisps floated in the space around you, illuminated by the moonlight shining from above.
“How long have you been waiting for this, my little butterfly?” Your wetness still covering his lips as he teased, his calloused fingers gripping your ass cheeks gently. Once, twice, he squeezed before he grazed his fingers down your thighs and up again. Then, he slotted his mouth over the peak of your breast. Finding that gentle balance of sucking and nibbling that he knew had you quivering.
“Longer than you would assume-” you gasped at the feeling, eyes rolling back for a moment as you bit back a moan.
“Tell me when.” Azriel almost commanded, one hand weaving its way in your hair to tug at the way your head rolled back. The sight of you fighting bliss as your eyes fluttered shut for a moment shot straight to his member. It clenched and tapped against his abdomen, pre cum stringing from his tip to his torso.
You moved then, hovering slightly over his leaking cock, your soaked wet folds grinding over the head. Mixing your sweetness with his. Your wings twitched as his hot tip rubbed over your sensitive clit, Azriel had already made you finish three times.
Azriel growled out a moan at the touch. So light and teasing.
“Tell me.” He demanded again, this time pushing you down onto him his hands holding your hips as he guided you. The stretch filling you with a pleasure that elicited a sweet moan. Azriel groaned as he felt himself fill you fully. His large thick cock feeling so tight in your heat.
Slowly you began to roll your hips, finding a rhythm you knew he loved. Azriel’s head rolled against the rubbery petal, his pupils wide, mouth agape.
“I’ve been waiting for this since I showed you how to dwindle,” you admitted, referencing a time well over a year ago now.
So much had changed since that time. But one thing had remained the same, you were completely and utterly in love with the Shadowsinger.
Azriel growled, not just at the pleasure you were edging him towards but to the reality you’d both come to terms with since accepting the mating bond. That for years prior you had both been pining for one another.
“You’re telling me we could have been doing this for a year already?” Azriel grunted, his face coming to the curve of your neck as he held you steady, his own hips rolling up to rock into you.
“We’ve been over this Az,” you couldn’t help the smirk that spread across your lips. “You’ll just have to make up for lost time.”
Azriel’s eyes darkened slightly and with a tight grip on your hips, he pushed even deeper.
“I can do that.”
𓇢𓆸
It was Azriel’s wings that were twitching now, yours were tucked away by magic while your mate’s hard chest pressed against your back. His hips rolling into you from behind, as he embraced you tightly, hand squeezing your breast.
Azriel’s face was burrowed into the curve of your neck, he had left many marks there, laying claim. But now all the Illyrian could manage was flurry of moaning whispers and whiney words as you felt him near his release.
“So– mhm– feels so good angel,” he choked out, a guttural moan leaving his swollen mouth from where you’d kissed and sucked so much.
“Azriel–” you breathed out, your hand tangled so tightly in his hair little tiny daisy’s had grown from your magic touch. Weaving their way into his strands.
His rhythm was getting quicker, thrusts shorter but deeper. Sweat was beading off his face onto your neck as he brought his hand round to touch your clit again. That sensitive bud he couldn’t leave alone.
That extra touch was enough.
A sweeping, rolling hot wave moved from your centre, you back arching into your mate as you cried out in pleasure. Your release consuming you as your mate joined. Azriel thrusted deeper into your core, the feeling rippling through his body as he juttered into you.
Ribbons of his hot sticky cum filling you up.
You both laid there for a moment.
Your finger gently untangled from his hair, coming down to rest on his hand that was holding your waist. Your finger slightly grazing over the deep scars set into his flesh.
Catching your breaths, you glanced up at the twinkling stars that basked their light down onto you.
“I love you,” Azriel spoke first, his lips so close to your ear you felt his mouth move against your skin. He pressed a sweet kiss on the curve of your neck, just below your ear. His nose gently brushing up and down your soft skin.
You turned at that, reluctantly pulling yourself off him to get a look at him. His cock softer but still throbbing as it left a trail of his seed down the inside of your thigh. Azriel had a dazed but loving look in his eyes, his hazel gems pulling your lips into a smile. He was sweaty, rosy and hot, and just so beautiful.
Gently your fingers began to fuss over the flowers that had grown from your release, softly pulling them from his hair.
He watched you, his eyes taking in every inch of your expression. Your heated cheeks, the sheen from sweat that just made you glisten more. You were just so beaut–
With that thought Azriel’s cock throbbed again, a moan climbing up his throat as he hastily pulled your hands away to kiss you. Hips pushing against you for more. Bursts of pollen sprung into the air from his sudden movement.
Chuckling through your kiss, you called his name. Really again? It was the fourth round tonight.
“I need you–” Azriel went to defend, only to cut himself off with a violent sneeze.
Bursts of pollen spun round the space, as you watched your mate’s nose scrunch into another sneeze.
“Bless you,” you giggled when he finally stopped, your arms wrapping around his neck as he positioned himself above you.
“Blessed I am to have you,” he replied sincerely.
𓇢𓆸
Cassian let out another giant sneeze, causing Rhys and Azriel to give him an unimpressed look from across the table.
“Could you at least use this when you sneeze, I get enough yuck and gunk with the kids” Rhys spoke with annoyance, throwing a silk embroidered handkerchief across to his brother.
Cassian glared back, snatching the midnight material and wiping his nose slightly before stuffing it in his pocket.
“I can’t help it, Azriel stinks!”
Rhys stole a sideways glance at Azriel before returning his attention to Cassian again.
It had been a few days since that night in the meadows, a night Azriel was keen to repeat again. But Cassian was right, he couldn’t seem to shake the pollen.
“I don’t understand, what have you been doing? Rolling around in a field?” Cassian scoffed, folding his arms as he looked across at his brother in question.
Rhys couldn’t hide the shit-eating grin that spread across his face, his hand coming to cover his mouth as he stifled a laugh.
Azriel fought off a smirk. “Something like that Cass,” however it was only a second before Rhys bellowed a laugh. Azriel was quick to follow, with a chuckle.
“Wait! What is it? What am I missing?” Cassian demanded from them both.
“Nothing Cass, don’t worry about it brother,” Azriel replied, his jaw hurting from trying to contain his laughter.
“I swear if this is a sex thing and you’re not telling me I won’t forgive you!!!!”
a/n: the flower sex is finally here!!! yaaaayyyyy hahaha okay so this was actually so hard to write, smut does not come easy but I'm somewhat satisfied with the outcome. Lemme know what you want from these two next! Enjoy my loves <3
