hi guys! i'm in financial need right now so i'll be opening up commissions for fanfic writing where i'll write your self insert/oc, i'll be having 30 slots open for it โ so if you're interested, send a dm and i'll send in further details.
what i'll write for :
- fluff
- angst
- hurt/comfort
- various tropes
what i won't write for :
- nsfw
- yandere
- taboo topics
fandoms i'll write for :
- jujutsu kaisen
- haikyuu
- my hero academia
- marvel cinematic universe
characters i'll write for :
from jujutsu kaisen :
- satoru gojo
- suguru geto
- kento nanami
- hiromi higuruma
- ryomen sukuna
- toji fushiguro
- yuji itadori
- megumi fushiguro
from haikyuu :
- shoyo hinata
- kei tsukishima
- tetsuro kuroo
- kozume kenma
- keiji akaashi
- rintaro suna
- atsumu miya
- osamu miya
- kiyoomi sakusa
- hajime iwaizumi
- tooru oikawa
from my hero academia :
- katsuki bakugo
- keigo takami
- touya todoroki
from marvel :
- tony stark
- bucky barnes
- peter parker
- loki laufeyson
- sam wilson
- marc spector
- miguel o'hara
- hobie brown
- peter b. parker
price per drabble : 15$
depending on what you request for your drabble, it will be between 1k-1.5k words on a minimum, of course it can get to more than that, like i said, it depends on what you request.
i really hope you guys can help me out, even if just by a reblog <333 and if you're interested in more details, dm me.
university!au [may repost as it isnt showing in tags]
kamo choso would call himself a victim to a series of accidents.
firstly, the day he met you, he had accidentally slept through his alarm clock, leading him to be twenty minutes behind schedule. on his way to the bus, he had picked up a coffee, and sprinted to catch the last bus to his high school.
then, he had accidentally turned and hopped onto the first bus he saw, grabbing the only available seatโthe seat next to you. you began talking, and by the end of your highschool years, you and choso had become inseparable.
however, there was an additional accident that choso had never anticipated. he had never meant for this to happen, only realizing it one night after a particularly fun outing with you.
kamo choso had fallen in love with you, so deeply and irrevocably that he was, in the simplest terms, a mess.
he wasnโt supposed to be in love with you, his absolute best friend and confidante, and yet, there was nothing he could do to slow his heart whenever you came around.
both fortunately and unfortunately, the two of you attended the same university which meant two things. one was that heโd always be comfortable and have his best friend. the other was that he would never get over you.
โchoso,โ you say one day as your sitting in his bed, watching as he organizes his desk. โyouโve been in your head lately.โ
โwhat do you mean?โ he asks, spending a particularly long time arranging his pens so he doesnโt have to see you and get more distracted than he already was.
god your lips. and your gentle smile and your soft skin.
he wanted to kiss you. he wanted to pin you down and tell you he loved you and hear you say it back between breathy gasps and pleasured moans andโฆ.
โi mean that youโre more spacey than usual.โ you say.
he turns around then, watching you covered in sunshine and smiling warmly at him in that distinctive way you always did. everything about you was so perfect.
โif you were in love with someone that youโve known for a long time, how would you go about confessing?โ he asks.
โwell if i know them really well, i would kiss them to find out. i know iโd never say anything about that if it was someone like you.โ
and so, in a brief moment of confidence, choso walks over to the bed and presses his lips to yours.
"โi don't look half good enough for him tonightโ"
"โi hear he's looking for a duchess!"โ"
"โyou must make haste, he won't be here for longโ"
the ballroom erupts in a cacophony, but you stand against the wall with a glass of lemonade, rolling your eyes at the dramatics. being in your early twenties and already deemed a spinster by many mamas in the ton, you're grateful you're past your debutant years when men triple your age regard you with the same respect they'd give a stack of hay.
"finally found you," shoko stumbles into you, almost sloshing her drink onto your gown. you pay no mind to her, keeping your eyes trained on the crowd surrounding the entrance. "mr gojo wouldn't stop putting grapes into my glass. i was going to have to give him a facer if he didn't stop."
you tilt your head to look at her. "how's promenading with mr gojo?"
shoko rolls her eyes. "dreadful. all he speaks of is himself and his nightly activities at the gentleman's club."
you smile and shake your head, sipping your drink. the music cut off at the duke's arrival resumed, and couples began dancing again.
"โhe looked at meโ" a young woman gloats to her friend as they pass.
"ugh," you groan, glancing at shoko, who's trying to hide the empty dance card on her wrist. "i can't believe this," you mumble, face in a scowl.
"can't believe what?"
you turn to face her. "these girls tripping over themselves for a man! a man, shoko."
the brunette nods to whatever you're saying, though she pays no attention. "he's most likely more gentlemanly than mr gojoโ"
"โhe's most likely," you cut in. "an old, egotistic, unsightly rake who wants nothing more than a young lady to put his rotting, wrinklyโ"
shoko stifles a sudden giggle before you, her hand covering her mouth.
"what?" you snap, gaze narrowed at your best friend.
shoko merely points behind you, her face slack at seeing something you cannot.
so, you turn. your line of sight is hindered by a navy coat, and as your eyes adjust, you realise it is, in fact, attached to a man. you peer at the ground as you lower to a curtsy. "my lord."
"good evening, miss."
shoko takes the cup from your hands before she leaves, sparing you no support. your eyes follow her retreating figure, your face hot and your hands shaking in embarrassment.
"i apologise greatly, my lordโ" you finally tilt your head up, but the sight that welcomes you isn't one you'd expected.
the man is tall, taller than the other men of the ton. his skin is like porcelain, his eyes a deep shade of brown, and his cheeks are tinted a shade of pink, and, you squint slightly, so is his hair.
"i hope you do not mind the intrusion," the man says, snapping you out of your daze. "i was simply going to ask what could have gotten a young woman, such as yourself, so riled up?"
your mouth opens and closes like a fish, something your mama had taught you to never do in the presence of royalty or a man. the man chuckles at your stunned countenance but waits patiently until you collect yourself.
"i was simply describing the duke who had arrived just before, my lord," you say once you have composed yourself. "it is a known fact here that such men are of the sort."
"indeed," he mumbles, a hint of laughter in his response. "however, this duke is nothing of the sort."
your eyebrows raise and you nod along. "so, you've seen him then?"
"seen him? i know him personally."
you nod, smoothing out your skirts. "right."
"i can give you an introduction if you would like?"
you sigh. "i am terribly busy, you see," throwing your thumb over your shoulder. "spinster responsibilities."
the man's eyebrows jumped. "oh, so you're unmarried and unwilling to partake in such a thing?"
shaking your head, you scoff, earning a few glances from others around you. "twenty-two is barely old enough to be considered a spinster, my lord, but my mama insists it is appropriate, and who am i to be doubtful of her wisdom?"
"right," he mutters, the corner of his lips upturning at the sight of yours doing the same. "so, i shouldn't introduce a diamond, such as yourself, to the egotistic and unsightly duke?"
your cheeks burn with the humiliation of your previous words. "i accept the offer, but only because you are incredibly persuasive, my lord."
the man winks, but remains where he is stood. you clasp your hands before you, waiting for him to lead the way.
moments pass, and you notice debutants and mamas alike watching the pair of you stand in complete silence. you wonder what could be so exciting that the ton stands and stares at youโa topic of gossip that never seems to leave their minds.
growing increasingly uncomfortable, you peer up at the man.
"so, when is this introduction taking place?" you ask, voice meek.
"right now," he smiles, his brown eyes twinkling with mischief. and with fear, you realise your mistake.
you curse under your breath and curtsy.
"stand up," the duke laughs, and you can't help but giggle nervously with him. "it took you long enough to realise."
now you know why the ton was staring at you so intentlyโit wasn't you they were staring at.
"excuse me for being so naive," you swipe the back of your hand across your forehead, trying to ignore how his gaze caresses your collarbone.
"never mind that," he waves his hand in dismissal. "so, what's the final verdict? my diamond?" he teases, stretching his arms out.
"uhโ" you pause, taking your time running your eyes over every inch of him. "definitely not unsightly."
he nods once, his lips pulled into a devilish grin. "i'm pleased."
and then he leans down and takes your hand in his. his palm is larger than yours, and you notice his grip is firmer and more sure than any man who'd held your fingers before. the look he gives you through his lashes is one you'll never forget.
"duke of st. john," he says against your hand before pressing his lips delicately against the silk fabric of your gloves. "but you can call me ryomen."
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the whole conference roomโs eyes was on nanami kento when he made a remark that would cement the next few months at jujutsu technologies.
โif atlantis solutionโs ceo is against the request to maintain a base here during negotiations and product collaborations, i will have to deny the contract for the deal.โ
not even an hour later, the free executive office to his left was filled with moving material, an interior designer consulting her assistant on how to brighten the space.
you were suspiciously absent from the office for the last few hours โ presumably arranging things at your own office headquarters.
as much as he couldnโt help but admire you, every part of him that still remained practical in your presence rejoiced in forcing your move.
having you nearby was less selfish than it appeared.
while gojo would laugh and say that he was doing it for himself, in reality, it was out of a very real fear that you would do some background work that could lead to his end as ceo.
as disgruntled as he seemed, he truly loved his job. he knew full well that someone as accomplished and ambitious as yourself could use that very love to bring him to his knees.
though truthfully, he thinks you donโt need all of that to do that.
just you being yourself was enough.
in the midst of this thought process, you finally entered the office again. some part of you seemed more subdued since the meeting, and he ached to know what it was that you were thinking about.
โhello,โ you say, seeming tired and not at all like yourself. โis it alright if i sit down? my office is kind of a war zone.โ
โby all means,โ he says, getting up to extend the chair for you. you smile graciously, though it doesnโt quite reach your eyes as you sit down. โis something the matter?โ
you sigh and meet his eyes. in some twisted sense, this is the most genuine heโd seen you since last night in the rain.
โi needed to tell my office headquarters, send an official notice as to my whereabouts, andโฆgot into a particularly heated argument with a collaborator of mine.โ
โcollaborator?โ he asks.
โfor a time, atlantis solutions was a partner venture. i worked with a person you might know. he is far away from this whole sceneโgojo made sure of it. heโs bent a few laws but heโs a good person. of courseโuntil i made a split second decision.โ
โto work here?โ nanami can shamefully admit that he is hooked to whatever words leave your lips. everything is so well said, so beautifully phrased, and your voice makes it so intriguing. he finds himself thinking that he could listen to you talk for hours.
โhe wasnโt happy with me choosing to make a deal with gojoโs company at all,โ you sighed, โthey have some brief unresolved problems.โ
and then it hits him. โyour collaborator is geto suguru?โ
โthe one and only,โ you laugh, though it falls flat of your normal joyous tune.
ahhh i love doing this โ feel free to send an ask with any questions or comments you may have :3 i have so much planned
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โso good to hear from you mr. nanami kento. the way youโve been, youโd almost forget that i made up this whole jujutsu technology thing.โ
nanami put a hand up to his temple, realizing that he had forgotten just how much of a pain in the ass his friend turned superior was.
gojo satoru was notorious for revolutionizing the technology field with his creations. jujutsu tech was a frivolous venture โ one that he had began to prove to their inner circle of friends and investors that he was truly, one of the most innovative entrepreneurs of all time.
of course, when the load and expectations became quite much, he decided to stick to the press and marketing area and left most of the operations to kento.
โsince when did you entertain relations with atlantis solutions?โ he sighed, โand i want the straight answer. not some bullshit.โ
โah, i see youโve met the stunning ceo then. whatโs your impression?โ from his tone, nanami can practically feel the smirk from gojo across the line.
โanswer my question or i will be forced to come and seek you out in person.โ
โso stern nanami,โ gojo laughs. โlook, the only reason i agreed to the deal is because atlantis solutions has the software knowledge we need to expand. there is no reason we shouldnโt meet that profit margin. plus, you need to get around a little.โ
โwhat?โ he asks.
โadmit it,โ gojo laughs again, โtheyโre your type.โ
โi do not mix personal matters with business,โ he responds, trying not to think of yesterdayโs encounter.
you, soaked in the rain, clothes clinging to soft skin, lips plush and so innocently asking for a ride home โ only to be a candidate for taking over both of your companies.
โyes, absolutely your type,โ gojo concludes all on his own. โgo to that meeting and be yourself.โ
with that, gojo drops the call, only moments before his secretary walks in.
โmr. nanami,โ she says, โitโs time for the meeting. the atlantis solutions ceo is already in conference room three.โ
โof course,โ he says, unsurprised that youโre in that room and his heartโs already picked up pace.
the walk to the conference room is agonizing. with every step he attempts to strategize, wondering if he will truly be able to measure up to you. youโre formidableโฆ.and distracting, two things that will mess up the focus and clarity he needs to be the ceo that his company needed.
when he walks in, the breath is almost stolen from his lungs when he sees you again. somehow, in the forty five minutes that youโd been gone, youโd managed to make yourself even more stunning than usual.
he supposed you came to him in some state of undress, if how you looked now was your normal presentation.
he took his seat on the other side of the table, looking at his papers and doing everything he could not to look at you until he couldnโt anymore.
โhello there kento,โ you say, and heโs winded by the way his first names leaves your lips.
say it again, his thoughts nearly beg, but he regains his composure.
โletโs begin our negotiations.โ he says, โstarting with this. atlantis solutions ceo must work at our office headquarters if this deal is to go through. i do not want our operations being separate if we are in a business venture together.โ
your gasp gives him the confidence he needs to continue.
kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader, face sitting, implied overstim but doesnโt go into detail, pussy drunk kuroo
kuroo tetsuro wants nothing more than for you to sit on his face.
the first time he asks, youโre nearly stunned into silence, looking at your college sweetheart and wondering what had gotten into him.
โcome on,โ he almost whines, holding your waist. โitโll be fun. i already love seeing you fall apart on my tongue. itโll be even better if youโre on my face!โ
โthatโs ridiculous,โ you scoff, pecking your boyfriendโs cheek. โi could crush you.โ
his eyes transition into a deep brown from their usual gold as he skates his eyes down your form. โi want that,โ he says lowly.
somehow, one kiss leads to another and your sitting on his face. hips thrashing against his tongue as you grip the sheets and his hair for dear life.
โtetsuro!โ you moan, vision fuzzy from every lick of your boyfriend into your dripping folds. youโd never realized how lengthy of a tongue he had, flicking your clit over and over until you were left a babbling mess.
โplease,โ you gasp out when he rolls it around with his tongue which goes even deeper with every moan from your mouth. โlet me cum. please.โ
he chuckles lowly, and the vibrations have you pressing into his face even more.
heโs a content man. all he wanted was this, suffocated by your plush thighs and sweet cunt, lapping at your juices like a man starved.
a harsh suck and flick of your clit and youโre seeing stars, falling apart on his eager tongue.
you pant heavily, attempting to shift your hips before he roots them in place.
โlove?โ you ask, winded from your last high, โwhat are you doing?โ
he gently removes you from his lips, only to smirk. โcome on. you can give me a few more. youโre so sweet.โ
with that, youโre on his face again, tongue delving even deeper as you clutch the sheets and cry out his name for the millionth time.
ceo!nanami x ceo!reader, office romance, fluff, angst, suggestive
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐:
nanami kento is the famous and respected ceo of jujutsu technologies. heโs been on the covers of many many magazines for his work ethic, and always says that the key to his work is his focus. all that focus disappears on the night he meets you, the ceo of atlantis solutions, destined to flip him and the fate on his company on its head.
you are an empress perfect in every way... until your husband suddenly casts you aside for his expecting mistress. but you won't be dethroned just like that, because the newly coronated western emperor, gojo satoru, sets his sights on you, and thus your revenge against your ex-husband begins...
genre/warnings:
18+ suggestive contentโminors do not interact!โmight be ooc, kinda slowburn, angst to eventual fluff, divorce, marriage of convenience, heavy pining (from gojo's part), childhood friends trope, mentions of infidelity, misogyny, infertility, explicit smut
note:
loosely inspired by and taking some elements of manhwa remarried empress (but i promise you, it's different). my god, for the past month this is all i can think about *sobs* wc. 10.5k ! this is the longest thing i've ever posted here, and if you'd give it a chance, then i'll be really, really thankful!
credit header goes to @/gojokko in twitter!
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โI accept the divorce.โ
Your perfect life was done for. Everything you had worked hard towardsโ it was now in shambles and tatters.
You, an ethereal, revered empress... someone untarnished in the face of public and private, had just agreed to the emperorโs blatant request of separation.
โMy god... how can this be!?โ
โYour Majesty! Please reconsider!โ
Emperor Zenโin Naoya of the Eastern Empire, your husbandโand companion for more than ten yearsโsmirked as he looked down at you, paying zero attention to the uproar in this courthouse.
But then you heard that kind, velvety voice from the back of your head:
โIf you become my empressโฆ that will make me the happiest man alive.โ
This place has turned into a whopping circus ever since you and Naoya stepped inside anyway. And so, having nothing worthy left to lose, you declared, โAnd I demand an immediate approval for my remarriage.โ
Your boldness once again stirred a wave of clamor among the crowd, and even Naoya was glaring at you in disbelief now. โA remarriageโฆ? How dare youโ!โ
โWell... is it the time for my grand entrance?โ
Deep from behind the curtains, suddenly he emerged, dressed in the most lavish robes befitting his own throne, outshining everyone in the room as if he was the one owning the place.
โHeh.โ His low chuckle stunned even the mass as he took big strides towards where you were.
This would seal your fate. From now onwards, you would no longer be the perfect empress. Your messy divorce and remarriage will relegate that image to history.
โMy goodness, thatโsโฆโ the woman in the front gasped. โWestern Empireโsโฆโ
โGojoโฆ Satoru?โ Naoya's eyes lit with genuine fury as the other man took his place by your side. โYou couldn't possibly meanโฆ!โ
You interrupted him regally. โYes, he is the man I wish to remarry.โ
This event was going to blow up tomorrow, with scandalous titles no less than The Deposed Empress Remarries! And there was no going back, ever.
How did your pristine life turn into such a shameful debacle? None of these turn of events would be imaginable for you several years prior...
SATORU, THE CROWN PRINCE OF WESTERN EMPIRE
To Satoru, you were more than just the eastโs breathtaking empressโyou had captured his attention long before you ascended to that role.
Seven years ago, you were the renowned noble lady, the paragon of perfection sought after by many lords and monarchs alike.
You were both cunning and fair, pretty in the face, came from an illustrious family known for birthing famous empresses in either western and eastern empires. You were the quintessential template that mothers advised their sons to seek in a wife.
The fairest in the landโthat was how people called you. And Gojo Satoru is always and only interested in the best.
โSuguru... look at her.โ His eyes would soften at the sight of you as he nudged at his closest ally and confidant, the duke. โShe is so... pretty, isnโt she?โ
Unfortunately, you had been promised to the Eastern Empireโs crown prince from a long time ago too. There was little that the outsiders, including himselfโeven if he was the heir apparent to his own throneโcould do to sway your heart.
โThere's more to women than their faces, Satoru,โ Suguru sighed, thinking that what he had was a mere lust. โMoreover, sheโs engaged to the Zenโin... and they have a very good relationship. Nothing you can do about that.โ
โHmph.โ
To be honest, he couldnโt fathom what you could possibly like about that murderous Zenโin spawn. He was a pompous human being, no less.
How on earth could you stand someone like that? Satoru had always wonderedโฆ especially when it was well-known to the land that you and him were on good terms despite your arranged marriage.
โand once, he thought he knew who you areโฆ
. . .
Satoru swallowed the bitterness rising in his throat as he attended the royal wedding of you and Zenโin Naoya. Despite hating the circumstances, he had to admit it was a fairytale weddingโalbeit with the wrong groom.
You were the epitome of picture book princess. In his eyes, and in the eyes of the attendees of your wedding.
Oh, and he made headlines too, that dayโ
โMy princess, may I have this dance?โ
Two hours hadnโt even passed by after you swore your vows as Naoyaโs bride, and there he was, asking for your first dance, in your own wedding ball, right in front of your newly wedded husband.
Everyone bet on you turning him down and making a fool of himself, but instead, to spare his feelings, you put your delicate hand in his, and with a wide, shy smile, you said, โYes.โ
Satoru thought it was his greatest achievement then. To have made Naoya red-faced, to have made him watch as he put his hands on your waist, twirl you aroundโ and come one breath away from your face.
โPrincess, youโreโฆโ his breath caught as he pulled you close, staring straight at your faceโand suddenly he felt like life was so unfair to him as the slow melody of waltz was all he could hear.
How could you be this close... and yet so far by being somebody elseโs wife?
And yet he forced the words out, with sincerity he had never showed anyone else before, even as his heart bled and shattered. โYouโre so incredibly beautiful.โ
Your eyes widened, sparkling with wonder, before you thanked him with the loveliest of smiles. โThank you. Youโre too kind.โ
Satoru was certain... you had ruined him, because no one else would ever be able to turn his world with just a smile like you did, even as you broke his heart too into a million pieces.
. . .
Ever since that day, everyone had branded him as a prince in search of scandalโcoveting the princess married to Zenโin clan.
What everyone didnโt know was that it went beyond that. His obsession of you went beyond your beauty and charms and wits. Rather, it goes a long way back.
YOU, THE CROWN PRINCESS OF EASTERN EMPIRE
As inconceivable as it was, once upon a time, you and Naoya were a truly, happy couple.
Handpicked by the late emperor to become his sonโs wife, you couldnโt be more proud. With you being the next empress of the Eastern Empire, your clan once again proved itself that it was always worthy of a seat in the monarchy.
But beyond that, you were elated that it was Naoya that you ended up marrying. Your own childhood friend, who often led you around his palace by hand and filled your days with many joy and laughs.
โOne day soon, when we are the emperor and the empressโโ younger Naoya was always someone who had big dreams about ruling his nation. โWe will create a nation in which no one can do anything as they please! Weโll establish order, and anyone who goes against it will be punished! That way, itโll encourage fairness!โ
Not knowing it yourself, you had given your heart wholly to him. You had agreed to all his dreams and visions. You devoted yourself to them all, even more so after your marriage and coronation, as he promised you an ever after.
โFrom now on, itโs going to be me and you, Empress.โ
YOU, THE EMPRESS OF EASTERN EMPIRE
โYour role is to give an heir to the throne, Empress.โ
Your title had never sounded so heavy to you before now, especially when Naoya was the one saying it.
You sighed, gathering your wits and scattered feelings before levelling your calm gaze on your husband. โI understand that, Your Majesty. But it is not something that I can do on my own.โ
This year would mark the fifth year of your marriage to Naoya. You understood that the fact you still werenโt able to be with his child would raise questions from the court, but still, must you be reminded of this fact over and over?
Your husbandโno, the emperorโbarked a satire laugh.
โOh, really? As I understand it, being infertile is not something I can help you with.โ
That hurt. It was a searing pain, like being branded with a red-hot iron. And it felt as if he had torn through your chest with his fist alone.
โIโm not infertile.โ Your eyes gleamed with pure defiance as you lifted your chin, facing him in his audience chamber.
It dawned on you that lately, one of the few ways you could speak to him was by requesting an audience as opposed to your usual midnight talks in your private chambers.
When did it start to change? Or was Naoya this kind of person right from the very beginning and you were just blinded by love back then?
"Oh? And what would you call being childless for five years then?" Naoya sneered at you from his dais, placing one hand on his jaw. "Bad luck? You must be terribly cursed with misfortune then."
You fisted your dress, summoning all your strength to hold back tears. Don't you dare cry. Not in front of him.
It wasn't as if you didn't want to carry his heir. For many women, holding their baby in their arms is a cherished dream, and when they hold a position of power like yours, it becomes not just a desire but a duty.
You tried everythingโcalling in the best doctors, consuming horrible potions, even consulting with the oracle. And they all said you were perfectly healthy and fine. You were at your wits end too.
The irony. You were celebrated in public for your competence, while privately, you suffered your husband's cold detachment and cruel remarks.
. . .
"Empress, where should we put the welcome gifts?"
You studied the floor plan of the banquet hall for your annual New Year's ball with a thoughtful hum before pointing at the entrance.
"Place it here. We want our guests to know that we are generous, and it's easily accessible since the parlor is the first area they reach after arriving."
You loved planning festivities. It was therapeutic in a way, and it gave you little time to think of anything else.
"Oh, and I want to have a welcome arch and flowers placed at the entrance too. This is the grandest event of the year, second only to the Emperor's birthday... we must display the grandeur that befits such an occasion."
Your head maidservant, Hanabi, placed a hand on her abdomen and nodded with a warm smile. "That's a very clever suggestion, Your Majesty! I'll ensure they arrange everything just as you wish!"
As she scurried away, you watched her with an assessing gaze. Hanabi had been with you throughout the five years of your marriage, always at your side, assisting with day-to-day matters and serving as your confidant. She was a great aide.
And you were observant by nature... so of course you noticed things.
...and if you were correct, then she was most definitely with a child.
The thing is... she is unmarried. You hesitated to jump to conclusions without evidence, yet the timing struck you as more than coincidentalโit nagged at you for weeks now, suggesting a connection you hoped did not exist.
Because if they really did... then...
You didn't dare to think, because it would be more than a nightmare. But you weren't able to let this go either, so you did what was necessary.
You planted a note in Hanabi's chamber, and then you waited in the gardens, the chilly midnight air wrapping around you like a shroud.
You had done everything you could. Five years ago, you let go of everything and had decided to spend your life with your first loveโNaoya.
Because you truly and devotedly love him. You give your all for himโfor your life together.
"Ooh, Your Majesty~! It's so cold out here, why not in our usualโ"
Hanabi's voice faltered as soon as she saw your crimson gown, feeling like the world had collapsed on her. And you rigidly turned towards her, feeling more or less the same.
And yet, what you had received from him is the greatest betrayal.
SATORU, THE EMPEROR OF THE WESTERN EMPIRE
He first realized something was clearly wrong with you during the New Yearโs ball that you hosted.
Satoru had just been crowned emperor during this time, and though rulers typically sent envoys to such grand celebrations due to concurrent festivities in their own lands, it had been several months since he last saw you. He wants to see you.
A meritless action, but he wanted to, regardless.
But that day, you were a fantastic actress in this stage called banquet hall and nobody was the wiserโฆ but he would know, because you mattered a lot to him.
"Your Majesty, you don't seem well." He approached you with a glass of champagne, affixing a friendly smile. "Is there anything amiss?"
Taken aback, you didn't expect such close proximity that you took a step back. His smile almost faltered, but he kept it up.
"Emperor Satoruโ"
"Ah, none of that, no. Address me just as you usually do, hmm?"
A smile finally tugged at your lips. "How is that fair, when you address me so formally?"
Satoru chuckled. "You, my queen, deserve all the finery and grandeur there is. And I will see to it that you do."
That was his nickname for you ever since you ascended the throne. Both of your countries refer you as โempressโ, but he loves addressing you as โqueenโ instead.
There was a shift in your expression, and he thought you looked melancholic. It bothered him, stirring a desire to erase that somber look from you. Because above anything and everything, you had to be happy and smiling.
"You're still a flirt, I see, Satoru," you remarked, throwing him a soft smile. "It won't do you good if you're seen with me most of the time, you know."
No, Iโm doing this just for you. He wanted to tell you that, but he sighed instead. "You've got it wrong. When I'm in the company of the most beautiful woman in the lands, what's there to be ashamed of?"
Perhaps hearing that finally melted you a bit as you freely giggled this time, and Satoru was glad that he made you laugh even a little.
"You would think that, huh..." you fondly mumbled. And then your expression crumbled, and he could've sworn something painful flashed in your eyesโ
What happened to you? He so desperately wanted to ask, but then he saw that preying gaze on both of you. Zenโin Naoya. Satoru clicked his tongue as he watched him weave through the crowd, his gaze locked ominously on both of you.
โSeems like we donโt have much time, after all,โ he began, urgency sharpening his words. โBut rest assured, whenever you want to talk to me, just send a little birdie my way and I shall answer.โ
โHuh?โ you blinked at him questioningly, totally not getting what he meant.
He winked, then took your hand and placed a kiss on it, eliciting murmurs of surprise from the crowd at his bold gesture. โAnd chin up, my queen. You have nothing to fear, and if it makes you feel better...โ
He leaned in to whisper in your ear, โTo me, a diamond is most beautiful. And youโฆ are one that sparkles above all.โ
โNaoya, unhand me this instant!โ
You were tired of this shit, of Naoya always manhandling youโof him always having a total control over you.
After seeing how close you got to Satoru, Naoya practically saw red. Still, in the prying eyes of public, he remained unperturbed, but his vice-like grip on your arm was sure to leave bruise as he unkindly led you out of the ballroom.
"Naoya!" you raised your voice this time, even louder than before, uncaring even when the wandering eyes of the servants curiously followed the two of you.
You were not made an empress just to follow him. And with that conviction, you forcibly pulled your arm away from his grip right after he shut the door to the drawing room close, not even wincing at the stinging feeling.
His eyes shone with anger. โYou insolentโ!โ
โNoโโ You stood your ground, and suddenly you got very irate and burst out, โHow dare you, Zenโin Naoya!โ
He looked at you with equal surprise and mortification, clearly unprepared for your righteous tirade.
"You have made a mockery of our marriage! You have insulted me and your own throne by carrying on withโ with the help! My maid!" you screamed at his face, pure anger coursing through your veins. "How could you!?"
Naoya took in your outburst with eerie silence, a sneer slowly forming on his lips. "You get riled up over that? Have you forgotten emperors are free to take mistresses, especially when the empress isn't capable to bear any heirs?"
A burning arrow shot straight to your heart at his response but you willed yourself not to show it. "Regardless, you could've done better and not put our throne to shame by fucking a servant."
"I've told you time and time again. A woman's duty is to bear children, and since you've proven yourself beyond barren, I did you a favor."
"A favor...?"
"As soon as Hanabi births that child, you can raise him as your own," Naoya frankly stated unabashedly, as if proud with his idea. "Saves you the trouble and I get my heir, a win-win solution, no?"
Raise him as my own...? Saves the trouble? You could've sworn that throughout your entire life, you had never been so insulted before now, right in this moment.
"What I do, I always have my throne in mind. And yet you..." his eyes narrowed into unsatisfied slits. "What are you trying to achieve by whoring yourself to that rake, Gojo Satoru? Are you telling people of the ton that you're having an affair?"
His voice made you want to throw up. The realization that everything you thought you had together might have meant nothing to him at all made you feel sick.
And so, hiding your trembling hands and swallowing you unshed tears, you responded to him with a clipped toneโ
"You're most despicable, Naoya. And you are a complete fool if you think even for a second that I'd want to raise your bastard!"
He seemed taken aback by your rejection, but you didn't falter. "And oh, since you want to make use of that lowly maid so much, feel free to take her back and track her down yourself, because I've sent that wench away."
With that, you turned your back on him, striding out with your head held high, even as your life crumbled into dust.
Days after your full-blown argument with Naoya, your situation only worsened. By now, even the palace servants knew you had incurred his wrath, while Hanabi had won his favor by carrying his childโpossibly the heir to the throne.
The child she was carrying was no threat to your position. After all, you were the empress. A child of your blood would trample over any bastard.
However, you'd be damned if you shared a bed with him again, and Naoya made it clear that his mistress would be elevated to the rank of royal consort. Given the current trajectoryโand history's tendency to repeat itselfโemperors often divorced or banished their empresses in favor of their mistresses.
Bah. You could only scoff at your laughable predicament. You came from a prestigious clan and were revered, yet now you were no more than a scorned woman.
Dark thoughts consumed your mind for a timeโyou couldn't deny that you had considered leaving the palace for self-imposed exile or even ending your life. However, reason always prevailed.
You wouldn't give Naoya what he wanted most: your compliance. And around the time when you resolved to do that, a finely decorated envelope arrived at your study, with no signature whatsoever.
Intrigued, you opened it to find an intricate dried rose bookmark and a folded letter nestled inside.
Greetings to you, my queen. Yeah, it's me. Hope you won't be too surprised. But if you do, know that I always mean well.
Satoru. You weren't expecting this. A small smile tugged at your lips. How long had it been since you last smiled so freely?
I've heard you love reading, hence the bookmark. Fun fact: I made it myself, with Shoko's help. She is sooo bad at explaining though so if the flower is wrinkled... please blame her.
This time, you giggled. He was an emperor, for god's sake. Should someone of his station write so informally like this?
Now... I'm no oracle, but even I know that you must be having bad days. And so, let me entertain you with several tales from my kingdom. So, the other day, my good friend Suguru, the dukeโyou must've heard of him surely (they said he is the most handsome bachelor in the West but they must be missing an eye for saying so because clearly I'm more!)โjust fired a pair of his servants because he caught them in a thirst! He is so uptight! Why can't he let two people in love be!?
Before you knew it, you found yourself chuckling at the lines upon lines of anecdotes Satoru had penned in the letter. The way he wrote, it was as if he was right here, saying all of this to you in real-time. For a while, you were completely absorbed in the world of the Western Empire he described, and all your worries and anxieties seemed to fade away.
Okay, that's it for now. This is just a teaser actually, so if you want to subscribe to more tales of my humble little country, you can always be my empress reply to this letter! :D Look out for a white cat near your windowsill during the hour of snakeโhe is my trained pet, and put your message in his little backpack. Don't worry, he's cute and doesn't bite!
You were so giddy by the end. His message warmed your heart so much that your eyes grew misty. In the aftermath of Naoya's betrayal, you were certain your life would be filled with much sadness to come.
Yet, your friendship with Satoru might just be the thing that would save you.
No matter how much his friends Duke Geto and Countess Shoko urged him to see reasonโthat you were no longer available and occupied with your duties as the empress of your own empireโSatoru couldn't help but still cast an eye your way.
You were clearly unhappy, and to him, someone as radiant as you should be happy.
And so, that was why he took his quill and started writing that letter to be sent to your place, along with a rose strapped inside.
He knew that, being the kind person you were, you would most likely respond, but still, the moment his cat arrived back with your reply, he was elated beyond measure.
Of course I knew it right away! I omitted your name because who knows who might catch your cat on the way. Anyway, I hope Mr. Cat will arrive back to you safe and sound.
Firstly, thank you for your letter. I must say I'm so happy to receive it :) I haven't had best days so reading it made me smile. And secondly, of course I'll subscribe to your stories of Western Empire. I've been wanting to visit it myself but just haven't gotten the chance to... so if you will continue it, I shall be happy to read :D
If anything he wrote brought you joy, then Satoru was content. He had achieved his goal then.
And it was his own little secret that... by corresponding with you, it allowed him to savor the feeling of having you as his own, if only through words.
Mr. Cat's name is Sugu-chan after Suguru but you can call him whatever you wish. And don't worry, he is strong and can fight if necessary! And don't be too formal with me, my queen. We have known each other forever. Anyway do tell me, what is your favorite color now? Let me guess, is it still that specific shade of crimson?
You name your cat after your best friend...? And you're making it hard for me to be less formal when you always address me as queen! Hmm, I suppose so. I love burgundy. I've even had my study designed with that exact color scheme. It just gives me the confidence I need, you know.
So you still love burgundy... I'll keep that in mind ;) Frankly, any shade of crimson suits youโyou're always a vision in them. Back then and especially during your coronation. I love blue, so I think we're a match? :D
Back then...? Hmm, surprisingly yes, red and blue would make a good match... Anyway, I believe you promised me unusual tales from your 'humble little country', so please indulge me!
You've forgotten it already? Around the time we first met, back when I was still known as "the cursed prince"? It holds such importance for me but sadly it seems like it was just a passing moment to you :(
Oh, yeah, I haven't forgotten about it! So, this time let me tell you about the time when Earl Nanami got wasted . . .
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Amidst the turmoil of your marriage, exchanging letters with Satoru became your sole respite. His stories regarding his own empire amused you, and sometimes it got you to wonder what it was like to live there.
However, running away from your problems would never solve them. Writing to Satoru may have helped you to cope, but still, your real issue with Naoya wouldn't vanish simply just by ignoring him.
. . .
"Your Majesty..."
For a good one minute, you stood still. Your lady-in-waiting had delivered an earth-shattering newsโbut admittedly, a possibility you thought was in the cards the moment you went against Naoya.
"His majesty has summoned the high priest to his study," the elderly woman added, close to tears. "But it is very likely that he has submitted the petition forโ" her voice faltered when she caught sight of the emptiness in your eyes, unable to continue.
A divorce. Naoya had been considering a divorce. And by now, he was set on it.
"I'm so, so sorry..." she choked out, her voice breaking with sorrow to mourn you, but you remained expressionless, lost in your thoughts.
The last time an empress of Eastern Empire was divorced was more or less a century ago, because she had committed a grave treachery against a royal consort by poisoning her. She was sentenced to death by hanging afterwards.
The irony. You were in similar situation, only that you weren't vengeful enough to resort to poisoning Hanabi. Speaking of her, her baby was due in another four months, and now she was living happily in Naoya's quarters.
"Don't be. I'm perfectly fine."
To consolidate his illegitimate child's position, Naoya used the most effective way. Since you wouldn't listen to him, and Hanabi must be a far delightful companion rather than you, he was more than willing to cast you aside in favor of making her his empress instead.
You thought it would hurt more, and yet what you felt the most right in this moment was white-hot anger. This is unacceptable. It was the greatest insult to you both as a woman and as the empress.
Now, all you could think of was how to uphold your dignity and plot your exit from this palace with your head still held high.
If I can't be the empress here...
And after a sleepless night, you came to a daring solution. And your planโ
...I'll be one somewhere else.
It was an invitation, Satoru thought, almost in disbelief. Or it sounded a lot like one, didn't it?
Heart beating a little faster and blushing, he reread the latest letter you had sent him.
It's only the beginning of summer, and the heat is sweltering... I'm considering treating myself to a trip to the winery village on the border between the east and west. I think it'll be nice if I have a companion...
Winery village was right in the middle of the western and eastern empires, and it was a safe zone. Vineyards were vast and thick, but it wasn't exactly a popular vacation spot. So, it intrigued him why you would want to go there.
Just as he was about to reply to you that it was a very good coincidence that he too wanted to pay a visit to the said village, suddenlyโ
"Gojo! Gojoooo!" Shoko suddenly burst into his study, startling him.
"Shoko! What the heck?!"
Lady Shoko might be a countess, but she, Satoru, and Suguru all attended the same royal academy. Despite their prestigious titles now, Satoru insisted that in private, both Suguru and Shoko address him just as they did before he ascended the throne.
Still, she was ruder than Suguru in many ways. Satoru gave her a stink eye, but his confusion grew as she seemed to be delivering momentous news.
"Gojo, have you heard that Naoya will divorce Y/N?!"
"Wha?" it felt like a ton of bricks suddenly fell down on his head. And then his friend proceeded to tell him everything she knew.
"It wasn't made official yet, but even the townsfolk have been talking about it. They also said that Naoya have taken a mistress, and that she was formerly the empress' maid."
Satoru listened to her in silence, but the moment he heard that the Zen'in spawn planned to divorce you, anger flared within him. And to add insult to injury, he two-timed you with a servant?
The fucking bastard. He never deserved you at all. How crushed must you have been, enduring all this shit?
"Now, I wouldn't normally encourage you this," Shoko took out the cigarette she stashed in the folds of her dress and sighed. "But since you never let go of that weird fixation on her, should the royal divorce happen..." she shrugged as she took a seat in front of him.
"No matter how laughable it is, you might have a chance."
She is so right. These long years of longing for your affections and dreaming of having even a minute more of your time... there was now chance to turn it to reality.
When you arrived at the winery village for your vacation to breathe in some fresh air, honestly, everything was still in shambles.
You couldn't forget the horrified looks from the court when Naoya announced the divorce. Most were shocked and pleaded with him to reconsider. Some from your circle of ladies even sobbed, openly stating that you didn't deserve this fate.
โEmpress... His Majesty shouldn't be that harsh...โ Hanabi had said to you afterwards, seemingly concerned for you. โYour legacy hereโฆ Iโll make sure to carry them on.โ
Sometimes you didnโt know whether Hanabi was pretending to be dumb or indeed she was. One thing you knew though...
โI wish you luck on that, Hanabi.โ You looked down at her with eyes as cold as ice. โBeware, the Emperor is fickle, be sure to not run out of entertainments.โ
You knew you deserved a better fate than being the empress of the Eastern Empire, but seeing those who still cared for you made you solemn. Your loyal maids, those who supported you... and what about organizations you've spent time and energy to?
โMy queen, ah, there you are.โ
Satoru's voice from behind startled you, interrupting your daydreams. He quickly came beside you and extended his hand, asking for yours.
You offered him your right hand, and he promptly pressed a kiss on it, his bright blue eyes gazing up at you.
It wasn't as if you just noticed how pretty his eyes were, but now that there was no ballroom and scrutinizing eyes around you, you couldn't deny that the way his eyes sparkled as he gazed at youโsolely and purely on youโmade you breathless.
What... would it be like to have this man... to be your husband instead?
"I missed you. I know we talk daily through letters, but seeing your beauty firsthand is always a sight for sore eyes," he cheekily commented as he let go of your hand. "Now, I get to see you without your pesky husband around, and yeah, you never fail to make my silly heart race."
You chuckled. "You always flatter me..."
He only gave you a toothy smile, and you two strolled the vineyard. For a while, you talked about nothing of importance, like where your ladies-in-waiting were, how things were from his side.
"How do you find being the emperor?"
"It's tiring! It's boring too to look through accounts and oversee those trivial state affairs! And not to mention how many people have been nagging me to take a wife soon!"
"Oh? You haven't been on the lookout already?"
"Nah. No one is good enough, I need someone already familiar with state affairs and such," he said, wrinkling his nose sourly at the thought. But then he cast his eyes on you.
"And frankly, you are my standard," he fixed you a meaningful smile. "No one comes close. If you weren't betrothed to the Zen'in back then, I'd have proposed you in a heartbeat."
Thump. Thump. Thump. Your dead heart suddenly came to life. Gojo Satoru had just confessed his affections for you so candidly, and it got you thinking how much easier your life would be with him. He would love you, take care of you...
And beguile you.
His eyes fondly crinkled at you. "You are everything I desire in a woman to be my wife."
He adores you so easily, so fluidly... and yet, Naoya, who has you fully, is throwing you away.
Satoru observed how your face fell once again, just as it had during the New Year's ball. And now he knew, it was because you were facing your impending divorce.
But he wasn't going to tell you that, instead, he would willingly be your confidant and offer you his very being. He was about to crack a joke to lift your spirits, when you blurtedโ
"What if I said... I want to be your empress?" you kept your pace, not looking at him at all. "What if I said... I'll leave everything and come to you?"
Huh? Whatโฆ?
That was loaded. Have you entertained the thought too? Satoru had craved the very idea for so long he didnโt even miss a beatโ
โThen Iโd marry you.โ His voice was straight and true, shooting straight to the most tender part of you that Naoya had torn to shreds. โIf you become my empressโฆ that will make me the happiest man alive.โ
No hesitation. It almost reduced you to tears. You stopped where you stood, willing yourself not to tremble. There is still one person who sees this much value in you.
โThen Iโll be yours,โ you breathed out. โIโll be your empress, Satoru.โ
Satoru could've sworn time had stopped. If one moment ago, you looked like you were about to shatter, now you were a vision of the dignified and perfect queen he had always known you were.
โIโll be your queenโ your everything.โ You declared, locking eyes with him, the intensity of your gaze not escaping him.
How many years had he dreamed of this moment? How many long nights had he endured, yearning for you, knowing you were beyond his reach?
Finally, finally... Satoru grinned, swearing to all the divine beings out there that he had never known how liberating it was to finally have what he wanted. โThat would be my greatest honor.โ
He drew you closeโyou let himโand after one second of taking in your enchanting eyes, he crashed his lips against yours.
His lips started soft and gentle, then became fiery as his tongue met yours. He pulled you closer, one arm around your waist and the other holding the back of your head. You responded eagerly, pressing against him, fingers tracing his neck and feeling the lines of his undercut.
One is finally having the woman he had wanted for so long, and the other was plotting her escape from her misery.
You were using him. He knew it. Yet, he didn't care. Hidden behind bushes and vines, you shared your very first heated kiss, aware that this moment would leave its mark as both the greatest stain and triumph in your lives.
And when he finally pulled away, lips swollen and wet, with a wolfish grin, he promised you once againโ
โGive me everything that is yours... and I swear on my life, I will do everything to turn your life into a living dream.โ
โEmpress, your husband His Majesty the Emperor, has requested a divorce.โ
It was how your once pristine life transformed into the scandal of the century inside the courthouse.
"If you accept this petition, then you will no longer be the Empress of Eastern Empire. You will lose all the rights you have as a senior member of the imperial family..."
You donned your finest attireโthe intricate crimson and black dress you had designed and commissioned the dressmaker to create. Today, faced with Naoya's divorce decree, it would be the last time you adorned the colors of his empire.
"The ties that bound you together as husband and wife would be severedโ"
Good riddance, you thought.
"If this is not what you want, you have the right toโ"
"I accept the divorce."
Your voice cut through the heavy solemness of the witnesses and turned them into a mass of disbelief. You disregarded Naoya's smirk and held the priest's gaze. "And I demand an immediate approval for my remarriage."
The crowd was in for a second wave of uproar when you boldly stood your ground, and they erupted into clamors once again when Satoru made his grand entrance and took his place beside you.
"Youโ!" Naoya was so furious that he roared. "This is my empire!"
"And?" Satoru challenged with a dauntless smile. "I'm here to propose, and since she accepts your divorce request, I believe she has no relations with you any longer and is free to marry someone else."
You remained motionless, until your cold fingers met warmth when Satoru linked his hand with yours reassuringly.
"This is treachery! I won't fucking permit it!" Naoya hollered as he faced the high priest, who had a grim face while observing this three-way headlock between the three of you.
"Emperor Naoya, that matter falls into the jurisdiction of the church." The high priest let out a sigh and then turned to you, assessing your calm gaze.
Regardless, Naoya paid him no mind. "I refuse to grant you any permission to remarry! You will be banished to the cold palace until the rest of your pitiful days! Not only do you fail miserably by being barren beyond help, you also dare to whore yourselfโ" he was now rambling curses at you before everyone in the court, and it pierced you deeplyโ
Until Satoru tugged you behind him, so that you wouldn't have to see his face any longer.
"High priest!" Satoru's voice blared as he clenched his jaw, irate at the string of profanities directed at you. "Do you still truly believe that the deposed empress can't remarry? When she has suffered through this man's downright betrayal?"
Your head was spinning. You wanted this whole ordeal to be over already.
And thankfully, even the high priest saw reason, that you were undeserving of this debacle. In the end, his words held more weight than anyone else's, even Naoya's.
"I accept Empress Y/N petition to marry Emperor Satoru!"
In the chaos of the courthouse after the high priest granted your wish, Naoya shook his head in disbelief, looking at both of you with intense disdain.
"You've always wanted that wench, haven't you, Gojo?" Naoya cackled with a malice you would never have expected from someone who had been your husband for ten years.
You had tuned out all the noise. This dumpster fire was too much even for you. But then, you felt a strong arm enveloping you, sealing your fate as the match made in this courtroomโ
"I have, yeah," Satoru replied with a smug grin. "And now that she is mine... it's just the beginning of your downfall, Zen'in."
Your wedding banquet in Western Empire lasted a week long.
True to his promise, Satoru spared no effort to make you happy. The moment he brought you to his palace, he ordered immediate plans for wedding celebrations. Make it grand, make it unforgettable... he took charge himself.
And on the final, seventh day, as you were about to be formally crowned as the empress of the western lands, you were stunned.
"This is your coronation dress, Empress," your new lady-in-waiting, Shoko, said with pride. "Gojoโ I mean, His Majesty, specifically has his late mother's dress altered to suit you."
You promised yourself that you would no longer wear any shades of crimson. As much as you loved the color, it reminded you too much of your homeland and Naoya. No matter how much you despised him now, once upon a time, he was everything you loved and more.
And you thought you couldn't possibly love another color until you saw the extravagant navy dress in your chamber. Made of luxurious satin and adorned with literal diamonds, it shimmered under the light and flowed gracefully with layers of brocade cascading to the floor.
To give you something so valuable... You had expected to enter into a marriage out of necessity, but your new husband had no intention of ceasing his ways to win your heart.
If it's with him, maybe... just maybe...
Today is the day.
Satoru sat on his throne before his court in the grand hall of his audience chamber. His hair was pulled back, and he was dressed in his official attire, robe of silk and a crown made of pure gold.
Next to him, another resplendent crown adorned with jewels and diamonds shimmered in the lightโthe empress' crown. Your crown.
Today was the day this empire would truly acknowledge his queen. He stole a glance at you on his other side, and his breath was taken away.
With your hair tucked into an elegant updo, you were the very vision of a fairytale queen. You were incredibly stunning, almost otherworldlyโ shade of blue suited you as much as crimson did, just as he thought.
This day would go down in history. But before that, he would ensure that the news would reach Zen'in Naoya. He would spite him so hard.
"Today marks a momentous occasion. We gather here to celebrate not only my marriage and my new wife's coronation," Satoru glanced at his audience with a smirk, his expression widening as he spotted his best friends Suguru and Shoko. "But also the start of her reign... and as we know it already, her fame and beauty are second to none."
The crowd burst into giggles, clearly aware of his scandal at the Eastern Empire's courthouse. And even you smiled.
Satoru shrugged, playfully rolling his eyes. "Spare me, I'm a newlywed, after all. Anyway..." His gaze shifted to the intricate crown, a relic of his late mother's, and then back to you. "Come."
You knelt before your new husband, bowing your head. The whirlwind journey from the East, your remarriage to Satoru... It had all felt surreal until this moment. Now, the weight of reality settled upon you, almost shaking your very coreโ
But just as the thought crossed your mind, Satoru placed the crown upon your head. As the jewels settled into place and you rose to face the crowd, his voice cut through the air:
"And here I present to you, your new empress!"
The room erupted in applause, the cheers echoing around you. Everyone congratulated you without fail, and your breath was taken away.
It was a sight beyond belief, as they chanted your name, over and over againโ
โALL HAIL THE EMPRESS!โ
"I have something for you!"
You wouldn't expect that you would ditch your last night of wedding celebrations along with your husband, and yet here you were, led by the hand by a very giddy Satoru.
"Where are we going?" you questioned him, your pretty dress sweeping the halls in a rush.
He turned to you to send you a wink. "Trust me, sweetheart. You'll love it."
Somehow the way he called you made your heart thump a little faster inside your ribcage. This man is really, truly, your husband now.
He was such a refreshing person, it almost made you let go of everything that molded you into the perfect empress in the east, and be just... you.
"Here." Both of you stopped in front of a grand door, and he ushered you inside. "Come, come~"
A study, you realized as you stepped inside, but then a gasp left your lipsโ
"How do you find it, hmm?" Satoru put an arm around your waist, proud of how the burgundy walls and mats enveloped the entire space, creating a tranquil sight that perfectly matched your taste.
It was so much like your private study in the Eastern Empire's palace. You might now hate that place, but your private study was filled with the memories of smiles while writing back to Satoru's letters and waiting for his cat to come. And to have this now in your new home...
"You remembered..." you looked up to him, almost tearing up.
"Of course I do," he pressed a kiss on your temple. "I said that so long as you're with me, I'll turn your dream into reality, didn't I?"
This man really treasures you, or at least that was what his actions had proven so far.
"You're everything I've ever wanted and more," Satoru said, wrapping his arms around you from behind in a warm embrace. "You might not realize it, but I've been in love with you since you first visited western lands."
"What?" you turned to him with genuine confusion. "How?"
"That blind boy who you led by the hand... he had no friends," Satoru sighed against you. "The first and only person who asked him if he was lost... is you."
Suddenly, you were thrown back in time to your first encounter with Satoru many years ago. He was known as "cursed" for being born with peculiar eyes, had been blind for a period of his childhood, before he awakened the true extent of those brilliant blue eyes and brought his clan to power by wielding them.
Back then, you thought it was wrong for him to be left alone, so you took him by the hand and escorted him back to the palace, unaware that he was the infamously cursed crown prince.
"You made me feel less lonely. And I thought then... someday, somehow... through some sort of miracle in which I regained my eyesight and could see you... I'd immediately ask for your hand."
But you were named the crown princess of the Eastern Empire. The thought of how crushed Satoru must have felt upon hearing the news pricked at your heart.
You felt soft, you felt loved, and most of all, you felt an overwhelming certainty that with this man by your side, you would finally experience the genuine love that had been missing from your life for so long.
"You have me now," you whispered in response.
Unlike your first kiss in the winery village, this time, you were the one who faced him and pulled him into a searing kiss.
Be it impulse, overwhelming feelings or something else... you didn't care. You just want him.
And wouldn't you know, your new husband... is also a wonderful, dashing lover.
"You're so... fucking beautiful..." Satoru's lips were on yours, claiming them with a fierce passion that left you breathless. His hands roamed your body, tracing each curves and lines.
You moaned into his mouth, clutching his robes. He captured your wrists with one hand, using the other to tilt your head back so he could leave bruises on your neck in the process, making you moan.
"Keep making that sound, yeah?" Satoru rasped, his hot breath giving you goosebumps. "Keep me going with your voice."
As he gripped your waist, it dawned to him once again that you were here, with him.
Seeing his colors on you ignited desire straight to his cock. His empress was stunning, more so now than ever, more than any woman Satoru had ever seen.
He led you to the bed, his movements urgent yet tender. The air was thick with desire as you lay back, pulling him down with you. You arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him, craving more.
This wasn't your first time, yet you had never been this excited before. From heated kisses until somehow managing to get rid of your underwear and left you in your dress... your body nearly thrashed in response.
"Look at you... An queen of two empires, yet rendered putty in my hands," Satoru wickedly grinned as he slipped a hand under your dress, rubbing his thumb teasingly over your clit. You let out a soft sigh at the prodding. You were getting wetter by each second... and Satoru felt his cock straining against the tight material of his dress pants.
"More..." you pleaded, arching your hips. "More...!"
Any of your wishes would be his command, so he pushed two fingers inside you at once, and you let out an erotic gasp. Satoru was so close to tearing his pants off by seeing how tight you clenched around his digits.
Breathy moans fell from your lips with each harsh brush of his thumb over your clit, his fingers fucking you fastโ
"Satoru...!" you shuddered, gripping his shoulders as you became limp and came into his hands in spurts.
"My queen..." he then captured your lips in a brash kiss, and you reciprocated it. He pulled away only to press his forehead against yours in an attempt to calm his raging heart. "No matter what."
His watery, sparkling eyes was mesmerizing to you, and you took one breath before you crashed your lips into his, tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.
"As pretty as you look in this, I'm going to take it off," Satoru murmured with a meaningful smirk, slowly undoing the laces of your dress. "I want to see you completely naked... just for me."
Soon, you laid bare, and the cold air made your body shiver. Satoru clenched his jaw tightly at the scrumptious sight.
It was almost difficult for him to take in all of you at onceโyour flushed cheeks, swollen lips, erect nipples, and legs spread wantonly for him. Satoru had been here so many times in his dreams, and to see it becoming reality...
"If back then, you had chosen me insteadโ" he sounded almost heartbroken, which startled you. "I would have treated you right from the startโ"
You looked up to him. "You would..."
"Don't you know how many years... I've been just thereโ watching you and that bastard? Knowing I can do even more than him?"
"Mhm..."
You rose, tugging him closer, before you unclasped his robe, letting it fall to the floor. "Satoru... right now... I'm yours."
He allowed you to undress him and soon he too was out of his stuffy royal attire. Your eyes wandered on each part of his body you touched. His chiseled body, snow-like skin, and then the hardened bulge that sprung out the moment you undid his pantsโ
The sight of his cock alone only turned you on even more. You gently gripped the glistening head, running a thumb over the tip before gliding your hand towards the base of his length. With a gentle rhythm, your hand moved from base to tip in a slow, teasing motion... before pecking his head.
"Yeah... you're right." His eyes never left yours, admiring you as if you were the most precious gemstone, before catching you off guard. While you rubbed him, he snaked a hand around your waist, pulling you so that you tumbled on top of him.
You moaned loudly as his cockโbig, both in length and widthโentered you, his hands gripping your thighs to spread them apart so he can shove himself deeper.
You felt so, so full, as you pulled Satoru to you tightly, groaning into his shoulder. And he started to set the pace, moving against you.
"Ahh," you moaned out shakily, fingers clawing into his back. To him, the sounds you made drew him in like a siren's song, it made him throb inside you. "Ahhโhngh!"
"Feel good?" he asked, voice sultry and deep, as he thrusted into you particularly harder, causing you to stifle a moan. "Let it outโhahโsweetheart... I want to hear you, hmm?"
And you did. You felt hot. Your unabashed, nasty sounds with each thrust drove him to the edge. With every lift of your hips, you squeezed him so tightly it almost made his head spin. His breaths came in short pants too.
"You fit me so damn well," he groaned, holding your hips hard enough to leave imprints of his fingers. "So fine..."
One woman. It took just one womanโyouโto unravel him like this.
"Satoru, harderโ" You commanded, wrapping your arms around his neck even as you trembled. "N-not enough... harder!"
He actually had to swallow, because you and your pussy felt so damn tantalizing. "As you wish, Your Majesty."
He slammed his hips against yours twiceโno, thrice the previous speed, and you incoherently squealed. The squelching sound of your hips slamming against each other, and the immense wetness coming out where you two were joined... it was clear: you were addicted.
"Did Naoya ever make you feel as good as I do you now?" he drawled, sinking into you impossibly deeper, squeezing your left mound and flicking your right nipple at the same time. "Did he... ever make you ride him like this?" And then he instantly regretted his words.
Because the moment he said that, you felt cold, reminded of nights in which Zen'in Naoya grabbed you just to forcefully breed you. You winced, and Satoru caught it.
"I..." you shifted your gaze away from him, and he could've sworn that it was sorrow he saw flashing in your pretty eyes. "I-I... don't want to talk about him..."
Feeling remorseful, Satoru reached for the back of your neck and pulled you to him, kissing your lips softly. "I'm sorryโ"
"You don't have toโ"
"Tonight, I'll make you scream my name so hard you'll forget him," he promised as he pulled away from you, his eyes darkening. "Tonight, give me everything and I'll show you how a man truly loves his woman."
And he followed through. He worshipped you meticulously, treating your body with the reverence one might bestow upon delicate glass. He peppered kisses on every inch of your skin he could reach, lips and tongue trailing down, his relentless thrusts so well-paced and brutal at the same time.
"I'mโ close!" You whimpered, and yet still grinding your hips against him. He was watching your every move, every wave of pleasure that was evident on your faceโ committing it to memory for those moments when he couldn't hold you close.
You gaspedโas a mind-blowing orgasm then ripped out of your very being, your hips faltering as you surrendered to ecstasy with a cry of his name, coming all over him. "Satoru... Satoru! Ahhh!"
And Satoru kept his gaze on your face as he too busted inside of you hard, feeling himself filling your womb with his essence, his hands kept your waist steady, memorizing the way your lips part and the way your body went limp into him with satisfaction.
Dear heavens, I love you. The sight of you was nothing but perfection, and with everything he had, he was very sincere when he saidโ
"You're flawless, sweetheart."
2 MONTHS LATER
"If you give me a son, I'll throne you as the empress right on that very day."
The Eastern Empire's palace was bustling as the royal consort's screams echoed through the halls. The day Naoya had been eagerly awaiting had arrivedโhis mistress was delivering his heir.
Yet unbeknownst to him, whispers in the dark suggested the royal baby was arriving suspiciously early. Many, still mourning the previous empress who had been dethroned so abruptly, were not exactly thrilled with this turn of events.
"My lady, just a little bit more!" the maid encouraged. Hanabi strained once again as the pain peaked and her body spasmed, letting out the loudest wail as the baby finally slid out of her.
"W-what... is it?" on the brink of passing out, Hanabi asked anyone who might hear her. She had to know, for she was so close to obtaining her throneโ
"It's a girl, my lady!" the midwife announced.
What?
Her world crumbled at that very moment. A girl? A girl can't be the heir!
She wanted to sob, to utterly mourn, and right at this moment she was full of fear, because if Naoya knewโ!
Like a curse, he suddenly made his presence known in the birthing chamber. His face scrunched in distaste at the scent of blood filling the air. He took one look at Hanabi, tearful and frazzled after the ordeal, then turned to the midwife, who was trembling at his presence.
"A baby girl, Your Majesty."
In that instant, fury flashed through him. He shot everyone in the room a glare before his eyes settled on his consort, full of spite.
"You useless tramp."
Your life with Satoru in Western Empire was wonderful.
He was everything Naoya was not. Satoru adored you, prioritized your well-being and happiness, often humored you, and made your days an endless delight.
And dare you say... you had begun to return his affections as well.
How could you not? Everything he did, he did with you in mind. He eased you into your position so seamlessly, and soon you found your place comfortably at court.
"He is mixing pleasure with his kingly duties," Suguru grumbled, watching his best friend order the gardeners to plant more blue roses simply because you mentioned finding them beautiful earlier. "Empress, you have to keep a tight grip on his leash."
"Well, at least he's happy." Shoko shrugged and nudged you. "Can't you see by now? How much of a loser he is for you?"
You did see himโa man who showed you everything he had. He had given you everything you unknowingly needed.
And you just wished... you could return the same for him. It still made you bitter, knowing you might never be able to give him heirs due to your condition.
. . .
"Sweetheart... what's on your mind, hmm?"
You looked up to him as he pressed a kiss on your cheek, an arm securely around you, sweaty and panting after your steamy session.
With his hair down and messy after you yanked him earlier, your lips curved into a genuine smile. "You look hot like this, you know?"
He clicked his tongue. "Hmm, I am, of course. But no use in changing topics, I know you well enough now."
Your bare body was pressed against his chest, fingertips tracing gentle lines on his skin.
"There's a possibility that... I can't give you any children." You almost felt ashamed saying this to him, unable to look at him in the eye. "I-I... I've failed for many yearsโ"
"Hush," he silenced you with a finger to your lips, his expression firm. "No thinking that, yeah? I don't care."
"Butโ"
"Children are gifts," he said then, caressing your face tenderly. "It's not up to us to control how it'll take or not. And I married you not because I want heirs or suchโI love you, you know?"
Your glassy eyes met his, and you willed yourself not to shed a tear.
He grinned cheekily. "Besides, you've felt it yourselfโmy sexual potency is undeniable. And I don't believe for a second, that you're what that bastard claimed you to be. I bet he's the one who is impotentโ"
"Satoru! You're so obsceneโ!" you giggled freely and poked his chest.
At that time, you were just relieved that he didn't mind. Though it was still weighing in your mind on some days, you felt a newfound sense of liberation compared to when you were still in the Eastern Empire.
But you were in for another plot twist. Perhaps Satoru is correct, and your doubts are unfounded...
"Ugh..."
Your stomach churned in discomfort, a sickening nausea that seemed to twist your insides and threaten to force its way up. This had happened for days now.
You wanted to find a physician before Satoru was aware of your state. You didn't dare to hope or speculate, because you were tired of it by this point. You just wanted clarity.
Yet, the physician's words left you speechless.
"Your Majesty... it seems that you are with child," he remarked in wonder as he assessed your vein. "Yes, definitely. You are with child."
It was a revelation you hadn't expected. For years, you had been convinced that you were unable to conceive, but now...
You were carrying a new life. Yours and Satoru's.
You felt like bursting with joy as you made your way to his study. Your heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of happiness. Above anything else, you were eager to share this news with himโ
...until everything you had known turned on its axis once again.
Right before you went past the ajar door, you saw a glimpse of your husband and his most trusted confidant, overhearing snippets of their conversation:
"Satoru, however you look at it, this is tantamount to declaring war," Suguru sighed, clearly at odds with his perspective. "It's not wise."
"We can finally put an end to them this way," Satoru's tone was steely as he moved a chess piece across the map, positioning it on the border between east and west. "No better time than now."
"The Empress will face the greatest backlash from this. They'll accuse her of being vengeful enough to provoke an attack on her home countryโ"
"On the contrary, her presence will encourage those still loyal to her to defect. That's why I have her here. We need defectorsโ"
You let out a choked gasp, backing away from the door in shock. For one good minute, you refused to comprehend what Satoru was implying.
. . .
. . .
Did your new husband... marry you for his own hidden agenda?
iโm obsessed with friends with benefits with kuroo
you meet in university and struck by just how perfect he seems. sure heโs dorky โ but his intelligence and charm is unmatched. the two of you compete for the top spot in class, but his jokes and the gentle gleam in his golden eyes when you laugh at one of them.
despite an โacademic rivalryโ you find yourself going to some parties together, dancing to loud music and drowning out your stress in all sorts of beverages. one thing leads to another one night and youโre tumbling into bed, his oh so soft lips on your skin and clinging to him as he gives you orgasm after orgasm.
the morning after you decide youโll just fuck for fun. itโs a good stress buster, you say, while heโs kissing your neck. he agrees while you kiss his inner thighs.
only one rule: no feelings.
but when he catches you one morning, hair messy and sleepily waving at him from across class, he feels his heart stutter in his chest.
boss nanami kento x secretary f!reader, handjob, nanami is hardcore daydreaming and lusting
nanami kento considers his lust to be something shameful.
he knows itโs completely naturalโit was how half of history had ever been madeโbut he always prided himself on choosing his relationships based on loyalty and mutual trust.
all of that went to hell the second you entered his office.
you smiled at him shyly, gently closing the door behind you as you walked up to him with a piece of paper in your hand, presumably your resume.
โhello sir,โ you said sweetly, your voice so perfect and melodious that he felt his heart stutter in his chest. โiโm your new secretary. here is my resume containing all my previous positions in case you were curious.โ
he doesnโt even bother to look at the resume, opting to look at your face and memorize the details.
has he ever seen anyone with lips so soft? or eyes so luminous? or a smile that wasโฆ.
he needed to cut that out.
โiโm honored youโve chosen our company to work at,โ he says, offering you what he hopes is a polite smile. on the inside heโs so flustered he can hardly think, focusing on any point of the room so he doesnโt give into the growing heat he feels in his lower belly.
โit was a great choice you say,โ and he turns his gaze up and oh dear.
in the midst of his panic he didnโt realize that youโd chosen the worst possible outfit to wear to meet him.
the dress was absolutely stunning, a color that complimented your skin and hugged your silhouette so well that it seemed almost magical.
he could nearly imagine what it would be like beneath. how soft and supple your skin would feel against his hands. heโd take his time to caress your skin and to learn every inch of you, the scars and the softness both.
he really, really needed to stop.
โit was the best choice,โ you continued, unaware of the dilemma nanami faced at every second. โiโve heard absolutely great reviews about your leadership, sir.โ
he decides to test the waters once more and finds himself regretting it instantly. youโve made your way onto the chair in front of his desk now, hair loose from its professional bun and framing your face.
your eyes are so much prettier from this close, he thinks briefly, his heart stopping when you take out a tube of lip balm and smooth it over your lips.
oh god.
he could feel his length twitch as you gave him the biggest smile.
โso, now that introductions are over, do you have a task for me?โ
โyes,โ he nearly jumps, handing you a folder of assignments that would definitely be more than an hours of work. โthese files need copying and some emails need to be sent. do you think you would be able to get through some of these?โ
โall of them,โ you say determinedly, taking the files from him and oh how his hands yearn to feel the spark that came from that touch.
you scurry out of his office, and nanami sighs, looking down to confirm what he knew was inevitable the second he saw you.
he was so hard, and all it took was a smile and a touch from you.
he gently palmed his bulge over his pants, shivering at the gentle contact. quickly he from his chair and locked the door. the last thing he wanted was for you to come back and see him as pathetic as he was right now.
he unbuttoned his pants and released himself, unsurprised at the bead of precum that had gathered at the tip.
against his better judgement, he gently wrapped his fingers around his dick, slowly moving up and down.
he thought of how beautiful you looked in that dress and skated his thumb to the tip, groaning at the sensation.
as he moved his fist yet again, he was interrupted by a fantasy of you doing this instead.
your hands around his dick, whispering sweet nothings in his ears and moving your first at a tantalizingly slow cadence. you whoโd listen to his groans and tease him, touching his tip and his sweet spots just enough to get him whining.
he could feel himself harden even more beneath his fingers, rubbing his tip yet again and groaning in pleasure. he shut his eyes, thinking of your hands, your eyes, your body.
he, sinfully, thought about how youโd take him into your mouth, your hands and tongue working in tandem.
he could feel the knot in his stomach tighten when he thinks about how warm your mouth would feel around him.
against his better judgment he whispers your name, velvet against his lips, and with another stroke heโs seeing stars, hips arching as he comes.
he gasps for air, looking at his mess and wondering just how heโll ever face you.
he gently cleans himself up, thanking whatever power there was for having a tissue box nearby.
he unlocks his office and sits there, a furious blush on his face when you walk into his office again.
โhello sir,โ you smile, โi hope all these files are arranged to your liking.โ
โthat was so fast,โ he says, looking through what could only be described as immaculate work. โthese are all perfect.โ
โiโm so glad,โ you grin. โsayโฆi know itโs a bit unprofessional, but do you think you could give me a ride to my apartment tonight? i am so sorry for askingโฆmy metro card just ran out of swipes.โ
โi would love to,โ he says in a heartbeat, his own heart thudding wildly.
god, he was a goner.
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