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so imagine the face he made when he saw that you went straight outside, not even casting him a glance as you ran over with a bag full of papers for a case you were working.

his day started bad and so Fontaine would be the victim of it.

it wasn't until you arrived at the courthouse that you realised your mistake, and as if the sky could hear your thoughts a big thunder was heard and then rain started pouring incessantly. you knew you screwed up big this time, neuvillette wasn't someone to have this type of meltdowns, unless you forgot to give him his precious goodbye kiss. you still remember that one time you were on the countryside and he couldn't find you, the rain was so strong that the river that was a few kilometres away from the cottage you were staying, overflowed. after that you knew better tat to fogger to give your husband a kiss before heading out, not today tho, it totally slipped out of your mind.

"miss (yn), the Iudex is looking for you" one of the melusines next to your office tells you.

it doesn't take to much time before you see your lovely dragon husband sulking in his seat. this is the governor of Fontaine but also your husband.

"vivi my dear, I want to apologise –" you start but your husband is quicker "if I did something to wrong you, forgive me my dearest" you can feel the rain intensifying outside the building.

"neuvillette" you call him, his intense purple eyes looking at you “I just forgot to kiss you, this case I pretty complex and I was to caught up with some new evidence that I totally forgot to kiss you” your steps echoes as you get closer to him “you know I would never get mad at you my love”

and as if you casted some magic words, you see how the rain is falling less and less, everything is calm, just like your husband’s heart at your words.

“sorry i think i overreacted my dear” his embrace is firm, you feel how calm he is now, his head rests in the crook of your neck, you place your hand on the back of his neck as a way to reassure him of your presence as your lips slowly find their place on the corner of his lips “it’s okay vivi, im here now”

MIYA ATSUMU: always puts his work before you

you shook your head as you put your phone away, politely asking the waiter for your check. by now you were basically used to the pitiful glances and hushed whispers behind your back, so you skillfully ignored them when leaving the restaurant. with every step you took towards your car, you could feel the cold creeping up on you as your heart grew heavier and heavier. you knew what you were getting yourself into when you decided to get together with him, but it didn’t hurt any less when he stood you up — when practice ran longer than expected, when he decided to get some extra training or when he was too exhausted to even send you a message.

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI: always confuses you with somebody else

“i got you your favorite” he held up a take out bag with a warm smile on his face. “thank you,” you said with your most convincing smile on your face, which immediately dropped as soon as he left your field of view. as soon as you recognized the logo on the plastic you felt your heart ache. you wanted to give him credit, he was trying, he really was, but you couldn’t help but feel hurt — whatever he got, it was never what he thought it was. his friend’s favorite snacks that you didn’t like, his best friend’s favorite movie that brought back bad memories or his ex partner’s favorite food.

KITA SHINSUKE: uses your insecurities against you

with hurt visible in your eyes, you turned around, quickly making your way into your bedroom. “you can’t just simply walk away when things aren’t going your way—,” you heard him shout behind you before you slammed the door and as soon as you were alone, the tears began to fall. you loved him and you were convinced that he loved you too. he even told you so daily and made you feel like the most important person in your life. and he failed to realize that you weren’t him — he couldn’t see how his bluntness hurt you or how his supposed honesty only broke you. how much more could you take before you completely shattered?

“Ugh…y/n, please, turn your phone off,” you heard your roommate Mina mumble in the twin sized bed at the other end of the room as she shuffled her pillow above her head so that it covered both of her ears. You glance out the window of your shared apartment, peering at the pale moonlight, before your tired and heavy eyes travel back to your phone and press on the Instagram notification.

Suspecting this was maybe some prank account, you clicked on the small icon in your inbox that took you to a profile page. Gojo Satoru, Senior at University of Tokyo, Business Major, D1 Soccer #10, SAE. 12k followers, 172 following, 38 posts. 

Still thinking you’re dreaming, you accept the follow request and watch as the number on his following increases by one, now 173. Your thumb swipes up on your phone as you take in the square images of his profile. Pictures of him and his friends recreating memes…food that he’s eaten recently…frequent vacation posts in exotic countries…and a whole lot of what seemed to be professionally taken soccer photos of him striking goals and hitting balls with his head in mid air. You have put a lot of effort into your own Instagram photos (despite your modest 464 followers), mostly posting compilation slideshows of your favorite film photos that you’ve taken recently, yet somehow his feed looks much more inviting than yours.

You turn onto your side and continue to look through his photos. 624 comments, 373 comments, 958 comments. Many were from his friends trying to embarrass him, and many others were from girls that probably wanted him to notice them. You noticed he only really replied to comments from his friends. 

You knew who he was, of course. Gojo Satoru was one of the most, if not the most, popular guys on your college campus. When you got to college, you thought the whole “social hierarchy” thing would be over but it still seemed like there were certain groups of people that almost everyone knew about, "elite" individuals who other students could only dream of associating with. At UTokyo, the fraternities and sororities practically owned the place so of course Gojo was well-known since he was a member of the school’s most iconic frat, SAE. Not to mention, the school adored its soccer team–undefeated since 2012–and Gojo Satoru was the most talented center forward the division had seen in years. 

But as for why he requested to follow you, a film major that doesn’t play any sports and isn’t even in a sorority, well you’re just not sure. 

It’s then when you get yet another notification. 

“Oh my god, y/n, turn it off!” Mina mumbles into her mattress. You click the side button to turn off the ringer. 

|| 2:24AM Gojo Satoru sent you a message 

Your heart starts to beat a bit faster as you quickly slide to your DMs page. You notice three unread conversations from a few of your friends, probably from when they decided to send you their entire explore page, and then you see a little (1) next to your message requests box. When you open it, you see his icon in your inbox. It’s a simple picture of him in his soccer jersey, his smile wide as one of his team members who was mostly cropped out of the photo seemed to be putting him in a headlock. You see the first few words of the message.

|| 2:24AM Gojo Satoru: Hey, sorry if this is weir…

You’re about to click on it when you stop yourself. It was really late at night and you didn’t know if you wanted to entertain a conversation with this man you knew literally nothing about (at least on a personal level) and weren’t even sure why he was messaging you in the first place. Plus, he would see that you’ve read it and so you would feel anxious to respond. But there was no way to see his full message unless you opened it. Even though you considered this to be weirdly intimate since it was a message sent at two in the morning, you figured that was probably normal for the likes of people like Gojo Satoru, who probably were out drinking and partying until five in the morning every night, regardless of any 8AM lectures or not. 

But unfortunately, curiosity always kills the cat (that’s the expression, right?) and so you click on his message. 

|| 2:24AM Gojo Satoru: Hey, sorry if this is weird…I don’t think we’ve ever met before, but my buddy’s really into your roommate, and he’s tried to invite her out to our frat’s house parties but he’s had no luck. Think you could convince her to come this weekend? You’re welcome to come too, of course

You blink in surprise before rolling your eyes, not entirely sure why you were expecting any different. Maybe Mina wasn’t budging on his friend’s advances because she wants to be asked out on an actual date, and not to some house party. But you figured frat guys wouldn’t really understand that. Besides, how did he know that you were her roommate? You’re just about to type a response when you see three little dots in the left side corner, indicating he was typing, and you hold your breath.

|| 2:27AM Gojo Satoru: Here are the details

And then he sends you a post from what looks like his fraternity’s Instagram page. There’s an address, a time, the name of the DJ and girls get in free bolded at the top. You realize you’ve never even been invited to a fraternity’s house party until this very moment. 

You briefly consider not responding to him and just setting your phone back down on your nightstand, rolling over, and falling asleep. But you find your fingers moving on their own to type.

|| 2:31AM You: you’re messaging me to help your friend get with my roommate?

There’s an uncomfortable two minutes where there’s no response from him and for some reason your anxiety is through the roof. You remember the countless times you’ve heard people describe Gojo Satoru in passing: there’s just something about him that demands your attention. 

His notification pops up at the top of the Instagram app when you were scrolling through reels to distract yourself and you accidentally clicked on it too fast. 

|| 2:33AM Gojo Satoru: Uh, yeah? 

You sigh as you ponder the proposition. You don’t even know for sure why Mina wasn’t really responding to his friend’s advances, maybe the guy was a creep or just not her type. And even if she was somewhat interested in him, she’s already refused to go to any of their frat’s house parties, so how would you be able to persuade her? 

You finally convince yourself you’ve had enough of Gojo’s messages for the night and you’ll choose whether or not you want to revisit the topic again in the morning, until another message flashes across your screen.

|| 2:38AM Gojo Satoru: What can I do to get you to convince her to come this weekend?

You bite down on your lip at his question, and an idea flashes through your mind.

|| 2:40AM You: i’ll find a way to convince her. my terms and conditions will come later

He responds in a second.

|| 2:40AM Gojo Satoru: Deal 

a/n. thank you for reading! i also post this story over on AO3, if you're more into that format, but i just wanted to start posting over here on tumblr too. hope to see you in the next one!

It was the wedding of the year. No matter what the laws of Snezhnaya said, the Harbingers were royals in everyone's eyes. How could they not be, when they directly served under her Highness and led the infamous Fatui?

And when the first Harbinger, the Jester, announced that he would take a wife... it was the wedding of the year, if not the wedding of the century.

The ceremony would be attended by everyone who was anyone. Servants whispered about the most extravagant wedding they've ever seen, or well, prepared. Their words carried wide and vast, and soon nobles, rich merchants, and members of the Fatui heard of the rumors too.

Yet no one dared ask Pierro about the wedding or his future bride. They didn't want to risk his wrath, no matter how curious they were. Well, some dared to. His work colleagues all teased him for finally settling down, and all they got in response was an unimpressed glare. How else should Pierro answer the teasing of the youngest Harbinger? He didn't know much about love anyway, so he should shut his mouth, was what Pierro thought several times about Childe.

Pantalone had been a big part of the wedding preparations, so Pierro wasn't too bitter about the few teasing words that left the younger man's lips. Still, Pierro would've preferred it if they wouldn't tease him at all. There was simply no time for it. Just because he would be married soon didn't mean they could slack off with their work. And they did indeed slack off with their workloads and assigned missions.

The Fair Lady of the Harbingers didn't behave like a lady at all. Instead of getting the gnosis from Barbatos, she sent a letter from Mondstadt, full of mirth and teasing words. Pierro was very close to not inviting her to the wedding.

Dottore wasn't any better and gave him a bunch of limbs, still bleeding and making a mess of the floor. And then he had the gall to call this monsteraty a bouquet and demanded that he give it to his fiancé. He should've just chucked it right in his face, instead of telling his assistant to silently let this mess vanish.

And all the other harbingers weren’t better. Their comments and teasing words just worsened his mood the moment he saw one of them. 

But it was his darling lady, his fiancé, his soon to be bride, who always calmed him down. Not that he was a temperamental man, but his fellow Harbingers always brought the worst out of him. Sometimes he asked himself why he was doing this. Sometimes he just... wanted to leave. And he could. Take his lady love and leave the harbingers. But then he watched how Childe almost set the training grounds on fire again and got chased through the palace by the Captain and couldn’t bring himself to leave. The world would end if he didn’t keep them in check. 

This is why he tolerated their teasing and domineering personalities so that at the end of the day, he could finally fall into the arms of his darling lady, grumble about his day, and simply enjoy the time spent with her.

Soon they would be finally married and he could call her his lady wife, his love, simply his. And yet, every time he thought about the moment he would call her his wife, his mouth went dry and his heart started beating faster. He was nervous, oh so nervous- what if something went wrong? There could be so much going wrong, and Pierro wanted this to be the perfect day for his love, so she could always think back and remember their wedding day with a smile.

But he couldn’t show it. His face carried the usual scowl, only melting into a small smile when he saw his love. He had to be steady and calm. He was her husband and the strong man in her life. Not that his wife to be needed any protection, but the instinct was still in him. Arlecchino would tell him to knock it off and stop behaving like the stereotypical, overprotective husband. And he knows he is, and he knows he shouldn't be, it was wrong of him to do so. 

Of course, he knows this. His lady was strong, a powerful woman in her own right, and yet…and yet he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to protect her, keep her safe and satiated, without any complaints. It was his duty as a husband, his duty to love, cherish, and protect her. And he would. This he promised himself the moment it became clear he would marry her.

—

When the day of the wedding finally came, Pierro planned to prepare himself alone. He could clothe himself. He has always done it.

But then his fellow Harbingers barged into his room, chattering with each other and carrying packages upon packages with them.

"What are you doing?" Pierro hissed. Then he started slowly backing away from Signora’s disapproving gaze at his choice of clothing. 

"We’re here to save the day," chirped Columbia, and started humming one of the many tunes he had chosen for the wedding. 

"No", he refused, batting Arlecchino’s hands from his hair. 

"We definitely need to fix this," mused Pantalone, and started opening the packages they brought in. Then he went through coats and alternations of their harbinger uniforms, always picking them up and holding them in the air, only to put them away after a few seconds. 

Pierro sighed and prepared for an exhausting morning, while the harbingers around him chattered and chirped away, eyes gleaming with mirth. They knew exactly that he didn’t want them here, and yet they ignored his silent wish for peace. 

—

Time passed fast, and before Pierro truly realized it, he stood in front of his majesty, for she would be the one to bless his marriage. Behind him, people whispered and pointed, awed at the extravagance of his wedding.

And suddenly, the nerves hit. His breath hitched, his hands started shaking, and he started to feel uneasy. He would marry the woman he loved, link himself with her, exchange vows for life-

The sharp gaze of the Tsaritsa pulled him out of his spiraling thoughts and he took a deep breath. He couldn’t hesitate now. He had to stay strong and steady for his wife to be.

—

His eyes widened when the doors of the hall finally opened and his darling lady finally showed her in her wedding dress. Her steps were slow, her long veil being carried by two young children, and her white dress falling and folding like a river, trailing after her elegant person.

A small smile was on her face, her hands full with a bouquet of roses, which she passed to one of the children accompanying her. She took his offered hand, stepping next to his right side. 

"You are beautiful," he whispered, and the radiant smile she gave in return almost made him gasp. A smile full of love, directed at him. He would marry her; he is marrying her. His lady, his darling, his wife. The woman he will live with from today until his death.

—

And so he spoke his vow, to love and cherish her, to protect and take care of her, till the end of his days.

“hmm.. i wonder if they would resemble their dad or th—” you interrupted yourself once you spotted the surprised expression on your boyfriend's face. “kaeya..? hello! earth to kaeya!”

you chuckle while you wave your hand in front of him in attempt to snap him back into reality.

in the meanwhile, kaeya had felt his own cheeks and neck warm up due to your single comment. it was supposed to be an innocent one at that, however his mind immediately skipped to the love making part.

only picturing the way your puffy pussy would be filled with his cum made his cock twitch in his pants. the blue haired man wondered what it would be like to fuck his own cum deeper into your fertile womb, how he can feel and see it overflow and dribble down your plush thighs with each thrust. maybe your lower stomach would slightly bloat due to the multiple loads he pumps into you..

“mhm.” your partner finally responds, however his answer seems rather absent-minded. “come here, would you?”

that was exactly how you ended up underneath him on his bed after he had picked you up by the waist to go inside. your vision was hazy and your mind went blank with how many times you had came already.

on top of that, kaeya had not even once missed a chance to release his loads as deep into your walls as possible. every single drop was emptied inside of your creamy cunt; he even took the time to scoop up the white liquid after each climax to push it back into you— using his cock to do so.

“such a good girl, huh? keeping all of it inside of your pretty pussy just for me.” he coos with a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “you're doing such a good job— letting me use your hole as i please, letting me breed it the way i want to.”

his hips were moving at a ruthless pace, yet his sweet gestures made the tiredness in your own body vanish. his slender fingers traced your jaw before his lips replaced them to place a trail of soft kisses all over your face.

“beautiful..” his whisper sent shivers down your spine. kaeya's blue locks tickled your face as he bent down to plant another kiss on top of your forehead. “..i consider me blessed to be able to call myself yours.”

it made you smile back at him, your arms wrapping around his neck some more once you noticed that he was about to reach his nth orgasm.

“..you wouldn't mind if i pumped you full of my cum all night, right, love?” he groans, his hips impatiently ramming into yours. “please. i promise to fill you up real' good— 'promise to put a beautiful child in your tummy.” his eyes shut tight.

“love you s'much.. love you..” his words slowly become slurred as his mind only focuses on spilling all of his seed into your cunt. all of it has to go inside of you. there's no other place that he wants to stuff you full with.