#krishna x reader

[akshinayak]

Guys please suggest some good krishna x reader fics

#akshithepakshi #krishnablr #desiblr #gopiblr #kanha #krishna #hindublr #desi stuff #desi tumblr #krishna x reader

[ramayantika]

Krishna Fics

Train to Vrindavan (completed)

Ch: 1 Ch: 2 Ch: 3 Ch: 4

Bhaishmi and her cousins are on a trip to the temple towns of Vrindavan and Mathura to celebrate Holi, the festival of colours. Straight out of a bollywood fantasy of every hopeless romantic where one meets a nice stranger and they fall in love, Bhaishmi here meets a charismatic curly haired boy on the train who plays a flute and has eyes that twinkle just like stars.

After a playful game of Antakshari where tiny sparks have erupted between the two, would the prime bollywood fantasy come true or they part ways after moving to their respective destinations?

Braj ki Holi (completed)

Ch: 1 Ch: 2 Ch: 3 Ch: 4 Ch: 5 Epilogue

The two groups of cousins are in town for Holi. The flute boy and Bhaishmi are perhaps more than friends now it seems? No? Tune in to see it for yourself.

A tale of young first love and friendship and a trip around the famous temples of Vrindavan and Mathura. Friendly banters, playful flirtations and stolen moments.... Something is brewing between Krishna and Bhaishmi, but does their story get their happy ending or will they part again forever with memories of beautiful festival of colours and love?

Adharam Madhuram (oneshot)

Pov of a gopi who is now old and has a young adolescent daughter. The daughter finds out some letters hidden under her mother's sarees addressing a boy called Krishna. She wonders who this boy was and asks her mother who now sits like a statue when she hears her daughter take his name.

Krishna. The boy with beautiful lips and an enchanting face, who had entranced everyone in Vrindavan. And just like all enchanting things that fade away in time, the darling of Vrindavan left the town, left his friends and his beloved gopis.

This story belongs to one of those gopis who loved him dearly, and remained in hopes of just one last glimpse and just one letter.

Vivah Bandhan

Prologue Ch: 1 Ch: 2 Ch: 3 Ch: 4

Mathura Nagarpati (oneshot)

Not all promises are kept, not even by the Gods. He has come back to fulfill his promise to one friend if not the whole of his village and to all those who until their dying breath carried hope -- that someday their darling child, their best friend, would come back.

Time has never stopped for anyone. The maiden, now old was living her life well with her family and children until she sees a familiar feather dance on top of her head.

Is he really back?

Pratiksha (oneshot)

#masterlist #samridhi writes #krishna x reader

[lovelaughsimp]

Girlhood is acting fine even after witnessing something traumatic the first thing in the morning and then laughing and enjoying the whole day, only for you to know it's infact not okay and then starting crying but there's no one there with whom you can share what you are feeling, obsessing over your favourite ficitonal character and then wishing if only they were real and then having another breakdown cause they are not real. Only in the end for you to cry in the embrace of God asking him to soothe all the pain.

#god #kanha #shree krishna #god is love #god is with us #god is good #god is kind #god is my refuge #god is beautiful #im cryin #doctor zayne #love and deepspace zayne #getou suguru x reader #jjk x you #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #zayne love and deepspace #caleb love and deepspace

[krsnaradhika]

Sempiternal : Krishāvyayam.

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To me, you are the only sempiternal. You are my serenity and my restlessness at once. My serendipity and magic. You are so beautiful- the man of my poetries.

I am fortunate to have you, my beloved. I shall await you in our paradise, in the arcade that shall await us someday. I love you. I love you. I'll always love you.

She slipped from his grasp like sand from between taut fists. The universe was here to steal her from him again, like it did everytime. There's nothing too novel to his bruise, yet nothing seemed as agonizing as it was.

He was swarmed in the aphrodisiacs his mind deluded him with, the visions of a whimsical damsel, the waters called to him. Between shivering hands and sweat glazed skin of swarth, he caught hold of the stallion’s harness and raced through the grass mist, smelling of earth petrichor and orphic sandalwood. The rumbling rain’s messengers, phantoms of brontides and frosty zephyrs were adding to the desperation that was in him, bleeding for a mallacht that was hers and he grew restless in. Oh if the intoxication of being human wasn't getting to his lovelorn heart.

Krishna’s stalwart gaze traversed nowhere from where a distant flame crackled, an enchantress with bows and arrows lurking in the shadows of the Ashoka trees, she was the goddess of the night. Through misty grass and biting cold of the dusk, he ceased where she planted roses of dalisay. “Mohini,” he said, and the princess with her giggling and flustering handmaidens buzzing around met his eyes in surprise, “I need you to come with me.”

“Are you well Kanha? You shouldn't be out at this hour, Panchala’s hair has grown cruel in these winters and you haven't even taken a shawl-”

“Not now about it, please,” he heaved, a hand yet engaged to prod the spotless horse that carried the almighty while the other ached to hold her in it. Shri’s eyebrows of a bow’s image met at their juncture and she maundered through the hay and flowers like the moon escaped from thundering clouds. “Come with me.”

“Sakhi, let Pita Maharaja and Jyeshtha Bhagini know that I shall be back shortly. Worry less, I'm going to be safe,” she crooned to the companion with goodwill who looked positively her way. The grin and sororal ways were saying it all.

She didn't ask where. She didn't have to know. There's no shame in love and no bindings when it comes to him. Strangely enough no questions and clawing monsters came to her thoughts when he did. There was never any interrogation attached to him. And so like the abhisarika heroine of an ancient aesthetic dance she put her arm in his and Kanha pulled her up, settling her ahead of him as the carrier of hope neighed in delight. The ivory quadruped did not need any coaxing for then it raced ahead to the paths of teal forests and elysian esoteric, the hero of the era and the princess of the flares clasped in each other.

“I need you to trust me”

“I know, I do. What is it, you do not seem serene?”

Her rising and falling bosom and curly ringlets cascading to her cheeks, the bit chapped lips and intoxicating eyes were adding to the beauty that was the nightfall. Kanha wondered where the moon was at first but then an epiphany came that it was sitting in his embrace all along, tidying the folds of his yellow brocade silks while blushing in divine lotuses. “I need you to tell me something. Something has to be confirmed. Do I scare you?”

“Never. The future does, yes. But the past that has been shared with you and this present that blocks all other thoughts can never. I want to see this pristine beauty that you are, ever in milks and honey and thus- thus you heed to my pleas. Let go of being so headstrong, the gods and these deceiving stars have never been kind to me.

I've thought this through. I have only ever been yours, but I don't want the moon to be stained crimson from my faults. Accept my apologies for being so brusque that time my love, I was n-not-”

She gasped when the horse halted to crystalline blue showers and breathtaking verdant cliffs. Simultaneously the moon appeared from behind the clouds as the frogs croaked hopping into stagnant green waters, cuckoos cooed yet and the papiha called for his lover. The azure of her lehenga camouflaged with her beloved's sapphire skin and he descended to grace the arrow arum flowers with the genial touch of his fingers, blowing where the dandelions swayed. The butterflies in Kamalnayani's core danced to the tunes of his flute and she was wide-eyed at the romance this picturesque vista was, longing for a love that she had presumed to be star-crossed.

“Kanha, this- this place. It's stunning and I'm not in my senses anymore-”

“If you say no, I will leave with my family and return only when you let me be yours. If yes, I'll take you to an utopia where I don't pledge a stormless sea but an unsinking boat. For the final time, it's your call and nobody is compelling you. Listen to what your heart of heart has to say, and let me know. I respect you as a person before my love for you.”

Enough with the suffocations, please.

Madhusudana had long forsaken the vibrant headgear and the extravagant crowns the moment he had decided to let go of his apprehension and then he charged out of his chambers in haste. The peacock feathers of Hari were glued to her opal bracelets and his hair now fell to his shoulders, unbounded and unruly, and he ran a hand through them to push away the cool droplets soaking them. Kanakangi, the woman of gold as the world called her, was starstruck and in catharsis yet again. The universe was notorious for their agape love.

“I promise you and the universe, O damsel of faultless spirits, that the curse inflicted upon your stars is mine too. The last blood moon that paints the future grotesque, was from a crime committed by the both of us in a birth you do not remember.”

Kamalnayani staggered a step as beads decked her honey eyes, blood coming to her mouth. She wished to run into his arms and run away from the last destined wound that fate would bring to her at the same time. She was weaker with every plea of his and whatever came ahead, would ruin the both of you. But not to destruction, never to destruction.

“Abandoning every uncertainty and fear, every dharma and conflict that plagues your conscience, put faith in me that I'll not let everything flow away like the queen taken away. Every curse that is yours and so mine too, for I cannot escape from the labyrinth of your soul and everything that you are, Svaha’s heiress to her grit.”

Kanha let one of his knees buckle in as he fell to the tawny soil with a thud, a thousand years flashing before his burning ethereal vision as she swallowed the pain that was his too. She hurt him and yet he was here. She knew she would do it again, so stained with ignorance. [When will you learn to be only yours, Chittachora? When will you go alone for the country that awaits you, the Bharatavarsha that laments in wars undeclared? Do you not deem me able to carry this curse alone, even if the punishment is of the both of us?]

[Let me have it too, Mohini. Let me have my share too but don't drain me of life by your fear of the togetherness of the both of us and disrespect the goddess you are by your detestation for your ownself. Do not take away the love in your veins that is for me. Let me be the fortunate one, let me have your heart like you've robbed me off mine.]

“Will you be my wife?”

I promise you, I will not go anywhere. There's no curse, no blessing, no hex that I won't shatter for you. I will never leave your side, I can never.

He was an art. The brawn biceps of his straining in the emotions that conquered him whole, the lips of his colored lilac at their commissure as they flaunted a blush pink shade, he was the kalopsia she wished to revel in. He was an art. He awaited the heartbreaking atelier.

She tasted salt on her mouth and sobbed because he did too, almost. She shook and trembled while hearing him so in her consciousness, ever known to his quintessence. As the stygian took over, the moon and the stars eager to let these sweethearts unite with fervor, Mohini caved into the trance that he bestowed upon her, burying her face in his neck, “Yes, yes, yes!”

#FUCK SLOW BURN I'M REVAMPING A BIT OF THE PRE-WEDDING PART OF MY KRISHNA X OC NOVEL #kamalnayani is my oc as i once mentioned earlier #anyway enjoy this proposal that I've hallucinated for far too long #to my watty readers #I've rewritten the 16th and 19th chapter of the book so fuck yeah #krishnablr #kanha #gopiblr #desiblr #krishna my beloved <3 #dhruvi writes #so like the chapters previously titled “on consent and will” and “haridra utsavam” are now “sempiternal” and “rumour has it” respectively #I'll also rewrite the 13th and all the wedding chapter #+ many other chapters I've lost count of at this point #anyways lemme know how you liked kanha and hridayaa

[sakinotfound]

I love against and I am emotionally constipated. If you are still taking requests, may I please request headcanons about the demon brothers(Obey Me) with an MC(gn!) that refuses to open up about their problems, and tells them to stay out of their bussines? Even more pain if the MC uses the pact to make them leave the room. Take your time and don't forget to take breaks!

when you are an emotionally constipated anime character

characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus

cw: angst, hurt no comfort, a little violent behaviour in Mammon's part that can be triggering for some but he doesn't physically hurt the mc, mc might seem like a dick in this… ehehehe

a/n: oof anon, that's a good one😈. and my requests are always open. i love angst too, more than what's considered normal so thanks for this ask, really. dude i hope this how you wanted it😭. also like i did these 3 because doing all of them at once was too much. lemme know if you want a specific brother or something though. don't mind me making fun of mc like this

part 2

🌪️lucifer

• he walks up to you after your class and asks you to accompany him to a secluded place inside the school premises.

• he has been observing for quite some time now and it is painfully obvious that something's been bothering you.

• at first he thought you would come up to him eventually when you finally decide to talk about it with somebody. he was dead sure it would be him and he was dead sure you would open up. after all he is the eldest brother and the most smartest of them all, so why not?

• couldn't be more wrong. don't be so presumptuous Lucifer, our mc doesn't wanna talk to anyone about their problems.

• whatever it was, you knew you could and would handle it yourself. maybe not right now, but eventually. and even if you couldn't, asking for someone's help was too much for your ego.

• right so when you do go to some quiet place with him, he asks you about "what is going on?"

• since you won't speak up yourself, he had to take the initiative to ask you himself. he can't see you like this anymore. he wants to know what's the big deal so you both can sort it out.

• you deny these accusations and tell him it's all fine. it's not. you and him both know that so he gives you a deadpan look as if saying "cut the bullshit."

• you don't. you cross your arms, lean on one side with your left foot forward and stare right back at him. a bored expression on your face.

• mind you all this time you two haven't said a word and are talking… telepathically? it's creepy

• soooo it's been ten minutes now and neither of you have budged. too much pride hun?

• anyways Lucifer sighs and tries to be the more mature one. he requests you to please tell him what has been hurting you all this while. he wants to help you.

• you refuse. you ask him to stop after repeated questioning and mind his own business. and that you can handle your own mess.

• "i don't need you help, Lucifer."

• oh? oh? aren't you being a little too bold, mc? forgotten your place, have you?

• you are testing his patience and every time you cut off his advancements he gets closer and closer to losing his cool with you.

• but it's not your fault. Lucifer should have known better.🤷🏽

• it had taken the longest to make a pact with Lucifer and he is utterly disappointed and immensely heart broken when you order him to stay away from you by using the pact. that pact he holds so dear to himself because it shows how special you are to him. never would he have imagined that you would use the pact made to bring you two closer, to push him away.

• it's not that you are arrogant or cocky. it's just, asking for help and reaching out to people when you obviously can't handle stuff on your own has never been your strong pursuit. you have never been able to open up and let it out.

• you aren't able to confront your ownself about your own problem so when someone else confronts you about them (because they obviously care about you, dummy ) you shut them down and tighten the security and put an extra lock on your emotionally stunted mind.

• it's ok though, mc. you just need therapy (and so do i, high five!...?)

🌪️Mammon

• he catches on pretty quick. mammon is very smart okay? he can read emotions and body language better than anyone. sure it might not look like it, but when it comes to you? let me tell you, he is very observant.

• this boy… demon? lives to make you smile. the one thing he hates more than his Goldie being taken away is seeing you hurt, and even more, if he is the reason for it.

• he suspects something is wrong when you start to cancel on any plans you two had made prior to your behaviour change. you were so excited about it. in fact, you were the one who proposed them and now you, yourself are cancelling them? hmm, something's fishy.

• you tend to zone out when he is rambling on about his modeling sessions or Lucifer's wrath on him and he has to bring you back to devildom like five times in a fifteen minute conversation.

• one day, when you had too much going in that head of yours and you were practically a mess, Mammon's tsundere acts and the lack of reading the room sometimes made you snap at him. you asked him to "stop acting like a fucking child and mend your tsundere ways. you are a fucking demon and have been alive for God knows how long so can you please act a little mature for your age?"

• pin drop silence.

• you get up and leave. and haven't come back to him in days. you two haven't talked or spent any time together.

• he misses you, dearly. so after three to four days of leaving you alone and giving you space he comes knocking at your door.

• "mc… mc is something the matter? why aren't you talking to me? did i do something wrong? is it about the other day? i am sorry. i am sorry, i promise i would be better but please don't leave me on radio silence for three fucking days???"

• "leave me alone mammon. i don't wanna talk."

• "mc please. please don't do this. what is the matter? what's going on? you barely talk to any of us. you barely spend any time with us."

• "mammon. i won't repeat myself. go away."

• he grits his teeth and bangs on the door which makes you jolt. "no, i fucking won't. you speak up now. say it, fucking spit it out."

• this spikes up your anger. well two can play this game.

• "you don't get to tell me shit. mind your fucking business and leave."

• "i won't." and keeps banging on the door.

• mammon? darling? ever heard of personal space and privacy? clearly not.

• "I SAID FUCKING STOP! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE DAMNIT! GO AWAY!"

• he stops. involuntarily but he does. he can't seem to bang on your door and he is forced to leave you.

• never did he think you'd use the pact for this. like this.

• you have hurt him mc. bad. worse than his brothers have with their constant berating. he never expected you of all people to treat the sacred pact he has with you like this. the pact was to create and intensify the bond you two had. the pact is so special to him. all he wanted was to help you, mc. so why?

• well mammon, as i have said before. you guys need therapy because there can't be two emotionally immature people in a relationship.

🌪️Asmodeus

• immediately notices something is wrong when you don't show the same enthusiasm and eagerness when he asks you to join him for a personal fashion show.

• he had bought so many new outfits, skin care and make up products. what do you mean you are busy? or you don't have time? or you aren't in the mood?

• he gets so upset. annoys you into saying yes until…. until you snap.

• and you snap hard. clicking your tongue and furrowing your eyes, your face holds a scowl as you look at him with annoyance.

• "back off asmodeus. i told you, "i. don't. wanna." , a million times. can't you take no for an answer? leave me alone man."

• grumbling all the way back to your room, you don't see the absolute shock and hurt in his face.

• he is genuinely heartbroken. even though he is tough and doesn't really give a shit when others do it, but this is probably the first time you have yelled at him.

• and when he caught on to your mumbling and grumbling, "so annoying."

• his heart shatters. sure he has a thick skin, but he lowers his guards and takes off his armour when he is around you. simply because he doesn't have to. he doesn't have to watch his words or tone himself down when it's you. you never judge him or berate him for how he is or how he acts. you take him as he is and accept him with arms open wide and a blinding smile.

• he figures something is definitely wrong after mulling over it and having a small talk with Solomon that night.

• but he doesn't wanna go back to you. not for now at least. he's hurt too, mc.

• sure you are suffering, but you didn't have to be so mean. sure he was being too pestering but you also know how he can be so sensitive.

• you both need to work on yourselves.

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #asmodeus x reader #lucifer x mc #mammon x mc #asmodeus x mc #krishna's requests

[omidesign]

🕉️⭐️⚛️✨

#conscience #evolution #bien etre #medecine #respect #future #humain #universal #shiva x reader #cool deck #funny tweets #spirit icons #spirituality #developpementpersonnel #gaia art #digital art #cosmic angels #dance #krishna

[vilsoo]

𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 ⌇GETO SUGURU

witch!reader x married!geto suguru || WC: 10,779

𖤐 SYNOPSIS. love and sex spells are your expertise; saving your client’s relationships and marriage with your witchcraft. you’d never go out your way to ruin them, until, you meet the handsome married man geto suguru…

𖤐 WARNINGS. witch disguised as sex therapist, implied homewrecking, slight yandere, witchcraft, seduction, impersonation, bodysnatching, body/soul possession, toxicity, eventual smut, horror/thriller themes.

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Ancient love magic, love spells, sex rituals, charms, potions, invocations, incantations, enchantments, runes, hexes, witchcraft.

300 years ago around the early 15th century, you’ve grown as a love witch; mastering the most powerful love and sex spells that many others failed to do. Some covens never knew of this magic nor practiced them, which is why you’ve been protecting it. You were mostly an independent witch your whole life, keeping yourself hidden and far away from the town and its people.

Most of these love spells weren’t learned from the ancient books you came across. You were taught from the love deities themselves; Venus, Krishna, Eos, Aphrodite, and so on. Goddesses that were associated with romance, lust, and sexuality were your teachers for several years. And in exchange, all you had to do was honor them through ritual, prayer, offerings, and most importantly keeping your sexual energy and prowess protected.

It wasn’t until one evening during the witch-hunt period, you fell in love with a man you’ve been seeing. A man that was bewitched and under all your spells, using them to keep him around longer. You loved him so much that you were willing to give up practicing witchcraft and gain your years of humanity back; everything that you missed out on and being a normal, regular citizen living your youth…

Sadly, the good memories and moments you shared just had to end so abruptly. It was hard to keep your witch life hidden, even though you believed nobody would suspect you. When he found your secret basement where all your witchcraft books, candles, pentagrams, cauldrons, and many other powerful objects were hidden, you were outed immediately.

At least you were protected by your divine spirits and guardian angels during the chase. Nobody found you nor did you get burned at the stake, thankfully. You were also able to find a remote location away from civilization, but it was difficult living like this; not being able to retain a normal life with your humanity. But the goddesses noticed, giving you the gift of staying youthful, young, and beautiful forever until the end of time. When the witch-hunt period passed, you managed to live for centuries finally enjoying a normal life through different eras and generations without time catching up.

You’ve then decided to never use your love spells on the people you have an eye on; instead, you wanted to help others.

Fast forward to present time, you were a licensed couples counselor, relationship advisor, and sex therapist. You’ve been helping broken relationships and marriages with your “wise advice” when really you were just doing your love spells behind the scenes. Of course, all their problems went away and customers would give their best reviews and really good pay. The same with sex therapy too; when in need of advice on how to spice things up in bed, you offer it while manifesting the most powerful and passionate sexual energy for them. And ‘till this day, you still honor your love deities even though they retired as your teachers centuries ago.

“Doctor Y/N is ready to see you now,” said your secretary, opening your office doors as your next male client sauntered in.

When your gaze flickered to the man’s face, in that mere, fleeting moment, something alluring about him blossomed within you. Settling on those deep and dark eyes as if linked to the primordial abyss— his charm, beauty, presence, and his energy alone had you hopelessly afflicted…! You haven’t felt such powerful infatuation and attraction in centuries that it was like discovering parts of you that were hidden beneath… What was it about this stranger and his sexual energy that you were oddly drawn to?

You forced yourself from your perverse thoughts and professionally greeted him just like any other client. “Afternoon, you must be Suguru. How are you today?”

“I’m good, how are you?” he coaxed as he sat across from your sofa, the sultry in his voice as smooth as molasses and so ravagingly rich in flavor. So hypnotizing and much more powerful than any enchantment. And his aura was so passionate and bright as the sun, radiant and all illuminating, like a lotus flower bathing on a still pond.

You sighed deeply and recomposed yourself as you sat down. “I’m doing good,” you beamed, not realizing you were all doe-eyed towards him. “You, uh, want anything to drink before we start?”

The way he smiled and chuckled softly out of nervousness was so precious to descry. “No, no. I’m okay. Thanks for asking.”

“So, what brings you to this session?”

Your eyes never left Geto’s face as if he was etched deep within your skin, watching him exhale deeply from his agitation. “A close friend of mine recommended you to me. You’re a very skilled therapist and I’ve seen lots of good reviews about you. You must be really good at your job.”

“Thank you,” you beamed, feeling your heart skip a beat from his compliment. “I love what I do and it’s very heartwarming to hear from my clients that they’re satisfied after our sessions.”

“That’s very good to hear, doctor.”

“Are you nervous?”

“Me? Ah… just a little,” he faltered. “I’ve never been to a sex therapist before and I never really talk about my wife and I’s sex life.”

Wife?

Just hearing that come out of those saccharine lips of his had the synapses of your brain frozen. The image of him married, spending the rest of his life with another woman ripped your mind up like a vice and paralyzed you. Immediately the silver titanium wedding ring caught your eye. It felt as if you only had one second to go through all five stages of grief and then force yourself to remain composed and professional.

You. Would. Never.

You were strictly against ruining people’s relationships and marriage. You’d never have just a fleeting thought of homewrecking someone’s marriage or promoting infidelity. It would be a major taboo as a witch! But then again, there was this feeling inside that was screaming at you to keep this man and his sexual energy wrapped around your finger… at a safe and professional distance.

You swallowed thickly. “Oh, that’s okay. That’s normal, Suguru! But in order for you to open up to me, I’m going to ask a few questions about you and your wife’s sex life, will that be fine?”

“Yes, please,” he gestured.

“Can you provide your sexual history? Like when was the last time you had sex with her?”

The moment he had to think about it, you knew where this was going. You almost felt pity. “Uh… I believe three weeks ago? I know, that sounds a little unusual, but, we’ve been very busy lately.”

“I see. Are you guys at least intimate and loving with each other outside of sex, though?”

“Oh, yeah. We’re very passionate with each other. My wife is very charismatic, endearing, beautiful... there’s so much I love about her. But when we we’re in bed, she still wants to take things slow; even though we’re very comfortable with each other. We mostly make love. You know, soft vanilla sex; not that there’s anything wrong with that. I would never pressure her to do something that she’s uncomfortable with. But, I came to you today because… I want to be more experimental with her. I want to spice things up in the bed and make sure she’s enjoying it. And even though I communicate about it to her, she’s still closed off about it. How can I make her open up to me?”

You hummed, trying not to go crazy over the fantasies of him making love like those passionate sex scenes you’ve seen in movies or homemade porn. “I’ve dealt with several clients experiencing that same reluctance your wife has. There’s a variety of reasons; she’s either very shy and awkward about it, or she’s just disgusted about sex in general. Low libido also contributes. It’s extremely common nowadays in women.”

Geto had a dejected sigh, worried about his wife. “Do you mind elaborating, doctor..?”

“When it comes to sex, not all women can voice out what they want. It doesn’t mean that there is something wrong; it just means she’s naturally shy about sex, and that’s completely normal,” you explained. “If your wife seems to want to make you happy in bed but is also reluctant, you should try reassuring to her that you love her, and your desire for a more exciting sex life doesn’t mean that you don’t love and desire her already. Tell her what you’ve done before and what you haven’t. She may feel more secure about trying something new with you. And express why you want a more exciting sex life with her.”

“I really hope I didn’t make her feel that way. God, I would be sick to my stomach if I ever made her feel insecure about herself. What is it about me that makes her… shy?”

You lean back on your sofa, smoothing out your long skirt while trying not to rub your thighs together. You’ve never felt such forbidden lust for a client before, especially a married man. It felt as if you were under a spell instead.

“Um, well— your presence and your aura just radiate… dominance to me,” you piqued while tilting your head. “It’s like… you know what you want and how to get it so easily. A shy woman wouldn’t even dare to take control. In order for that not to happen, allow her to empathize with your awkwardness or shyness about some things in bed. She’ll be a lot more willing to open up to you in return.”

His strong devotion to pleasure his wife was so intense to you. It made your chest thunder and your stomach twist; you had no idea what was going on with you and this stranger’s energy invading into yours. Just how powerful is his lust that it’s making you not think straight? You were feeling needy and filthy, and your energy was drawn into him and him only.

“I see... well, you’re right. I’m feeling a lot more confident that after taking in your advice and support, we’ll definitely cooperate together. She doesn’t have to be all shy with me. We can just work through it together, right?”

You agreed. For the past 30 minutes of spending more time knowing about Geto and his wife in order for the sex rituals to work, you asked more questions and went through the regular procedures of sex therapy. But the more you lingered with him, the more the tension thickened. Suguru had you infatuated and distracted. And even though he had a wife, you couldn’t help but feel such strong attraction. You tried your best not to seduce him. You tried your best to not let your mind wander off into filthy fantasies of him. But the furtive heat and wetness pooling between your legs felt as if it was transmitting onto your sofa. You had this erratic throbbing in the walls of your pussy the more you interacted with him. And you had no fucking clue why.

When Suguru left, you immediately had to take care of yourself. Keeping a spare vibrator in your drawer, you locked the doors and sat down on the sofa Geto was sitting on, spreading your legs while getting off to the vibrator stimulating your aching clit. You’ve abandoned your shame long ago about masturbating in your office on your break; you needed this badly. But such lust and fervor has never felt so urgent in your life that it heavily concerned you.

You moaned as softly as you could, having to muffle yourself to not let anyone nearby hear. And after cumming this fast for the first time in ages, you cleaned yourself up and got ready to leave for home and perform the sex ritual for Geto and his wife. You had to keep pushing away your jealousy in order to satisfy him. The spell would backfire if there were any feelings evolved, anyways. Never has this ever happened to you, though; for centuries you never knew your body could react this way over a man.

What’s spine-chilling was not even knowing why this was happening all of a sudden and why it’s happening in this time and age. It’s like your sexual energy and prowess that you’ve been protecting took over your poise, immobilizing your chaste and unleashing your inner promiscuity, like a deadly parasite attached to you and wanting to feed off it. And for Geto Suguru, a married man and loving husband, his mystifying sexual energy was enough to corrupt you entirely.

I have to stay away from him.

But, if the spell backfires, his marriage would be ruined forever…

That would be my first ever failure as a sexual therapist and healer.

You finally got home and headed to your magicarium, which is your basement with all your witchcraft and magic objects organized neatly. It was time for you to let go of Geto Suguru and only focus on improving his marriage and sex life. Stay professional and proceed with the ritual; then you’ll never have to see or even think of him. You rushed around like this was a life-endangering emergency, gathering everything that you needed. But as you were preparing your ingredients, you suddenly thought about a short-term memory loss spell.

Could that work..?

Since it’s a spell that hasn’t been used in several years, you had to go through all your bookshelves filled with thousands of spells and enchantments. Everything witchcraft related. You tried searching through your potions and journal entries, desperately looking everywhere just to get that man out of your mind. But as you were skimming one last time through your bookshelf, a thick book of various rituals fell down from the shelf.

When you head over to pick it up, the title and the cover caught your eye; something entirely different, something you’ve never performed successfully thousands of years ago; body and soul possession.

Your heart was rapidly racing in your chest for absolutely no reason. Then, you felt it again; your energy being drawn into a force you knew was corrupted… But instead of your sexual energy, it was your impulsiveness. You can feel it pounding inside your head, all the thoughts digging pathways into your brain more agonizing than any migraine. What was going on? What’s happening to you? Why are you feeling like this…?

You dropped the book to hold your face from the rush of anxiety, emitting a loud thud on the floor and opening to a random page right below. When you glanced down and read the subheading, only then had you realized what you fallen into…

This wasn’t witchcraft. It was all demon magic. Black magic. Corrosive to the soul, a diabolic price to pay. You get on your knees and proceed to read the spell out of curiosity:

Body and soul possession: Every intricate detail of this spell is uniquely crafted to mirror your aspirations, summoning the cosmic forces to reshape your physical existence. To perform body and soul possession, one must chant the incantation 3 times during the witching hour on full moon. Allow your soul to possess the other individual’s body and mind, letting go of your old self and feeling reborn into a new life. Your motivation, rapacity, greed, and selfish desires must be intense and strong enough for the body and soul possession to succeed. There will be no going back to your original form if you follow this method, however…

And in that moment, something shifted within you. You could feel the tides of time coming to a halt as sinister impulses took over you, an expulsion of foreign energy spreading like cursed blood in your veins. Imprisoning your lust for what felt like several years had now been released, your energy now lascivious and greedy to satisfy your primal needs. You’ve betrayed your true nature of being a passionate, endearing couples counselor. You failed to protect what your deities have been protecting for you. You’re now a victim to your own rapacious desire, enslaved to this rhythm of such unquenchable fire.

Your entire life, you’ve been stuck in a body that never ages. You’ve lost your friends and families from centuries ago while you get to live as this immortal witch, staying young forever and scorching the earth. But not anymore; no matter how many times you’ve tried dying, tried breaking your curse, tried being reincarnated to a mortal woman, and tried black magic that backfired, you finally found a new life to look forward to. A way you can finally free yourself.

Geto Suguru’s wife was the perfect body to possess. And with your soul inside of her body, you can finally have a taste of his energy you’ve been craving for the longest.

He will be yours to keep forever.

To execute this plan, you had to wait a couple of weeks for the full moon that falls on October 28th this year. It was an agonizing wait, so you decided to pretend things were all going normal and resumed your regular schedule for work. When you performed the sex ritual for Geto and his temporary wife, you just had to know for yourself how it all goes down. And how do you do this? By stalking them both at their house.

A day later after the ritual, you cast another spell that lets you mind control a crow and see through their eyes. The crow was perched on their windowsill, watching as Geto came home from work with his blazer draped over his arm and his body fatigued. His wife then comes in a few seconds later, arms opened for a tight embrace.

“…Hey, hey. I missed you a lot, too,” Geto chuckled as he kissed her cheek. “What’s all this, hm?”

The smile on his face was out of subtle bewilderment, as if he was stunned from his wife all over him like there was no tomorrow, greeting him with kisses all over his face. Evidence that the spell was beginning to work.

“What? I just missed you,” she coaxed, diving into a deep, passionate kiss with him that it made your stomach churn as you watched. “Dinner’s also ready.”

Geto’s lips brush the crook of her neck, taking in the scent of her enhanced pheremones. You can immediately tell by his longing expression that he was already turned on, gliding his hands down her body. But knowing his limits, he purposefully held himself back from taking her on right there.

“You smell… really good,” he whispers. “I’d rather have you for dinner instead.”

The two of them laughed it off, his wife taking his hand to bring him into the kitchen. The rest of their banter was blurred out of your mind when all you thought about was how intimate Geto was. Replaying the way he held her, how he kissed her. Such a loyal, loving husband with powerful underlying sexual energy you were dying to have a taste of.

It was nice to see your magic working perfectly, but that wasn’t your main concern. Not once in your life you ever doubted your love and sex spells. But in this very moment, your main focus was her. Knowing everything about her life, from her identity, schedule, routine, background, personality, etc. in order to take her place and possess her body.

Their dinner conversation was going on for too long. You needed to know more about their life at home and in public together. Just absorbing his wife’s memories wouldn’t even be enough. It’s gonna take a lot for you to fit in this new life, but you were heavily dedicated. And it wouldn’t be that difficult with so many spells you’ve practiced for eternity.

When nightfall finally approaches, the energy in the bedroom was enough to intoxicate your bloodstream. Even from several miles way it invaded you like fire in your ribs and coals upon your tongue, fueling you with such fervor. It seems that the couple had communicated with each other effectively, expressing all of their desires and fantasies in bed. A passionate, special night for them indeed; but it was such a shame that this won’t be going on for long.

Still stalking from the eyes of a crow, the feathers blended with the pitch black sky as you stayed perched by their windows. Geto Suguru has never looked so yummy to you; his body, his face, the size of his big cock… you wanted to get off so bad by the heavenly sight of him. It was already too late to pull away since you were drawn into the energy flowing in the room.

At first, he was so gentle with her. Checking up with her every few minutes as he was going down on her and caressing her body. You were too aroused by this; way too aroused from how he was eating her pussy out. If you closed your eyes and tried enough, you could picture him eating you out instead. Wondering how you would react as Geto kept teasing, making you pull onto his bedsheets that begins to stick onto your skin, crying out his name as you grind your hips on his face...

Then you watched as she got on his knees, gazing up at him with the most tantalizing look in her eyes. You sensed that she was an amateur; her first time ever going down on a male. Geto was still being gentle, willing to guide her and teach her. It was a slow process; but fuck, if only that were you instead. The tight circle of your lips rolling upwards and downwards, peering through your eyelashes and pinning your gaze on him the whole time until he had the urge to fuck your throat... Oh, he’ll have no fucking idea.

You can also hear him talking her through it. Praising her taking his dick so good, but also calling her “my little slut.” God, if only that were you. Showing his gentle dominance that gradually switches to a rough, degrading dom that loves putting a woman in her place. Fucking her until she cries, until she screams, until she orgasms multiple times. That was the kind of energy from Geto that you sensed; all that repressed rough fantasies and desires that he’s been holding back on for so long were bound to come out.

Such a shame, Suguru. She was the first to experience how much of a filthy person you really are deep down...

It’s unbelievable that this man hasn’t laid one finger on you or stood within your presence up close; yet he’s the only man that’s making you muffle your moans and whines out of shame in your own home. Playing with yourself, getting off to this filthy sight… no man has ever had you become this pathetic ever. But deep down, you secretly loved it; as if he’s given you all the power to ruin yourself. That once he lays a finger on you, you want him to make it hurt real good…

The stalking mission became worse as the days gone by, but at least you were making tons of progress retaining information. Whenever the couple wasn’t home, you’d find yourself roaming about inside, sneaking in through their mirrors. You analyzed every room in their home, the way every decoration was arranged, the way their drawers were organized, the food that makes up their pantry, the books that they read, mostly everything until his wife comes home from work. You had to know about where she works, what kind of car she drives, and what exactly she does.

While handling other clients back at work, Geto’s session would occur once a week over Zoom meetings. You got to “officially” meet his wife, putting on a polite and professional facade as you continued “advising” them and following sex therapy procedures. But this mission was all you were invested in for weeks, now taking off so many days from your job just to focus on the couple. It was also fascinating to witness how far they came from their timid sex experience to the point they’ve fucked all over the house every day and night, taking their sexual frustrations out on each other and then having the sweetest, intimate aftercare.

But it wasn’t until your blazing envy and prolonged jealousy of his wife provoked you; You wanted to drain her energy that she was sharing with Geto by psychologically torturing her every few nights. She needed to know that there was someone out there, lurking in the vulnerable edges of her mind, always watching her nearby. Standing beside her bed at night, watching her deep in her slumber. You were a snake slithered into position and ready to strike. Your unsettling presence then waking her up in the middle of the night, shooting up from her bed with a startled gasp and looking around to find nobody.

The hunt for her was never going to stop. All the times she would be alone, whether at work or at home doing chores, you’d torment her with dark magic that paralyzes her with this sinking sensation of diabolical fear and painful turmoil. You gained such satisfaction and amusement out of this, threatening her in the most sinister ways that was all in her head. That was the beauty of black magic and witchcraft; getting exactly what you want out of something standing in your way.

The 28th was finally here. Your mind is screaming at you that it’s time. This was the last night of your mundane life as a witch and being reborn as a normal human being, finally getting a taste of death. There was nothing to miss from a life of immortality. There was no point in honoring your love deities since they don’t come around anymore. And as much as you loved your career in couples counseling, it was time to “retire.”

With your soul leaving your body forever, you decided to leave yourself in a remote location where no one could find your body. You emptied out your whole house as if you moved out and sold it. All of your witchcraft books and powerful objects were stored in another spare underground magicarium you used for centuries, safely hidden and guarded where no one else could find or trespass.

The shroud of night draws nigh, darkness swallowing every last bit of light on earth. At a darkened alleyway, you find his wife walking to the parking lot after her shift. The air around falls colder, sending a shiver coursing down her spine. You can see her but she can’t see you. But she can feel you. You want her to feel you reaping on her. You kept your eyes on her like a prowling wolf seeing their prey on the periphery of their new territory. The eerie, icy silence was enough to make all the hair rise on her skin.

Te video.

You tread so fondly and almost too carefully, ever so gracefully near her body, but as light as a rare breeze in a scorching desert. She still can’t see you, but she heard you; your wintry, delicate whispers of wicked incantations that reverberated in her ears and soaked into the air. She halted on her pathway and averted her head around in alarm, her breathing growing rapid and her eyes darting at every corner.

Such a fickle soul she was, perfect to be tormented alone in a dismal night like this. As much as you wanted her gone, you couldn’t help but take predatory thrill in agonizing a soul like hers that was soon to face the worse demise.

Tu es mortua mulier…

Tu autem ad me pertinent…

She let out a yelp when her head began throbbing, seeing the world around her spin as if she was nauseous. Your incantations now scream in her ears like a shrieking banshee, seizing every fiber of her being in bone-chilling horror. She holds onto the rough concrete wall and kept her head low like she was going to vomit, panting heavily until her heartbeat expelled all of the air from her lungs.

The lamps on the alleyway begin to flicker erratically. A flock of crows caw loudly as they fly fast up above. There were no sounds of cars. No sign of people around. She was a victim trapped in your menacing mind, twisting her reality into a night terror, almost resembling a bad drug trip.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

The woman turned her head ever so slowly to a puddle beside her, leaky water from a ledge dripping on its rippling surface. She leans forward to stare at her reflection, her facial expression mixed with tumult and distorted curiosity. With the alleyway being dark, seeing herself this way was like staring at a helpless version of herself lost in an abyss. Sunken away, forgotten from the world, never to be heard from again…

“No, I— I need to get back,” she uttered to herself. “I need to go home.”

Excipio.

Lured by your incantations messing with her head once again, her eyes follow the direction the sudden gush of wind drifted, all the way to the end of the alleyway. But what she didn’t know, the moment she took her curious eyes off the puddle that suddenly rippled, her reflection was not mirroring her at all.

Her reflection curves a wicked smirk at the corner of her lips, eyes widening as if a feral predator finally cornered their puny prey. In a blink of an eye, you can hear the wife screaming when your hand reached out of the puddle and grabbed her. How unfortunate that her screaming and crying for help was futile, trying her hardest to fight back such a deadly force. She should’ve known it was the last night of her life.

Munera porto mea consortes, corpora muta per auras...

She screams, she shrieks, she struggles with the black water coming out from the puddle transfiguring into a solid rope to bind her wrists behind her head, pinning her down to the ground.

Munera porto mea consortes, corpora muta per auras…

Her head suddenly shoots back with her mouth agape, a sign that she’s no longer in control of her own body. Her eyes start to glow and her limbs completely freeze like a deer in headlights. You can feel your soul resonating into her body as you kept repeating the incantation. She tried fighting it; she really tried her best fighting to keep her own body, like pulling a tooth with a string. But nothing could beat dark magic, finally eating away her soul and energy until she feels herself withering away. Finally cascading on her heart, her mind, body, and soul is now a lost one, somewhere drowning in a deep and dark abyss.

It was time to go home to your husband.

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Something shifted in the air when Geto was at home that night.

That feeling of needles piercing on the sides of his body for just a fleeting second. A random shiver running down his spine. A wave of nausea cascading in his stomach. His gut suddenly twisting out of nowhere. He had no idea why he felt this way; why this agitation suddenly washed over him. The last time he endured a gut-wrenching feeling like this was months ago for his first sex therapy session, which he found out Doctor Y/N no longer works there.

Thank goodness for her. If it weren’t for her advice, my wife wouldn’t be as confident in bed with me as she is now, he marveled in his head.

Geto was in the kitchen chopping up vegetables. Saturdays are when his wife comes home late for working overtime, which means he has to prepare dinner tonight. But what utterly surprised him was her coming home earlier than the usual time she arrives.

“Honey, I’m home!”

Of course, greeting each other after coming home from work was a normal thing they do everyday. But your enthusiasm coming home after working 10 hours was just a little anomalous to Geto. But it shouldn’t even be that big of a deal, right..? Maybe she has exciting news. Maybe she’s just happy to come home early. He would admit, her enthusiasm was just adorable. Any expression of happiness and joy from his wife was a beautiful sight to witness.

You make your way to the kitchen, immediately coming together to embrace. Geto felt his lungs closing in on him from how tight you were hugging him, squeezing all the oxygen out of him that he didn’t have enough time to register it.

“Oh my goodness— baby,” he chuckled breathlessly, sliding his hand down to hold your waist. His caresses drizzled under your skin, lulling you and feeling his body heat radiating onto you. Oh, his scent was just enough to send your desires and wanton lust ablaze. Starved of love for far too long, it felt painful deep down, like having an appetite for something unreachable.

“How was work? Everything okay?” Geto’s eyebrows slightly drew together, mentally contemplating this sudden rush of energy you had compared to this morning where you were all groggily and not in the mood for work.

You kept touching him, fiddling with his collar and running your hands down his chest. You couldn’t believe you were finally this close to him; it made you so nervous deep down. His physique was a masterpiece of curvaceous precision, artwork sculpted and delicately lined that you’ve adorned ever since you first laid your eyes on him. It was like doing a reality check to see if this was all real and not just a forbidden fantasy, that Geto Suguru truly belonged to you. Admiring him like an award, rather, a prized possession that you worked so hard to achieve.

“Work was… tiring,” you reply with a feigned sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I was also distracted today, too…”

“Oh? And why is that?” He smirked and inched his lips closer, giving you exactly what you wanted that you just couldn’t bare holding back longer. How can you crave something so rich and true that existence felt like it paled in comparison?

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you at work,” you muttered coyly. “Especially about this morning when you took care of me…”

“Oh, baby…” Geto held onto your hips as he guided you gently to the counter behind you. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

The way your eyes glimmered with passion and fire was so ravishing to him. He knows just how bad you want it, until he suddenly thought about the vegetables that were unfinished.

“…But, I gotta feed you first. You’ve been working so hard. You must be exhausted.”

With a soft kiss on the forehead, Geto walks back over to where the cutting board of vegetables laid, grabbing the knife and continuing to chop. You’ve never got to experience a domestic life with a man this way. He was the ideal, perfect husband. Financially supportive, stable, loyal, loving, housekeeping, all of the qualities and categories you’ve observed while stalking him several weeks prior. But god, you couldn’t wait to physically and spiritually experience the way he is in bed…

The rest of the evening you were getting ready upstairs, then headed down to the kitchen a few minutes later to aid him in preparing. Nothing unusual, unordinary, or out of place happening as the rest of the evening went on. You adjusted pretty quickly with the aid of his wife’s memories that you absorbed. You knew what food he liked, how to operate the stoves and other kitchen supplies, how they set the table, what time they usually eat dinner, and so on. And of course, a sprinkle of flirting here and there.

“Hm. Did you add something?” Geto asks after he ate a spoonful of the food you helped making at the dinner table. “I never tasted Zaru Soba like this before. I thought you’d always follow the same recipe.”

You panicked, not knowing that you might have accidentally changed something and tension would suddenly form over small stuff like this. “Um— I just felt a little… experimental today. I’m sorry if you don’t like it.”

“No, no, honey,” he chuckles, reaching over to hold your hand in reassurance. “It doesn’t taste bad. I just thought… this was your family recipe and you stuck with it for years. But no harm in adding something new, right?”

You chuckled it off, trying to recompose yourself from the rapid beating of your heart. Perhaps there were major differences between you and his wife that would take time to adjust. However, you refused. Geto, on the other hand, scrutinized your little mannerisms like always. He’s attracted to every small thing his wife does; whether it’d be the way she sits, the way she speaks, the cute facial expressions she makes that makes him want to figure out what she’s thinking about. But for some reason, he couldn’t quite put his finger on what you’re thinking or how you’re feeling tonight.

Saturday evening dinners, he knows that you’re tired. Drained, enervated, and groggy all because of work. His wife would eat more slowly and frequently grab the pitcher on the table to keep refilling her glass from dehydration. The water in the pitcher would be iced as well, but tonight you left it at room temperature. You were almost finished with your plate, which is unusual because Geto always finishes his food before you, just so he can sit, talk, and listen as you ate. And the way you sat as well; usually you’d be slouching and massaging your thighs because of soreness and cramps and stress. Right now, your leg was folded on the other and your back seemed perfectly fine, shoulders pushed back like how you would sit in the fancy restaurants he would take you. But he knows just how comfortable you are with him at home that you don’t even have to act all modest and fancy.

How weird. I never overthink about my wife and her wellbeing, Geto vacillated in his mind. She’s just in a good mood..! There’s nothing wrong with her. Nothing about her changed at all…

“What are you thinking about, hm?” you coaxed, rubbing your foot against his leg under the table it caught him off guard. Your gaze flickers onto his, the heated look in your eyes seeping into his skin like water in a wound. The way you take him in was something he’s never seen nor felt before. His wife’s “fuck-me” eyes would be more submissive, more doe-eyed, more slothful, more yearning. That glimmer in your eyes that makes him lose his mind… But the look you gave him just now was enough to penetrate his psyche; rapacious, calculated, greedy— like a predator feening on its prey that it captured, having him all to yourself.

“Ah, I was just…”

Geto’s been contemplating the past ten minutes that he wasn’t even able to register you leaning in closer to kiss him. But it wasn’t just any soft, passionate kiss like you were trying to soothe him or give a loving, tender gesture. The way you kissed him was out of urgency, as if a rush of adrenaline took over you. The greed and desire he could see in your eyes earlier resonated in the kiss. He was confused, but at the same time… he couldn’t resist the way you clung onto him like he’s the only solid thing in your hazy world.

Your bodies bled into one as he kissed you, picking you up just to set you down on the dining table. As much as he wanted to be gentle with you, you were the one that kept devouring farther and rougher in his mouth, turning the kiss sloppy and barricading your hearing with heavy breathing. You’ve been wanting this ever since he stepped foot into your office that day. To feel his ravenous, depraved sexual energy coursing in your veins and setting your ribs on fire. Your wild ecstasy was fulfilling you so incredibly, an insatiable hunger and frenzy growing right at its peak that it greeds for more…!

“Fuck— wait, baby,” Geto breathed out in between kisses, still astounded from how energetic and horny you were despite working a 10 hour shift. “You still haven’t told me about work… What happened? Why are you so worked up tonight, hm?”

“I’ll tell you later,” you purred in his ear, realizing just how good you were at improvising and playing along. “Right now I just want you, Suguru… I want you right here on this table.”

“You didn’t have to tell me twice. I’ll fuck you until the legs of this table breaks.”

Arousal has never felt this intense; maybe you were much more wild and ravenous than Geto deep down. Like an animal driven by nothing more than the primal need to claim him as your own. He could feel how wet and hot you were for him just by lightly brushing his fingertips on your panties, seeing you squirm and grind your hips against him just for friction. Your body’s reaction and your desperation were so adorable to him it made his cock stir in his pants. Perhaps this was the only way to make him stop overthinking about the small stuff and get over it.

Suguru lowered himself down as he pushed your panties to the side. “I’ll eat this pretty pussy out from the back and then fuck you like I always do…”

You could feel him licking the glistening juices off your skin, savoring the taste and the delicate scent that drove him fucking insane. He proceeded to push a finger inside you, so slick and wet for him, emitting whimpers and moans out of your mouth. He adored hearing you make such filthy noises that reverberate off the walls. And he loved whenever you bucked against his face as his fingers curled inside you, hitting the spot and sucking on your clit that he knows drives his wife insane. He would never go on without eating her pussy; not just for her pleasure, but his pleasure as well.

He was also a man that kept his promises; several moments later your head was pinned down on the table as he fucked you so viciously on the table that you were on your tip toes. Shameless moans soaking into the air, his thrusts so rough that the table moved inch by inch on the floor it started creaking. You could finally feel it; you could taste it, you could down it like a drug, you enthralled in his sexual energy… An ecstatic feeling blooming like knots in your stomach and acquainting many unfamiliar parts of you that you never knew were there. Nearly knocked out of air, your vision becomes hazy as he fucks you through your orgasm, past the point where you're crying two octaves higher than you're used to.

Geto has never seen his wife come so hard like that. As if he finally awakened her inner whore, overtaking the pleasure instead of surrendering to it just to soothe her. Oh, she wanted more. She wanted to make it hurt. Make her lose her mind. It made his cock throb when he could see how greedy you really were, how you were so writhed with lust and addicted to the drunken-like feeling when you orgasm all over his cock. As much as he wanted to be the gentle dom he always was to his wife, something about tonight and the exchange of energy in the kitchen made him wild. He was hungry. He was ravenous…

I’ve never felt this way before, he thought to himself. As if my wife bewitched me or something…

If only the poor man knew. Because for the next few days and nights at the Suguru residence, things started feeling different.

Specifically with his wife.

Sure, your sex life together has improved ever since the sex therapy sessions with Doctor Y/N. He was able to indulge in some of his fantasies, including his wife’s. But sometimes it would get out of control; less intimate, less emotional, and more of a way to “get each other off” kinda thing. It wasn’t sex or making love… It was just fucking. He wanted this to be a balance between the passion and roughness. But it was leaning too far into roughness...

Aside what’s been going on in the bedroom, he started taking note of all the small mannerisms and things you do again. Recounting the time of how you started falling asleep way later than him now. The time you reorganized your beauty products and stopped using majority of them, which is unusual because you were obsessed with those specific makeup brands. Even your style and fashion taste is a tad bit different now, especially when you’re off to work— A little more provocative, he would describe. And the fact that you were suddenly all spiritual and astrological, which is extremely odd since that’s one of Geto’s expertise and his wife was unfamiliar with it.

You were never this… bold or outgoing. Out and about in public, you’d be so engaging, eloquent, and confident; the traits of an independent, feminine woman. It may be astonishing to see you’re out of your comfort zone, but seeing this behavior come out of nowhere rather than gradually made him overthink. It was like a light switch where the personality he fell in love with completely reformed itself in just a mere second. You don’t even drink that much either, until, Geto came home one night to you drinking tequila. He knew that too much would make his wife throw up, but taking it away from you suddenly stirred up an argument.

“The Hell’s wrong with you? Why are you acting so weird, lately?” he chided.

“What do you mean I’m being weird? I’m your wife, for fuck’s sake. This is how I normally am!”

“You know that your alcohol tolerance is low with tequila. Give it to me. You’re drunk!”

Your body temperature is even different when you’re cuddling together that it concerned him. And the fragrance you wear that he was so addicted to began to change as well. It was unsettling to even think of or witness, but then again, he kept constantly gaslighting himself that you’re really his wife. Physically the same, like her eyes, hair, face, body, and all... Nothing really changed about your appearance except for the new hairstyles you do and the attires you wear now. You stuck with your regular routine and schedule, knew how everything in the house works, remembered important dates, car payments and all that… There wasn’t anything out of order pertaining to physical matters.

But this gut feeling he endured four weeks ago when you came home on the 28th just couldn’t stop churning in him… There’s a fear that hides in a corner of his brain. Deeper than what he overthinks, like his intrusive thoughts.

No. Couldn’t be.

Why would I think such a thing about her?

He studied his wife again, who was napping right on his lap. Your face remained nonchalant and emotionless as you slept, which was also odd. Usually she would have her lips slightly perched apart as she’s deep in slumber, softly breathing. Sound asleep just like a baby that makes him want to plant kisses all over her precious face. But now you look like you don’t want to be bothered or woken up.

Then he found himself staring at the photos hung on the wall. Their wedding pictures, their anniversaries, vacations, and family gatherings all made him oddly nostalgic, like he’s never going to experience these precious moments of time ever again. He kept staring at his wife on the photos; timid, shy, but undeniably adorable. He really brought the best out of her as she did for him as well. But why does it feel like the woman on the photos is not the same woman laying on his lap right now?

I can’t be having thoughts like this, he panicked. I don’t want to have thoughts like this.

That’s my wife. I married her.

Why would she be any different?

More time had passed, and Geto’s gut feeling kept scorching in him like an endless flame. Because it wasn’t just this bottomless pit of anxiety swirling in his stomach. An irrational fear, fairly similar to paranoia and anxiety, like something or someone is watching him. Keeping him close by. Prompting him to keep looking back over his shoulder, or feel his skin crawl during the nights he struggles to fall asleep over this bullshit.

There were some unsettling nights with his wife. As if her presence, her aura, everything about her energy resonated to him as… caution. Eerie, abnormal, grim. When he first met his wife, she was a sweetheart, a delicate woman; the moment she steps into the room, his body would blossom with unending ecstasy and rapture. He was smitten, madly in love. It made him want to protect her, to hold her all day, to devote himself to her forever… But now he feels the need to shield himself, to keep some distance away from her, and try not to “provoke” her like she’s a deadly predator that’s keeping her prey hostage, ready to strike at any minute. And even though he tried communicating to her about what he feels, it was straight to rough make-up sex. But her strange, erratic behavior still never changes…

Give me a sign, universe, if my gut feeling about my wife is correct…

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There really was no other way.

It’s a sad reality that people can just change in a snap of a finger. Watching the people that you sincerely care for and love the most just become a whole different person is gut-wrenching and agonizing to bare. Geto couldn’t handle this. He couldn’t understand how this all happened, completely changing the course of the beautiful future him and his wife planned together.

It was impossible to put his finger on. Was his wife really putting on a facade this whole time around him? No. He never questioned anything about her until now and it freaked him out. Seeing her change and act like a whole other person in over a span of a few weeks was just impractical. But at the same time, he couldn’t keep lying to himself anymore.

He had his bags ready with everything he needed just to get away for a couple of days. There was obviously that lingering regret that he might be making the wrong choice. But he was a man that always trusted his gut; never has he ever endured this feeling of every nerve of his body being on high alert. Frozen, tangled in a heap of himself. But because his body had failed him, his mind bears the weight. Like speeding through every option, every possible source of control.

Once you left to go buy food, he was ready to go. Driving far away to the finished lakehouse which is one of the properties he owns, but never took his wife yet since it was under construction for a few months. Never looking back, trying so hard not to dwell on his emotions. His wife’s attitude, behavior, actions… everything was all elusive to him. The way it invaded his mind was the sign all along— a warning, rather. And then there’s this paralyzing belief that led him to his intrusive thoughts, like an insane theory that she is someone else, someone new living in her skin, taking over her body…

My wife is gone. Someone killed her.

That was the mindset he forced himself to conjecture. The drive was two and a half hours, and even though he believed that he left everything behind with no trace, there was that same symphony of paranoia causing a cacophony in his mind. That dreadful feeling of being followed or watched when he leasts expects it. The sinking feeling of making the wrong choice and it was all in his head. His anxiety would even skyrocket if a black Audi, the car his “wife” drives, started following him for more than five minutes.

She’s gone. She’s not coming back.

When he finally made it to the lake house, he was absolutely lost. He’s never felt this alone without the love of his life. He knew that his life, his body, his soul would be devoid without her, and it felt as if he had been grieving, still in denial about what happened. He just couldn’t let her go, but then again… that’s not the same woman he met four years ago.

She’s not going to find you here, he promised himself. Stop being paranoid now. It’s over. She’s gone.

The sunset radiated a soft glow right through the wide windows, feeling his body soothe from all that nausea-induced anxiety and paranoia. Reconnecting with nature; that was exactly what he needed the most. Reveling in the crisp breeze and the lingering scent of pine trees, Autumn was the season that he associated his wife with. Consuming everything pumpkin flavored, raking the orange and yellow leaves littering their yard, being able to wear her favorite sweaters again…

Stop reminding yourself of her. She’s dead.

As he was meditating and alleviating himself with tea the past few minutes, it was already nightfall. The stars were sloshing behind moldy gray clouds. The moon was a waning gibbous, shyly peaking from the shadows with one of its symmetrical sides. He needed to relish in this beautiful moment of tranquility and let himself go from reality.

But it wasn’t until the loud caw of a crow from nearby startled him, perched right on the balcony’s railing just to stare into his eyes. Too enervated from the situation, he ignored it and just went back inside, locking all the doors and windows and closing the blinds. So much pain weighing down on his heart to bear, clinging to his skin like static and stalking him like his own shadow. He was tired. He wanted to sleep. He needed all the time in the world to be alone.

But those damn crows outside the house wouldn’t shut up. He can hear them swarming in groups through trees, followed by the cool winds rustling the leaves. The sounds of nature began to exasperate him along with the ticking of the clock in his room, preventing him from drifting off to sleep. It made his stomach twist and ache again, thinking that the outdoor noises were something else in a remote location like this. Animals? Intruders…?

His heart dropped down into his stomach again. Distressed and unsettled, like anticipating trauma, it was back to the point he had to keep looking over his shoulders, wary as ever. He didn’t know if this was real or a nightmare. With every tick of the clock his stomach falls sick, causing his heart vessel to stretch, pump, and rush to survive.

He’s never known the true feeling of terror in all his life. Psychological torment, anguish, a fight-or-flight moment… He holds his breath as he slipped off the bed and saunters warily downstairs to the kitchen and slipped out the largest knife from the wooden knife holder. He can sense that someone’s here already, feel the presence of some being closing in on his ears and neck. After all the shit he endured the past couple weeks, he let his underlying aggravation seep instead of his paranoia, cluthing the handle of the knife tighter. He was ready to strike at any minute, at any second he sees or feels something unusual in the house.

He checked the front door. Still locked. Everything downstairs remained the same as it was when he arrived, nothing out of place or unusual. It was dark outside, but the moonshine was luminous enough to gleam through the blinds. The sounds of nature became prolonged-silence, the tension so thick it was impossible to slice through. He decided to head back upstairs, still wielding the knife in his hand. If everything was really fine, and there were no signs of breakage or intruders rummaging in any areas of the house… how the Hell was his “wife” sitting so gracefully on his bed, the moment he turned on the lights?

His heart raced like wildfire after seeing you, pounding loudly in his ears. He could feel his own blood being forced through his veins with every loud thump from such unimaginable, staggering fear. You slant your head at him with a small smirk, dressed in a pink silk robe with nothing underneath. Your hands propped beside you, arching your back and folding your legs to show your skin underneath. He remembers his wife wearing that silk robe when they were on honeymoon, which adorned her figure so beautifully… But nothing about this was beautiful or even an attempt to seduce him— he had tempered rage. Fear. Bewilderment. Anger. Frustration. You see it all like a flint behind his eyes, a surging storm taking over.

“Is that how you greet your wife? Holding a knife in your hand like that?” you coaxed, slanting your head at him with a cocky smile it pissed him off.

“You are not my wife,” Geto spat out, pointing the knife at your expressionless self. He cautiously ambles closer towards the bed, feeling his heart beat erratically. “Who are you!?”

The question made her stifle her laugh. She stood up from the bed and Geto backed up, clutching tightly on the knife’s handle he could feel his palms become clammy.

“I’m your wife, Suguru. I’ve always been your wife. We’ve known each other ever since Satoru introduced you to me—“

“You’re not!” he chastised. “You’re not… my—“

“Oh, but I am. You married me in November last year in Thailand. And we had our honeymoon in Malaysia. Remember when I wore this for you?”

Geto’s nose flared as he held back tears, feeling his throat ache as if he was being choked by barbed wire. “Stop. Just— just fucking tell me who you are. I know that you’re not her. Stop fucking lying to me. You’re not the same!”

“And if I wasn’t?” she piqued. “Imagine how terrifying that would be if I really wasn’t your wife all along. Now put the knife down.”

His jaw clenched harder, glaring down at you.“That won’t be happening. I know witchcraft when I see it— what the fuck did you do to her!?”

“You’re fucking insane.” You deadpanned at him as if he offended you, your gesture switching from tender and endearing to menacing, like you were ready to strike him on sight. It made his heart leap.

“Don’t you want a wife who’s not so fragile? Not so delicate and shy and… timid? Knows how to defend herself, knows how to act like an independent woman?” You ambled much closer and Geto was rendered frozen, flinching slightly when you whispered in his ear, “A wife who can fulfill all those dirty fantasies of yours and keep our sex life healthy?”

“She’s not— I don’t need—“

“Yes. You do. I can’t imagine myself living in your shadow all the time. That was our tiny, little flaw in our marriage. Acting as if I don’t have a mind of my own and can’t make smart decisions for myself. Now, you��” your tone falls sharper, channeling up your frustration to roughly push him against the wall so abruptly that the knife slipped from his hands. “What you did tonight, Suguru… Running away from me before our wedding anniversary, leaving our wedding ring on the table, abandoning me as if I was nothing to you… makes me think you’re ungrateful for everything I’ve done. For you, for us, for our marriage.”

Geto felt an uncontrollable ache scorching in his body from this foreign feeling of despair and hopelessness— once again, terror had struck him. The way his body and mind reacts is something he never experienced in his life until now, until the last few weeks, until his “wife” ruined his life…

“No, that was— Please—“ he stammered, gasping when your hand clutches around his throat and roughly pinning him against the wall.

“Don’t make me hurt you, Suguru,” you chided breathlessly. “Our marriage was supposed to be perfect! I did everything I could to fix myself as a wife. And because you didn’t like it, you ruined everything.”

He struggled fighting your suffocating grasp, trying to speak but some words got caught in his throat. When he first heard the phrase, “a woman is no man’s peace,” he hardly believed that would be the case with his wife until tonight.

“I’m— I’m so— sorry—“

When you let go of his throat so abruptly, he fell to his knees, gasping and coughing heavily as he was trying to catch his breath. Never has he ever thought of putting his hands on his wife. Never has he seen it coming from her that she would be the first to hurt him, to put her hands on him. It made him frazzled, penting up all the pain and ache that will never go away. He stared at the floor, swimming in regret and fear until he found the knife sitting under the bed.

“I— I made a mistake,” he breathed out, gazing up at you on his knees as he slowly inched near his bed. “I’m sorry. I was scared. It’s a pathetic, coward excuse of a husband like me. But we can go home, we’ll— we’ll pretend this night never happened. I won’t tell anyone— Please, love. Let’s just go home…”

You slanted your head again and scoffed. “Won’t tell anyone?”

Who is there even to tell?

“If you just want me… for my money or for sex,” he grunted, “It’s fine, I— I just really wanna go home and… be there for you. Fix our marriage together. Live our life together until we die. I’ll even give you my kids.”

“Kids?”

High on adrenaline, Geto grabbed the knife and sliced it through her leg with a grunt, emitting an agonizing shriek from you. As you wailed in pain and screamed at him furiously, he scrambled on his feet and ran as fast as he could downstairs and out the door. Cursing at himself for not grabbing the car keys, his body was still high on alert and adrenaline, urging him to run towards the dark woods where he could hide temporarily until she’s out the house. It was a dangerous, stupid situation he put himself into— but at least he knew some of the neighbors nearby where he could get help. All he had to do was run and never look back, just how he did before.

As he was making his way through the woods, panting heavily and constantly looking back at his shoulders, he tripped over something hard on the dirt and fell into a pit that was hidden behind bushes. Groaning in pain and trying to regain his stability, he tried analyzing where he had fallen, until, something macabre caught his eye.

Doctor Y/N. His sex therapist. Her dead, soulless body laying right in the pit he fell into.

He finally fathomed his true demise. His eyes widened in horror from this inescapable, indescribable terror burning his brain like acid. As if his heart wasn’t erratically thundering and pounding in his chest already, his pulse kept rapidly accelerating and accelerating until he felt like passing out. It took him awhile for this all to register, all to make sense in the nightmare he’s currently living. And for the first time in his life, he screamed bloody murder.

The crows cawing loudly within the trees blended with his scream. You were already caught up with him despite your injury, looking down at your old body and then at Geto who was in distress, which you found hilarious. Now you finally have him wrapped around your finger after understanding the situation— if only the desperate man had listened to you before.

“Oh, Suguru. Did you kill your therapist and bury her near your lakehouse?” you chuckled in amusement. “Try running from me again. If you do… I might as well tell the police that you killed Doctor Y/N…”

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inspired by the horror fic “dead ringer” by emphemeron, t0bemadeofglass, the lemonade poems by warsan shire, and slightly inspired by Multiverse of Madness.

#🕸️. 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen geto #jujutsu kaisen smut #geto x you #geto suguru smut #geto smut #tw witchcraft #tw yandere #tw homewrecking #tw body possession #tw horror

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moments in june: l. hughes 

blurb: moments in june, falling in love and getting put back together by luke.  / word count: 1.5k / pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader / tw: mentions of anxiety and panic attacks; depression.

“It’s June after all & you’re young until September.” (Ocean Vuong, Because It’s Summer)

You sat up on the boat seat as Luke laid in your lap, his head held in the juncture of your thigh and his nose sunburnt. He was sweaty and smelled like lake water, but you let him be; these were the moments you had waited the entire year for— the days that you had spent cooped up trying to get perfect grades and do everything you could, all to have the summer to yourselves. To hold the boy you loved in your arms as he snoozed on you, while you ran your fingers through his short, choppy curls, and outlined the bridge of his nose, ghosting the tips of your fingers over his cheekbones, his beauty marks, and then the tip of his ears.  

You were in love with him, that much you knew. The boy who you had spent the day jumping in the water with, the one who had dedicated most of his afternoon to showing you how to wakeboard, and who ensured you were taken care of. Who applied your sunscreen religiously but forgot to do his own, who held your hand as you got on and off the boat, and who made sure you were living in the moment, taking your head out of the past and your anxieties, and held you— even if you were the one doing the holding right now. 

Looking down at Luke, his eyes closed and the beginnings of sun freckles showing up next to the smattering of beauty marks on his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose, you admired him— your beautiful boy who had such a big heart; who had spent his season commuting from New Jersey to Michigan, but who still made time for you; who showed you how much you meant to him though phone calls in between practices and all-nighters, who made sure you ate in between your packed school and work schedules, and who, (on more than one occasion,) had simply showed up at your door for the weekend, or if he had a few days off. Simply to make sure you were doing okay, and to assure you that you were a priority for him.

As if he could tell that the cogs in your brain were whirring at high speed, his eyes opened, and he gazed up at you. “Sweetheart?” he said quietly, not trying to simply shake you out of it, but bring you back to him. 

“Hmm?” you said back, now looking at him. You continued the track of your fingers, now pushing the frizz of his curls back from his forehead as you smiled down at him. 

“Everything okay?” he asked, and as you looked down at him again, you realized that it was. That for the months of June until September, when the days were hot and the nights cool, you would be okay; you had your boy until September, but it would be okay. You and Luke would be okay. 

“Always, baby.” 

“It was the month of June when her eyes opened, softly as the flower opens its petals, gently as the dawning of the day” (Amrita Pritam, Krishna Gorowara, The Annunciation)

It was nearing 4AM when it began— when you were rushed out of your shared bed with Luke as wave after wave of anxiety and dread washed over you, a feeling that you were all too familiar with, but that still cut you deep every time. This pit of dread, however, was almost self-punishing for you, a montage of every single thing you had pushed down over the past semester you spent studying and working, trying to maintain your perfect grades, and seemingly trying to be everything that everyone around you needed. You had pushed down these thoughts and anxieties, pushing them away to be dealt with later, and it felt as if that time had come— the feeling of drowning in your own head, in your own debilitating need for perfection, and your own perception of how you didn’t seem to be able to match up to it either way. 

You tried to be as quiet as you could as you untangle yourself from Luke’s arm, which was wrapped around your waist, and made your way down the stairs and outside onto the porch, where you could feel the weight of the June air; a reprieve from the seemingly claustrophobic thoughts running through your head. You tried to breathe as you sat down on the deck stairs, hugging your knees to your chest as you tried trampling the thoughts down— the throwaway comments you would overhear when people thought you couldn’t hear them of being too much or too needy, of the imprints of fear that failure had left tattooed in your brain, and of the all-consuming thoughts that ate up your insides until you were a husk of the person you once were. 

You tried not to get like this often; you tried to let yourself relax and bring you out of this anxiety-induced stupor before you could get to the point in which you were now— dry heaving, coughing, and overall in the midst of a full blown panic attack, where an endless play-by-play of your worst moments were on repeat in your head, encapsulating you in your worst nightmares. 

You felt like you couldn’t breathe; your chest was caving in, and as you continued to dry heave into the grass below you, now on your hands and knees, you felt yourself be picked up by your waist, arms grabbing you by your midsection and pulling you up to a standing position— forcing you to take a breath as the arms moved from your waist to instead cover your ears, blocking out your own breathing, and bringing your face to meet a worn-out and fresh-out-of-bed Luke, his curls entirely sleep tussled, and his eyes wide, trying to get you to meet his gaze and he search your face for some root of the problem— to try and mend whatever pain you were experiencing. 

When he couldn’t find the source, however, he pushed his hand against your forehead, which was now warm and felt like a thousand degrees with the toll your anxiety had taken on you, and he released you almost immediately, instead opting to pull your arms away from your face, seeing you in all of your tear-streaked glory, and pulling of your sweatshirt— well, his sweatshirt, the Michigian logo printed on your chest, the garment falling all the way to your upper thigh —off of your frame. You could feel the rush of cool air surrounding you, pulling you out of your state bit by bit before you were able to make out more of your surroundings— the arms that now held your upper forearms, crading you against a soft and solid chest, the smell of Luke’s cologne that had bled in to his sheets, the feel of the grass underneath your feet and the wood paneling of the front porch digging into your heels, and the sound of Luke mumbling away, trying to make sure you were okay— that you weren’t hurt, and that you were coming back to him, and out of the headspace you had been thrusted into by your own mind. 

“Baby, come back to me, hmm pretty girl?” he whispered, now cradling your head against his chest. He was pushing your hair behind your ears in a repeated motion, trying to offer you some of the physical content he knew you needed when you got like this— a reminder that he was real, that he was physically with you. 

“Come on, honey, I’m right here Y/N. Breathe honey— you’re alright baby, nothing’s going to happen to you,” he kept on, still standing and holding you. When he felt the sobs recede and your breathing match his, he pushed himself a bit away, once again holding you by your upper arms and looking down at you. 

“Look at me baby, please,” he whispered, a siren call to you in your current state. You felt the waves of anxiety recede as you were brought back into yourself— as the smell of Luke surrounded you, as his touch brought you back into reality, and as his voice soothed you the way a calming balm would have; he was here, he was present, and he wasn’t going anywhere— a mantra you repeat to yourself as you gathered up the open your eyes, and finally meet his. 

The minute your eyes met his, the ball of anxiety and dread that had been so pent up seemingly unraveled inside of you, leaving in its wake the after-effects of such emotions— the soul crushing exhaustion, the tiredness that caused your eyes and face feel like they weight a million pounds, and the need for physical contact from the boy in front of you.

Your eyes were open, which was what mattered. You were breathing, which was what mattered. And, despite the fears and lies that your brain had been trying to feed you, it was still June— it was still June, and you were still with Luke, and you were okay. You were okay, you were safe, and it was still June.

#luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #new jersey devils #nhl imagine #nj devils #nhl blurb

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Unconventional Flowers Event - March Bonus

Dahlias for Holi ft. Nanami

A/N: March bonus prompt for my Unconventional Flowers Event. I honestly was hoping for a very unique holiday and this got my attention in all the right ways. Requested by @sitarawrites. For more information on the Festival of Colors, visit Wikipedia.

Rating: E, fluffy

Pairing: Nanami x reader (Desi reader implied)

Word Count: 971

People had been skeptical of your marriage to Nanami, wondering how you would ever blend your rich, individual backgrounds. For the two of you, it just meant more cultural holidays to celebrate together, and spoiling each other with a wider variety of food and sweets accompanying each one. You knew he’d adapt well, he’s proven that when you were dating, even though Indian festivals tended to be crowded and loud. 

And you loved him for the way he kept up the rules that fell on your festival days. Vegetarian food only, and though he didn’t need to, he sat in the back while you offered your prayers, his hair damp because it was customary to always have your hair washed on festival days. The first piece of prasad which you offered to him with love after all the prayers and poojas were done, broken in half as he feeds it to you as well. It was bliss.

But the one festival Nanami refused to participate in was Holi. He had no qualms against the day in general, but rather, the way it was celebrated, by throwing colored water and powder onto others to celebrate the triumph of good over evil. You’d pouted because Holi also celebrated the love between Lord Krishna and his eternal love Radha, the most well-known romantic story in all of Hindu mythology. Not that he hadn’t given it a fair try. You’d told him to wear something old and casual but the man simply didn’t own anything that fell under those categories. He spluttered along gingerly at the fairgrounds while everyone played, his hair weighed down in his eyes by dyed water in shades of shocking pink, electric yellow, and robin’s egg blue. 

He hated the wetness, the noise, and the fact that the dyes used in the water and powder didn’t rub off for days (seriously, what was in that stuff?). After his first one which had occurred back when you were both initially dating, he’d politely told you he would not be participating in the ones to come as he tried to rub off the darkening pink that had stained his face, neck, and ears. The color had only taken in more on his pale skin, making him look like he had a bad sunburn, something that Gojo and Yuji had been quick to point out while teasing him to no end. 

So it became the rule that he would sit with you during the morning for prayers, and you went with your family and friends to the fairgrounds to celebrate the rest of the day by throwing color at each other. The first Holi after you got married though, you felt a small twinge of sadness that your husband would be absent for this affair but you hid it, pressing a kiss to his cheek before leaving.

When you arrive home, Nanami has laid down a towel trail from the door into the bathroom so that the color wouldn’t drip onto the carpet. You can’t help but appreciate his foresight on this; you loved Holi, but you certainly didn’t want to ruin the carpet. Under the hot spray, you let yourself wash off the colors that stuck to your body, watching them swirl into each other as they went down the drain. Honestly, it was only the pink that actually stuck, the rest of the colors washing off easily.  You step out, clean and fresh, and pad into the bedroom, to find Nanami sitting patiently on the bed with a cotton bag in his hands.

“Hey,” you say softly, tired from all the running around at the fairground and now the heat of the shower.

“Hey yourself.” He pats the space next to him. You oblige and sit next to him, the bed feeling soft and comforting after a long, energetic day.

“Did you have fun?” he gently rubs the top of your ear, now pink like a flamingo.

“Yeah. Missed you though.” You lace your fingers with his. 

“I know. Your face said it all when you left.” He kisses your hair, now washed and dried, smelling fragrant. “I’m sorry it disappoints you so much. But I just can’t find a way to enjoy playing Holi.”

You turn to kiss his jaw. “It’s not like you didn’t try. And you were miserable the whole time. It’s ok. It’s just one festival.”

“True. But. Maybe you and I can play Holi in a different way? One that involves colors but none of the mess?”

You look at him curiously, wondering what he had in mind before he hands you the bag he was holding. You peek into it and see that it’s filled to the brim with dahlias, your favorite flower. 

“Lay back.” You do as instructed, scooting up towards the pillows. Nanami dips his hand into the bag, picking up a pink flower. 

“Pink, to symbolize kindness and beauty.” He begins to lay all the pink flowers from the bag across your body shoulder to shoulder, like a devotee worshiping a goddess, and the act causes a rush of love to zoom through you.  

“Yellow, for cheer.” He places these across your chest and you hold still, not daring to move lest they fall off. 

“Orange, for celebrations and goodness.” These go across your stomach which is now jittery like there are a million butterflies in it. 

“Purple for respect and devotion.” The blooms are placed delicately along your legs and you feel giddy from the romance of it all. 

You lay there, colors all over your body, which was the whole point of Holi in the first place. Nanami carefully makes his way back up to your face, giving you a tender kiss on the lips, his eyes full of love.

“Happy Holi y/n. I hope this makes up for it.” 

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[allari-ammayi]

Butta Bomma

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

A. Bahubali x Reader x B. Deva

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬➜

When bookworm Y/n reluctantly succumbs to her friends' movie night and watches "Bahubali," she discovers a newfound empathy for the much-despised Bhallaladeva, igniting an unexpected connection between their souls. Following the loss of her grandmother, Y/n inherits a mysterious red amulet that transports her to an unimaginable world. Her assigned mission: to alter the destinies of her beloved character. In the heart of Mahismati, Y/n's undercover adventures bring her closer to the royal brothers, determined to reshape their fates for the better. As bonds deepen, romance blooms and Y/n faces a dilemma: will their feelings jeopardize her mission? Will it even matter in the end?

𝐓.𝐖➜

This story contains themes of death and bereavement, violence, toxic relationships, emotional turmoil, travelling worlds, ¿isekai?, romantic conflicts, identity crisis, moral dilemmas, possible sexual content in later chapters, themes of betrayal, political intrigue, power struggles, intense emotional situations, and complex moral decisions, exploration of familial and romantic relationships, warfare, injury, and graphic violence. Let me know if I missed any!

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟏

𝐏𝐫𝐞-𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞➜

The Interesting Perspective

The New World

The Angel Lady

The Harsh Interrogation

The Monkey Woman

The Snarky Prince

The Etiquette Lessons

The Language Barrier

The Political Genius

The Culinary Adventurer

The Mahismati Festival

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟐

𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ⌗𝟏➜

The Scripted Starting

The Dancing Beauty

The Affectionate Prince

The Gruesome Battle

The Vitory Horror

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟑

𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ⌗𝟐➜

The Dangerous Thoughts

The Kuntala Quest

The Royal Gardens

The Deciding Day

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟒

𝐁𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞➜

The Kuntala Journey

The Charming Princess

The Kuntala Palace

The Dreamer Boy

The Hunting Party

The Krishna Pooja

The Marriage Proposal

The Silent Attack

The Lady’s Choice

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜

The Rejoiced Couple

The Wedding Night

The Jealous Banishment

The Back-Stabber

The Final Sob

The Honoured Dead

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜

The Stubborn Prince

The Jealous Husband

The Painful Coronation

The Run-Away Wife

The Reunited Lovers

The Old Beginnings

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟓

𝐁𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚'𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞➜

The Library Roaming

The Compensating Gifts

The Hidden Portrait

The Risky Plan

The Portrait Showing

The Insistent Girl

The False Confession

The Impulsive Promise

The King’s Confession

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜

The Defeated King

The Heart Problems

The Exiled Duo

The Discontent Girl

The Confidential News

The Sweet Embrace

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜

The Impressive Queen

The Romantic King

The Revealed Secret

The Destroyed Amulet

The Two-Faced Liar

The Tragic End

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𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞➜

This story contains elements of fantasy, adventure, and emotional depth, but be aware of potential triggers, including violence, grief, and complex relationships. Reader discretion is advised.

Does anyone want an OC version if they're not interested in y/n?

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[ramayantika]

Braj ki Holi (Ch-5)

//Ch-4// //Masterlist//

The next morning Dau decided to take all of us to Vishram ghat in Mathura. Our train was in the evening at around 7pm and Mathura was barely half an hour away so we agreed to visit a few more temples and ghats. 

All the girls decided to wear ethnic today, and I was glad that I had packed some nice ones to wear. My mother had packed a maroon chikankari kurti for me and lent me a beautiful pair of silver jhumke from her collection. She had also asked me to send her photographs in this dress. 

"Yaar koi dori bandh do mera mera bhagya kahan hai ki koyi cute sa ladka bandh de mere liye," I heard Bhumi who was trying to tie the threads of her backless kurti in front of the mirror. 

Subhadra laughed and helped my sister to tie those threads while commenting, "Arey didi itna rona nahi lago kya pata koi ladka aaj mil jaye?" Radhika who was combing her hair joined in too, saying, "Ekdum apsara jaisi sundarta leki padhari hai humari Bhumi ladkon ka dil phisla degi."

Bhumi giggled and applied perfume to her arms and then looked at herself in the mirror. "Tumhe koi haq nahi banta ki tum itni khubsurat lago. Not fair!"

I facepalmed and pulled her away from the mirror. "Okay Bhumi ji, now let others use the mirror too. Hume bhi khubsurat lagna hai."

Bhumi sat on the bed and began scrolling on her phone. Radhika was braiding her hair while Subhadra was playing with the beads on her beaded kurti. I applied a thick stroke of my kajal on my eyes and after feeling satisfied with the length and thickness of the kohl, I announced, "Okay, I am done. All ready."

"Whoa!" All the girls exclaimed. "Your eyes look stunning in kajal. You should wear it often," Subhadra commented. "Kanha bhaiya would get lost in your eyes for sure." This earned her a smack on her shoulder from Radhika. 

Radhika walked over to me and moved her fingers in a circle around my face. "Like those typical indian tv serial vali mummy, tujhe kisiki nazar na lage."

"Jaa meri Bhaishmi jaa ab inn aakhon se aankhon ki gustakhiyan khel."

Adjusting my dupatta over my shoulder, I rolled my eyes at Bhumi who shrugged her shoulders and pushed me outside the room, making me collide with someone. 

"Bhumi, what are you…" Thank you Bhumi! "I am so sorry Krishna, Bhumi pushed me and I had no idea that you would be walking here."

Subhadra's words indeed came true and I was struck with the realization that Krishna was holding me by my shoulders, his face leaning a little dangerously close to mine in front of everyone. 

"Not in front of my lipstick, you two!" Radhika's words brought Krishna out of my kohl lined eyes.

I took a step back and adjusted my dupatta again, a brilliant way to hide my blushy face. 

"Uh.. No I- not that, we won't… God, Bhaishmi, your eyes look angelic in kajal. Had you walked over to my seat on the train with kajal in your eyes, I would have proposed to you there itself." 

Radhika, Subhadra and Bhumi smirked. My devious sister pretended to clear her throat and motioned the others to walk with her. "Generous of us to offer you guys some privacy. Bhaishmi, I need details."

"Ghanta details." I looked at Krishna who was back to smiling amusedly at me. "Chalo sab mandir."

****

It was 2.30pm and all of us decided to have lunch and visit the Vishram ghat after which we would head back to kaki's house and leave for the train station. 

The ghat was usually crowded in the evening where tourists as well as locals gathered together to witness the yamuna aarti. Sadly, we couldn't stay that long to see the aarti, so we decided to enjoy the sight of the river and take a look at the various shrines built on the ghat. 

The ghat looked quite empty in the afternoon. We could see some of the priests and a few devotees here and there. The boats were aligned together on the river and tied to one of the posts. 

"There's our Vrindavan," Radhika pointed towards a distant mass of hills and trees visible from the ghat. 

I saw Ranvit staring at that location for a long time. He then said, "I love how Vrindavan and Mathura have still kept their history and culture together while moving forward with time. Here are various ghats and temples constructed by so many saints and kings in history; so many folklores and tales connected to each and every corner of every street. Even though we live in the twenty-first century, a part of the old times still resides here. Call me crazy, but I can still feel that maybe once we turn a corner, a portal will open and we all will be with Krishna and his sakhas." He paused and sighed, "This holiday will be the most memorable holiday in my life."

Arjun then spoke up. "This was my first time in Vrindavan too, and I feel blessed to come here. Somehow connecting to our roots grants a different sense of happiness. I don't think I have the right words to describe what I feel, but I feel that this place has changed something in me."

Arjun was right. This place, this little vacation did change something inside me too. I met some amazing people and bonded with them; celebrated a festival together and created so many lovely memories that I will look back on in the future. 

Heck, I feel like Naina from Yeh Jawani Hai Deewani as I write this. Now in the movie, Bunny and Naina got together, but does this story have the same ending? 

Subhadra gave a side hug to Bhumi. "You all don't make me cry, okay. Bhumi, Bhaishmi and Ranvit… I am going to miss you all so much. Be in touch or I will spam all your inboxes."

I saw Radhika looking at Krishna, their eyes having a silent conversation on their own. Her hand gently patted his shoulder. 

"I agree with my little sister. I never expected to have such a wonderful Holi celebration. All of this feels straight out of a book or a movie you know but I am glad I met you guys," Dau said. 

"Are we going to stay here the entire time? We need to head back and drop them off at the station too."

Thanks for reminding me Krishna about that! 

The journey back to kaki's house was no longer filled with us talking about how special this trip was or if we were going to miss each other or not. Radhika and Krishna had decided to cheer up everyone with a playful banter and soon we all were laughing until our stomachs ached. 

We reached kaki's house in an hour. Everyone rushed out of the car except me and Krishna. I wanted time to slow down by a few hours just to spend some more time with him, thus I walked excruciatingly slow while passing occasional glances at Krishna. 

"Okay, I am going to regret this if I don't do it now and let you go." This was the last thing I heard before Krishna pulled my wrist towards him and led me towards a secluded wall. 

Pressing his forehead against mine, he murmured, "Do you want this too? For the first and maybe the last time I think?"

"Do it, Krishna."

And at last, I was closer to his lips than his flute had ever been. Both of us let our yearning out for each other, not caring even once about the consequences. His lips were soft like rose petals and he kissed me as passionately as he played his flute. 

And we slowly moved away from each other after what seemed like eternity. We smiled at each other, and his arm moved around my waist, bringing me close to him. 

"You know the next time I look up at the stars, I will always be reminded of you, Krishna," I told him as I hugged him for one last time. 

His fingers played with my hair, delicately brushing them over my hair. "And why so?"

"The first time I saw you, it was your eyes that drew me in. They always shine with happiness and love for each and everything that exists in this world." Pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, I added, "And we have met like two stars too; coming close for a while and then moving away to our respective paths ahead."

I could feel him smile and his arms embraced me tighter. A very funny feeling arose in my chest. Warmth seeped inside my body, the more I stayed in Krishna's embrace. I felt the heaviness in my heart at the prospect of leaving this place and him, but there was peace and understanding too. I could feel my stomach do somersaults yet there was a calming effect too. 

Are there any specific words to describe this feeling? 

"Bhaishmi, where are you? Kaka and Kaki are calling." Thank you, Ranvit. I love you so freaking much! 

The warmth that had enveloped my being had escaped back to nature, as I felt Krishna move a step back from me. 

The end, isn't it? 

****

Bhumi was on the phone with my maasi who had once again taken up the role of cautioning sixteen year olds to not accept any food from strangers on the train. 

God, how would she react when we would tell her about our little adventure. Now, dear reader, it's obvious that we all lied to our parents that we were at the hotel and not with a group of teenagers

"Tum sab badme parivar ke sath aana bachon samjhe?" Yashodhara kaki wiped a lone tear with the end of her pallu. 

Nanda kaka was busy settling all our luggages near our seats. I saw him smile and shake his head at kaki but I could make out that he too felt a little sad with us leaving. Strange, how people take up spaces in other people's hearts when they have met only for a short amount of time? 

Bhumi was munching on those tasteless, saltless yellow Lays chips causing me and Ranvit to grimace. Dau was inside with kaka and Krishna was on the platform, standing silently. 

Radhika's gaze often switched between the two of us. Subhadra being the clever girl she is, cleverly asked everyone to get inside the train after sending Dau out to get some more snacks for us, leaving two people behind at the train compartment's gate. 

Reader, you must know who they are? 

"Goodness, my sister is far more clever than me," muttered Krishna. 

I looked at Subhadra's retreating figure as she walked to my seat. God, just a few days ago only we were on the train meeting each other the first time and now it was time to go back. Soon. This was ending too soon. 

I think when we leave a place we leave behind some part of ourselves there and carry bits of the places in us while leaving for the next destination. I was taking away some scenic sites, fun memories, amazing friends, beautiful flute tunes that would always find a way to enter my dreams and sweet memories of a very pretty boy. 

The train was to leave the station in ten minutes and Krishna and I weren't speaking a word. Our fingers would fiddle around each other, with our lips trying desperately to conceal the words of our hearts. 

But finally, Universe being the master conspirator, conspired against every bodily function and made me speak the sentence. 

"I am going to love you, Krishna."

His eyes met mine and he held my gaze for a very long time. His eyes that had lost their shine for a few moments back there on the platform were twinkling again just like my favourite stars adorning the night sky. 

Sometimes we don't need to have those forever kind of love stories. Love can be found in small moments of time too and maybe you may choose other things or some other person later in life, you are still going to house that love in your heart forever. I think people might not be forever, but love is. 

And I was going to nurse this beautiful plant of love forever. These four to five days with him were going to be some wonderful memories inside my heart. 

But indeed was it love? We only met for a few days. You can love people for the briefest of moments too. Love is a very mysterious but beautiful language of the Universe that connects your heartstrings to many people. Popularly, love might always mean romance and relationships, but one must never forget the love that exists in friends, amidst nature and quiet places that exist to tell you little secrets of life. 

I was going to love Subhadra, Dau, Arjun, Radhika, Kaka and Kaki too. I was going to love this blissful experience of Vrindavan and Mathura. There was love flowing in the breeze when Krishna and I talked by the Yamuna river. The stars that I saw with him on the terrace the night before and the darkness that welcomed my eyes after sleep embraced me as my head rested on his shoulders spoke of that love. 

This little bud of love had blossomed into a lotus inside me. And, Krishna understood everything that I have written here because… 

"I am going to love you too, Bhaishmi."

Kaka, Kaki, Dau, Subhadra and Radhika came back to the gate and stepped down on the platform one by one. Krishna was the last one to move down, but he did not leave my hand after giving me a very precious object. 

He left his peacock chain from his flute in my fingers. Those beautiful lips curled upwards for one last time and I committed his smile to my memory, and those starry eyes once again promised: I am going to love you, Bhaishmi. 

"Goodbye, Krishna."

"No. See you soon, Bhaishmi."

Kaki waved at us and I felt Ranvit's hand over my shoulder. I stood near the gate until the others on the platform were reduced to a dot in my vision until I could no longer see the platform, with Krishna's sweet voice ringing inside my ears. 

"See you soon…"

*****

Hello! It is 12.36am with machhar attacking me from all sides but I managed to write this fic nevertheless.

Wait wait wait I completed this fic??? I had started this out before my board exams maybe somewhere in April after I posted about a fic I had wrote somewhere half way about meeting Krishna on a train and some people told me to post it here. I changed a lot of things here though that what I had originally written before.

Also the last section of the fic, I would love to hear your thoughts about it. And worry not, we are going to have an epilogue. Picture abhi bhi bali hai mere dost!

Also, I would love to hear your thoughts about the ending. What were you expecting? Was it good or you wanted something else. Everything!

Anyway, I should go to sleep now. And god I am going to miss these characters. I hope you guys miss them too. Bhaishmi and everyone will always be here on this blog.

Okay so tagging people for one last time here for this fic:

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[itz-stus]

Helloo!! Namasteee!!! I wanted to request for Gojo x reader, a scenario where the reader is like a huge devotee and like has done like really hard worship and got like vardan from vishnu bhagwan (Like remember that cartoon roll no. 21). And like she has like a divine power. And like in general is like really playful and calm. You get what I mean. Like in her presence, there is like pureness and mischief. But she's like always believes in what the god tells her to do. Like to be righteous. Get what I mean. Like in a fight!! Hope you respond to thiss I would love to see your take in this!!!

Ohh my god!! It was soo soo much fun to write thank you for this request anon. So I wrote is as a mix of head cannons and scenarios like little parts of Satoru's life and let me know if you'd like a part two!

Masterlist

His Devotee Lover

"I am time, today I'll narrate the story of the devotee sorcerer and her beloved Gojo Satoru…I have seen everyone from her gift to her relationship with her friends…Her honesty and devotion…I have seen through it all…every incident unfolds before me. I am Gojo as well as Geto. I am the Shibuya battlefield…This story will last till I'm am and I…I am eternal…endless…"

You were a devoted devotee of Lord Vishnu from the beginning, worshiping him wholeheartedly. Your unwavering devotion brought happiness to Lord Vishnu, who granted you a divine boon—a mighty bow. With this divine gift, you embarked on a righteous path, using the bow to protect, uphold justice, and fulfill your spiritual journey. Grateful for Lord Vishnu's blessings, you vowed to serve him faithfully and follow his guidance with the utmost loyalty.

You joined Jujutsu Tech to protect people from curses and perform exorcisms for the greater good. Your classmates included Gojo, the strongest sorcerer; Geto, a curse user; and Shoko, a remarkable healer. You underwent training together, faced potent curses, and created deep bonds while executing your objective to ensure the well-being of humanity.

You and Satoru were close from the beginning of the year in your class.

Gojo Satoru entered your dorm room early in the morning, following the sound of jingling bells. He discovered you engaged in a serene pooja, offering prayers before a grand statue of Lord Vishnu. Captivated by the scene, Gojo silently admired your devotion, recognizing the power of faith and spirituality.

You turned around after finishing "Oh, I didn't realize you were here, Satoru-kun" You smiled calmly.

God, it was something about your smile. It was just so calming that it never failed to cause havoc in his stomach

"Here, have some" You gave him the Prashad, at this point he was pretty used to this.

"Thanks, Stuti"

Your technique enamored Gojo Satoru, falling even more for you. Your playful smile carried a sense of determination, adding to your allure. The elegance and divine grace with which you exorcised the curse left him in awe. Using your bow with a calm smile, you displayed a unique blend of strength and serenity.

When you'd play with the animals in the school, he would always sneak up on you to see your graceful smile.

You played the flute under a tree, surrounded by cats and dogs. Suddenly, someone poked your shoulder, and as you turned, you discovered Gojo hiding behind the tree. It became a playful game between you two. "Oh, look who it is, my dear Satoru-kun," you chuckled as he joined you, sitting beside you.

You two could talk for hours and never get bored with each other.

You always listened to his rambling and always showed an interest in his talks. It touched his heart how much you cared for everyone. Specifically for him, Geto, and Shoko.

Even though he was not a fan of mythology but he found it so fascinating when you told him stories of Lord Krishna, Lord Ram, and so on at night.

He loved it when you always tried out new sweets with him.

As Geto was preparing to leave, he decided to visit your dormitory. Upon entering, he noticed you diligently mending and sharpening your arrows. Intrigued, he approached you, causing you to look up from your task.

"Oh, Geto-kun, when did you arrive? I didn't even notice," you chuckled, pleasantly surprised by his presence. Putting aside your work, you offered to get him a glass of water as a gesture of hospitality.

"Don't worry about it. I just wanted to meet you," Geto responded, declining your offer and emphasizing his genuine intention.

Curiosity sparked within you as you realized the significance of his visit. "I see. Is there anything I can help you with?" you asked, attentively listening to his words?

Geto took a moment, contemplating the appropriate time to ask his request. Sensing the opportune moment, he paused and proceeded, "I was wondering if now would be the right time to make these two wishes."

Recalling the previous discussion about granting wishes, you nodded, acknowledging his intent. "Oh, yes, do you want to ask them now?"

With a determined gaze, Geto revealed his first wish, his voice unwavering. "My first wish is that you would always forgive me and anyone who works for me until they have committed 10,000 crimes. However, if the crimes are similar, they won't count."

His request struck a chord within you, causing your eyes to widen. A warm smile spread across your face as you responded, "Alright, and the second?"

Without hesitation, Geto proceeded with his second wish, his resolve unyielding. "The second wish is that you won't fight against me or anyone who works for me until those crimes are complete."

The weight of his wishes did not go unnoticed, yet you remained steadfast in your principles. Understanding the gravity of your promises, you replied, "Well, since you've asked them now, I promise that until the end of time, I will follow your two wishes."

Geto, aware of your unwavering determination and commitment to honoring your promises, recognized the advantage this granted him. He noted your pledge before departing from Jujutsu Tech, knowing that you would uphold your word.

Gojo Satoru, saddened by his friend's departure, couldn't sleep that night. The sound of a soft flute outside caught his attention. He found you playing the flute under the moonlight, offering solace and connection. This encounter became a source of strength, guiding him forward.

That night he just laid on your lap hearing your peaceful voice and flute lulling him to sleep.

When Gojo was going for the fight (the one where ijichi calls him in JJK 0), he came to your as he found you sleeping soundly. The sound of the door woke you up, "Are, Satoru-kun when did you get here? Is there something I can help you with?"

He just smiled and replied, "Just wanted to know if you were free"

"Well for you I always am so what is it?"

Gojo Satoru, seeking guidance and trust, approached you and asked you to be his charioteer. He expressed his desire for someone he could rely on to keep him grounded and prevent him from losing his way.

"But Satoru-kun, Mind that in this battle I won't pick any sort of weapons or use any techniques. It'll be all on you" She sternly said

#anime #anime x desi reader #desi reader #jjk x reader #jjk x desi!reader #gojo x reader fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo sensei #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #gojo angst #gojo imagine #jjk imagines #Geto #geto suguru

[krsnaradhika]

❛यत्र योगेश्वरः कृष्णो यत्र पार्थो धनुर्धरः।

तत्र श्रीर्विजयो भूतिर्ध्रुवा नीतिर्मतिर्मम।।❜

wherever is krishna, the lord of yoga; wherever is arjuna, the wielder of the bow; there is prosperity, victory, happiness and firm policy; such is my conviction.

~ sanjaya to dhritarashtra, mahabharata.

➠ 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

🕊️🌿 krishna's premika.

intp. desi. proud hindu.

reader. writer. itihāsa enthusiast.

a dark boy who happens to be the best diplomat and the most charming thief owns my heart and so do his non-pareil women.

i write, make arbitrary graphics (about the sanātanī itihāsas and its related fics because i have zero personality of my own) and shitpost. that's it.

➠ 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

i) yamuna x kanha

ii) rukmini - satyabhama

iii) satyabhamadhavam

iv) lakshmis comes home

v) shri hari sharanam

vi) strength embodied

vii) the man i have loved

viii) cathartic

ix) the first four

➠ 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐬

i) krishna janmashtami special vm

ii) to love a murderer

iii) adrika avyuktayam

iv) kamalnayani

v) krishna manamohanaa

vi) navalakshmi aesthetics

vii) krishāvyayam video edit

➠ 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐩(𝐬)

i) k.a tales - 1

ii) the book aesthetic

iii) jhumka shopping

➠ 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

here i take your leave and hope you have a great time ahead. jai shri rama <3

ps : krishna-sahacharini > krsnaradhika.

#a new intro post cuz pichla wala kaafi unprofessional lag raha thha #dhruvi posts #krishnablr #gopiblr

[sakinotfound]

good morning/afternoon/night, i saw you wanted some requests, so here i am (?).

i was wondering if you could write some headcanons for how satan, beelzebub and belphegor (obey me!) would help, or try to do so, their gn! s/o who tends to bottle up their emotions to the point that they can't feel any emotion at all for several days, just numbness for days until they get their emotions back.

if you need any more exact clarification of what i mean do not hesitate to send me a message or something.

feel free to delete this if you don't feel like doing it.

remember to take care of yourself first, don't pressure yourself with this and take you time.

thanks in advance! <3

with a s/o who tends to bottle up their emotions

characters: Satan, Beelzebub, Belphegor

cw: long post under the cut, established relationship, emotional intimacy and vulnerability, (in belphie's part)mentions of make out sessions, sex, body worship and praise kink but not descriptive.

a/n: greetings! thank you for sending in an ask you sweet, kind human and i hope this is what you asked for. i had fun doing this💜 and take care of yourself too (all of you in fact). if you like this, reblog.

🌿Satan

• Satan is an observer, very very observant. he notices everything. he remembers everything. you don't have to say something or explain yourself for him to figure out what's wrong. he can be a menace still, but he knows where to draw the line when he senses his behaviour isn't being received playfully or lightheartedly.

• he is straightforward and comes to the point. would take you to a secluded place and ask you what is wrong. doesn't beat around the bush. now if you don't disclose it or act like nothing's wrong, he tries to pry it out of you. would try to sneakily make you pour your heart out.

• like what is wrong, just tell me please. he is nosy and wants to know what's up.

• would try to distract you and take your mind off of whatever you're overthinking about. since you aren't telling him, he can't help you with that. but at least he can try and uplift your mood. so he would try to take you to different places he knows you'd like. or he'd try to spend some time with you by doing some labor intensive or brainstorming activity just so you'd forget about your thoughts for the time being and instead focus on the task at hand.

• exercising helps decrease anxiety and depression and increases levels of dopamine and serotonin.

• cracks witty jokes just to see you smile or laugh a little. he is dying to bring your smile back.

• he doesn't like you when you just become a shell of your true self. when you don't show any emotions. and when the fear of losing you creeps up, he gets scared.

• eventually would get a little irritated with you. he thinks you are being utterly stupid. satan is smart, you should talk to him. you should tell him and let him help you. he would give you advice or might even solve the problem himself. don't you trust him?

• bottling up emotions is bad, he knows that. why do you think he never bottles up his anger? if he is angry, he makes sure everybody in the vicinity knows he is angry. he doesn't keep it in, he let's it out. he knows if he tried to conceal his wrath, he'd cause havoc in the entire devildom.

• when everything fails and you just bottle it in and act like everything is fine when he is dead sure you are hurting inside, he tries one last time.

• would take you to some beautiful, romantic place and spend some quality time with you. would let you know how much you mean to him and how much it hurts him to see you sad. he cares about you and loves you to the square of Earth's diameter and more. would be vulnerable with you so that you can trust him enough to be vulnerable with him.

• emotional intimacy 📈📈📈

• i mean it. he'd be very touchy and kiss-y and hugg-y. only if you are comfortable with that though, he knows some people don't like physical affection and become uncomfy. if that's the case then he'd keep it minimal and would ask before doing anything.

🌿Beelzebub

• probably an unpopular opinion, but i think beelzebub is a very emotionally mature person. he is very smart, he just likes to stay in his own bubble and mind his own business. doesn't like to get involved in dramas or poke his nose in others' matters.

• even when it comes to you, he tries to give you space. he knows sometimes you just need some time to yourself with no disturbance, just peace to gather your thoughts together. so he tries to help you passively.

• if you don't wanna deal with his brothers right now and aren't in a mood to talk, he asks his brothers to not bother you at all and leave you alone for some time. beel never asks for any favours so they don't even argue with him.

• if you don't come down for dinner, he'll make a plate for you with all your favourites and bring it to your room. if there aren't many favourites of yours at the table, no problem, he'll try to make them or will ask barbatos for help. again barbatos wouldn't decline him because he rarely asks for any help. and when he says it's for you, barb would happily help him out.

• beel knows how much power good food holds and he knows how much it helps in changing the mood, so his love language is food.

• would knock on your door before entering and would request you to please eat something. say you refuse, then he'll feed you himself. he might wanna finish the whole plate himself but would actively refrain from doing so.

• honestly, his heart would break seeing you like this. beel is the type of person who would hurt if you hurt. if you are sad, he is sad. if you cry, he cries. you can see the look on his face which resembles a kicked puppy.

• you don't act like you use to anymore. this is something more serious than just being sad. he gets scared when you try to recluse and turn away from him. he starts panicking a little.

• asks you, if he could please stay in the room with you. he doesn't want to stay away from you anymore. he wants to help because even after all this time, you still don't look your usual self.

• hugs hugs hugs. hugs bring so much comfort and safety when you are in the arms of someone who actually cares about you. he loves hugs, beel loves physical affection. he doesn't mind being vulnerable and emotional with his s/o at all.

• if you'd let him, he'd make you sit in between his legs, big muscular arms would hold you against his chest. he'd gently rub your back or your sides. he is very soft and gentle with you all the time. would cage you in his warm embrace with his limbs and place your head on his broad chest. it feels very good, i'm telling you.

• he isn't very good at giving advices but is a good listening ear. cry to him, rant to him, yell to him, just tell him what is going on inside your head. empty your heart, spill it out, don't hold it in please. it would only hurt you more. he doesn't want that.

• forehead kisses and temple kisses.

• would actively work on your relationship to make you comfortable with discussing things with him. he wants you to trust him with your everything.

🌿Belphegor

• tbh it would take him quite some time to notice. i think he is a little self absorbed and he tends to focus on himself more than others. he spends most of his time sleeping and the rest goes to school and studying. everyone else other than you and Beelzebub, tire him out. (doesn't mean he doesn't still love them.)

• would take your change in demeanor as you being tired or just not in the mood. wouldn't force you. in fact would ask you to come sleep with him in his bed.

• "it's comfy and sleeping helps with everything. a good sleep helps improve your mood, trust me."

• cuddles!! would pull you against him and put his arm on you. a big spoon just for you. would place feathery kisses on your neck and shoulder and collar bone.

• would place your head over his chest and play with your hair. hums a soft tune to help you relax.

• i think the cuddles would turn into slow but passionate make out sessions sometimes. and he becomes so serious with them, you sometimes find yourself breathless and speechless. would take your mind off by making love. definitely.

• probably the first emotion you felt in days.

• body worship and praise kink📈📈📈

• would show you how much he loves you through that. and all this just because he thinks you are temporarily sad.

• you may or may not cry with happiness or just because the above activities made you finally break down.

• but when he figures it out, that you are actually hurting and something has been bothering you so much for so long and he didn't even realise it, he would beat himself up for that. boy is genuinely very upset and disappointed in himself ngl :(

• apologises and begs you to tell him what's wrong. does he need to beat someone up? do you need help with school? did Lucifer scold you a little too much? wait did he do something?

• he doesn't want you to lose your shine. you are so special to him — a fresh breeze, a hope, a ray of sunshine. he knows what hatred and isolation can lead to. he doesn't want you to go spiralling down that rabbit hole. he doesn't want you to go through what he went through.

• but things happen and you can't control others emotions. so even if you don't wanna talk much about it, he is always by your side. ready to help you the second you ask for it. but no matter what he doesn't let you go spiralling. no, he helps you through it but with baby steps.

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #satan x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #krishna's requests

[heaven4lostgirls]

distance makes the heart grow fonder

sirius black x indian!fem!reader

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, mentions of injuries, crying james, angst(?)

a/n: hi everyone, sorry this took so long for me to get out, i’ve been sick and then i got my period and then i was just stacked with so much work from uni! it really was a nightmare but i hope you’re all doing well!

when sirius black stumbled through james potters fireplace with blood and cuts all over him, you could say james was in shock. his best friend of nearly 6 years was in a horrible state and he wasn’t sure if he was going to make it. crying out for his parents they immediately apparated to st mungos where they knew sirius would be able to get the help he needed.

as james paced back and forth outside of the operating theatre where they had six medi-witches tending to sirius, james swallowed the lump in his throat as he picked up the phone down the hall to call y/n, he knew she needed to know what had happened to sirius.

through teary gasps and stumbling words james was able to tell y/n that sirius was at st mungos in horrible condition, after consoling her best friend she rushed to her car and drove unexplainably fast to get to sirius, she couldn’t help herself but pray on her way there that everything would be okay.

as she stumbled through st mungos only stoping to catch her breath outside of sirius’ door she pushes her way in where james and euphemia are sitting next to sirius’ beds with red rimmed eyes and swollen faces.

james and effie smile sadly at her before they give her a quick hug and some privacy with her lover.

“oh sweetheart” y/n murmurs as she cups sirius’ cheek and closes her eyes. she sinks to her knees and holds sirius’ hands and starts to pray for him, her hymn floods through the halls of st mungos and the potter family can’t help but feel the tears stream down their faces as the pain in y/n’s voice breaks their hearts.

the medi-witches stand in solidarity outside the door of sirius’ room and can’t help but notice that sirius’ vitals seem to be improving and that his face seems to be twitching almost like he’s trying to wake up.

“y-y/n” his voice rasps and y/n can’t help but look up in shock and delight as his dark eyes seem to squint looking for her. she tugs his hand and his pout vanishes to be replaced by a tired smile as he locks eyes with her.

“my darling boy” she murmurs as she cups his face again, “what would i have done without you? you are the air in my lungs and the blood in my veins, never would i be able to live without you” she whispers as she thanks lord krishna for bringing her lover back to her.

“they called you unspeakable names butterfly, i couldn’t stand there and listen to them disrespect you because of your blood purity” he smiles weakly and she can’t help but fall further in love with him.

“your soul is the most beautiful thing about you, sirius orion black” she leans forward to press a gentle kiss on his forehead and his face blushes automatically.

she moves to sit on the chair next to sirius’ bed but he grasps her wrists and pulls her closer.

“lay with me please butterfly, i need to know you’re here with me”

she can’t help but feel her heart flutter and she gently cuddles next to him and hums a soft hymn to lull him to sleep, this time her voice is soft and filled with adoration for her beloved.

#juliwrites #harry potter #marauders #james potter #sirius black #sirius black x reader #marauders angst #sirius black x indian!fem!reader #sirius black fluff #sirius black angst #sirius black x indian!reader #sirius black x girlfriend!reader

[biblioklept-writes]

The Foreign Queen (Part 2)

Aemond Targaryen x f!Desi!Reader

Summary: Prince Aemond spends time in your camp, curious about you proficiency in English and the people of Westeros.

Warnings: None for this part

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You knew that you were being watched, by the keen eye of Prince Aemond himself, the royal curious about your knowledge. You should have known better than presenting each of the royal present in court with gifts that they would singularly admire, for suspicions arose, from the Prince himself.

Perhaps it had been a rash decision on your part, but now you saw the Prince and his knights mingle with your people, forming acquaintances and laying foundations for friendships that would surely come. You thought back to that day around a year ago when a yellow-haired man had washed up your shore, his blue-green eyes and yellow sickly hair being a shocking revelation to everyone in Bharat, for you had never seen such a strange looking man.

Now, you sat beside an even stranger looking man, one who had a deadly scar over his eye and had covered it with a leather patch. You imagined it must not have been comfortable, for leather bites, but it might have been for healing purposes. Such nasty scars would get infected easily. His open eye, the lilac orb glowing with curiosity, has hungrily soaked up any knowledge about Bharat and the Bharatiyas.

While you still struggled with a few sounds in this unfamiliar language, it had been far easier to learn than it had been with odia. Being around more people who spoke the new language was helping your tongue adapt faster. 

“Can I be of some assistance, my Prince?” you asked the silver haired man.

“I would like to visit the marketplace with you once, my Princess,” he simply said.

“Right now?” You asked, surprised.

“Whenever you are finished,” He said, voice devoid of any emotion.

“You must give me an hour,” you politely asked.

Rapidly assigning the different demands to her team, she accompanied the young prince in his journey to the Bharat Market - as the locals had started calling it - on foot, stopping by every stall to examine the goods being sold. The crowd parted around the two royalties, giving them priority access to the items.

Prince Aemond lingered in the sandalwood stall, the scent earning a wicked interest from his one lilac eye. There was a limited collection, for the wood was bulky and it was expensive, most people only buying a sliver to experience the new commodity. You knew the effect it had on people, the calming, earthly scent was a popular fragrance agent back in Bharat and people used chandan as tikka on their foreheads and to offer it as they worshipped the Devas, Shiva and Krishna are both said to enjoy the offering of the cool, calming chandan.

“What is this wood called?” He asked in his quiet voice.

“We call it chandan,” you replied. “Or sandalwood,”

“Chandan,” Aemond tested the word, its sound endearing in his accent. It was surprising how much effort He had put in learning to speak Hindi, despite the fact most of her people were proficient in English. As she studied him with her dark gaze, she concluded that he would be a force to be reckoned with. He might have been missing an eye but his vision and mind were sharper than those who had both their eyes. He would make a formidable enemy, you thought.

Aemond moved on to the next exhibit, this one of the spices and herbs. His expression remained  neutral but his brow relaxed a bit as he took in the menagerie of aromatic smells that just teased the sensations.

“What are these used for?” He quietly enquired.

“The spices serve many purposes,” You explain. “Most for flavouring the food, but some of them have medicinal properties and have use in healing. Peppers and chilis make for good weapons - those can momentarily blind the affected.”

“I see,” He acknowledged and then stopped by the weapons exhibit. The finery of silks and cotton did not seem to appeal to the warrior prince. “These blades are magnificent,” his quiet voice said. “Your craftsmen are incredible.”

“Care for a friendly-sparring, my Prince?” You boldly asked. You had noticed the gleam in his eye as he had admired the blades you had gifted the Royal family - and the current look in his lilac eye was a copy of that. 

“Mhm,” He muttered and you reached for twin wootz blades, both yet to be named. Shashank, the blacksmith, bowed his head in respect and smiled.

A small clearing by the back of your camp seemed apt for the sword-fighting match. The soil was soft with you soldiers regularly training and practising there, and it was away from the public eye. You were dressed in a modest kurti and salwar, opting only to change your chappals for a pair of boots.

You threw up the blade and caught it, testing it and finding your balance point. Aemond did the same, admiring the wicked gleam of the blade as he tested the grip.

“Shall we begin?” You prompted.

Aemond merely nodded soundlessly and assumed a fighting stance. You followed, thinking about how your posture was the same despite living worlds apart.

The two of you moved in a circle, fleshing the other out, not yet going in for an attack. Once you returned to the point where you started, you lunged forward with your sword raised. The Targaryen Prince effectively blocked the attack by slashing his sword upwards, the two blades colliding with a loud clang. You stepped back whilst blocking his blade, the point of his sword too close to poking your beautiful eye out. 

Amusement flickered in his one eye as he slashed his blade in a wide arc, and you jumped back to dodge the point. Then you brought down your sword with a force, a loud clang reverberating as the twin blades collided, both of you a little out of breath. The rest of the play fight passed in a blur of the adrenaline and dopamine rush, your memory predominated by his pretty lilac eyes and silky silver hair. 

The end of the friendly fight was imprinted on your mind, with your legs set wide and the tip of your blade resting on his windpipe, whilst his rested right above your navel. If either of you pressed the blade deeper, it would draw blood, and with the way your heart thundered against your ribs, surely you would bleed to death in a matter of moments. His eye held you in place as you gazed into the depths of it, panting, coming down from the adrenaline high.

“It was a pleasure having this battle with you, Princess,” Aemond said, still not lowering his blade. You first took the pressure off his throat and he then followed. “I am honoured to have a skilled partner in battle.”

“I can say the same for you,” You said, now smiling. To your surprise, the stoic one-eyed prince returned you a small grin and then shook your hand. “I would be honoured to fight by your side or with you.”

“Haven’t you picked a side yet, Princess?” He asked, voice dropping to a chilly threat. “Am I allowing a Black spy in the capital? Or did I leave a potential enemy alive?” 

“I will not be your enemy if you don’t give me a reason to,” You said, slightly raising your dark brow. “As for being a Black spy, I will inform you that I am not particularly fond of your half-sister or her husband.” 

“Reputation precedes the Targaryens, then?” He asked. “Your words do not convince me of your loyalty, my Princess.”

“My Prince, then you must tell me how I can,” You said. 

“Answer a couple of my questions, truthfully, and maybe I will put in a word of good faith for you,” He offered.

“As you deem fit, my Prince.” 

“Who told you about us?” Aemond asked, not skirting about the issue.

“We had a strange man wash up on the shore, healed him, fed him.” You explained. “He spoke in an unfamiliar tongue and I had to learn from whatever he spoke. Eventually I got around to understanding his language and learned of these landmasses - Essos and Westeros - and the people, strange people who live there and how he escaped to get away from the war.”

“What did your strange man look like?” He asked.

“He had yellow hair and eerie blue eyes.” You answered. “I had never seen such a man before. Said his name was… La… n… minister?”

“Lannister?” Aemond asked, his gaze sharp and eyebrow raised. “Cerwyn Lannister?”

“Something like that,” You shrugged. “Strange man, strange language, strange name. He talks my ears off about his Kingdom of Rocks and how he missed them. Would you be so kind as to tell me more about that bastard?”

“Oh he’s a bastard alright,” Aemond said. “Gerold Lannister’s favourite bastard,”

“Bastard does mean a child born out of wedlock or an…” you thought for a moment. “Illegitimate child of either husband or the wife?”

“Mhm,” he nodded, seemingly deep in thought. His eye was toward you, the scarred side out of your vision. Aemond didn’t need to show his scar to be intimidating. The tight set of his sharp jaw and the seemingly permanent frown made him scary enough. “You can speak english fairly well,”

“I am a fast learner,” you said.

Aemond merely studied you for a long moment, then bowed. “I must leave for the Red Keep, my Princess.” He bid farewell. “If you wish to spar sometime, you are welcome in the Red Keep. I am certain I or Ser Criston would be able to make time for our esteemed guest.”

“Thank you, my Prince,” You said. This was the most talking you had ever heard him do, and you didn’t like how it unsettled you even more. His voice was nice enough, you could hear him talk for hours, yet it carried a certain threat and command to it - like a quiet predator purring after a successful hunt, like a lion roaring to scare his enemies. It was his keen eye that unsettled you the most - he paid attention to detail and made you feel bare and defenceless, like he had the power to see right through you and your head. You had always been a great liar, but lying to him was a mammoth task in itself. What if he could hear your thundering heart?

“Prince Aemond!” You ran. Aemond halted, and you caught up to him, standing with your chin held high under his sharp gaze. “We will be celebrating the onset of the harvesting season three days from now,” you told him. “We would be pleased to host you and your family, my Prince. It is an important festival for us: Baisakhi.”

“Certainly,” Aemond nodded. “Will that be all?”

You nodded at him, watching his silky silver hair dance behind him as he disappeared into the crowd by the stables.

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