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[series masterlist] to build a home - gojo satoru

series summary: when (y/n) (y/l/n) catches wind that the notorious sorcerer killer, toji fushiguro, has children, she makes it her personal mission to find them.  the catch being she couldn’t tell a soul about them- the risk of the zen'in clan learning about them was too great.  keeping the secret isn’t the hard part, it’s lying to her friends, shoko ieiri, geto suguru, and of course gojo satoru, that she struggles with. especially when satoru has suddenly become so keen on keeping an eye on her lately. ___ [ introduction ] “Find The Star Plasma Vessel” 

[ one ] “Cigarettes and Other Things That Kill You” [ two ] “Playing Games Of Levitation”  [ three ] “Learning to Lie” [ four ] “Megumi and Tsumiki” [ five ] “Quality Time” [ six ] “I Held On As Tightly As You Held Onto Me” [ seven ] “Shikigami” [ eight ] “Bury A Friend”  [ nine ] “Retirement”  [ ten ] “Cursed Tool” [ eleven ] “Brazil” [ twelve ] “Those Who Regret, Those Who Defect, and Those Who Deflect” [ thirteen ] “Melt My Soul” [ fourteen ] “The Beginning Of The End Of All Things” [ fifteen ] “The Whole Truth” [ sixteen ] “The True End”

[epilogue] “For You, For Me”

The only short king I’ll wear flats for…only for him to order me to wear nothing else BUT my heels

Jacaerys Velaryon NSFW Alphabet

TW: profanity, innuendo, afab reader, she/her pronouns

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of the Dragon characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jace fusses over you like a mother hen after the two of you have been intimate. He holds you close, talks you down, tells you how wonderful you were for him, cleans you off. He's just genuinely such a sweetheart.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of himself is either his curls (he loves feeling you tugging on them while y'all are fucking) or his cock. He has never felt more desired than when you're looking at it all wide-eyed and excited. His favorite body part of yours is your eyes and your ass. Loves smacking it and fucking you from behind.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This man has breeder balls so trust his favorite place to cum is inside you. He will pull out of your mouth or away from your hand and start fucking you because he wants to see that gorgeous sight of his cum leaking out of you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The idea of a bedding ceremony is actually kind of appealing to him. He's the future king and he wants to make his uncles green with jealousy as he fucks you within an inch of your life. He wants them to know that he knows better than them how to please a woman.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Before you, he had little to no experience. But, he's read about it plenty and has done extensive research as to how to please you. And he's a quick study and eager to learn. He'll spend hours learning exactly what makes you tick, what places to touch, where to put his mouth to have you crying out his name.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Mating press. He loves looking you in the eyes, fucking you nice and deep, making sure you take every bit of him inside you. He's so big that he almost doesn't fit, but he promises you that he'll be gentle. He loves the intimacy of the mating press as well as the fact that the maesters have mentioned it's the most ideal position to breed one's wife in...

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's not averse to being goofy and humorous in the moment, but for the most part? He takes making love to you pretty seriously. It's an almost sacred moment for him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Well-trimmed, clean, carpet matches the drapes, slightly coarser.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's all about holding eye contact, communicating, making sure you're feeling good, that everything is perfect for you. Jace is a total romantic, the man practically worships the ground you walk upon, so of course every intimate encounter is going to be exceedingly romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He got himself off embarrassingly often to the thought of you when he first learned you were to be betrothed. And one time, you let him touch you over your skirts. That was the memory that drove his arousal until such time he was finally able to have you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

BREEDING KINK!!!!!!!! Dom/sub dynamics (he's a total switch but prefers domming), ye olde Daddy kink, body worship (on both himself and you), praise kink, size kink

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

On the Iron Throne, long after all the guests are gone for the day. After all, what better place is there for a king to fuck his queen than on the very seat of his power? Other than that, your royal apartments in Maegor's Holdfast, where he's able to worship you the way you deserve.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

A smile, your batting your lashes at him, seeing you playing with children, the way your skirt clings to your ass, your cleavage, the barest hint of skin, your scent.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He isn't particularly fond of degradation, for either himself or you, but given the right circumstances he can be talked into it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's a munch. He prefers giving. This is in part because he prefers his cock to be inside you when he cums, but also because he's extremely sensitive to your needs and doesn't like that your jaw and throat are sore after he fucks your mouth. He's extremely skilled at oral and can have you coming undone on his tongue in a matter of minuts.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

If he's in a bad mood, fast and rough and angry. But for the most part, slow and sensual, taking the time to savor you like a fine wine.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

With the two of you being king and queen, you have more quickies than you care to admit. They may not be ideal, but they're better than nothing.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As he grows more confident in your relationship, he takes more and more risks. He's quite content to drag you out into the hall during a feast and fuck you just far enough away from your visitors to keep the possibility of getting caught.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Builds up over time - he doesn't last very long at first but eventually he trains himself to last for quite a while. Also has an excellent recovery period and can go four to five rounds in one night.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't know much about toys to be honest, but if that's something you're into, he's willing to try anything to make you happy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's obsessed with pleasing you, so he's not too unfair. He's more eager to get you crying out his name, begging for more rather than taunt you. That's why overstimulating you is one of his favorite pastimes.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not very loud, but will for sure moan your name, grunt as he's fucking up into you, whisper dirty things in your ear, and if you're lucky? When you tug on his hair? He might just whimper.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Absolutely loves the idea of spanking you. Disciplining you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's hung like a goddamn horse. Girthy like a Coke can, 8-9 inches when hard. Breeder balls. He's... A wonder of nature.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Almost supernaturally high. He wants you any and all hours of the day and is so fucking needy for you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Likes to wait until you've fallen asleep. The sight of you so peaceful in his arms makes him feel happier than he ever thought he could imagine.

Me reading the fluff:

Me imagining the wedding night cause I’m nasty:

Me reading this whole as fic and feeling my heart overcome for love for my Dippy because she IS the moment:

idk if you would write but i would love to see in ur style a tyrell!reader x robb. imagine being the winter rose? omg living the biggest dream by being a beauty of the seven realms, having tales of ur beauty passed on, and then being betrothed to robb as a mean of house tyrell to guarantee their safety, but still, theres no northern or southern who can resist the tyrell beauty and robb is one of them

nana.. this ask did things to me. i love this idea smsmsm & thank u for sending it in !!

tyrell beauty was never anything that could be denied — by friend or by foe.

you & your twin sister, margaery, were the greatest testimonies to that. while margaery was no doubt beautiful, tales of your beauty had spread throughout the seven kingdoms. singers, poets, servants & kings alike had all heard and contributed to the spread of the tale of the tyrell rose — not only beautiful in physical aspects, but a gorgeous personality to match.

you & margaerys older brother, loras, was also rumored for his looks. safe to say, you three were widely known.. the beauties of house tyrell.

even the north, cold and harsh as it was, was not exempt from hearing the tales of you & your siblings beauty. jokes and speculations had long passed around winterfell, only increasing tenfold when hearing about house tyrell’s rumored interest in forming an allegiance with the north. when bran, rickon, & arya stepped into the castle, covered in dirt & almost soaking wet from that days ministrations, jory only sighed seeing them, ushering them to baths with a mutter of-

“the beauties of winterfell…”

robb only laughed at the teases he heard about you & your siblings, but sometimes found his thoughts wandering to you. his mind often drifting to think about the tyrell rose, absurd childlike questions, that he should’ve pushed away as quickly as they entered his mind. do the tales do your beauty justice? what are you like in person? are you warm? would you like him? what would you think of the north?

he focused on training, doing as he was told & preparing to become lord of winterfell one day, although he couldn’t stop the fleeting thoughts about you that arose every once in a while. a child’s dream, he thought.

so you can imagine his surprise when his father & mother sat him down, telling him of the alliance house tyrell wanted to make with house stark..

through marriage.

robb felt like he was dreaming. the beauty of the seven kingdoms, betrothed to him? he could barely keep the smile off his face, wanting to not only improve stature to his house, but do his duty as a husband. excitement pooled in his gut, as theon clasped his hands on robb’s shoulders at dinner, congratulating him. theon’s hands waved in the air, saying something about-

“the beauty and the beast..”

any other night he would’ve gotten a shove to the ground, but robb only threw him a playful smile. even theon’s relentless teasing couldn’t ruin this for him. if he was to be lord of winterfell one day, he’d need a strong woman by his side — he dreamed of a relationship like his mother and fathers, and he prayed in the godswood to the old gods that night, that they would guide your union as man and wife.

in the days leading up to your arrival at winterfell, countless preparations were made. the tyrell host was large, and all of the starks had done their parts to prepare to receive it. you were to stay in winterfell for a week before the wedding, and your family would leave shortly after. you had handmaidens and a few select soldiers to stay with you at winterfell, and you could visit high garden anytime you wanted in the near future. you asked your grandmother if she would visit you in winterfell again after the wedding, but she only put a hand over your own & said it would take the Father himself to drag her back to that “frozen wasteland”.

the day you arrive, robb thinks he’s might jump out of his skin, he’s so nervous. still, he puts on a brave face for his & his families sake, wanting to be everything you need and more.

you, margaery, and the queen of thornes are riding in the wheelhouse, while ser loras is in front of it, mounted on a white mare. his armor glints in the sunlight, doing wonders to illuminate his face. he’s handsome, robb can admit, and that only makes his curiosity increase about you & your sister. & once you both step out of the wheelhouse, robb feels his heart skip as many beats as it can without killing him.

a few of your cousins step out first, giggly as they curtsy to the starks and stand respectively to the side. margaery is next, gorgeous auburn hair & a button nose, a flattering dress with the tyrell colors proudly on display, and a sweet smile to accompany it all. she curtsy’s as well, standing more in front of the wheelhouse, as loras dismounts and moves to stand next to her.

when you step out of the wheelhouse, robb’s breath hitches. his body forgets every single instinct he’s ever had, & he has to remind himself to breathe, as to not kill himself. you’re beautiful. stunning. a sight for sore eyes. he doesn’t think there’s any word in the common tongue that can be used to describe your beauty without downplaying it. it seems like nobody can tear their eyes off of you, your aura doing wonders to brighten the damp atmosphere.

you curtsy to them all, along with a smile he wishes would never leave your face. robb can’t tear his eyes from you, even when you move to offer your hand to the queen of thornes as she steps out. you meet robb’s gaze in the moment everyones attention is not on you. the corner of his mouth tilts up in a smirk as he winks at you. you only tilt your head, brows lightly furrowing as you smile at him. your gaze falls to the floor as blush rises to your cheeks, retracting your hand from your grandmothers and smoothing out your gown.

pleasantries are exchanged, you and robb stealing glances to each other every so often. lady olenna & a few of your cousins go with ned stark & lady catelyn, moving to discuss the wedding, among other things. you take robb’s arm as he escorts you, margaery, and loras to where you’ll be staying at. robb drinks in every moment with you.

you’re gorgeous, soft, & warm. you have a kind heart, a love for the arts and children, and you’re very kind. your shy nature bubbles away as you grow more comfortable in each others presence.

that night, a great feast is held. everyone of the starklings is made to be in attendance, and robb prays that arya can keep her withering resolve just a little bit longer. you’re sat beside him, softly laughing at a remark ned had made. robb’s heart warms at the sight of you & his father getting along, but is quickly forgotten when he sees arya dash away & out of the hall. guards are sent after her, and robb bites back a smile at her daring antics.

he’s snapped out of his thoughts as your hand clasps his bicep, his head turns towards you as you lean into speak in his ear.

“forgive me, i must be excused. i’ll return shortly.” you say, a reassuring smile making its way onto your face as you get up. robb only nods, sighing in an attempt to soothe his frayed nerves.

it’s a few minutes later when the queen of thornes sits next to him, striking up light conversation. judging his character, no doubt. at the end of it she nods her head in approval, asking him to please find her granddaughter — wherever she’s run off to. robb stands up with an-

“of course, my lady.”

moving to follow the direction you went in. it takes him outside, and he looks around, before his gaze settles on you & a small form behind you, a guard approaching in front of you. robb was lucky to be in earshot of you.

“pardon, my lady, we’re looking for arya underfoot, ned starks daughter. ‘bout yay high, brown of hair. have you seen ‘er ‘round?”

you were stood beside a pillar, one arm behind your back as you discreetly pressed arya further behind you. one shift of your form & arya would be revealed, dragged back to the festivities she had just escaped from. robb watched you from afar, careful not to give away your position — but close enough to hear & see your response. curiosity spread through him as he and the guard both awaited your answer.

your brows furrowed in faux confusion, looking at the guard with a soft expression.

“i must confess, i haven’t seen her. brown of hair, you said?”

the guard swallowed, nodding as he eyed you up & down. you smiled sweetly at him.

“i will be sure to keep an eye out, ser…?”

you slightly raised your brows, and the guard quickly gave you his name. you repeated it to him, and the guard nodded, smiling.

“would you be so kind to escort me back to the festivities? a castle like this.. it’s so easy to get lost.”

the guard quickly agreed, not being able to resist you, & robb is enamored, having witnessed the tyrell charm firsthand. what happens next seals the deal for robb.

as you move to take the guards arm, you spot loras patrolling, his path sending him to pass on the other side of the pillar that you’re at. the eye contact between you both is minimal, and robb almost misses your eyes slightly widen & the small nod of his head. with one swift move, you’re grasping the guards bicep & using your other hand to gently push arya to your older brother, as he outstretches his hand just enough for arya to get the hint. as you walk off, loras has one hand on aryas shoulder, ushering her off with a wink — & robb watches the smile grow on aryas face as she slips away.

yeah, he thinks. you’re perfect.

his winter rose.

sorry if this was too long or not what you were envisioning, but i had sm fun writing this !! tyrell supremacy

CRYING, HEAVING, GETTING ON MY KNEES AND WORSHIPPING THE ONE AND ONLY DIPPY

AKA THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

AKAA MY TWIN FLAME

“you’re mapping him, every part of him with your hands — trying to bury the feeling into a deep part of your mind so you never forget.”

LIKE GIRL I HAVE AN EXAM TOMORROW, HOW CAN I SLEEP KNOWING THIS NOW LIVES IN MY MIND???

thinking about jon snow not knowing what to do when you admire him.

he’s sprawled on his stomach, bare chested & fast asleep, with the blankets covering his lower half. castle black stirs awake as the sun starts to rise, moving to start its ascension into the sky.

the ghost of your fingertips across his spine pull him to consciousness, goosebumps trailing his skin from your touch. he lightly stretches, opening his eyes as his muscles tense & relax once more.

he looks to see you sitting up, a glossed over look in your eyes as your gaze is fixated on his back — the hint of a smile playing on your lips. he’s never been looked at like that before. caressed, admired, as if he was something special.

he can feel the pads of your fingers as they run along his shoulderblades, tracing the ridges & muscles that map the expanse of his back. has he ever felt anything this gentle?

you stop your mapping of his body when you see that he’s awake. he’s not looking at you, though. his eyes are blank, fixated on a distant wall as he focuses on your touch, trying to commit the feeling to memory.

“you’re so pretty, jon.”

he feels his cheeks grow warm, no doubt starting to turn a pretty shade of pink. his entire body grows hot, nerves on fire with the sincerity of your words. jon knows you mean it — you’re no liar. suddenly your gaze is overwhelming, and he feels the need to squirm under it.

you’re evil, he thinks. the worst to ever live. can’t you see what you do to him?

he’s brought out from his thoughts when the warmth of your hand leaves his shoulders, coming to brush his hair out of his face. you tuck the strands behind his ears, the dark curls protesting being moved. jon swallows, looking up at you.

he can see the smile you’re trying to suppress, and he feels his heart swell at the fact the sight of him is enough to make you smile. the knuckle of your finger comes to trace the underside of his jaw, just the way your lips have done countless times before. the thought alone is enough to make him shiver.

you get to the front of his face, the pad of your thumb coming to run along his bottom lip. the same lips that have been all over your body are now at the mercy of your touch, and jon wouldn’t ruin this moment for anything… even if lord commander mormont had returned from the dead & knocked on the door.

jon had tried to be still, truly. he should’ve been given an award for how long he’s held out so far. he can’t help himself, lips moving to kiss the pad of your thumb. they start to descend, trailing down the slope of your hand. he presses a final kiss to the inside of your wrist, before his hand wraps around it and brings it to his cheek. he uses it as a pillow, laying his head down once more & sighing, eyes fluttering shut.

you let the smile break free now, eyes gazing down at your lover, in all his content. jon deserves it all. the gentleness, the warmth, anything that you have to give, you offer to him. he’s been through hell and back, the scars run deep. and you want nothing more than to kiss each and every one, to replace the once horrid memories with the feel of your touch.

you eventually pull away your hand, & jon’s eyes are quick to open. you can almost feel the disapproval radiating off of him, which is quickly replaced with a warm feeling deep in his chest when you reach for his right hand.

you hold it up, eyes fixated on it. you use both your hands to cradle his larger, calloused one. you run your hands along his, feeling every vein & knuckle under your fingers. his fingers twitch with the need to curl into your smaller ones. jon’s so busy looking at your hands holding his, he at first doesn’t see the way your eyes are closed. you’re mapping him, every part of him with your hands — trying to bury the feeling in a deep part of your mind so you never forget. and once jon realizes that, he’s inclined to never let you go. just keep you here, wrapped in his arms forever. you wouldn’t mind, would you?

once you’re done, sure that you’ve traced every part of him that you can reach, you bring his hand to cradle your cheek, mirroring how jon had done with your own not so long ago. you lean into it, relaxing into his hand.

it’s jon’s turn to smile now. it tugs at the corner of his lips, curving them upwards as his tongue darts out to wet them. is this what love is like? jon thinks it must be. to simply exist & be cherished by someone, to be truly adored & held close.

jon can’t resist the urge anymore. its overwhelming at this point, clouding his mind. he uses the hand on your cheek to pull you closer as he simultaneously pulls himself up, connecting your lips with his. he kisses you long & soft, as he gently moves you to lay down on your back. you’re easy in your compliance, putty in his hands; the one still on your cheek, and the other pressing to your waist as your lips continue to dance with his.

he pulls away, trailing kisses down your neck. your hands find their way to his hair, not pulling, just slotting themselves amongst the curls. once he reaches the end of his descent, he moves to place once more kiss on the underside of your jaw, before laying his head down on your stomach. his arms wrap around your waist as your hands scratch at his scalp in a way that’s divine.

& in the comfort of your arms, jon understands why so little men join the nights watch of their own accord. what is honor compared to a woman's love? what is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms? he understands now, able to fully grasp the concept of never knowing the tenderness of your touch — and it’s not a very pleasant thought.

in the back of his mind he remembers the duties you both have to tend to, but they’ll be fine, he thinks. they can wait.