#I keep losing interest because no part of it is exciting to write

[acertainmoshke]

I want to overhaul Emerald Outpost again noooooo someone tell me this is a bad idea

[byanyan]

can i just be emotional on main for a sec & thank y'all again for sticking with me & supporting my weird little brand here these last few months while i've been like. worse than ever about getting any writing done? just like. hhh. all of u putting up with my shitposts & liking the hcs and whatever else i shove out onto the dash while i'm struggling with energy for replies, and everyone who still wants to plot & develop our dynamics despite me being the WORST at keeping up with dms (& being somehow even worse at being the one to actually initiate dms), and!!!! those of you who continue to indulge me by sending me asks despite the fact that you've been waiting 5 years for me to reply to our thread!!! i appreciate u guys sm, like i don't think u actually understand just how much. i mean this so sincerely: thank you

[lover-of-mine]

Welcome to a guide to all basketball references around Buck's character so far written by the crazy color theory girlie who happens to be a former basketball player and might get too excited writing this!

Okay, first time we encounter a basketball in Buck's journey is actually in 301. The ball is there when Eddie drops Chris off but we do not get an angle of that table in 303, so it's unclear if it's still there.

But I can tell you it's no longer there the next time we see that table. And pretty much every other time we are in that area.

So the ball is only there for the beginning of Buck figuring out he loves Chris like a parent, not enough to create a pattern, BUT, it is the beginning of a major arc for Buck. So something to look out for.

The next time basketball comes up in relation to Buck doesn't really involve Buck. It is during 404 when Chim and Albert are discussing the Daniel secret and the way Buck is unaware of this big secret that shaped his whole life. In the episode he finds that out. So, look, another major event in Buck's life having basketball smacked in the middle.

Once is an instance, twice is a coincidence, so let's keep going.

Next time we see a basketball is in 608. When Buck is babysitting Jee while madney house-hunts.

608 is not a particularly eventful episode for Buck, but the house-hunting leads to the Buckley visiting, which ends up being a key part of his coma dream, a bit of a stretch, but I'll keep it here for further consideration.

Then we get to 704. 608 might be a stretch, but this sure ain't. So basketballs seem to be tied world-altering arcs beginning for Buck somehow.

704 first references basketball when Buck mentions the pickup basketball game Eddie is going to with Tommy. That's not the beginning of Buck's jealousy, but it is the first time he says he's upset he's being "excluded" even tho Eddie keeps inviting him. But that is what starts Buck's escalation.

Which then leads us to the scene everyone misunderstood.

We still don't know who Eddie was talking to, since who is talking to is fully irrelevant, but it is kinda funny that Buck is desperately trying to get Eddie's attention.

The thing here is that the dialogue "I was thinking we should, we should get a hoop, huh?" is easy to misinterpret as Buck trying to invite himself to the game and not knowing the proper language for it, since "shoot some hoops" is a casual way to invite someone to play basketball. But we establish that Buck has a standing invitation, he just keeps saying no because he doesn't like it. He hates in fact, as stated twice in the show. Buck wants to get an actual hoop for the station so that Eddie doesn't have to go with Tommy to play it. Buck already has a ball, we saw it in the loft twice. He got a ball for the station and he wants to add a hoop to the recreational area of the station. They have pool tables, and ping pong tables, and the gym, not that far fetched to have a hoop too.

But that does not work in getting Eddie's attention, so Buck decides to ask Chim to go to the game with him, so he won't just show up.

That leads us to the actual basketball game.

I think the actual game is choreographed in a very fun way. Buck is getting really frustrated, but for me, it has 3 key points.

Buck slamming into Tommy.

This line.

And Buck slamming into Eddie. (I'm not gonna add a gif, I don't like to look at that particular event)

The thing that's interesting that Buck slamming into Tommy, is that Tommy doesn't move. Buck gets all the impact. It adds to the way Tommy is unbending. Tommy is not presented to us as someone who compromises, and that makes that visual of Buck ricocheting from his chest something that catches my eye. I feel like even 811 adds to it, because he only decided to come back when he thought that he had won by default.

"You ain't getting past me" is just one of the many crazy wording lines we've gotten since s7 started. It is true within the context of the scene, Buck in fact loses possession of the ball to Eddie, so he doesn't get past him, but in the overall picture of their relationship, there is no getting past Eddie for Buck. Eddie is it. And Buck can pout, and lie, and distract himself, and pretend to be fine all he wants, he can't fill Eddie's space in his life with something else.

Obviously, we then have the too aggressive block that makes them believe Buck broke Eddie('s leg). This part is interesting because it takes Buck a while to react. This is a person who clawed at the dirt for Eddie, who ran into gunfire for Eddie. The fact that he freezes says a lot. His emotions get away from him and his immediate reaction is to hide. He only reacts when they determine that Eddie's leg might, in fact, be broken and he offers to be the one to drive him, but he doesn't push once Tommy tells him not to. He gives into the instinct to hide. And that ultimately is the thing that triggers the biggest change in Buck's character arc, the bisexuality once Tommy shows up in his house. But interesting enough there aren't references to the actual game during that conversation.

But we are not done with the basketball of it all in 704. Because we have the conversation with Maddie.

Up to that point everyone is interpreting what happened as an accident. Trust me, as someone who's dislocated a couple of fingers and has permanent damage on my ankle and knee because of basketball, it's ridiculously easy to injure yourself or someone else on a basketball court. But that's the moment Buck admits he is jealous and acting out. That scene is important because Buck admits to it being about Eddie, before Tommy offers him an explanation that's easier to live with and allows him to project that into somewhere safe. But that scene is also important because we find out that Buck didn't actually break Eddie('s leg), he's just scared that his big feelings scared Eddie away. But ultimately we know that Eddie is physically unable to hold anything against Buck so that turns out fine. He always going to be able to come back from his acting out, as also shown in 809.

Basketball is then not brought up again until 806, the anniversary dinner that leads to Buck and Tommy breaking up.

Hey, look, another subtle what got Buck together with someone is part of what breaks them up.

Anyway, Buck hates basketball. Interesting to think that Tommy would think that's something Buck would enjoy, since it is an established fact that he doesn't like it. But this dinner ends up the beginning of the end. Again, basketball is involved in a major life change, since the breakup ends up extended in 811 and we get confirmation on who Tommy thinks is Buck's last. Interesting, right?

We then get Buck holding a basketball as he goes crazy on the potential renters in 809.

The ball appears at a very interesting point in the conversation because when confronted with a mother and her kids, it almost makes it seem like he is "guarding" Christopher's room. And he only has the ball when talking to the mother, the one person that he feels threatened the most. Almost as if the idea of another family there is the thing that bothers him the most.

It is also what triggers Eddie telling him to leave, which makes him overhear Eddie, which makes him act out, which makes him take over the lease which creates all the problems from 811 that will probably definitely eventually lead to Buck's feeling realization. Yay for basketballs present in Buck's triggers.

But if you think I'm reaching on blaming 809 for the events of 811. Fear not because that's not where the basketball ends.

But Buck can't sleep in the house, so Maddie tells Buck to make new friends and Buck, bless his heart, tries to make friends by bringing up stuff Eddie likes because what he likes is Eddie.

But hell, basketball is present when he asks Ravi for drinks and it all leads to Ravi leaving him with Tommy and Tommy calling him out on possibly having feelings for Eddie that definitely won't lead to Buck figuring out any big thing about himself, right? 👀

And we also get a possible confirmation of the fact that Buck did in fact take Eddie to that Lakers game. Because if there's one thing Evan Buckley will do is yap about Eddie.

Why are they using something Buck hates in these triggers? Well, that's the part I haven't figured out yet, but it is something that is present, so I will be on the lookout for it to come up again lol

That's all for today, if you read this I love you.

[maya1525]

SUCK ~ GUESS ~ F*CK 😋🍾

18+MDNI

Pairing✩࿐Fem!Reader X Satoru Gojo, Ryomen Sukuna, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori, Yuuta Okkotsu, Toge Inumaki, Kokichi Muta & Kamo Noritoshi

WARNINGS✩࿐unprotected vaginal sex, males take turns with Fem!Reader, choking, rough sex, male virginity loss, language, cream pie, group sex, cursed technique during sex

Word count✩࿐11k

BONUS✩࿐Someone loses his virginity to the reader in front of everyone. The reader gets fucked by two guys at once (both in her pussy), Sukuna awakens when Itadori’s turn is up, and the reader gets fucked in the air.

Summary✩࿐Fem!Reader has three minutes to suck one of our JJK men’s dicks blindfolded. Once her time is up she has to guess whose dick was in her mouth. If she guesses correctly, she gets to choose the position to get fucked in. If she guesses incorrectly, our gentlemen get to choose.

A/N✩࿐This is part 4 of my JJK series, reading the previous parts isn’t necessary (but it is appreciated) my works. I cut this fic down in parts if you want to skip to your favorite characters, their individual posts are linked to my works. When Sukuna speaks in Itadori’s mind, that will be in red.

I hope you enjoy the game I incorporated in this fic, it was fun to write! I’m planning on making another part! They’ll most likely be threeways or one-on-one time with the reader. Quick scroll down if you don’t want spoilers! The reader gets fucked in this order: Machine, blood guy, honored one, sacred treasure, guy with a lot of brothers, Malevolent Kitchen, salmon with his bestie.

“The game is quite simple.” Gojo stated in a matter-of-fact tone, “You’re going to be blindfolded and will have to guess which man's dick is in your mouth. If you guess incorrectly, the man gets to choose which position to fuck you in. If you guess correctly, then you get to choose the position. To keep things interesting, you’ll suck dick for three minutes and get fucked for seven.”

You nodded your understanding as you sat on the large and cushy futon in Gojo’s apartment. He had planned on fucking you alone tonight, but your boyfriends wanted in on the action, plus they thought it would be a good idea to invite two of their friends, Mechamaru and Noritoshi.

You felt your cheeks warm up with excitement, never in your life, you’ve felt so deeply desired before. Everyone’s eyes were on you, especially because you wore a revealing teddy one-piece. Satoru bought it for you, and it complimented your figure perfectly. He even put a stunning custom collar on you, with a diamond-covered ‘S’ on it.

You couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed to be this exposed in front of Noritoshi and Mechamaru. You were familiar with both of these men, but you were still getting used to human Mechamaru. Muta was on the leaner side compared to your boyfriends, he had sharp features and a large and noticeable scar on his upper cheek. While Kamo on the other hand always seemed like a strong and serious leader among his comrades. The thought that he yearned for you just as much as your boyfriends, made you wonder what he would be like when he fucked you. The thought made you anticipate his turn.

While you thought about those two men, your eyes were subconsciously drawn to both of them. Noritoshi sat on the far side of the sectional, his heated gaze stared you down hungrily. Beside him sat your boyfriend Megumi with a starved look in his midnight blue eyes. Next sat Itadori, he eyed you with such desperation, that it looked as if he was going to jump off the couch any second to get to you. Next to him sat Satoru smugly, his eyes gleamed playfully in your direction. Beside him was Muta, he eyed shyly with a faint blush on his face. To his left sat Yuuta and Inumaki, Toge was leaning into the couch comfortably, his violet-colored eyes sparkling over your stunning body with admiration and Yuuta had a similar look of awe on his face.

“Ok Y/n, I’m going to put this on you if you’re ready,” Satoru murmured, his gorgeous blue eyes gleaming down at you, while he wrapped his black blindfold around your eyes.

You were shocked at how you couldn’t even see small streams of light through it. You had always assumed that it was sheer fabric and that Gojo could slightly see through it, but you were mistaken. Satoru’s amazing Six Eyes technique is one to behold, he certainly is the strongest jujitsu sorcerer.

“OK, now that her eyes are covered, I’m going to hand each of you a playing card. Whoever draws the highest card gets to go first.” Satoru explained nonchalantly, as the sound of him shuffling the cards expertly made itself known in your ears.

After a short moment of listening to each man shift on the couch to get their card, Gojo spoke. “Now let’s reveal our cards.” You heard a few small sighs of excitement from some of the men, and you also heard some hisses of displeasure, assuming that they would have to wait a while until their turn.

Soon enough your ears picked up on the sound of someone coming towards you. You felt this man's warm hand gently caress your cheek. His fingers were nimble, could this be Inumaki? You quickly ruled out the guys you knew who had larger hands. You heard him fumble with his zipper as he struggled to lower his pants. He’s probably nervous… you thought.

You felt the head of his dick softly rub against your kissable lips. You decided to examine his cock with lips, as you brought your right hand up to his shaft. The girth of his dick wasn’t familiar. He seemed to have a very thick cock. You felt your pussy warm up with want at the width of this man’s shaft.

You grazed your lips along the left side of his penis. You managed to get a whiff of his scent, he smelt like clean clothes with a hint of light and airy cologne. His scent wasn’t any of your boyfriends… so you promptly ruled out Inumaki from your mind. Inumaki smelt fresh with a more detectable fragrant cologne.

You brought your mouth back to the tip of his dick and gave him a sweet and juicy kiss. You immediately felt the head of his cock ache towards you.

“Mmh-“ he whimpered from his throat. You could already taste his precum on the tip of your tongue. You greedily latched onto his thick and delicious rod. You sucked him off masterly, you made sure to lap your tongue on the underside of his cock in the process. You felt his fingers tangle into your hair impulsively.

“Ahh-“ he groaned quietly as he lost himself in the heavenly feeling of your mouth. He struggled to stay quiet and you were able to hear small barely audible moans escape from his lips.

He looked down at your beautiful face sucking his dick so perfectly, he’s never felt something so wonderful before. A faint blush crept across his face, it felt slightly embarrassing that he was experiencing this in front of his friends. The other males flashed him smirks and gave him slaps on the back of encouragement.

The way you moved your lips and tongue around his cock felt absolutely heavenly. He found it difficult to keep quiet with your hot mouth working on him.

Without meaning to, you whimpered onto his dick, due to the thought of how hot this situation may look. You couldn’t help but feel yourself dampen even more. You began to grow more impatient, you wanted this man to fuck you already. His small sighs and groans of delight didn’t help much either. It turned you on even more, you could tell he was trying his best to not make any noise, but your sinful mouth made that impossible. Suddenly you felt his hands lightly pull your face away from his rod.

“Has it been three minutes already?” You spoke out quietly.

“Yeah.” He whispered.

“So I’m guessing you’re… Mechamaru?” You questioned as you lowered Gojo’s blindfold from your eyes.

You were greeted by the pleasant sight of Kokichi standing above you with a desperate look on his face. His cheeks had a faint pink tint on them and it seemed like he couldn’t catch his breath.

You smiled up at him triumphantly, “Yes, I guessed it right!” You beamed up at him cutely as you rapidly guided Muta down to the couch. You maneuvered yourself so you sat on his lap, and he stammered underneath you nervously. You helped him unbutton his shirt and traced your dainty hands across his lean body. You didn’t want to embarrass him in front of the other guys, so you brought your mouth to his ear and whispered ever so quietly, “You’re a virgin aren’t you?”

Mechamaru gasped with surprise at your bold question, “Y-yeah…” he said softly through his teeth.

“Then I’ll ride you.” You murmured seductively as you licked the shell of his ear, causing him to quiver underneath you. You noticed his hands were respectfully at his sides, so you gently guided them to your waist. His fingers slightly fidgeted against the lacy fabric of your lingerie. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?” You muttered in his ear, while your hands trailed their way down his torso. You’ve never felt so dominant before and you were loving the power you had over him.

“No, I haven’t.” He exhaled, as his sharp brown eyes stared at you with an insatiable hunger.

With that being said you delicately pressed your lips against his. He froze up with shock as you kissed him. He didn’t move his lips against yours, and you noticed he was holding his breath. You tenderly kissed his upper lip so he could kiss your plump lower one. His mouth moved cautiously as he got used to the feeling of kissing. You brought your other hand to the back of his neck and tangled your slim fingers in his thin black hair.

Kokichi was ecstatic to share his first kiss with you. He admired your soft-spoken and gentle personality. He secretly thought that you were the most alluring girl he’d ever met. He felt a prick of insecurity because you had three boyfriends though. He wondered if his lack of experience would deter you. He feared that you were only kissing him out of pity.

On the other hand, you thought the opposite; when it came to romance you were typically the bottom. Now’s your chance to take the lead and corrupt this innocent man right in front of you. Your hand grabbed ahold of his thick rod and you rubbed the head of his dick against your clothed pussy lips. You enjoyed the friction of the head of his dick brushing against your clit. You were able to quickly feel his precum dampen your underwear from the outside.

“Will it even fit in there?” Muta questioned sincerely, with a genuine look of curiosity on his face.

You flashed him a mischievous smile as a wave of encouragement set flame in your veins. You swiftly pushed the fabric that covered your pussy lips to the side and lowered yourself onto his raging rod. He was one of the thickest dicks you’ve ever taken and he stretched you out almost painfully. Mechamaru let out a surprised groan, you felt his fingernails dig into your waist as your tight pussy enveloped him entirely.

“Fuck…” Muta hissed under his breath, you were incredibly tight and wet. Your juices soaked his dick once he was completely lodged inside of you.

“Mmm-Mechamaru…” You moaned out at the delicious feeling of his rod being wedged in your horny hole. The slight ache of his broad dick straining your cunt, quickly melted away into hot pleasure. You began to swivel your hips against his sexily, loving the feel of his dick jolting around inside of you.

You studied Kokichi’s handsome face as you ground yourself onto him. His narrowed brown eyes gleamed lustfully into yours. He clenched his jaw with focus as he began to instinctively hump his dick up into you. His hips moved sloppily due to his inexperience, but that didn’t bother you. You loved his enthusiasm and how he was visibly enjoying you.

Mechamaru was on cloud nine, he would have never dreamed of this ever happening; his whole life he knew nothing but pain and suffering. His previous disabled and broken body prevented him from having a comfortable life. Every day was agony and he knew he’d trade anything to just be normal; so when that miraculous opportunity made itself known to him, he accepted without hesitation.

Right now in this very moment, Mechamaru was fully relishing in you. You looked like a beautiful angel in his eyes, especially because you made him feel such amazing bliss. His gaze lowered to your glorious bouncing breasts as you hopped on his dick like a bunny. You noticed his wondering eyes and guided his hands to your squishy boobs with a seductive smile. He held them in awe as if they were the most precious things he’d ever had the experience of feeling. He leaned forward and crashed his lips against yours with heated passion. He was speechless at how incredible you felt, and he felt an unfamiliar urgency in his lower region. Was he about to cum?

Even though you were in a room full of other guys, and their starved eyes burned holes towards the both of you, they all melted away. You had your full attention on Mechamaru. The way he bullied his dick up inside of you made you whine uncontrollably. You had no idea that he could have such a girthy and appetizing cock. Muta gripped your hips firmly and began to bounce you on his dick while he pounded you ruthlessly.

You were taken aback by his sudden strength and power, which caused your pussy to leak all over his length. Kokichi felt you dampen tremendously while he took control, which made him quickly realize you enjoyed being manhandled.

“Oh, yes!” You moaned out in delight while Mechamaru fucked you good. Due to how saturated you were, his cock slid in and out of you scrumptiously. You lowered your mouth to his neck to leave little possessive marks on his flawless skin. You knew for a fact that you’d love to enjoy him again.

Kokichi couldn’t handle it anymore, you felt so inviting to his horny dick, and he burst deep inside of you and choked out a surprised moan. You felt his cock throb as he shot his first spurts of cum into your slippery walls.

“Mmh-Kay you two, it’s been seven minutes,” Satoru announced huskily from a few feet away. Reminding you that there were other men watching you two like hungry wolves and they were patiently waiting their turns.

You didn’t want to stop though, not till you came on his dick. But to your disappointment, you felt your body float off of his and back onto the futon. Mechamaru’s dick shown slick with a mixture of your arousal and his cum. His meaty rod rested tiredly on his thigh. You still wanted him to dick you down. You glared over at Gojo, whose glowing blue eyes gave his cursed technique away.

“Aww don’t look at me like that. The time limit makes things fair.” He chided as a handsome smirk danced across his face, “You’ll get dicked down soon enough.”

Your gaze lowered to the large and noticeable tent in your teacher's pants. You glanced back up to see him smile knowingly at you. He leaned over and brought his blindfold from around his neck back to cover your eyes. Having him so close to you, you were able to catch a whiff of his seductive scent, you secretly hoped that Satoru was the next guy who’d have a turn at you.

Once you were situated on the futon properly and blindfolded once more, you felt two strong hands guide your face forward. You felt the head of a hot and ready dick pressed against your lips. You instantly deep-throated this man, you wanted someone’s dick to fill you up already. You brought your hand down between your legs to pleasure yourself. Not being able to orgasm with Mechamaru made you desperate for release.

As soon as you felt his penis hit the back of your throat, a low and surprised groan escaped this man's lips. You felt his cock throb against your uvula, causing you to gag slightly. With your other hand, you trailed it up his clothed thigh and rested it on his firm hip bone. This man seemed to have a more muscular build, with well-defined abs. You then maneuvered your mouth off of his rod and down to his testicles. Your slick tongue lapped at his heavy balls, and you gently coaxed his right nut into your mouth to suckle on. From this position, you felt his lengthy dick pulsate against the left side of your face.

The man above you growled in pleasure, you felt his gruff hands pull at your hair tautly, causing tingles of pleasure to shoot up your spine. You switched over to his left nut and began to slurp his ball into your mouth. You playfully tickled his nut with your tongue, causing a muted hiss of satisfaction to come from the man above you. Once you were done making love to his balls, you sensually dragged your tongue all over his lengthy dick. The man above you tugged your hair with approval while you licked him like a popsicle. You felt him pull your face away from his crotch, making you realize it must have been three minutes already.

“Are you Megumi?” You questioned as you lowered Satoru’s blindfold.

“I’m afraid not.” Snarked Noritoshi with a mesmerized look in his eyes, his robes were opened messily as his long dick stood up proudly. “But thanks for the wrong guess gorgeous, now I can finally enjoy you the way I want.”

Without warning, he abruptly flipped you on your side and wedged his knee between your thighs, forcefully spreading your legs apart. This gave him a perfect view of your slick core. Noritoshi expertly flung your left leg over his broad shoulder, so your legs were opened at a ninety-degree angle. He hastily moved your panties aside and plunged his rod balls deep inside you. Being invaded so suddenly made you cry out in surprise, you instinctively arched your back and clawed at the plush futon below you. He filled you so deliciously, you could feel your pussy clench around his dick with red-hot desire.

Kamo plowed himself into you relentlessly, each thrust jolted your petite body roughly. Despite his harshness, your cunt enjoyed every second of him inside of you. You felt his hand grip your jaw so you were looking at him. He lowered his body closer to yours and pressed his lips against yours ravishingly. His tongue slithered against yours with passion, while his hand rested around your throat. He squeezed your airway lightly, making you gasp for air in his mouth.

Noritoshi pulled his face away from yours to look down at you slyly, his hand still firmly pressed against your neck. You looked so perfectly slutty in Kamo’s eyes. As he choked you, a strand of drool slipped from your plump lower lip. Your cheeks were flushed and your captivating eyes drew him in like a moth to a flame, he could grow addicted to you. He loved how innocent and angelic you were in public, but behind closed doors, you were such a seductive little vixen.

As Noritoshi fucked you aggressively, the other men who watched intently were growing more turned on. Without realizing it, you locked eyes with Fushiguro, who stared at the both of you with a burning look of desire in his midnight blue eyes. You knew that your boyfriend was on board with Kamo railing you, and the three of you were planning something special for next weekend.

Kamo rammed his cock into you with immense power, causing you to whimper out with ecstasy, earning your attention. “Mmh- Nori- ahh!” You cried out as his other hand snuck its way to your clit, rubbing it in fast little circles. Sparks of electric pleasure ran through your body at lightning speed.

“Say my name,” Noritoshi grunted in your ear as his dick continuously invaded you.

“N-Norito-shi!” You moaned as his cock hit that deep delectable spot inside of you. You couldn’t help but get lost in pure satisfaction. You felt your release bubbling up to the surface, Kamo’s persistent rod kept bullying his way into you without faltering. Noritoshi’s sharp gray eyes were clouded over with lust, and his black hair messily fell in front of his face. He normally kept his bangs wrapped in white fabric, but on this occasion, you were blessed to see him with his hair down. Sweat glistened on his exposed torso, making his body look as if he was glowing.

“Damn…” he hissed in your ear, “you’re going to make me cum fast.” He growled as the power behind his thrusts became more erratic.

A tsunami wave of ecstasy exploded within you and you released yourself all over his dick. Which sent Noritoshi over the edge, he made sure to shoot his load extra deep inside of you. Lost in passion he crashed his lips against yours. Your lips moved against his with hunger, while you felt his hands caress your body possessively. His dick pulsated against your welcoming walls as the final strands of his seed emptied into you. You enjoyed being this close to Kamo.

Suddenly, the alarm on a nearby phone went off, signaling that Noritoshi’s turn was up, just in time. He carefully removed his spent member from you and helped you up into the sitting position. You could feel the mixture of his and Mechamaru’s cum slip out of your used cunt.

Noritoshi closed his robes and sat back down next to Megumi while keeping his satisfied gaze on you. Fushiguro whispered some words of approval to his friend.

You obediently put the blindfold back over your eyes and anticipated for the next delicious cock to come up to your lips.

Soon enough, you heard the familiar sound of someone undoing their pants right in front of your face, and quickly after you felt the warm and firm feeling of a dick asking to enter your wet mouth. You obliged and greeted him with soft and sweet licks. You trailed your tongue all over him, making sure not to miss a single part of his shaft. You nuzzled your face down to his balls and guided them into your sultry mouth one at a time. While doing this, you could hear his quiet sighs of delight.

His dick seemed to feel hotter the more you worked on him. You brought your mouth to the head of his shaft and worked your way further onto him, the head of his penis hit the back of your throat rather quickly. You curiously brought your hand up his length to see how much more of him wasn’t able to fit in your mouth. You were surprised at this man's size, you could easily jerk him off into your mouth at his impressive length. He felt all too familiar…

You pulled yourself away from him and swiftly changed your position on the futon. Now your back was against the comfortable cushions, you angled your torso up slightly so you were able to rest on your elbows. You angled your head back and opened your mouth, as ready as ever. He’ll be able to fit down your throat easier now. This man eagerly inched his dick into your mouth and down your throat, now you were able to fit him entirely down your throat. Panic bubbled up inside of you, due to the lack of air you were able to take in. But you’ve done this before, and you knew you could handle it, so you calmed yourself and alternated between sucking and breathing.

He looked down at your sexy little body in approval. He could see the outline of his dick in your throat and it made the collar look even sluttier. To this man, your appearance was that of a magnificent goddess. Every time the two of you made eye contact, he’d hold his gaze slightly longer and secretly memorize every beautiful detail about you.

You felt his large hand caress your jaw and neck lovingly, but this was more like sweet torture due to his massive size. His fingers trailed down to the bulge of his penis in your throat, and then he fondled your tits teasingly. Earning a muffled sigh of delight to come from your throat and around his cock. Due to gravity, you could feel your drool drip from your mouth, to around your nose and onto the blindfold.

Suddenly the quiet and familiar sound of the alarm went off nearby. He reluctantly pulled himself out of your tight and pleasant throat. You could never forget a dick this size, you knew who exactly was in your mouth, “Satoru.” You croaked out hoarsely, due to your throat being stretched out.

You felt warm fingers lower his blindfold from your eyes, and you were greeted by Gojo’s charming smile, “You guessed it. Now how do you wanna take your prize?”

“I want you to fuck me in the air.” A split second of surprise flashed across your teacher's face but was quickly covered by a hungry smile.

“As you wish.”

With that being said, you were immediately floating in the air alongside Gojo. The both of you hovered over the futon so that everyone could see what he’d do to you. He pulled you into his broad chest and guided your body over his lower region. You were able to feel his sprung dick press against your slick cunt. He hastily removed his shirt and smashed his lips onto yours. His tongue teased yours while you felt his hands grip your waist securely.

“I wish I had more time to tease and enjoy you, but we’ll have to make this a bit brief.” Satoru groaned into your ear as he burrowed his extra large dick in your pussy.

Being claimed so suddenly made you moan out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Ahh- I missed you!” You blurted, causing you to blush at your confession.

Gojo smirked slyly at the hot and bothered expression you wore, “Mmh, that’s a good girl, missing daddy’s dick, like you’re supposed to.”

Satoru smiled at you wickedly, while he effortlessly bounced you on his rod with such brutal force. Each time his cock was fully inside you, small whimpers and moans would be forced out of your lips. Your adorable pleas rang like music in Gojo’s ears, he relished in the fact of fucking you so scrumptiously in front of the other guys. As a matter of fact, why not put on a show?

Gojo briskly flipped you around, and now you were facing all of the other males in the room. You heard him reach into his pocket and to your shock he attached a leash to the collar he gave you. He pulled the leash taught so your airway was slightly constricted. Satoru’s speed and force increased as he pounded himself deep inside you. Each stroke of his cock sent waves of ecstasy throughout your body, you felt drunk off his dick.

Everyone got a more than perfect view of their teacher's exceptionally lengthy rod, stretching out your wet little snatch. It was an incredible sight to behold. Sure enough, you noticed that each male had sprung and horny dicks, pleading to leave the confines of their pants. Even Mechamaru and Noritoshi were hard again.

Gojo sneakily brought his right hand down to your crotch and began to rub your clit in an overstimulating way. Your body melted at his touch and your pussy dampened uncontrollably, as if a pipe had sprung a leak.

“You’re such a little slut, getting so wet for me while I fuck you in front of your boyfriends. That turn you on, babe?” Satoru murmured in the crook of your neck, then biting down gently. His sultry mouth on your sensitive skin caused you to arch your back with ecstasy. His teasing fingers on your clit, became too much to handle. You were pushed over the edge and drenched his dick in your release as a heavenly moan spilled from your lips.

“Mmh, yeah cum for me baby,” Gojo growled lowly, he could feel his orgasm coming on. Each thrust of his dick felt more powerful than the last, he lost himself in your tight and slippery cunt. His cum erupted inside of you vigorously, you were able to feel the copious amount of liquid shoot into abundantly. He bounced you on his dick, making sure to milk every drop out of him.

A nearby timer went off, notifying both of you that Satoru’s turn was up. Gojo sighed and popped his dick out of you, as soon as he exited your pussy, you immediately felt empty without him. To your surprise, none of your teacher's seed spilled from you, he must’ve shot his load extra deep in you.

Satoru lowered you down to the futon with his technique and helped cover your eyes with his blindfold. He sat himself back on the couch with a lazy smile on his face. Damn, he could never get tired of you.

You then sense the presence of another male standing in front of you. The familiar sound of undoing his pants in front of your face made itself known. He set both of his hands on each side of your face, as he thrust his hips forward. You opened your mouth obediently and felt his hard dick slip into your mouth and down your throat. The sudden feeling of him that deep in you, caused you to gag a little bit, but you still sucked him off hungrily.

He gently pumped his hips against your mouth, and you submissively held still while he face fucked you. You had a strong feeling that tomorrow you won’t have a voice. He tugged on your leash, causing you to slightly choke around him. He briefly removed himself from your slippery mouth to give you a little breather. In return, you softly sucked the tip of his dick. You swiveled your tongue around his sensitive head while jacking him off with your right hand.

You then opened your mouth up wide and let him pump his dick down your throat. Your jaw ached slightly, but you obediently kept your mouth open for him. With the leash still pulled tight, he fucked his hips against your face harshly.

The other men who sat on the couch watched as he face fucked you brutally. You were constantly choking and gagging on him, and they were amazed that you let him treat you so harshly. You were certainly well-trained. The man’s eyes rolled to the back of his head in sick pleasure, if he kept going he’d finish in your mouth.

This man then pulled himself from your mouth to give you a little break, you leaned forward and kissed his shaft softly. Your kisses trailed from the head of his penis to the base. All while you left juicy kisses on him, you were able to feel his dick ache towards you with want.

Suddenly the timer went off, you were too busy leaving kisses on his cock to think of who this person is. “Umm, Itadori?” You croaked out with uncertainty as you brought the blindfold down. You locked eyes with your boyfriend Megumi.

“Sorry sweetie, but that's a wrong guess. Now go straddle Inumaki and Yuuta. I wanna fuck you overtop them.” Fushiguro stated nonchalantly, as he helped you up off the futon. You couldn’t help but blush at your boyfriend’s request, it seemed almost mean to tease them like that. Nonetheless, they were your boyfriends too and you were curious about how this was going to play out.

You settled yourself so Yuuta’s left leg and Toge’s right were between your thighs, the both of them eyed you longingly. Hopefully, soon it’ll be their turn, it looked as if Yuuta couldn’t wait any longer. You felt Megumi fondle your ass with approval as he placed the head of his dick at your moist entrance. Without delay, he pressed his hips against your bubbly ass cheeks. His cock was angled into your pussy in the most delectable way, a needy whine escaped your lips in response. Moaning so cutely while looking at Toge made him want to snatch you from Megumi’s grasp.

Fushiguro leaned close from behind and whispered in your ear, “Go on, kiss them.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice, you immediately sent your lips crashing down against Yuuta’s while you tangled your fingers in Inumaki’s platinum locks lovingly. Yuuta kissed you back with so much affection, he needed you then and there, but he’ll have to wait his turn like everyone else. His lips moved passionately against yours, while Fushiguro set into a steady rhythm of plowing his veiny rod into you. Each thrust caused you to lurch forward, making it a little hard to keep yourself steady. You found yourself hanging onto Yuuta’s shoulder for balance. You then switched over to Inumaki, whose violet-colored eyes grazed over you friskily. His lips collided with yours hotly. You felt Toge’s hand sneak way onto your thigh and began to tease his nimble fingers on your soft skin.

Fushiguro burrowed his dick into you so perfectly, he placed both of his hands on your slim waist to keep you steady. Every time his hips met your cheeks, loud clapping sounds would echo through the room lewdly. You couldn’t help but moan wantonly, you were loving the fact that you were able to enjoy all three of your boyfriends at the same time. Okkotsu guided your face back to his, he desired your attention. Your lips tangled with his seductively, while you felt his left hand rest on your hip, right below Megumi’s hand.

“I think their dicks need a little love,” Fushiguro grunted out from behind you. You hastily tried to undo the button on Yuuta’s pants, but doing it one with one hand was a little tricky. You felt him smile against your lips and helped you out, soon enough his hard and needy dick sprang free from its confines. You quickly brought your other hand down to Inumaki’s pants, and he helped you unbutton them as well.

You brought your palm up to your mouth to lick it for the extra lubricant and then did the same to your other hand. With Fushiguro holding you securely, you no longer need to grip Yuuta for stability. Your soft hands gripped both of your boyfriends' hot and eager cocks. You pumped them in union and admired the flushed looks they shared. Inumaki thrust his hips toward your hand instinctively, while Yuuta shuddered with delight.

You completely forgot that you still had the leash on, until Inumaki gently tugged on it, in order to have you kiss him again. He pulled you close and the both of your tongues wrestled with each other. You pumped your hands on their shafts with more desperation, you heard Yuuta moan softly in response. Fushiguro then reached forward and took the leash from Inumaki, he yanked it harshly causing your airway to close up. His thrusts became more powerful and his dick slid into you scrumptiously. You felt him bite down on your shoulder possessively, knowing that he would leave a nasty mark.

You couldn’t breathe, but you didn’t care. Even though you were suffocating, the pleasure you felt from Fushiguro’s heavenly dick made you drunk on ecstasy. Inumaki took his hand from your thigh to your sensitive clit, he knew exactly how to touch you. His sneaky fingers rubbed your clit at electric speed, making you cry out helplessly. Yuuta placed his hand on your plump breast, squeezing it softly. He teased your pebbled nipples, as they shook vigorously from every thrust. Sparks of hot bliss shook you to your core, you knew you couldn’t last any longer due to the overstimulation.

You were quickly losing feeling in both your hands due to the lack of oxygen, but Megumi was almost there. He clutched the leash tightly while he pounded you ruthlessly. It was sweet, sweet torture, and you couldn’t handle it anymore. The combination of Inumaki’s teasing fingers, Yuuta’s sweet caresses, and Megumi’s constant penetration. You quickly fell victim to your third orgasm.

Your slick juices coated Fushiguro’s rod tastily, giving him more lubricant to plow you with extra force. He came hard and fast, shooting his milky liquid into your pulsating pussy. As soon as he released himself in you, he let go of the leash, and finally, you could breathe again. You gasped for air greedily, taking it in as if you weren’t going to have another chance.

Right on cue, the timer went off. Fushiguro pulled himself out of your comfortable warmth and helped you off Inumaki and Okkotsu. Your cunt leaked cum all over both men’s pants as Megumi guided you off of them and back to the futon.

Your legs felt weak and your cunt was a hot and sticky mess, but you only had three guys left. You can push through a little bit longer, you’re more than halfway there! You sat on the comfy cushions and lazily put your blindfold back on.

You heard someone come near your face and hastily brought the tip of his dick to your soft lips. You gave his cock a loving kiss and welcomed him in your mouth sweetly. You slurped him hungrily and made sure to swivel your tongue all over his rod. You were able to taste his precum leaking from his tip. So you lapped it up like a hungry kitten. Your ears picked up on a faint groan of delight from the man above you. You couldn’t tell if it was Yuuta or Itadori though. You beckoned him down your throat expertly, earning another sigh of satisfaction.

You held him lodged in your throat briefly, and then you pulled him out and sucked him sweetly. With your free hand, you simultaneously jerked him off in your mouth as you slurped on his rod. Then you burrowed him down your throat again.

This man carefully cupped your face in his hands while you deep-throated him. You removed yourself from his horny dick and traced your tongue all over him seductively. You licked him like a lollipop, making sure to coat him up in your saliva. You even made sure to give his balls a good licking. His slick dick arched yearningly against your cheek while you worked your tongue on his nuts.

He was rendered speechless at the sight before him. You sucked, licked, and kissed him so perfectly. He wanted to pull you off his dick and immediately return the favor.

Then the timer went off, getting your attention. You felt him step away from you, leaving your face a wet mess. It wouldn’t hurt to guess him again, soon enough you’d be bound to get it right, “Yuji?” You asked while you felt him lower the fabric from your eyes.

“Correct!” Itadori beamed down at you with a playful smile, the way his lips curved upward was contagious, and you couldn’t help but grin back. He pulled his shirt off and threw it to the side casually.

“Can you fuck me while I lay down? I’m feeling a bit tired.” You asked smoothly, batting your pretty eyelashes up at the pink-haired man.

“Of course, baby! Let me take care of you.” He hummed as he guided you onto your back. Your legs dangled off the edge of its cushions and Itadori kneeled between your thighs. His warm brown eyes gleamed at you dreamily. He rubbed the head of his dick against your slippery entrance, then he slowly inserted himself into you. Even though you were already turned on and ready to go, his gentle approach melted your heart. Once he was fully inside you, he paused and groaned out in sick pleasure. “Ohh… you’re so fucking wet.”

Itadori placed both of his hands on your plump breasts and faintly groped them. He softly moved his dick in and out of you, but quickly became impatient. “C-can I fuck you rough?” He muttered pleadingly through his narrowed eyebrows, he was clearly holding himself back. Itadori saw how aggressive Megumi was with you, but he didn’t want to overstep his boundaries.

You smiled wryly at him, “What if I said no? And you had to go slow and gentle?” You teased with an arched brow.

That fucking tease, let me have her right now.

Demanded Sukuna in Yuji’s head, but Itadori ignored him and shoved Ryomen to the back of his mind.

“Then I’d respect that, I’ll treat you like a delicate flower if that’s what you wanted,” Itadori murmured while leaning forward to kiss you faintly. “But it would be so hard to restrain myself, especially from you.”

With that being said, your pussy automatically clenched around him desperately. Feeling that, Yuji flashed you a smug grin, “I think I know what you want.”

“Oh yeah?” You said with an aroused look on your face.

“Yeah,” Itadori smirked while brutally plowing his rod into your cunt, earning a sexy moan from you. “You want me to dick you down good, that’s what- you want.” He shoved his cock into you again, this time extra deep.

“Mmm hmm.” You whined while wrapping your legs around his toned waist.

You didn’t have to tell Itadori twice. It was as if a switch went off and he rabidly pumped himself into you like a wild animal. Moans fell from your lips with every thrust, Itadori leaned down and made out with you ravishingly. You loved how special he made you feel.

You instinctively clutched onto his shoulders as he railed you, knowing that you’d leave faint scratches on his skin. “Oh, Yuji!” You whined as he brought his hot mouth down to the crook of your neck. You sucked on his skin hungrily.

You forgot how powerful Itadori was, each time he collided his hips against yours, your whole body would ride up the futon. Eventually, your head dangled off the edge due to Yuji’s mighty thrusts. While writhing in pleasure, you accidentally made eye contact with Satoru. Your teacher observed you both with a lustful look in his eye. Yuji is finally getting a piece of the action he thought humorously.

Yuji then grabbed ahold of your slim waist and dragged you back down hastily. He put his hands back on your boobs as if they belonged there and continued to plow himself into you. With each mighty thrust, he would gasp quietly for air. Which fired you up even more, his little sighs were just too hot.

Itadori looked at you with such admiration, as sweat shone on his face. You’re just so incredibly gorgeous and to top it off you had a beautiful body. He adored your sweet personality and how you interact with others. After this, he plans on asking your boyfriends if he could be the fourth.

Fuck, asking those weaklings if you could be her boyfriend. Just take her for yourself you pussy.

Itadori ignored Sukuna’s. He needs to focus on cumming soon, otherwise, his turn will be up before he knows it. He pounded into you with a sense of urgency now, making sure to hit that pleasurable spot up inside you. Small cries of delight came from your lips as you pulled him closer and kissed him feverishly.

“Cum in me.” You murmured against his hot mouth.

Those words alone sent Itadori over the edge and he pumped himself into you a few rough times before losing it. As his dick hit your G-spot, you came in union with him. Both of you shuddered in pleasure as you covered his rod with your release. He shot his clear sticky liquid into you profusely, you could feel his length twitch while he emptied himself inside you.

Right on cue, the timer went off and Itadori pulled his head from the crook of your neck. You looked up at him contently; but right before your eyes, Yuji’s kind brown eyes gleamed a ferocious red. Tattoos formed on his face and shoulders and the energy in the room shifted into an all too dark and familiar one.

“S-Sukuna.” You were pinned underneath him and had nowhere to go, you felt like cornered prey.

“I’m back for more darling.” Ryomen purred lowly, he then licked the shell of your ear seductively. Being so close to the King of Curses, caused your entire body to shiver with fear.

All the other males who sat on the couch watching this ordeal unfold before them jumped up and were ready to defend you.

“Get off- ahh.” Inumaki’s cursed speech was a futile attempt against the King of Curses. All Sukuna did was shoot your boyfriend a glare and Toge started coughing up blood.

“No, don’t hurt them!” You cried out from underneath Sukuna’s ripped body.

Ryomen looked down at you cockily, “Oh? And what if I do-“

“You won’t be able to.” Interrupted Satoru. “Cause, I’ll end you. Right here, right now.” He warned venomously.

Sukuna whirled his head to look at Satoru with a challenging smile, “Calm down Honored One,” he sneered, “I was only joking. I’m just here to have some fun with the girl. I’ll let the brat take over once my seven minutes are up, got it?”

“Only if it’s ok with Y/n.” Gojo retorted with his arms crossed.

Ryomen looked down at you with a sadistic smirk, “What do you say Y/n? Wanna enjoy me sober this time?”

You quivered nervously underneath him, the night you shared with Itadori and Sukuna was a hazy one. You were heavily intoxicated and can only recall bits and pieces of what happened. You remember getting fucked rough by Sukuna in the bathroom. You recall enjoying it, even though he was incredibly scary. The encounter was a bit fragmented though… but then again, the following day you woke with brutal scratches and bite marks all over your body. Which Inumaki was not a fan of and he told your other boyfriends in the group chat that he didn’t Yuji near you ever again.

Despite the drama, Itadori was given permission to come and to strictly keep Sukuna at bay. But it seemed that was out of his control…

“You have my permission. Only if you don’t make me bleed.” You stated trying to sound stern, but your voice wavered with fear.

“Deal,” Sukuna said with a sharp-toothed smile.

Gojo’s glowing blue eyes looked at Sukuna coldly, “Very well, your timer starts now.”

“Excellent. Now let’s get this shit off of you.” Ryomen grunted while aggressively ripping off the one-piece teddy you wore. He tossed the dainty fabric to the floor, “I’ll keep the collar on you, just because it has an ‘S’ for Sukuna.” He said lowly, while Satoru rolled his eyes to himself.

Ryomen lowered his hot mouth down to your neck. Being so close to this malicious curse felt wrong and your body instinctively squirmed with panic. His hot mouth bit down on your neck and sucked roughly, he was claiming you as his in front of everyone. Sukuna maintained his gaze toward your boyfriends while marking you, daring them to challenge him. He made sure not to break your fragile skin, his large hands clasped themselves in yours possessively. He pinned both of your hands above your head and pulled away to admire the conflicted and flustered look on your face.

Ryomen could tell that you were noticeably shaken by terror, and the look of fear in your gorgeous eyes made his cock ache for you. “It’s ok to be scared in my presence, you have every right to be.” He taunted while keeping his ferocious gaze on your pretty face, he clasped both of your wrists in his left hand and brought his right hand down to your chin. He cupped your face gruffly and forcefully placed his lips on yours. His kiss felt incredibly intense, and the hair on the back of your neck stood up. This was so wrong, but it felt as if your body was getting drawn to his darkness. You involuntarily fell under his spell and kissed him back hotly.

Knowing that Gojo was here and moderating the situation helped ease your nerves, “Yeah, just surrender to me.” Sukuna growled against your lips while you felt the tip of his girthy dick deliciously rub against your entrance. A small mewl fell from your lips and into Ryomen’s mouth, he smirked cockily. “Good girl.” With that being said, he rammed himself into you greedily.

“Ahh!” You screamed out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, you tried to rip your hands out of his grasp and crawl away, but he held you firmly.

“Mmh, don’t think you can go anywhere…” Sukuna growled menacingly. You were able to feel his dick twitch inside of you with delight. He stretched you out similarly to Gojo’s dick, but it was the sheer and brutal force behind Sukuna’s thrust, that made it sting. “Now, let’s show them who you belong to.”

In a flash; he stood you up, turned you around, and bent you over. His hands roughly gripped the slim of your waist and he bullied his monstrous cock inside your slick cunt. He vigorously pounded himself into you, each thrust had incredible tenacity behind it. Despite his roughness, your pussy squelched around him in satisfaction. “That’s my little slut, I knew you missed me,” Sukuna grunted out from behind you.

He lifted your waist in the air and walked over to Noritoshi. He practically railed you over top of him, you felt him grab your hair harshly and force you to look into Kamo’s slate-gray eyes. “Tell him you love my dick.”

Your cheeks flushed at his demand, “That’s mean. I- ohh…” Sukuna deliberately came in contact with your g-spot, “shouldn’t.” You finished your sentence with a breathy sigh.

“Don’t care.” He hissed in your ear, “Do. It.” Ryomen ordered as he viscously pumped himself into you.

You shook your head in retaliation, “No…” you whimpered meekly.

“Defying me will get you nowhere. Perhaps, you need a little inspiration.” At lightning speed, Sukuna’s muscular hand aggressively gripped Noritoshi’s throat.

Kamo was taken aback by the massive wave of dark energy coming off the curse in front of him. Having his hand grip Noritoshi’s throat, there was nothing he could do but freeze. His muscles were at a standstill still even though he wanted to fight back.

“Stop it!” You cried, bringing both of your hands up to Sukuna’s forearm. But he gruffly grabbed your thin wrists and pinned them behind your back.

“Say it, and I’ll stop.” Grunted Sukuna as he continued to push himself into you.

Kamo couldn’t breathe and he hated that his body wouldn’t let him fight back. All he was able to do was stare at your fear-stricken face as the King of Curses claimed your body as his.

“I-I love his dick.” You muttered under your breath, not looking at Kamo, as your body jolted from every thrust.

“No! Say it right. Say my name.” Sukuna threatened you, squeezing your wrists and Kamo’s neck forcefully.

“Ow!” You whined in response to the sharp pain, “OK! I love your dick Sukuna!” You moaned out and just as he promised, he briskly let go of Noritoshi’s throat. Kamo gasped in air immediately, he wanted to detest him, but his soul and body knew better than to provoke Ryomen Sukuna.

“Way to go! Now was that so hard?” The curse cooed against the back of your neck in approval, “Now let’s do the same thing to each of these weaklings.”

Before you could respond, Ryomen brought you over to Megumi, who was glaring daggers at Sukuna. The King of Curses paid no mind to him and continued to blow your back out over the top of your boyfriend. “Tell him you belong to me.”

“But he’s my boyfriend… ahh!” You cried out in hot sick pleasure as Sukuna deliberately fucked you at a faster speed.

“Say it. Unless you want him to suffocate too.” Ryomen barked sternly while leaning forward to leave a fat hickey on your shoulder, purposely overtop Megumi’s. You squirmed with pleasure underneath his molten mouth.

You didn’t want Sukuna to harm Fushiguro so you obediently said, “I belong to Sukuna-ahh!” You cried out in bliss. Why did his dick have to hit all the right places inside of you? You found it hard to be mad at the monster, because of how good he made you feel.

Despite the harsh words Sukuna was forcing you to say, Fushiguro couldn’t help but love how adorably horny you looked. Your boyfriend simply looked at you with a small smirk on his face and knew that you’d apologize and make up for it back home. He tried to lean forward to give you a reassuring kiss, but Ryomen harshly ripped you out of Fushiguro’s grasp. You were now hovering over Satoru, who couldn’t help but admire the fucked-out-look on your alluring face.

“Tell him my dick is superior,” Sukuna smirked at Gojo over your petite body. Satoru cockily rolled his eyes at his words, that was obviously a lie.

Getting railed so pleasurably made your brain go foggy, you felt as if you needed to please the Sukuna. You were his little slut now and did what the King of Curses wanted. “Sukuna’s dick is… mmh. Superior. Kiss me…” You were able to feel your fourth orgasm bubbling up inside you, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to last any longer. Satoru smiled at your request and kissed you passionately, his hand cupped your chin lovingly. But before you knew it your body was bouncing in front of Mechamaru.

Kokichi wasn’t a fan of this public display of degradation, but calming the noticeable hard-on in his pants was out of his control. He couldn’t help but get turned on while watching you take Sukuna’s dick so perfectly.

“Tell him my dick feels better.” Sukuna groaned in your ear, enjoying the way your pussy sucked him in effortlessly.

“Sukuna’s dick feels better.” You whimpered overtop of Muta, while your pleading eyes met his. Kokichi couldn’t help but blatantly check you out while having your petite naked body so close to his. Having his cock in you felt so long ago, and he wanted to have another go at you.

Up next was your sweet Yuuta. He was worried about you at first, but after realizing that you were enjoying Ryomen’s length, he was content with watching your pretty face contort with pleasure. While observing this scenario unfold, he too struggled to calm his boner.

“Tell him my dick is all you need.”

“Sukuna’s dick is all I need… mmh yeah.” You gasped out in ecstasy, Sukuna bounced you on his cock scrumptiously, and everyone was able to hear how noticeably wet you were, and that shifted the energy in the room back to how it was earlier. The hostility toward Ryomen was long forgotten and the other males enjoyed the show he put on with you.

Yuuta’s gaze met yours lovingly, “You’re so pretty.” He cooed with approval.

Lastly, you could barely hold yourself up in front of Inumaki, Sukuna released your hands and you pulled in your boyfriend for a heated kiss. “Tell him you only want my cum in you.”

“I only want Sukuna’s cum in me.” You whined under your breath, and speaking of, “Just make me cum already.”

“Oh? What makes you think you can give me orders?” Ryomen sneered from behind you, giving your ass a brutal slap. You cried out in a mixture of pain and enticement. He knew that he was pushing on seven minutes real quick. It was time to finish. His hands gripped your waist securely while he ruthlessly smashed himself into you. You were beyond exhausted and found yourself falling victim to gravity. Sukuna picked up on this and hoisted you up, so your feet weren’t even on the ground. Each powerful thrust sent his dick bullying against your cervix, making you cry out. Inumaki pressed his lips against yours tantalizingly while Sukuna demolished you aggressively. You couldn't hold it back any longer, and drenched Ryomen’s rod with your cum.

“Your pussy is too fucking perfect… you’re mine.” Groaned Sukuna as he emptied himself nice and deep inside of you.

Your lips were glued on your boyfriends, while you felt Sukuna’s dick shoot his continuous strands of seed in you. He twirled you around with his cock still lodged up inside you and pulled you close to his chest. He pressed his lips against yours passionately, “If you need a good fucking, you know where to f-“

Suddenly, the timer went off, and Sukuna’s fiery red gaze transitioned to Yuji’s soft brown one, just as promised.

“Oh, sorry about Sukuna. I have a hard time reining him in whenever I’m around you.” Itadori admitted sheepishly, running his hand through his pink hair. “I’m just glad he didn’t hurt you.” Yuji gave you a gentle hug and then pulled his spent member from your damp core. As soon as he pulled out a few streams of clear cum came running down your thighs.

You could barely stand, so Itadori swooped you up and gingerly set you down on the futon. He helped you put the blindfold back on. You smiled at his gentle treatment toward you. Now there are only two guys left, Toge and Yuuta.

You then felt something hot press against your left cheek, and as you turned to try and put it in your mouth you felt another dick poke your right cheek. Surprise caught you off guard, both? At the same time? Maybe they drew the same number card. That was all you could logically conclude in your hazy brain.

You decided to alternate sucking both of your boyfriends' dicks, first the one on the left. You kissed his entire length lovingly while you softly pumped the other cock in your right hand. Your wet mouth enveloped the rod on your left briefly. You held him in your throat for a bit, knowing that it would feel pleasurable. You quickly switched hands and gave the same type of treatment to the dick on the right. You trailed featherlight kisses up and down his dick. Then you beckoned him down your throat, knowing that he’ll enjoy the wet squeeze. Once both cocks were saturated with your saliva, you jerked them off simultaneously. As you pumped them, you brought their tips to your lips. You were able to taste their salty precum drip onto your tongue.

The other men in the room couldn’t help but get even more fired up at what was going on right before their eyes. Yuuta and Inumaki exchanged heated glances with each other while your hot mouth worshiped them at the same time. Yuuta was on the left and Toge on the right, each man had a fist full of your hair gripped tightly.

You dragged your tongue across them both in the most sensational way, earning a muted moan to come from the back of Toge’s throat. Despite being fucked out, you were excited to enjoy Inumaki and Yuuta at the same time. You forced the dick on your left to go down your throat once more, and as you did a small sigh escaped his lips. You then switched to the cock on your right, guiding him down your throat with your tongue. You felt him pull your hair tautly, earning a gurgled moan of excitement to come from the back of your throat.

Just then, the timer went off and it was time to guess. Due to the process of elimination, “Yuuta and Inumaki.” You said confidently while lowering your blindfold. Your hazy eyes were greeted by both of your boyfriends standing over you with their sprung and slick dicks in your face. They eyed you longingly and were ready for action.

“So how do you want to take us?” Yuuta asked with a lustful look in his dark eyes.

“I wanna enjoy you in me at the same time.” You sighed, leaning back on the futon seductively. “Yuuta, sit down on the couch.” You instructed, with a perverted idea in your head.

Your black-haired boyfriend did what he was told and sat beside Muta. “Then Inumaki, get on top and face him. Then I’ll sit on you both.” You smiled with a playful glint in your eye.

Toge obeyed your command and settled himself on Yuuta’s lap. You made your way over to them and spun around so you could face your sweet Inumaki. Your dripping pussy hovered over Toge’s dick, but Yuuta had the head of his cock at your ass. You wanted them both in your cunt, so you snuck your hand down and guided his rod up to Inumaki’s so that they were touching. Both men shuddered at the taboo feeling, you couldn’t help but adore the flustered look on Toge’s face. His violet-colored eyes looked at you with deep desire.

You were too caught up in the moment and slipped down onto both dicks entirely. Having both cocks up your pussy felt incredibly hot, you felt a slight sting to being stretched out, but you pushed it aside and focused on having a good time with your boyfriends instead.

“Mmm, you’re too tight.” Whimpered Yuuta from behind you, you felt him lean forward and kiss your shoulders and caress your waist lovingly. You held onto Inumaki for stability while you slowly moved your hips for more friction.

Both men groaned out in pleasure while you ground yourself on them, this caused their dick’s to rub against each other in such an amazing way. Your pussy was incredibly damp due to your arousal mixed with the other men’s cum. Unfortunately, your body was spent, and your thighs burned from Sukuna railing you on your feet earlier. Most of the energy you had was spent on the other men.

You brought your lips to Inumaki’s and kissed him feverishly, “My legs are tired, can you and Yuuta take control?” You asked sweetly.

“Shake,” Toge said affirmatively, he then secured his hands around your waist while Yuuta did the same. Both men lifted you together and then dropped you back down onto their cocks. Feeling them slide back into you sent shivers of delight to run down all of your spines.

“Oh, yes!” You moaned out in adoration, you accidentally cast your gaze past Toge and to Megumi who sat diagonal from you guys. Fushiguro eyed you with acceptance while he and Kamo chatted nonchalantly. You glanced over at Noritoshi, who had a more hungry look on his face. Yuji stared your way with a captivated look in his eyes. While Satoru, leaned back on the couch comfortably, keeping his brilliant blue eyes on you. You amazed him at how skilled you were at taking their dicks. Muta who sat beside Yuuta, had a flushed look on his face, especially because of how close he was to the action. He felt a small sting of jealousy and wanted to be one of the guys inside of you.

You felt Yuuta sneak his hands up your torso and grab ahold of your soft and bouncy breasts. He always loved feeling your boobs. Whenever the two of you would cuddle he’d find a way to hold them sweetly. Both men continued to pump into you simultaneously, each thrust more powerful than the last. You found yourself lost in Inumaki’s captivating gaze, he drew you in almost hypnotically.

“Mmh, both of you feel… so… good.” You whined out between their synced thrusts.

Inumaki felt that he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. The combination of your slick and tight heat alongside the friction against Yuuta’s dick inside you, was more than heavenly. He pulled you closer and crashed his lips against yours passionately. Toge brought one of his hands up to your hair and gently tugged your luscious locks to deepen the kiss.

Yuuta was in love with how amazing you felt; so saturated and tight, he could stay here forever if you let him. The unique sensation of his lengthy rod rubbing against his friend Inumaki’s was just as pleasurable. He felt honored that he was able to share you so intimately with his best friend. Each time Yuuta shoved his dick into you while Inumaki did, he could tell that he was going to bust soon.

“Inumaki, I don’t think- ahh I can last any longer.” Yuuta groaned out anxiously, sure enough, their timer would be up soon.

“Shake-“ Toge shuddered, his eyebrows narrowed in concentration as he continuously shoved himself inside you.

Yuuta and Toge began to plow you down onto their hot dicks with incredible force. Your pussy couldn’t take any more of it, and you weren’t sure if you were able to cum again. All you could do was whine and babble uncontrollably while they shared you.

“So… mmh. Keep going! Ahh…” you sputtered out, lost in pure ecstasy.

Suddenly, the timer went off, but it fell silent to you three. “Cum.” Inumaki stated while he and Yuuta pushed themselves balls deep in you.

Your forced orgasm hit you hard and your pussy pulsated around both rods inside you. You felt your release drench their dicks in the most appetizing way. Yuuta and Toge released themselves in vigorous squirts, each man held you close to them as they rode out their waves of pleasure. Their cum mixed as one, as they shot their streams of milky liquid into you.

They held you for a brief moment, letting you catch your breath as they did the same. You felt like a limp rag doll and exhaustion quickly overwhelmed you. You tried to maneuver yourself off of your boyfriends, but it felt as if your legs were jello.

Satoru picked up on that and swiftly pulled you up and off of them. Once he did a waterfall of everyone’s cum fell down your thighs, it felt hot and sticky. There was such an abundant amount of release in you that when Gojo carried you down, you heard a few splats fall onto his marble floor. He set you on his lap and draped your tired legs off onto Yuji.

Inumaki removed himself from Yuuta’s lap and began to wipe himself off with Gojo’s blue complimentary towel.

“You’ve got me captivated more than you can imagine,” Satoru murmured against your forehead.

You smiled hazily, but you were too tired to respond. You rested your head on his muscular chest and breathed in his comforting scent. The room around you began to fade away and the quiet conversations amongst the other males felt distant. Sleep quickly grabbed a hold of you and your dreams were peaceful.

Little did you know, the following month you’d miss your period.

[evertidings]

— MARCH 2025.

Accomplishments.

What a month, huh? I glanced back at my update for February and wow, I really did not accomplish much in that month. In all fairness, I had a lot going on, but hey! That means my March update in comparison looks really good lol.

We’re already a third of the way through April by the time I’m writing this, so I’m a little late (when am I not, really?) but because of that, I can confidently say that the writing portion of Chapter 12 is nearly done! I was powering through it for most of March and now I’m slowly pushing through to the end; it’ll probably be done sometime this week, if everything goes well. After that comes editing, which is always the most frustrating part of doing this for me.

Because I’ve been working on this for so long, some of the chapter was written as early as October 2024, which, when you have my short-term memory, can be pretty bad. It’s kind of amusing when I stumble upon information that I already wrote at the beginning of the chapter, repeated again at the end because I forgot I mentioned it. That usually means more work for me though, since I have to cut it out and fill the empty space leftover, so you can imagine that I’m not very excited to start proofreading.

But, onto happier things. In terms of chapter content, I think this is the most RO-centric chapter I’ve ever written. I might have gone overboard, but there are three separate scenes with the RO of your choice. Some scenes are shorter than others, of course, but I’ve never fit so many in a chapter—it’s kind of exciting. It also makes sense since the romance lock is very soon (I may or may not have a chapter planned for it and am just keeping my lips locked), so I want you to have as much time possible with your potential choices. All of them are unique in their own way, though admittedly similar. Even so, I feel like they all make sense considering the content of the chapter and honestly, I doubt any of you will complain haha. They’re nice to have.

It’s a nice reprieve to the heaviness that Eliana brings to the chapter. I know she’s my character, but she’s honestly taken on a mind of her own and evolved so much throughout the writing process. My goal was to make her difficult to understand and, well, it seems like I successfully accomplished that. Aside from Sebastian, she’s probably been my favourite figurehead-like character to write. Her intrigue makes her so interesting, especially since she doesn’t like showing all her cards from the beginning. It’ll be a while until you’re able to put a finger on her character.

But, you’ll find that out soon! I know I said I wanted to put Chapter 12 out this month, and I could if I worked myself to the bone, but I think pushing it to Early May (first week or so) is best. In the past, I’ve given myself very little time to edit and code the chapter once it’s written out and it’s stressed me out a lot. For something that is supposed to be a hobby, I’m very harsh on myself with deadlines and I don’t think it’s fair for me to lose sleep over this, so, hopefully, you all understand. I’ll keep you all updated if I do manage to push the date up though and, of course, there’ll be an announcement once a date is official.

With that said, I hope you’re all taking care of yourselves and have a wonderful April!

Stats.

Chapter Total: 55,738 words (+14,113)

Game Total: ~567,170

[iamnot-crazy]

It's a bad idea, Right? Law's POV

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Story Summary: You and Law had a bad break up a year ago now you have ran into each other at Sabaody. Not only do you learn your break up was a huge misunderstanding but your feeling for each other quickly return. You know its a bad idea to reconnect with your old captain but there's just something about him.

A/N: After writing the first part of this I could not get the idea of Law's POV out of my head so here it is. Hope you enjoy!

Law x StrawHat!Reader

Law walked behind his three active crewmates, who were jumping from stall to stall, excited to be on Sabaody Island. Law smirked, watching them happily explore.

Law froze in his path when he heard a voice he recognized, a voice he hadn’t heard in almost a year. He turned his head slowly to confirm his suspicion. There you were, the person he had been looking for the past year. You were just as beautiful as the day he met you, and your smile was brighter than he could remember.

He knew it was a bad idea. You had left him; you didn’t want to be found. But when he looked at you, his mind raced, and his feet started to move on their own. He walked to the stall next to the one you were at, making sure to stay out of your eye line. You were browsing the plants they had for sale, an interest of yours he was glad you hadn’t lost. It wasn’t until he heard your laugh that his heart started to beat again. He needed you back; he needed to speak to you. So when he heard the shopkeeper sell you a scam, he couldn’t help but speak up.

“What a scam. The plant won’t even produce the bubbles outside of this Archipelago,” he scoffed.

Law’s heart immediately stopped again, afraid of what you were going to say or do. You stiffened before slowly turning your head to face him, your eyes pierced his own, filled with shock and anger.

His hand twitched at his side, ready to reach out to you to keep you from running, but a flicker of light entered your eyes, and for a moment, time froze, and Law thought you wouldn’t run.

And then your head snapped back, you threw berries at the shopkeeper, grabbed the plant, and started to storm away.

“Wait!” Law shouted, his hand moving upwards, wanting to grab you to pull you close. “Y/N!” His voice cracked slightly, and his fingers brushed your arm, but he couldn’t bring himself to grab your arm to hold you back.

His arm was yanked back when you quickly spun around to face him, “What do you want?” you asked coldly.

Law’s thoughts grew tangled. What did he want? Did he selfishly want you back? Did he want to explain the truth? “I just… I haven’t… You… I…” He tried to speak, to find the right words. He took a deep breath, looking over you, and the words that came out were the only thing he could think of when seeing you again, “You look good.”

You scoffed, “That’s it? It’s been a year since you left me on that island, and all you have to say is, ‘You look good’?” You shook your head, and the lump in his throat tightened again.

That's what he thought, that he left you on purpose, that he didn’t care about you, that he hated you. “I… Uh…” He tried to speak, to plead that he didn’t leave you, that it was an accident.

His thoughts shot back to a year ago when you stormed out of his office after he kicked you out. He placed his head on his desk, a tear falling down his face. He was losing you; he sensed it. If it wasn’t due to the curse, then it would be him and his stubbornness that would cause him to lose you. He loved you but had yet to admit it because everything he had ever loved met a terrible end.

Law sighed, sliding all his notes off the desk and into his trash can. You were right, there is no cure for the curse, and you seem to start to enjoy the plus sides of the curse. The curse itself is only a curse to devil fruit users, as the fungus would in theory choke out the devil fruit, in turn killing the user. You didn’t know this at the time but still jumped in front of him, taking on the curse. The fungus grew inside you and started to choke out your organs. Law was trapped with his own fears, watching you collapse, unable to breathe. Law was able to slow the fungus growth, but it was hugged so tightly on your heart that if he removed it, it would kill you.

There haven't been any signs of the fungus growing, but the image of you on the ground coughing blood was trapped in his nightmares. That fear controlled him.

Before he could continue to spiral, the Polar Tang harshly lurched.

Law was on his feet, running to the bridge. The Marines had found them. There was a Marine ship right in front of the Polar Tang, and they had their cannons pointed right at the sub. “What are they doing!” Law shouted, seeing this. “We are docked at a town! Are they planning on destroying the town as well?” His crew was flooding into the bridge, ready to follow orders. “Get out of range of the island and then submerge!” Law ordered.

The sub sprung to life, quickly moving across the water before sinking into the water and dashing far away from the island. Law was baffled at the Marines and their actions, “They would destroy an entire town just to take down one pirate ship,” Law grumbled, voicing his anger and slamming a fist into the metal wall, leaving a dent. The crew watched carefully, keeping their distance from their enraged captain. Each of them looked at each other, wondering where you were and why you weren’t calming him down.

Law stormed back into his quarters. He looked over at his bed, almost expecting to see you sitting on the bed to talk some sense into him. But you weren’t there, and he remembered why; he kicked you out. Law sighed before collapsing on his bed, shoving his face into the pillow you tended to prefer.

The next day, Law went about his day, and you still had not made an appearance, and Law began to worry. Law figured you were just extremely pissed at him and were keeping your distance.

It wasn’t until Ikkaku approached him, asking if you were with him since you never returned to your shared room last night.

Law’s heart tightened, and he called for a search. The entire crew was searching the ship for you, but there were no signs of you.

Law ordered that they returned to the island, and the crew split up, asking everyone if they had seen you. At the end of the day, Law ended up in the bar with his head lowered, drinking his sorrows away.

Law threw himself into a seat at the bar, grumbling his order. The bartender never brought his order out but stood in front of him, glaring. “What’s your problem?” he grumbled, clearly not in the mood to deal with the bartender.

“You’re that Law guy?” The bartender stated dryly.

“Yeah, what of it? Don't you serve pirates here?” Law stood up, slamming on the bar.

The bartender scoffed, “No, we serve pirates, they’re the best spenders. We don’t serve asshole ex-boyfriends who abandon their partners.”

Law paused, his eyes widening and shaking, “What are you talking about?” Law asked in shock as the puzzles started to fall into place.

The bartender shook their head, “Y/N was here last night before finding out that you took off, leaving them here.” They went to turn around, but Law jumped over the bar, grabbing the bartender’s shirt, pulling them closer.

“Where are they?!” He asked gruffly, not caring about the opinions of the people around him, only about your safety and return.

The bartender shoved Law off them, “Far away from here and far away from you.” They spit in his face, clearly forming their own image of Law and his actions.

Law recognized this and took a step back, “Listen clearly, you have an idea about me, but I did not ‘abandon’ Y/N, I would never. I just want their safe return.”

“What a liar.” A voice scoffed from behind him.

Law whipped his head around to find the entire bar was now glaring at him, holding their weapons and watching carefully.

Law slowly sat down, sensing the growing aggression. He turned back to the bartender. His brain began to swarm. After your fight, you must have left the ship, and while the marines attacked and he made the decision to leave, you were off the ship and unaware. A lump formed in his throat; the last words he said to you were, ‘get out’. He couldn’t blame you to think he had left you. “Are they safe?” Law asked as sincerely as he could, lowering his eyes, “Please, I need to know. And I need them to know I didn’t leave them.” Tears began to form in his eyes. You were right; he pushed you away, and for good this time.

The bartender looked at him, unsure, sensing the truth in his words. “I can’t tell you where they went other than they don’t want to be found. You hurt them… a lot… But they are somewhere safe. I can’t help you further.” The bartender slid a glass filled with the drink he ordered towards him before walking away. Law grabbed the back of his head, looking down at the drink in front of him as tears dripped into it. You were gone, and you didn’t want to be found. He pushed you away.

Tears formed in Law’s eyes, and he thought back to that day, and he looked at your angered face.

“Just what I thought,” You scoffed, turning away, again.

He can’t let you leave again not without knowing the truth. “Wait! Please!” He begged, “I didn’t mean to leave you. I didn’t know.”

He watched you straighten up, freezing in your steps. “What is that supposed to mean?” You finally asked.

Law brightened up, a flicker of hope lighting inside him, “I didn’t know you left the ship,” He quickly jumped to explaining. “After our fight, I didn’t know you left the ship, and then the marines attacked, and we left in a hurry. If I knew you left the ship that night, I would have never left.” He rushed, afraid you would take off, “I came back!” He shouted his last plead.

You slowly turned back to face him, Law sighed in relief, you believed him there is still a chance he can get you back, “The moment I found out you weren’t on the Tang, I immediately turned back to find you, but you were gone. I searched everywhere for you until a bartender told me you didn’t want to be found.”

You shook your head, “You came back?”

Law nodded, “I would never leave you like that.” He looked at you, filled with sorrow that he made you feel that way, “I’m so sorry.”

Law watched you take a deep breath before your shoulder relaxed and a smile crossed your lips, “You know what? I forgive you.”

You forgive him, that statement hit Law hard he didn’t know how badly he needed to hear that. “You do?” He sucked in a hopeful breath, Maybe this wasn’t a bad idea that his apology will bring you back.

You nod and Law heart started to beat heavily awaiting your next words.

“I mean, it was a shitty thing to do, and I felt shitty for so long.” You started to explain, “But now, I am with the Straw Hats, and I’m happy. After I realized the Polar Tang left, I gained a new perspective on life, which led me to them, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You paused, Law kept quite letting your words sink in feeling like he was never able to give you what you truly needed, “Not that I didn’t love being a Heart Pirate, but the Straw Hats, they’re different. They all have amazing dreams and have helped so many people and taught me so much. Now I dream of understanding every island’s ecosystem, and Luffy and the rest of them are helping me achieve that dream.”

The lump in his throat loosened a little while he was still sad at the realization you would not be joining him again but he felt lighter knowing you are happy and safe.

Law’s lips twitched, “I… I understand.” He lowered his head and shoved his hand in his pocket. “I’m glad you are happy.”

You smiled and Law’s heart fluttered you took a step towards him and Law wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around you and carry you back to his ship but he knew he couldn’t, you had to go on your own. You placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked at your eyes and couldn’t help but return the smile. “God, when I look at you.” You mumbled under your breath.

Law barely heard the word but he did. The words held a lot meaning behind it. That you still found him attractive and he could tell by the look in your eyes the same look you gave whenever he remove his shirt, or when he was doing something particularly attractive.

“What was that?” He asked hoping to get you to say the words again.

“Nothing.” You said and Law smirked for some reason that answer was better than anything else he could of thought you to say.

“Okay…” He teases, “Well, the Polar Tang is docked at grove 15 if you wanted to stop by.”

He gave you the offer the opportunity to come to him by your own decision now that you knew the truth.

Law smirk grew when he watched the blush on your cheek grow and coughed, “Maybe I will.. I’ve got to go join my crew now.” You spoke quickly and turned to look at the people behind him but he could care less you were still here in front of him, “But this was nice.” You smiled before taking a step forward to walk past him but you quickly spun around and your lips pushed against his cheek.

Law’s thought stopped and the feeling of your lips on him lit something inside him again and he felt like he was flying. When you left running toward your crew mates he raised his hand to his cheek hoping to hold the feeling there. His entire face lit up red as he watched you run off with your beautiful smile and playful skip. He was once again hopelessly in love with you.

“Captain?” A voice asked behind him, causing him to jump, shaking him out of his thought. Law spins around to see his large fluffy brother, Bepo, “Was that y/n?” He asked.

Law turned back with a smile, watching you hold up your new plant to the two women of the Straw Hats. “Yeah, that was y/n” He smiles.

Law happy thoughts were quickly replaced with worry as the day continue first the marines had surrounded the building that you all found yourself in. Then you went running off with your new crew. Every bone in his body want to run after you or to hold you back and keep you by his side but his mind wouldn’t let him knowing you are happy and your laughs that echoed across the battle field nailed that into him.

Then Law later learned that your crew was attacked and defeated, no where to be found. Law heart sunk so far into his chest you were gone again and somewhere he could find. At least when he found out you were a Straw Hat he knew where you were and that you were safe. Now he has no idea if you are even alive.

Law took this sorrow and concern with him until 2 years later when he saw in the papers a photo of all the Staw Hats with you smiling in the center that his heart was lifted again.

Not long after he was shocked to see your face in person busting out the door of a remote frozen island he has been hiding at.

Time stopped when his eyes met yours. You were different, older, stronger, and barely dressed in the freezing cold. Law jaw dropped in shocked but completely frozen unable to move or think. All his thoughts went blank and his only thoughts was you and you being right in front of him again.

Before Law could say or do anything you and the rest of you crew took off down the hallway.

Law kept missing you until the chaos on Punk Hazard finally came to a close Law found himself on the same ship as you waiting for you to take the approach to him.

Law slowly becomes less hopeful as you continue to avoid him. Maybe he was wrong thinking after your last conversation that you would want him back.

But finally when the sun set and the entire crew fell asleep your figure sat next to him.

“I was wondering when you would come talk to me,” Law spoke, his voice raspy with tiredness.

“I’m starting to wonder if it was a bad idea to,” you said, crossing your arms.

“And yet here you are,” Law smiled, looking over you, “You look good.”

You smiled back at him, “Thanks, You do too.” Law smirked when he saw you bite you lip and give the same look that has been in his dreams.

His eyes wonder to your hair, “I see your hair is now green,” A small ping of worry floods though his body again, your curse was taking over you body again, but he smiled though it.

You pulled at your mossy green hair with little mushrooms and flowers blooming in it, “Yeah, for the past two years, I have been on a island with a bunch of plant witches. They kinda helped me accept my curse and build its power.”

“So it’s not going to kill you?” he asked.

You shook your head, “Nope, gonna live a long, adventurous life.”

Law sighed with relief, his worry falling away, “That’s good.”

You jumped up, “Yeah, and I can do this now!” You raised your hand, and a plant started to bloom from the grass-covered deck. A fruit bloomed from the small plant, and Law held his hand out as an apple dangled from the tip of the plant. Law gently plucked it and took a bite.

“Wow!” He said with his mouth full, “That is extremely useful.” Law’s heart fluttered, watching you smile brightly.

“Thanks, it’s the only reason Nami lets me tend to her orange groves.”

Law blushed as he looked down at the apple, “God, your smile still gets me every time.”

“What was that?” You asked, tilting your head at him.

Law looked up, locking his eyes with yours, “Just, god, when I look at you, my heart starts pounding, and my thoughts don’t make any sense.”

You breathed in a sharp breath, and Law smirked, he knew he got you and his only thoughts were you and getting you back. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that day on Sabaody,” He admitted, but when he look at you frozen in though he knew he made a mistake, he jumped the gun, he was moving too fast. Law quickly stood up, regretting his advances, you have no reason to come back to you not after everything he has done. “Forget it! It was a bad idea anyways.”

He quickly spun on his feet, ready to storm off, but your hand wrapped around his arm, causing him to stop. You yanked his arm back, and he followed the movement as he spun into you and your lips collided. Law thoughts stopped as he deepened into the kiss.

You pushed back slightly, and Law leaned forward, wishing for more. “I’ve been thinking about you too,” You admitted, and Law’s heart fluttered before leaning back into the kiss, holding you close, “The couch in the lounge is very comfy,” You suggested, pulling away from the kiss again.

You grabbed his hand and started to pull him to a door, but he didn’t care; his only focus was on you.

When you both entered the room, Law kicked the door closed behind you before leaning forward, pulling you close into another kiss until you made your way to the couch.

The next morning, Law woke up alone on the couch. You and your clothing were missing, while his was scattered on the floor. Law sighed, pulling his clothing back on.

[shyoko]

Hiiii, omg I love your writings soooooo much. Big big congratulations to the many followers.<3 I just wanted to ask of you could do a new sunoo smut if you have the time...maybe the reader and sunoo are artcollege students and the reader had much to do and works a lot and then it comes to sunoo eating out Y/N? That would be so nicee:33 I Luv uu<33

This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it. (English is not my first language.) 

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You weren't supposed to look at him, talk to him, let alone feel something for him.

But then he showed up, smiled… and everything you weren’t supposed to do stopped mattering.

His eyes were fixed on you as he placed his hands on your desk, trapping you between his arms. Instantly, your body tensed as Sunoo’s lips dangerously approached your ear.

“You look really pretty today,” he whispered, and his warm breath brushed your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

You didn’t waste a second before pushing him away forcefully. What you didn’t expect was that losing his warmth would feel more uncomfortable than you imagined.

“Back off, Sunoo. I’m not your friend or anything like that, so keep your distance,” you snapped, annoyed.

That’s just how he was: affectionate, with a sugary smile that made you want to like him without even meaning to. And as much as part of you longed to let him treat you that way… you couldn’t allow it.

“Why are you always so cold to me?” he asked, approaching again, though this time keeping some distance. “Do you really hate me that much?”

His gaze was heavy, as if carrying a silent sadness. Something inside your chest tightened. Your mind started to play tricks on you, blaming you for being so harsh. But you quickly drowned that guilt.

You had always wondered what it would feel like to be free. To choose what you wanted. But to your family, you were just another tool. A piece in their game for power. All they cared about was victory. Prestige. Money.

And you?

You just followed their rules. Because they never gave you another option.

You grew up surrounded by paintbrushes, galleries, and empty applause.

But also the weight of expectations you never asked for.

They built an empire where humanity had no place.

They were arrogant, egocentric, always thinking only of themselves.

And you… you learned to stay silent, to smile when needed, to stand out by obligation.

But deep down, you don’t know who you are outside of all that.

You only know that you’re tired.

Tired of pretending to be fine in a place that was never yours.

For years, your family was number one—in sales, in awards, even recognized as the most influential company in the art world. But that whole empire, built with so much effort, crumbled overnight. And although it seemed impossible for such a big company to fall so fast, you all knew that if you didn’t act soon, it would vanish like dust.

And what caused it?

Simple: the new company owned by the Kim family.

It appeared overnight, and with its arrival, you went from first place... to second.

And when they found out the youngest son of the Kim family would attend the same art university as you, it became strictly forbidden to talk to him.

The most important thing was for you to get the highest grades, to stand out, to be noticed. That way, people would become interested in you, your art, and little by little, the family business would climb back to where, according to them, it belonged.

At first, you thought having no contact with him would be easy. Until he showed up. And sat right next to you, starting a sweet conversation about how excited he was to begin.

You found him adorable. And handsome. Very handsome. But above all, irritatingly sweet.

Ignoring him became fucking hard when that boy seemed desperate to talk every few seconds. It was simply impossible to keep him quiet…

Well, you knew there were two ways to manage that.

Your hands grabbed a frosted cookie sitting on your desk, ready to enjoy it before Sunoo arrived. With the cookie in hand, you shoved it into his mouth while he was mid-sentence, forcing him to chew.

That was the first technique to keep him quiet: keep his mouth busy with food.

Some frosting smudged on his nose, making you giggle involuntarily. He quickly joined in.

The moment shattered as the teacher walked into the room.

You both sat down next to each other while the teacher began organizing the materials for class. Internally, you cursed yourself for laughing with him. If your parents found out… you didn’t even want to imagine.

You envied Sunoo a little. His parents let him be himself and talk to the daughter of their rivals. You wished yours were that permissive.

“Good morning, class. Since we have two back-to-back sessions today, I’ve come up with a fun activity,” the professor announced, walking around.

“As you know, we’ve worked with several drawing techniques, as well as canvases and different surfaces to paint on. Today, you’ll use body paint and work on someone else’s skin.” He sat again and continued, “Yesterday, I made the pairs at home to save time, so I’ll call them out now. Grab your paint and spread out around the room. Then pick a body part—hands, arms, whatever you like—and your partner will paint whatever comes to mind.”

“Understood?” Everyone nodded. “Perfect. Here come the pairs.”

The professor began calling out names. More and more people were paired up, yet your name and Sunoo’s hadn’t come up. Until…

“Y/N with Sunghoon.”

A sigh escaped Sunoo’s lips, as if annoyed by the choice.

“And finally, Sunoo with Liz.” His already furrowed brow deepened.

“Alright, get to work,” the professor said.

You stood up, scanning the room for Sunghoon… but he was nowhere to be seen. Next to you, Sunoo was doing the same—no sign of Liz either.

“Well, looks like my partner didn’t show up, and yours didn’t either. So…” He grinned mischievously.

You ignored him and went to the teacher.

“Excuse me, my partner isn’t here, so…”

“Mine either. What a coincidence. We should pair up, right, professor?” Sunoo cut in behind you.

“Yes, you two can partner up. Those who missed today will work together next time,” the professor responded.

Your blood boiled. You couldn’t believe how shameless Sunoo was. Every day, staying away from him became harder.

You both grabbed the paint and sat in a corner of the room.

“What do you think about starting with me?” he asked with a playful smile.

You nodded, not wanting to say much. The less you spoke, the better.

“Alright, I want you to paint my back,” he added, still smiling.

You froze. His back? That meant he’d have to take off his shirt. Absolutely not.

“I’m not painting your back,” you said flatly, no hint of humor.

His smile faded.

“Why not?” he asked with a slight pout.

“Because I don’t want to. Why not just pick your arm?” you tried to reason.

“I’ve already decided. It’s my choice where,” he replied.

You huffed, tired of his persistence.

Sunoo lifted his shirt—not all the way, just enough to expose his back—and turned, giving you a perfect view.

His skin looked soft, almost velvety, and your fingers itched to touch it, feel its warmth…

Stop. You needed to focus.

With tense nerves, you scooped some paint onto a palette, dipped the brush, and loaded it carefully.

Your eyes returned to his back. For a moment, your body stopped responding.

“Are you going to start sometime today, sweetheart?” he asked impatiently, glancing at you over his shoulder.

“Stop moving and I will,” you snapped, gently pushing his shoulders forward.

The moment your skin touched his, you both flinched. Goosebumps rose instantly. You’d never had physical contact with him before, aside from the occasional accidental bump… and this was too much.

His back twitched with every stroke, reacting to the contrast between the cool paint and the warmth of his skin. The brush glided smoothly, more like a caress than painting. Each motion tickled him slightly, but he did his best to stay still.

Your hand moved on its own, guided by instinct. Gradually, colors blended, lines formed. You were completely focused… until he broke the silence.

“Can I drink some water?”

The question was so sudden that you blinked a few times before nodding. As he sipped from the bottle, you stretched your arms and shoulders, your muscles aching from holding the same position.

“Can you take a picture so I can see how it’s turning out?” he asked innocently, handing you your phone.

You took it without a word, unlocking it quickly. He turned slightly, once again offering that perfect view of his back. You opened the camera and snapped the picture.

“Done,” you said, showing him the screen.

He took the phone gently, smiling as he admired the image.

“I love it! Can you send it to me?”

He said it casually, but there was something else in his eyes. He knew exactly what that meant: you'd have to exchange numbers.

You sighed, about to refuse, but before you could, Sunoo snatched the phone and held it out of reach.

“Give it back!” you yelled, frustrated, trying to grab it as he dodged you with playful ease.

You barely saw what he was doing through the spinning and stumbling… until you finally got your phone back—only to see he’d saved himself as “Hot Guy” and sent the image to himself… with a heart.

Your body tensed instantly.

The air thickened around you. Panic clawed at your chest. Your parents could see every message you sent and received. According to them, it was “for safety”—to protect you, and the company’s image.

If they saw that…

Your trembling fingers tried to delete the message, but nerves made you clumsy. Wrong menus, closing the app, reopening… nothing worked.

“What’s wrong?” Sunoo asked, his tone now worried as he saw your pale face and wide eyes. “Don’t like the nickname? You can change it if—”

“Shut the hell up, Sunoo!” you snapped, voice cracking. “You… you don’t understand anything.”

Without waiting for a response, you ran out of the classroom.

Out in the hallway, you immediately resumed your desperate attempt to delete the message. But no matter how hard you tried, nothing worked. The system seemed frozen—or maybe the universe was just against you.

Each passing second made your heart pound harder. Your hands shook, and a wave of anxiety crept into every corner of your body, leaving you breathless.

And just when you felt like you were about to collapse, a pair of warm, comforting arms gently wrapped around you.

“I’m sorry… I’m really sorry…”

You didn’t have the strength to push him away. You didn’t want to. You needed that contact—that moment of humanity. You needed to feel like you weren’t alone.

“Let me help you. I know how to delete those messages in this kind of situation,” he whispered near your ear, his tenderness almost breaking something inside you.

Without a word, you handed him the phone. Then, you slowly pulled away from his chest and slid down to the floor, hugging your knees tightly. The cold of the hallway clashed with the lingering warmth on your skin from his embrace.

Sunoo sat beside you in silence, and without asking, he draped an arm over your shoulders, gently pulling you closer. Your body gave in to the gesture. You knew you shouldn’t be there, knew what it meant, what it implied… but it had been so long since someone hugged you. So long since anyone truly cared.

“All done,” he said softly, showing you the screen. “It’s deleted. No trace of the message. Nothing they can find.”

He looked at you with a sweetness that almost hurt. With one hand, he wiped away the tears sliding silently down your cheeks.

“Forgive me, Y/N.”

His eyes, filled with guilt, locked onto yours.

“I mean it.”

And for the first time in a long while, someone said those words… and you believed them.

The bell rang, marking the end of class. You gently moved away from him, though deep down, you wanted to stay a little longer.

“Thank you.”

It was just one word—small, simple… but heavier than anything you’d said to him before.

He smiled, satisfied.

“You still have my number. Call me if you need anything.”

With that signature smile of his—sweet, light, almost impossible to ignore—he got up and walked back into the classroom.

You stayed in the hallway for a few more seconds, making sure your tears were completely gone before anyone could see you like that. Just as you were about to stand up, Sunoo appeared again, this time with your backpack over one shoulder and his over the other. He carefully placed yours beside you without saying another word… and left.

On your way home, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. About his smile, the softness of his voice, the warmth of his hug… the way he made you feel seen, cared for, even if only for a few minutes.

Why, out of all the boys in the world, did it have to be him?

Him, who was part of the reason your life had become a living hell.

Him, whose family had triggered your family’s downfall, turning you into nothing but a tool to recover what was lost.

Before, your mother at least pretended to care. Now, she was just a cold, manipulative figure obsessed with control. And you… stuck between guilt and duty.

When you got home, you collapsed on your bed without even changing. You silently prayed that your parents would never find those messages.

That they would never know about that small moment of weakness… of freedom.

And as the weight of sadness wrapped around you, your eyes slowly closed.

Finally, your body found rest.

Even if only for a moment.

Even if only in dreams.

You opened your eyes before the alarm went off. Something inside you wouldn’t let you fully rest. You got up, got ready for class, and as you packed your backpack, a cold emptiness rushed through your body.

Your final project was missing.

The very same project that defined your most important grade of the semester. The one that would decide whether you passed the course. The one you had worked on for weeks, late into the night. It was gone.

It wasn’t in its folder. Nor on your desk. Nor anywhere in your room.

Anxiety flooded you again like a storm. You took a deep breath. No. You couldn’t fall apart. 

Maybe you had just forgotten it in the classroom. You had to stay calm.

So you ran out the door, hope clinging to your chest like a lifeline.

Your hands searched frantically through your locker, then the art room, and finally your desk. Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

The project was nowhere to be found.

And your heartbeat, increasingly erratic, pounded like an internal alarm you couldn’t silence. Sunoo appeared and sat beside you, like every morning. He wore that warm, carefree smile of his… until he saw your face.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, and without waiting for a reply, his hand found yours, gently caressing it, as if touch was his way of grounding you.

“No.” Your voice trembled.

“My final project is gone. It’s due Friday morning.”

Sunoo’s expression changed instantly. His smile disappeared, replaced by a serious, almost protective look.

“What do you mean it’s gone?” he asked, frowning. “Are you sure?” “I don’t know. I had it yesterday, I brought it with me… and this morning it was just gone. I checked everywhere. It’s nowhere.”Your voice cracked on the last word.

Sunoo took your hand in both of his and squeezed it tightly, as if trying to transfer some of his calm to you.

 “It’s okay. We’ll find it. I promise.” And then he smiled again—that smile of his that seemed able to break down any wall you put up.

That expression again. That damn sweetness.

How was it possible that just his presence could soothe you, even though you were still caught in the same disaster?

Class went by surprisingly fast. Before you even realized it, recess had arrived. You and Sunoo immediately launched into your mission: to find the missing project.

You retraced all the classrooms you’d been in the day before, checked your locker once more, and discreetly went through desk after desk, in case someone had stolen it and hidden it there.

Nothing.

A heavy sigh escaped from both of you at the same time, as if the exhaustion and frustration had synced within your bodies.

“I can’t believe I have to redo that project in just two days…” you complained, running both hands through your hair, clearly desperate. “What if I don’t have enough time?”You couldn’t stop blaming yourself. The anxiety clouded your thinking.

“I don’t know what else to say… We’ve looked everywhere and there’s no trace. It’s like the earth swallowed it whole,” he replied, mimicking your gesture and brushing his hair away from his face.

“Are you sure you didn’t go somewhere else? Or maybe you accidentally left it at home?” he asked, as if that were the last possible option.

“I’ll check again when I get home, but I’m sure I brought it. I haven’t seen it since yesterday.”

Your gaze dropped to the floor, helpless.

Then you felt a gentle weight on your shoulder.

Sunoo’s head had softly leaned against you, as if his closeness could ease the tension. A current of electricity ran down your spine.

And without warning, his lips brushed your neck.

A brief touch. Warm. Intimate.

Your skin tingled instantly, and you slowly turned your face, meeting his eyes locked onto yours.

He said nothing.

His gaze dropped to your lips for a few seconds that felt eternal. The world around you disappeared.

His hand caressed your cheek with a tenderness that made you hold your breath, and he leaned in closer, until your lips were just a breath apart.

And just then, your phone rang.

The name on the screen: Mom.

Everything froze.

The warmth that had filled you instantly turned to ice.

Your once relaxed body tensed up again.

It was a message:

“I’ve found out something I’m not the least bit happy about. We’ll talk as soon as you get home.”

And once again, that stabbing feeling in your chest. In life, there are people who make you feel safe, seen, like you can breathe without fear… like Sunoo.

And then there are the others. The ones who make you feel like a burden, a mistake, a mere pawn in a game of power. Like your mother.

Your expression darkened instantly, but before you could react, Sunoo took your phone with determination and slipped it into your backpack.

Without giving you time to think.

And then, as if he were the answer to all your inner chaos, his lips found yours.

He kissed you.

And he did it with a sweetness that almost broke you. His lips were exactly how you’d imagined them… soft, gentle, yet sure. His hands on your cheeks pulled you closer, guiding the moment with tenderness.

All you could do was wrap your arms around his neck, completely losing yourself in him. The kiss deepened until the lack of air forced you apart.

Your face turned red instantly. Sunoo let out a soft laugh at your reaction.

“And now you’re getting shy?” he asked, gently brushing your cheek with his fingertips.

And just then, the door burst open. A flood of students entered the classroom, filling the space with voices, footsteps, and noise. You and Sunoo separated and quickly returned to your seats, though the tension still buzzed between you like a string no one dared to cut. A few seconds later, the teacher entered.

“We’re going to continue with the activity from last class. This time, the ones who were painted will now do the painting.”

The pairs began moving around when a firm hand grabbed your wrist and spun you around. It was Sunghoon.

“They told me I was paired with you,” he said casually, holding the supplies in one hand and guiding you with the other to the far side of the room.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Sunoo’s irritated voice cut through the air like a knife. You’d never heard him like that. And certainly never seen that look in his eyes.

“What do you mean what am I doing?” Sunghoon turned around, surprised. “I’m going to paint Y/N. The teacher said so.”

But before he could take another step, Sunoo grabbed your hand and pulled you to his side with unexpected firmness.

“Too bad you didn’t show up the other day. If you hadn’t missed it, you would’ve had your chance. But not anymore,” he said with a not-so-innocent smile, guiding you away from him.

He took you to a quiet corner of the classroom and gently sat you down. You couldn’t help but laugh. The situation was so ridiculous it felt like something out of a comedy.

“Did you seriously just fight over me like you’re five and arguing over candy?” He laughed with you, completely unbothered.

“I didn’t want him touching you.”

He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And your heart skipped a beat.

By the end of class, you had a painting of butterflies on your thigh. When you got up to leave, Sunoo, with his habit of never letting you go easily, gently pushed you back into the chair and took out his phone.

“Let me take a photo of your… thighs, I mean, the butterflies,” he joked. You laughed at his words and let him take the picture.

After that, you gathered your things, and the two of you headed toward the exit.

“Well, see you tomorrow…” you said, but the air between you turned dense, an uncomfortable silence wrapping around you both.

“Yeah…” he replied, his voice hesitant. You didn’t know whether to go for a hug, a fist bump, or… maybe something more. Everything felt so strange.

Then, as if he couldn’t hold back, Sunoo gently pulled you toward him and, before you could react, his lips brushed yours in a brief kiss full of palpable tension. The world stopped for a moment. When he pulled away, he quickly walked off in the opposite direction. You were left standing there, frozen, unable to process what had just happened.

When you got home, the memories of the kiss still lingered in your mind, but they were quickly overshadowed by the growing anxiety over your mother’s message.

You opened the door with a heavy feeling, not knowing what to expect, but fearing the worst.

As you entered, you saw your mother sitting on the couch with an expression you knew all too well: cold, furious, like she was just waiting for you to make a mistake so she could blame you.

“Sit down,” she said without even looking at you, like you were an object rather than her daughter. She pointed to the couch with authority.

You sat down heavily, letting your backpack drop to the floor. You already knew something was wrong, but the tension in the air made it even worse.

“I heard you were desperately looking for your final project today,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain. “Do you know what that means for us? For our family’s image? You don’t even care what we represent. If you don’t pass, you’ll be a disgrace to all of us.”

She got up from the couch and began walking toward you, her gaze cold and hard, a punishment in itself.

“Aren’t you ashamed?” Her tone was pure venom, and it felt like an electric shock on your skin. Every word cut deep.

After a calculated pause, she delivered the final blow: “I know who has your project.”

Your heart sank. You knew what was coming, but still didn’t want to believe it. “The youngest Kim boy has it,” she said with a cruel smile. She looked at you, waiting for guilt to consume you.

“It wasn’t him, Mom. He wouldn’t do that,” you replied with what little strength you had left, your voice rising more than you’d normally allow. Frustration overwhelmed you.

“Shut your mouth!” she yelled, her fury exploding in full force. “Who else could it be? Why don’t you understand? It’s him, and if it’s not, then who?”

“That’s not the point,” you shot back, trying to stay calm, though your mind was already in chaos. “Just because you have a problem with his family doesn’t mean they’re out to get us.”

“Enough!” Her rage became even more obvious. “Don’t give me that nonsense. Are you friendly with him now? Is that what you’re trying to say?”

The fury in her face escalated with every word.

“What did I say about them? What part of ‘stay away from them’ didn’t you understand?”

“Give me your phone!” The command flew from her lips with dangerous speed, almost like she was waiting for you to talk back just to have an excuse. “Give it to me now!”

You had no choice but to obey. You handed it over with a mix of fear and desperation. She snatched it from your hand, threw it on the table, then grabbed your arm roughly, making you flinch.

“You’re going to start that project again. And you’re not leaving until it’s done. Do you hear me?”

She shoved you violently into the art studio and slammed the door shut, making sure you couldn’t get out.

The key turned with a dry click, and the air grew even heavier.

The confined space of the studio closed in around you, and you knew you were trapped again—caught in that cycle of guilt and control, where you were always the one at fault. Every time it happened, your mother shed the blame so she could keep controlling you, and you always ended up apologizing for something you never did. The guilt was never hers. It was always yours. Just like always.

After endless hours working on the project, the door suddenly opened.

“Miss, you can go have dinner now,” said one of the staff members, interrupting your concentration.

You ate the bare minimum to survive, with no appetite to enjoy anything. Your stomach was so twisted you could barely swallow. Every bite took more effort than you could handle.

After eating, you got into the shower. Hot water fell over you as you tried—unsuccessfully—to wash away the bad memories, the dark thoughts, the crushing sensations that surrounded you.

Finally, you collapsed into bed, too exhausted to do anything else. You just let yourself fall, hoping sleep would pull you away from it all for a while.

Sunoo was already in his seat when you arrived at school the next day. You heard him talking on the phone, his voice low and tense:

“She doesn’t know it was me… No… is at home… I don’t know… Okay, bye, Mom.”

Your chest tightened like a fist hitting your stomach. You knew it. Your mother was right. He was the one who stole the project so you’d fail—he did it to ruin everything, to watch you fall apart.

What hurt the most wasn’t just what he had done, but how coldly, how deceitfully he had done it.

Sunoo turned toward you, his face going pale the moment he saw you. He froze like he’d seen a ghost.

“I-I can explain… Y/N… Please,” he said, trying to approach you, but you pushed him away harshly, as if his mere presence burned you.

“S-stay away from me. Don’t come near me again,” you said with a broken voice. Tears started to fall uncontrollably.

 You ran to the bathroom, looking for something—anything—that could shelter you, even if just for a moment.

He had been the first person to make you feel loved, important. He made you feel like you could be yourself, like you could breathe in a world where you only existed to please others. And now, all of that was crumbling.

Why you? Why did you always end up like this—alone, abandoned? You didn’t understand how you got to this point. All you understood was that it hurt. It hurt deeply. More than you could bear.

What hurt the most wasn’t just what he had done… It was that you had trusted him. You had given him your trust, and he had stomped all over it. Your mother was right, and that destroyed you.

You couldn’t stay there. You couldn’t stay still. Not that day. So, without thinking, you grabbed your things and headed home. You needed to keep working on the project—do it on your own. You didn’t want to see Sunoo. You didn’t want to feel the way you did. You just wanted to escape it all.

You worked for hours without pause, completely absorbed in the project you couldn’t let go of.

The clock struck one in the morning, and you still weren’t done. You decided you wouldn’t go to class the next day—not until the evening. That way, you could work through the night and submit the project the next morning, as soon as the teacher arrived.

You felt exhausted, but at the same time, you knew you couldn’t give up.

Morning came, and you were still in the same spot, glued to your desk. Working. Focused. But your mind was entirely occupied by Sunoo. You had tried everything to stop thinking about him… But you couldn’t. Despite what he had done, you missed him—more than you dared to admit.

Suddenly, you heard his voice in the distance. You froze, tense, listening closely. But after a few seconds, you gave up. It was just an illusion—your mind recreating what your body longed for.

When night came, you dressed comfortably and took the project with you on your way to class. The walk was long, the cold sharper than expected, but you finally arrived.

You entered the studio, walking through the hallways with nerves on edge. You laid out your materials, prepared your space, and continued with the project. Brushes were scattered across the table, and the colors on the canvas were also painted across your face—streaks of paint on your cheek and nose.

The door suddenly opened, and a startled cry escaped your lips before you could see who was coming in. It was Sunoo.

He walked in with palpable nervousness. Your body tensed at the sight of him, and the feeling of betrayal weighed on you like a crushing force.

“What are you doing here?” you asked harshly, the pain and anger starting to rise.

“Y/N… I…” His eyes couldn’t meet yours. They dropped to the floor. “I’m so, so sorry…”

“I don’t want to talk. So leave,” you said, cutting him off as the pain started to choke you.

“It was my parents,” he blurted out suddenly, like it was the only way to free himself. “They… you’d understand. They want to maintain their power, and they use me for that. They forced me to do it… Please, understand.”

Your eyes filled with tears—his did too—as emotions spilled over. It didn’t matter anymore if it was him or his parents.

What mattered was that you had trusted him, and that trust was now broken.

 “This is all bullshit,” you said bitterly, referring to the situation you were both trapped in. No freedom. No choice.

Sunoo stepped forward and placed your project on the table.

 “You shouldn’t do this,” you said, concerned. “You’re going to get into trouble.” He looked down, visibly frustrated.

 “I don’t care anymore… Fuck it. Fuck all of this.”

He stepped closer, and for a moment, you felt again the warmth that once made you feel safe—like anything was possible again.

“I love you,” he said with a steady voice. “And this,” he gestured to everything between you, “is a mess.”

Before you could respond, he continued:

“I went to your house today, and a staff member answered the door. She told me I couldn’t come in, that your mom would be furious if I did. And I… I couldn’t just sit and do nothing. I can’t. She told me you’d be here tonight, and I came because I…”

He couldn’t stop talking—he never could.

And since there was no food to quiet him this time, you went with the second method.

Without thinking, you kissed him hard.

Your lips silenced him, as if in that kiss was everything you needed to say. He lifted you from the chair and, holding you by the waist, set you on the table. You clung to his neck, wrapping your legs around his waist, your hands exploring his back, needing to feel him—close, so close it ached.

Each caress made you feel more alive, more you. The connection between the two of you was so intense that, for a moment, everything else disappeared.

“Let me take care of you,” he said, smiling that damn smile you could never forget. “Let me apologize to you.”

And, in that moment, you let it be. You let words not be necessary, let gestures say it all.

His hands slid under your shirt as his lips slowly traced your neck. With a nimble movement, he found your tits and caressed them with a perfect blend of firmness and tenderness. His lips left a warm, moist trail on your skin, while your nipples hardened under his fingers, which pinched them mercilessly.

He lifted the fabric covering your torso, leaving your tits completely exposed to his hungry gaze. His eyes glistened with desire before he leaned down to lick one of them greedily. His tongue traced slow, wet circles, exploring every nook and cranny of your sensitive skin, focusing especially on the places that wrenched tremors of pleasure from you. Your soft moans fueled his enthusiasm, urging him to continue with more intensity.

When your nipples took on a reddish hue from the stimulation, he lifted his head. Seeing you with your head thrown back, completely surrendered, he couldn't help but bite and suck on a spot on your neck that made you shudder. Seconds later, a burning mark was imprinted on your skin.

“I hope your mother understands that you're mine now...” he whispered mischievously as he descended-. And I don't give a shit what she thinks.

He grabbed the ends of your pants and, with a single tug, pulled them off, leaving you in just your underwear. Wasting no time, his lips descended to your thighs-those same ones he had claimed as his own, painted and denied any other man touching.

He began to traverse every inch of your skin with wet kisses and soft bites, leaving a trail of heat and desire. His lips paused barely to savor your reaction before continuing to descend, each touch laden with intent.

“Sunoo, please stop teasing...” you tried to speak, but your voice broke on an involuntary moan as his lips pressed against your cloth-covered pussy.

He didn't respond right away, just continued his game, spreading small kisses all over the area, applying a little more force just as he reached your most sensitive spot, causing your hips to twitch reflexively.

“Don't despair, baby” he whispered with a dangerous smile. “I promise the wait won't be in vain.”

And, with that promise hanging in the air, he slowly pulled back the cloth that separated him from you.

The cold air brushed against your newly exposed skin, contrasting with the warmth emanating from you. Sunoo did not hurry. He looked at you as if admiring a work of art that only he had the right to touch. Then, without warning, he sank his face between your legs.

His tongue moved with cruel precision, alternating between slow, deep caresses and soft licks that barely touched your skin. He knew exactly where to stop, where to insist, and how to wring from you those moans he loved so much. He held your hips firmly when you tried to move, forcing you to receive everything he gave you with no escape.

“Can you feel it, baby?” he murmured against you, his hot breath causing you to shudder. “No one else is going to make you feel like this. Only me.”

His tongue traced faster, deeper circles, playing with your clit until your legs began to tremble. Your every moan was fuel for him, and he didn't stop until you were on the edge, lost in a sea of sensation.

When he sensed you were about to explode, he stopped abruptly. He lifted his head, his moist lips glistening with your essence, and looked down at you with a crooked smile.

“Not yet, love... I want to watch you beg.”

Your hips were still trembling, frustration mixed with desire throbbing in every corner of your body. You looked up at him with eyes clouded with lust, chest rising and falling fast, and unable to resist any longer, you let out a shaky whisper. 

“Please, Sunoo... don't stop, I beg you.” He arched an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your surrender. 

“Are you that desperate for me?” he murmured as he ran a slow, torturing finger along your sensitive folds. 

“Tell me, I want to hear you.” You swallowed your saliva, swallowing your pride, and nodded with a broken voice.

 “Yes... only you can make me feel like this, please, I need more...” Sunoo laughed low, pleased by your surrender. 

“That's the way I like it. You know who you belong to.” And without giving you another breath, he sank between your legs again, this time mercilessly, ready to rip from you every plea, every moan and every cry of pleasure that belonged to him.

Your body shuddered one last time on the studio table, surrounded by brushes, canvases and the smell of fresh paint. Still with your legs shaking and your breath hitching, you lay back, letting the pleasure slowly dissipate as he gazed at you as if you were his masterpiece. Sunoo approached, still with that intense gaze, and began to dress you with the same delicacy with which he traces a brushstroke on a canvas. He pulled your clothes up with gentle hands, kissing your skin as he covered it, never taking his eyes off you for a second.

When he finished, he leaned over you, pressing a deep, slow kiss that spoke more of love than desire. Her lips parted just barely so she could tell you, “It's going to be okay.” He caressed your face with the backs of his fingers. “Even if our families hate each other, even if they try to separate us...I don't plan to give up. I don't care what they say, I don't care what they do.” He took your face in his hands and locked his eyes into yours. “I'll do anything to be with you. Anything. You're the only thing that matters to me.”

And finally, you were able to let out a quiet sigh. Even if nothing was resolved, even if your world was still in chaos, there was only one certainty beating strong inside you: you loved him, and he loved you. And outside of that, what else could matter?

N/A: Thanks pretty!, I hope you like it and it is what you asked for. A big hug. i love you too🩷🩷

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[gallavichsreddie1128]

Hannibal being obsessed with Will’s student

Description: Will is not happy about his student and Hannibal

Request: I‘m new to your blog and have very much enjoyed your writing. Would it be possible to write a Hannibal one-shot, where he is obsessed with Will‘s (FBI) student, who now get‘s called into field. (Maybe with smut?)

Author’s note: I just saw the one shot part :/ but I made it bullet points. I am sorry but I hope you like it.

Hannibal had been in that class a million times and never noticed her.

Will called her his best student and Hannibal was not super excited to meet her until he saw her

She was in her early 20’s but looked like a grown woman. 

Hannibal couldn’t help but stare at her as she worked the case with them.

He could feel himself lose focus which was not good. 

I mean he had to make sure that they did not catch him

she was oblivious to him staring at her but Will was not.

Will glared at his friend and made a mental note to take him aside later

She did not seem interested in him but that was because she was better at hiding it.

She thought Hannibal was hot and she loved his accent 

But Will would kill her if she flirted with him

Luckily, Hannibal was the first one to make the move.

She turned red and looked away embarrassed as he complimented her.

Will was a few feet away from them and could probably hear.

He could hear but he wished he couldn’t.

“Hannibal, you can’t just flirt with my student. She’s young and doesn’t need you ruining her.”

But that is exactly what she needed.

Hannibal asked her out on a date once Will was far away.

She said yes and they planned to eat at his house.

They had to keep it a secret from Will for obvious reasons.

She couldn’t hide her excitement

Will had yet to catch on 

Hannibal made a beautiful meal that she had never heard of but it was good. 

They talked for awhile and he asked her how she decided that she wanted to be in the FBI

Him having an FBI girlfriend was not the best idea 

After dinner she ended up in his lap as they made out. 

Will would kill them if he saw 

But that excited her more

“Do you think we are moving too fast?” She asked 

Yes but they didn’t care.

Making out turned out into sex and turned into her staying the night.

She woke up to her alarm and looked around. 

She was not in her room but Hannibal’s.

It made her smirk 

She heard voices outside the door so she got dressed and opened the door. 

Across the hall was Will and Hannibal talking

The door opening caused them both to look over and if she had a camera she would have taken a pic of his face

Hannibal cleared his throat and looked down. 

“Hey Mr.Graham” She said as she stepped out of Hannibal’s room with a smirk.

Will definitely was not happy. 

[mirixmoya]

my initial first-read thoughts for SOTR PART II: THE RASCAL there will be MAJOR SPOILERS under the cut but pls enjoy :)

chapter 10;

fake louella is so interesting, i'm excited to see where this plot point goes

"and someone's definitely rapping at my chamber door." we are 2 for 2 on The Raven references that's wild

"what breaks a machine?" "time." and the machine in question is the Capitol itself suzanne u kinda ate w that.

chapter 11;

whatever u do don't think about haymitch and burdock sneaking into victors' village to admire the luxury of the houses only for haymitch (and burdock's daughter) to spend great portions of their lives trapped in those houses drowning in their luxury

beetee entrusting this complicated ass plan to a 16 year old is crazy work bro

maysilee trying not to giggle at haymitch's singing... her and effie would be best friends i fear

haymitch picking up the word aphorism from snow immediately and using it himself ohhhh my sweet clever boy :(

chapter 12;

ceasar flickerman mention thank u jesus

guys... guys i'm not even joking i read the words "big, big, big day" and i burst into tears #normal

chapter 13;

ITS REAL ITS REALLY HER HOLY FUC K

OLDER SISTER EFFIE CANON

ngl i did not think we would get an effie cameo. not even a little bit. i didn't even let myself hope for it in any small way. life is so fucking good rn

okay so effie is obviously a Little Older than we've all be writing her huh

"well, she's swallowed the capitol propaganda hook and took the line and sinker with it, but at least she's brought us some decent footwear." TEARS. TEARS IN MY EYES.

i cannot believe i have lived to see the day where we actually get canon haymitch pov perceiving effie this is crazy

The Trinkets being slightly socially disgraced... interesting.

"For a moment, they're just two girls on a mission to beautiful the world." WHAT DID I SAY. I KNEW THEY WOULD BE BESTIES.

HAYFFIE CRUMBS HAYFFIE CRUMBS

not him jumping to pick up her shit for her... in a world of boys he's a gentlemen

EFFIE THINKS HE'S BEAUTIFUL :((((

"the capitol citizens lose it and so do i, until i remember the joke's not just on panache. it's on all of us stupid, clawed district piglets. animals for their entertainment." haymitch gaining class consciousness in real time

"and you, darling?" okayyy abernathy charm

effie just hanging around in the background in making me inexplicably happy. i am smiling and giggling

not her tryna shoot her shot by putting the flower on his label okayyy miss Effie Subtlety Trinket

chapter 14;

"sometimes she cries because things are so beautiful and we keep messing them up. because the world doesn't have to be so terrifying. that's on people, not the world." felt that one in my chest my god...

"i love you like all-fire. that's for always." this food is so fucking good suzanne

effie and plutarch going this far back is... interesting. then why didn't u save her ass from prison during the 75th SIR?

"i hate needles" PLASTIC SURGERY PHOBIC EFFIE CANON!!!!

another The Raven reference... what is going on

chapter 15;

mags mother of millions

MORE HAYFFIE CRUMBS SUZANNE I OWE U MY LIFE

haymitch asking her to make sure the token gets back to lenore dove... effie laying a hand on his chest and promising to do her best... the interconnected web that is haydove / hayffie has never been more alive

effie being the last person he sees before going into the arena is kinda insanely romantic??? "locking my eyes on hers until things go black" ??? hello??

chapter 16;

"the games must end. here. now." and then he's gonna spend so many years watching them happen over and over and over again suzanne how dare u

"i don't want one of my last acts to be taking out an ally, especially a dove-coloured one." he loves lenore dove sm im crying fr

"fire is catching, she'd say" ... suzanne is doing comedy now

chapter 17;

"i can't keep one of them safe. why do they flock to me?" just thought about him having this mindset for the next 40 years and cried :(((

chapter 18;

"in a way, it's a comfort that a bunch of people i know have gone before me." my baby :( spoken too soon girl :(

haymitch trying to blow this shit up katniss&haymitch fatherdaughterism has never been more alive and well

ampert :( haymitch's closeness with a lot of the victors makes so much more sense now. like it's not JUST that they hang out during the in-between years but their lives are tied so closely together from the moment haymitch enters the games.

is the goose and the common song silly? yes. is it important to remember that the enclosure of common land is historically and inextricably linked to (1) the rise of private property, (2) increasingly powerful centralized states, (3) the economic dependence of the labouring poor on their lords of the land. suzanne u big history nerd

he's so hopeful :( he believes so hard :( it's sad to know that that's all slowly washed out of him :(

more slightly intelligent thoughts! even more rambly nothing thoughts! either way i hope u enjoyed :)

[signedkoko]

Hi hi!

How would Striker, Bee, and poly Stolitz (romantic) react to their chubby s/o being very physically strong and working out a lot?

No pressure to write this, and If you don't write for this many characters, you can choose who to focus on!

Sending lots of love your way 💚💛💙

-🐻

Beelzebub | Blitzo & Stolas | Striker [Romantic]

In which you are considerably physically stronger than them, and work out plenty to match.

Naturally, all of the sins are extremely strong in comparison to any overlord or sinner

Even so, you were surprisingly up there, without her magic Beelzebub couldn't begin to carry half the weight you did, and usually had to resort to her larger form- or just asking for your help

It's part of why she found you so attractive, it felt like in some way you could protect her more than anyone she knew

A lot of the people around her were already small, so it was also nice that you compared to her in size, though she found you to be much more curvaceous than her own lanky figure

" Ugh. I'd kill for hips like these, babe. "

She loves to feel you up and down and hold you close because god, you are just sooo comfortable

And when you flex your muscles it drives her crazy! She thinks you're the hottest person she's ever met

She also may be partially to blame for your chubbiness, because she never stops feeding you sweets, oops!

Both of these fools are physically WEAK, however strong they might be with guns or magic

They recall their first encounter with you was when someone was making fun of Stolas for dating an imp, and you totally rocked their shit with a punch straight to the face

Blitzo is already on you, asking so many questions about who you were, why you did that, making jokes

And Stolas has a faint blush because god, that was so attractive

They kept inviting you over until eventually you were closer than most- present on every date, called by the same sweet nicknames

Stolas likes to go with you when you work out, he especially loves to see you boxing

Being able to cheer you on against an opponent, or imagine you protecting him- oh it was just so exciting

Blitzo enjoys walking around hell with you because he gets to see everyone fuck off

Scary dog privileges

Stolas is always squishing your cheeks and hugging you tightly while speaking of all his fantasies involving you both

Blitzo is sneaking pictures of you after workouts for his office

Stronger? Than him? Sure thing

Striker first heard it at a place he frequented for drinks, that there was a guard for hire poster put up on their bulletin, someone new

When he hired you to see what'd happen, you sweeped the floor of some royals security team in minutes, and all he had to do was pull the trigger

Admittedly, he didn't feel the need to work with you more than that, as he enjoyed the hunt as much as the kill

But it was certainly fun seeing what someone else pulled

He’s straightforward about that, but also admits that he'd like to keep in touch

OBVIOUSLY so he can hire you on tougher missions, not because he thought you were interesting or fun

Suddenly, he's always popping up in the places you go, always offering you a drink, always getting tipsy enough to invite you to dance

Oh yeah, he certainly wants you

Fortunately for him, you're his lovely significant other only a few weeks later

He enjoys practising sparing with you, though he usually loses with just strength to strength, hsi wits certainly make him a tougher opponent

Striker find your resolve fiery, and something about you ignites something in him that leaves him wanting more

Author's Note - Actually love these guys sm... good crew you chose bear non I respect it!

Also I CATCH all the love you sent my way and EAT IT 🖤

[jumpingjoltiks]

Would you consider writing some enemies to lovers with Emmet or Ingo? 🥲

YES!! I WOULD LOVE TO.

Dearly Detested

Pairings: Emmet x gn!Reader

Warnings: None :)

You and Emmet have known each other since you were both in school - Rival Classmates

While you're both equally intelligent and passionate about battling, you have better social skills then he does. and it pisses him off.

No matter whether he beats you in a battle or not, your classmates still side with you. It isn't fair!

In your mind, this uppety jerk has been far too blunt with you. He's insulted your battle strategies, insisted that bug types (ugh, ew!) are the best, and has generally been a pest demanding battles from you.

Thankfully, once you're old enough, you're able to part ways and go on your separate journeys. You both breathe a sigh of relief at never having to see the other again.

Cut to many years later, you've just started work in Nimbasa, and who do you happen to see on a local billboard - surely it couldn't be that smug bastard and his shithead twin?! No way they're so successful!

Oh you have to beat him in battle.

You pick out the strongest members of your team and start to challenge the double lines.

It's... much harder than you expected. You're not used to double battles, but you're determined to knock that stupid grin off his face.

Emmet, meanwhile, is very satisfied watching his old rival get their team knocked out again and again.

When you finally reach him, he's almost impressed. Almost. But he can't help rubbing it in your face a little.

"I am Emmet. You have spent a long time getting to my car. Do not worry. This will be your final stop."

You're so angry that you let it get to your head, and you lose. Badly. All of your hard work and here you stand, humiliated.

"What a shame. I expected better from you. But you know, in a Double Battle, if you misread one thing, the rest will be totally different. Please win 20 battles in a row, and fight with me again."

You're going to kill him. You're actually going to kill him.

The next time you come through, you have a new strategy. It works well for you. You work through his team methodically - this time you won't let your emotions get the better of you - and you come out victorious.

"Not bad! That was a verrry exciting battle. It was fun! The next time you challenge me, I won't lose."

Your ire has been cooled by your victory. Despite yourself, you find that challenging the subway has been the most fun you and your team have had in a while. So you go again. And again.

Your battles with Emmet are always new and exciting. You try to come up with as many interesting strategies as you can, and you can tell he's doing the same. You challenge each other. It's fun to have someone who can keep up with you.

Emmet has been keeping an eye on you during your battles. There's a lot you can tell about someone from the way they fight with pokemon. You're different then how you used to be - smarter. Nicer too. You treat your team so well, even when you lose you're never upset with them.

Over time, bitter banter makes way for a certain playfulness between you. You've been fighting for so long that most of the bad blood between you has been washed away with the flow of time.

One autumn afternoon, you're buying popcorn for a flick at the local movie theater, and who should happen to saddle up beside you but the subway boss.

"Look what the purrloin dragged out! Didn't realize you ever left the tunnels."

By wild chance, he's here to see the same movie that you are. You sit together because you know each other and it's convenient. Definitely not for any other reason, you tell yourself. Certainly not because you're friends.

When it's over, you still have much of the afternoon left. You could go home, or...

Neither you nor Emmet want to part ways quite yet. What a difference from how you used to be, when you couldn't wait to get away from him. You spend most of the afternoon together, walking through one of the local parks and just talking. It's nice. You have more in common then you thought you would.

Perhaps this could be the beginning of something wonderful.

Thanks for reading 💕

Emmet happy that he won and reciting his script vs Reader wanting to gut him

[geminiwritten]

what is your writing process like? how do you write so much so fast and how do you not lose steam? (i love everything you write and tbh you’re inspiring me to finish one of my wips)

AH OMG THANK YOU!!! i am inspiring you??? gah, that makes me so happy 🖤

ooh, okay... my process haha WELL once i have an idea or outline, i'll usually info dump into a word doc or notes app. it's absolute nonsense, but it gets me excited and sometimes forcing myself to write through the whole summary will help me discover all the little bits that tie everything together.

then once i've done that, i'll (usually just in my head or notes app) break it up into scenes / moments (this is the part that REALLY helps me stay on track and not burn out, because each scene or moment is exciting so i look forward to the next)

e.g., let's look at my fic 'the plan' (this is literally how i planned it) 1. apartment with phoenix, payback, and fanboy: introduce reader's crush on bob and come up with "the plan" 2. the run where he sees her underwear 3. the sleepover: tension (games), cream pies, borrowed clothes 4. in the kitchen (almost kiss) 5. brief intermission to revamp "the plan" 6. montage of jealous moments 7. group setting to tease bob and get his pov 8. the beach / the finale

so you can kind of see that each scene or moment has something delicious or tense that happens between reader x bob.

THAT is what keeps me going. breaking it into 'moments' where i know something fun is going to happen. sometimes the in betweens and bridging bits are unexpectedly good (when hangman joins in on 'the plan') OR sometimes they're boring... and sometimes (a lot of the time) i just put a dash (-) and cut to the next moment because i feel like a bridging bit will make the fic too long.

and that's pretty much it! i struggle big time when i don't know what's coming next, which used to happen a lot. i used to just start writing and see where it went, but now i feel like i've got the rhythm down!

i know 'planning it' sounds like... duh. but planning out moments is what works. moments that lead up to the BIG moment. and making each little moment delicious is the best part!

other tips and tricks! (that help me, so maybe they might help others)

TALK DIALOGUE TO YOURSELF (i do this when i walk my dog or clean the house or shower, it helps SO much especially with fight scenes or big confession scenes where characters need to bounce off each other, because you can naturally respond without thinking too much which is what would happen with the characters if they were real! then don't forget to write it in your notes or something)

if you're not sure about your 'moments' use headcanons / tropes!!! or watch movies / shows with two love interests who have a similar dynamic to your characters (i get lots of cute moments from friends, b99, the office) even small bits of dialogue that you could build a moment around!

WRITE A FULL SCENE OR MOMENT, THEN READ IT BACK / EDIT. don't lose the momentum to edit as you go, but also i like to edit each section before i move on so i know it's flowing well. then i do an overall re-read / edit a day or so AFTER finishing.

take breaks! watch edits! go for a short walk! it all helps, because once you're not staring at the screen, it'll probably come to you

in saying that though... i write BEST when i'm at a desk, in my study, no noise. so if you're struggling on the couch with a movie playing and someone talking in your ear... i'd say give the quiet a go! (although, i'm a bit of a hermit and i talk to myself so much while writing, i can't possible be in the company of other people)

I'M SO SORRY THIS WAS WAY LONGER THAN IT NEEDED TO BE BUT I LOVE SHARING AND I LOVE HELPING OTHER PEOPLE TO WRITE WHEN I CAN SO I HOPE SOME OR ANY OF THIS IS HELPFUL 🖤🖤🖤

[dancingmonbelum]

simon x gn!reader

cw // deaf reader, simon being ableist, mention of hearing loss/deaf, simon being toxic.

—————————☆—————————

Communicating was hard enough for Simon, given that he wasn't a very social person. One was sufficient; two were demanding; and three were exhausting. Although that much was forgotten when he met you, the only person who was patient enough to crack that wall– allowing him to open up even to the smallest details of his life.

As time went by, the accumulated words he had said to you was greater than to anyone he had even knew in his whole life. That alone showed just how much he appreciated being heard by you, he never knew his words– his life, could be so interesting to someone to elate excitement and adoration.

But, the house– once full of spoken tales was quieted down when you found out that you're experiencing hearing loss. To the point that you could lose it forever. From there, Simon would find his words falling on deaf ears and him having to constantly repeat everything to you. Not just once– sometimes twice, and on special occasion, thrice. This moment was no exception to that problem.

"Sorry, Si, what was it?"

Silence erupted between them after the second time Simon had already repeated himself.

"Nevermind. You taken your meds yet?"

"Oh– right, let me do that right now." You went to grab the bag of medications on the nightstand that Simon had carefully prepared for you this week. But, seeing the bag untouched only made Simon sighed in response, your carelessness to this whole thing– It baffled him. 'It's like getting better was not important', he always thought to himself.

"You keep forgetting to take it."

The way you nodded to acknowledge your constant mistake ignited a flame of anger in Simon's heart– letting out a deeper sigh, calming himself in attempt of not letting it spread to his head and blow up.

"Oh, well... you know me, Si. Thank goodness I have you to remind me." You chuckled to your own words, earning a loud grumble from Simon about how it's careless to forget about things like this.

In attempt of downplaying your mistake, you avoided his glaring eyes. Hoping that he'd let it slide, again. But, it didn't work this time.

"Just– please, why're you not taking this seriously? It's like you want to go deaf." He dramatically flailed his arms around, before they made its way to tug on his hair in frustration. You don't want to believe the words he's saying right now, because you swear nothing had been this crystal clear to you since you lost your hearing.

"It's always 'can you repeat that?' with you. Why do I have to keep repeating things?"

His words would only grow harsher, and you knew you had to stop it before it worsen. But, there was no stopping Simon as he stood up from the bed and turned around abruptly to face you.

"It feels like I'm the only the one who cares about this! So, lemme ask you this– again and again, and again– why are you doing this?"

"Si, you know I'm not doing that on purpose–"

"And I'm supposed to buy that?"

"Well, I didn't ask to be like this, Simon–"

"Well, I also didn't ask to be with someone who's going deaf so fucking quickly. But, life's not always sunshine and rainbow, huh?"

It always hurts to be honest, but a part of Simon of have always wanted to throw those words at you. But, what hurts even more was seeing your face contorted to despair and guilt when he knew you heard him clearly– the only moment he wished you hadn't.

"I'm tired of this."

And with that, Simon slammed the door behind him– leaving you blanketed with the unbearable silence and the wrenching guilt of letting Simon bear with your situation.

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a.n. it's my first time writing something...

[transryanguzman]

Can I ask what it was that changed your mind? Or was it more than one thing? I'm so curious because I suspect a lot more people are about to as well...

well, idk a lot of things. like, mostly i've always been a Buddie First person. Like it was really the ship that got me into fandom, and I've always suspected there was a chance we'd get canon buddie in the end (i think at the lowest end of the scale, i was giving it a 50/50 shot and never less than that). i didn't mind tommy at all, and i even liked the pairing and enjoyed buddietommy AND i actually enjoy eddietommy as well (i actually think it's my favorite of the Tommy Ships and I have some friends that write really really great eddietommy fics that i definitely will still read).

i honestly have had some mixed opinions about all of the fandom drama type stuff - like i have people blocked on both sides who said things that didn't sit right with me so it's not so much that. i mostly tried and still try very hard to keep out of That Part of it because I just don't see any reason. There are always gonna be shitty people in all parts of any fandom I don't particularly see any reason to single out an entire shipbase for the actions of a handful of people who don't have lines or understand that harassing real people over fake ships is wrong.

after confessions, i think bt just didn't really hit the same for me maybe? like i was sad for a minute and i thought i might miss tommy as a character, but in the end i barely even noticed all that much, and the break up was kind of like eh, for me. like i liked it for what it was and then it was done. not to mention, in general, there was a lot of negativity and just downerism over there anyway - suddenly everyone hated the show and Had Never Liked It To Begin With and it had Always Been Bad. Half of the BT fans were like Oliver is a Horrible Diva Who Just Wants Attention. Tommy/Lou got me in teh divorce. Etc etc. It was kind of a nightmare and just sucked the fun out of everything for me, personally. I don't begrudge anyone it didn't do that for. Everyone should have fun in fandom the way they choose, but that's not fun for me.

And then 8x09 happened and it just felt like buddie happening was imminent and i got really excited because that's legit what i've always wanted (and was never quiet about! i never denied it! i always said it was what i wanted!), and i followed some more buddie shippers and just got more and more excited after that ep.

and then i started to lose followers/mutuals lmao. like it started with one person and some vague posts about people being delusional, and then i just decided i didn't care. and then i got an anon asks telling me i was "hanging out with toxic buddies" and they were "ashamed we were ever mutuals" and i was like ah i see this is what it's gonna be like. i am just posting about the ship i like the most and being excited and whimsical and clowning about it with some friends and this is what happens. so i just decided i didn't care anymore and really embraced it.

because to be honest, i'd rather be a ridiculous delusional buddie shipper than the kind of person who unfollows and blocks their friends because they like another ship better, and i think after last week's episode i'm just fully all in and i didn't really love the way tommy acted about all the eddie stuff anyway (like i really really thought making a celebratory claim about the man you're trying to get back together with's best friend who you KNOW he has a really deep relationship with is a dick move), so i just. idk. and i've found that buddie fandom has been more of a fun and positive experience.

and i'm sure there will be people here who won't like me because i was on that side of the fandom for a long time and because there's a part of me that definitely still finds tommy interesting as a character, even though i don't want him dating buck at all anymore, and that's fine too, but i am fully all in on buddie now. it's what i want to see. some of it has to do with fandom, but most of it has to do with actual canon and the fact that it's always what i wanted, and it was just fun enjoying buck kissing a boy for a while, but now i feel like it's time for him to be kissing THE boy, ya know? like tommy helped him get here, but eddie is his person. like really for real his person, and i won't apologize or feel bad for feeling that way and thinking that's what the text is telling me.

IDK if any of that makes sense. I just hope I don't lose any buddie followers for any of what I'm saying. lmfao

did that even answer your question?

[artdotpage]

Problems facing modern artists & creators

I've talked with hundreds of artists and creators about the difficulties they face trying to earn a living from their craft.

This post covers two of the big ones (social media algorithms & bargain basement marketplaces), and what tools are available to grow your business despite these issues.

Social Media Algorithms and Audience Ownership

Social media platforms are a godsend for getting your work in front of potential clients and building a loyal fan base.

However as you will all have experienced, it can take a mastermind to figure out what kind of content the algorithm wants you to post, and if you don't do that you'd be as well throwing your content into the void as even your own followers might not see your post, never mind new viewers.

It also means you don't truly own your audience, if you post something slightly controversial your account could be deleted without warning, or perhaps a billionaire buys the site and everyone flocks to a new platform where you have to start growing your following all over again.

Solution: Build a mailing list

This is perhaps the single best marketing tool available to any business, and is sorely overlooked by artists and creators.

It's cost effective and because you own your mailing list it doesn't matter what's happening on social sites, you can always keep in touch with them.

The tricky part is converting people into mailing list subscribers. However I've seen plenty of creators successfully build one by offering incentives including free digital downloads, early access to content, discounts on your store etc.

Those who sign up to your mailing list would be considered high quality followers, someone who is much more likely to convert to a paid client and buy from you again in the future compared to the average follower on social media.

Tools

https://art.page/

https://substack.com/

https://convertkit.com/

Losing clients to undercutting competitors on the same platform/marketplace

If you run your business on a marketplace or platform, your clients are one click away from finding plenty of other choices who are willing to undercut everyone else to land a sale.

These sites have no incentive to make sure that traffic you drive to your profile actually purchase from you. Whether a sale is made through your listing or another seller, they collect their fee either way.

They also use uniform designs which reduce you to a generic product listing. Whilst this can simplify the customer experience, it means you have no control over the sales funnel and ability to differentiate yourself, making it harder to convert potential clients into paying customers.

Solution: Direct clients to your own site

Use your own personal website to make sales from, there are plenty of options with no monthly charge and lower fees than marketplaces. This lets you make dedicated marketing pages showcasing your best work to make a client excited about doing business with you, instead of just being a generic product listing.

Take advantage of marketplaces purely for their customer base. Don't rely on them as your sole business platform. This way, any fees you pay are worthwhile to generate sales you wouldn't have had otherwise. 

Tools

https://art.page/

https://www.bigcartel.com/

https://squareup.com/

Interested in more?

There's plenty more I have to share on this topic, including:

How to properly use Print on Demand without getting ripped off

Streamline managing your business so you spend more time creating and growing your business.

How to better utilize your brand to connect with clients and increase sales

So let me know if you’re interested and I’ll get writing!

Transparency

I'm building https://art.page to solve these exact issues, with the goal to create the best all in one site builder for artists and creators that makes running your business easy.

[lynamei]

Political plot: where to start

Well, some people would try to seem wise and say something like ‘at the beginning’. Here we are, then, trying to figure out what that beginning would be.

Before we dive head first into perfecting your plot, there's some important nuances that you should decide on. And you should keep them in your head through the entire process of planning your plot. So the question you should find the answer to is the following:

Why do you want to write it, what do you want to tell your reader with it?

That's important lest you lose the thread and become caught up in the excitement of intrigues, power plays and winning moves. Because then you risk overcomplicating the plot and creating too many unnecessary tangents that wouldn't make sense in the end. Or worse: you’ll pause at some point, look back and feel lost at what you should do with all that mess.

So yeah, the reason your plot is what it is.

It doesn't have to be something socially important (like the dangers of introducing computers to governing to guarantee impartiality and equality). Even if you think that your reasons are too simple or silly, they exist and they are important to you. That's all that matters. You don't have to share your reasons with other people, just keep them in mind to ensure that the story progresses as it should.

Then comes another important detail.

You have to decide whether it's your central plot line or your subplot. And it's not because a central plot demands more attention and knowledge than a subplot, though some might think like that. But there is a fundamental difference between the two. For your subplots you have to decide how they are connected to the main plot. So, there's one more point for you to think through.

The first option obviously means that your story actually is about politics.

It doesn't have to be only about politics, stories with multilayer plots and complex problems are as interesting as the ones featuring single focus. So, no need to make everything a political move. But you will have to remember that politics are in the centre.

One of the most well-known examples of political plots is George Martin’s ‘Game of Thrones’ series. Now, I won't comment on the quality of it, but the fact remains - the story is about the struggle over the throne that is the symbol of the ultimate power. Other storylines are tied to this one. Even the supernatural subplot with Others and the Long Night is somewhat dependent on the political turmoil of the Seven Kingdoms.

What does that mean? Only that most (probably not all) of your subplots will be to some point defined by the main plot or coloured by it. Like, marriage of two people loving each other isn't only marriage now, but a political alliance, obstacle on the path to power, or a hidden danger. Possibilities are numerous. Also, not everything has to be touched by your political plot, but that should be an exception, not a rule.

The second option is writing a political subplot. It obviously must have some importance to the story (why would it be there otherwise?) and some ties to the main plot.

A subplot can be:

a way to better unfold a character’s personality and/or history (the storyline of Ciri’s origin from Witcher books series)

a component of some bigger conflict (Landsmeet quest in Dragon Age: Origin);

a background to the main story (pretty much most books written by Remark);

a side of the complex and multifaceted central plot (like in Harry Potter ideological side is the part of struggle between good and evil).

There are, of course, other possibilities of political subplots. You only need to think up the thing you want and tie it logically to your main plot. Remember: you are the author. If you decide that some action, behaviour or other element of the story is political and you show it to your readers then everything is as you say.

Now, when you decide why you have this specific plot, you must understand that politics is all about power and influence. It might be not the political power in its pure form (like a throne, a post of president or conquering a neighbouring tribe), but it's power nonetheless. Each of your characters wants it, needs it for some reason or is in possession of it, and events unfold around it.

And if you went for a political subplot instead, you should determine what parts are relevant for your story but still trace the entire line at least in your head. Because if some attentive reader notices that something doesn't add up, you’ll have to fend off a series of critiques, not always kind. Slacking off isn't worth it.

Next up, we’re delving a little deeper into political worldbuilding, going over the main elements you’ll have to account for. Those are all things that will be important in your plotting. How the political system is built and functions. Which political institutions can and cannot coexist. What place political culture has in the system and what are sociopolitical implications in everyday behaviour.

Until the next time. Stay safe.