#Weekly Update

[musicalislife]

“Yes, we know we keep teasing you. No, we’re not sorry. 😇”

📸Weekly Update 2025.05.12.

[cherryblossom-heart]

Hi besties, weekly update!

So, this upcoming week we have some new material coming! DILF!Toji x GoGoDancer!Reader SMAU in Dancing in the Dark (this is for you lovely 🌙) , we also have Model!Satoru x MakeupArtist!Reader SMAU in Stealing the Spotlight. That's coming at the end of the week as I would like to leave some chapters ready before posting them.

Back to our regular schedule... between Monday and Wednesday we'll have part 7.5 of I hate you as well as part 8 which is already ready, I just need to finish the written part. And for what most of you are waiting for... The distance between us pt 3!!! That's probably coming between Friday and Saturday but if the stars align and I don't have a lot of work this week I'll post in on Wednesday or something.

(Ik you guys don't need an update like this but it just helps me schedule my times and motivate me to write it since I already promised you guys haha)

Hope you guys have a lovely day and I hope to see you around ❤️

[rs-hawk]

My Brother’s Hot Friend: Week One

FtM Reader x Dragon

Week One, Week Two, Week Three, Week Four

Your brother got a new best friend when he was in high school. You always had a bit of a crush on him, but he was older and cold. When your friends were over at the same time as him, you’d all joke about him being reptilian. As the years went on, your brother and him stayed close. Even after they both went off to different colleges. Even after you ended up going to college.

One summer, your brother and you had come back to visit your parents. Staying in your old childhood rooms reminded you of what high school was like. Especially when he came back to visit his parents as well, so your brother and him ended up hanging out a lot. You couldn’t help but notice how tall he was-had he always been so tall? Had he always been towering man with eyes that cut through you?

Your brother was invited to a party, and to your surprise, he invited you along too.

“You’re too uptight. Every time we talk, you’re always studying. Do you even have any friends on campus? I mean, come on Y/N. You have a single dorm and you don’t even have a boyfriend to have over. It’s kind of a waste,” he teased you right after he invited you.

“You don’t have to try to pressure me. I was going to say yes anyways,” you muttered. “I’m gonna to get ready.”

“Good! You’ll have a lot of fun, and I’m bringing Drake,” he announced before running off like a little kid to his room.

You don’t know why the idea of Drake being there made you so nervous. It took you longer than you thought to get ready because of the way your hand was trembling. By the time you’re done, your brother was impatiently in the car, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel.

“Finally dude. Come on. We’re already late. All the hot girls are gonna be taken and all the good punch is gonna be drank. I’m going to be pissed if I’m stuck drinking beer all night,” he told you, speeding out of the driveway before you were even buckled up.

When you got to the party, you recognized the house as one of your brother’s old friend’s house. You’d gone for a birthday party a couple times when you were younger. So, you slipped to the bathroom to double check your appearance before you ran into Drake.

Your hair was slicked back and pulled into a tight braid that snaked down your back. The black button up you’d gone with was fully buttoned, so you took a second to unbutton the first two. It wasn’t a job interview. You knew you shouldn’t look like such a prude. Your plain jeans and boots you knew were fine, so after hyping yourself up for a moment in the mirror, you rejoined the party.

Drinks were pushed into your hand, and you got pulled into random conversations. You didn’t see Drake, but the more you drank, the less you cared. It wasn’t until some guy was chatting to you about how hard his Computer Science degree was to get that you finally spotted Drake, glaring at you from across the living room.

A laugh escaped your lips. Even when everyone else was having fun, he was cold and unmoving. The guy you’d been chatting with you acted offended, but you didn’t care all that much. Your body was warm from the alcohol, and you had a confidence you’d never had before. You apologized and slipped away from him so you could make your way to Drake.

“Hey loner,” you said with a smirk as you plopped next to him.

“What do you want?” he muttered, folding his arms over his chest and turning away.

His annoyance only made you more insistent on talking to him. You touched his arm at one point, making him reel back as if you burned him. It hurt a little bit, but you swallowed it down. Eventually, your brother came to find you, and was surprised to find you red faced and slurring drunk.

“Man, I really wanted to run Y/N home real quick so I could go home with this girl, but getting him anywhere is going to take forever,” he groaned.

“I’ll take him home,” Drake offered, though you could tell from his tone of voice he was still annoyed.

You yawned, resting your head on Drake’s shoulder. “I’m good. Seriously. Drake’s such a buzz kill that it’s not like I’m putting a damper on his night. You should go have fun though.”

Your brother laughed, ruffling your hair and fist bumping Drake. Drake muttered something you didn’t catch through the blood pounding in your ears. A few minutes after your brother left, Drake pushed you off of him.

“Come on Y/N. You can stay over with me for tonight. I don’t want to wake your folks up this late and there’s no getting you to bed quietly,” he said as he grabbed your hand, tugging you to your feet.

“Okay,” you said in a tight voice, your skin tingling where he was touching you. Your entire body was on fire.

He led you through the party, his fingers interlocked with yours to make sure you didn’t get lost. Once outside, he tugged you closer to him, wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you pressed against his side. You took the opportunity to nuzzle against his arm, almost burrowing there. You felt like you were on cloud nine.

Drake groaned and you were worried he was going to push you away, but he didn’t. Instead, he clung tighter to you, his nails feeling almost like… claws.

[lilacxquartz]

TO SAVE A BROKEN SOUL • suguru geto x cursed spirit fem!reader

ao3 • masterlist • mdni < previous chapter • next chapter >>

summary: after much too long in confinement without feeding, you go stir crazy and suguru gets a reminder of what you truly are.

trigger warnings: death, non-con, blood, feeding, violence

Chapter 4: Like Clay

‘Divine Intervention’ is what Suguru Geto called your role in the cult; on occasion, you would be called to demonstrate his capabilities of something that could closely resemble a god—or at least a person blessed—chosen, perhaps.

Although, something strange continued to stir within him, as though he was overcome with a slew of odd feelings that he quite didn’t like whenever he beckoned for something negative to occur.

Whenever he had to watch you feed.

After a while, Suguru made an internal decision to bring you out less and less, essentially confining you to the manipulated pocket in the bedroom instead. There would be times that he didn’t visit you, leaving you to hibernate for perhaps longer than he had intended to do so.

He was a busy man, after all. Why should he worry, if you were capable of being dormant?

Initially, Suguru tried to keep away from you to lessen whatever strange feeling was boiling away from within him, but even as he stayed away, that same sort of carnal hunger continued to stir all the same. He would be gone for days, only returning every once in a while to inspect your form as if almost by routine; treating your statued presence as something close to a shrine.

It wasn’t that you were truly dormant though.

You were hungry, actually.

Maybe even starved.

Oh, you maybe even wanted to consume him just as a means to punish him.

The next time he visited you would have mean almost a full week with no feeding and after such a long break, you couldn’t quite control yourself as well as before.

Lurching forward as soon as he crossed the barrier, you toppled him down with a feral strength that could have matched his own. He found himself quickly pinned down against the floor, trying to wrangle you off of him before you could do any significant damage.

As Suguru locked his own eyes with yours, he managed to contain your outburst, but only just.

Pulling back as he pushed his body away from the manipulated space, he took a deep breath before speaking, “What the hell was that?”

“I’m hungry,” you replied without even skipping a beat. Although, you quickly tried to compose yourself, adopting a more humane tone. Something about him saying that you were capable of mirroring humans stood out to you, leaving you wondering if you could use that to gain sympathy from him. “I usually go hunting in the woods… but I can’t do that right now.”

Nodding, he tried his best to understand you better. “What did you eat before?”

“Wild animals,” you replied.

“And because of ‘Divine Intervention’, I take it that I’ve given you a taste for humans now?” he considered.

You resigned with a deep exhale, almost cautious to admit it. “…Yes.”

Suguru hummed as he thought of a solution, momentarily dulling the manipulation before leading you outside. There was a sort of suburb not too far from the temple, where mostly non-sorcerers resided. He had a dark idea form in his mind as he commuted to it, knocking on the door to a random unsuspecting house.

When an old man answered, he walked you both inside and closed the door. He grimaced slightly, taking in the scent of the house, cursing internally to himself that he had forgotten his disinfectant.

“Go ahead,” he murmured towards you, watching as you twitched, fully understanding what he was implying.

The hunger didn’t wait to kick in that time as you soon lunged towards the man, hearing his pained screams and cries as you tore through his flesh. Your eyes rolled back with almost extract coursing through your bloodstream before the high finally wore off and you had a moment longer to process exactly what he had you do.

Feeling once again disgusted with yourself—as well as him—for enabling such a thing, you leaned against a wall while Suguru dropped the corpse of the man he was otherwise holding in place for you, the body making a dull thudding noise as it hit the floor.

Something new came into his mind, something uninvited that once again tormented him. But he was starting to realise that whenever he watched you feed on others, that he could almost feel something close to… jealousy?

The walk back to his chambers was in complete silence as you resigned to the adjacent en-suite he walked you back into, standing perfectly still and blank eyed as he blotted blood off of your skin.

“Stay still,” he murmured, his eyes determined and locked in with intense focus, keen to disinfect and clean off the areas that he was certain that you touched the man with.

Suguru unfortunately now understood his feelings a little better; it was a familiar feeling, to feel lust. To feel a crush, even.

But he never imagined that it would be with something quite like you.

~~~

Returning you into the pocket of space, he had already concluded earlier today that he didn’t want you to perform ‘Divine Intervention’ anymore. There was a reason to stop with that anyway, as thinning the herd too often meant that there would soon be no sheep left to follow.

“You don’t have to do it anymore,” he murmured, seeming certain of something, “divine intervention, I mean.”

“Are you letting me go?” you asked.

However he shook his head instead.

Some unease played into your senses next, leaving you feeling unsure. “Killing me…?”

He shook his head again, instead stepping forward into the pocket, walking you back up against the wall to stare at you up close, using his fingertips to trace over your skin—his touch almost soft—yet somehow taunting, as though carrying a threat behind it.

It felt dangerous to let him touch you like that.

He focused on your eyes next, trying to convince himself one last time that his feelings were merely diluted. If cursed spirits were the manifestations of human negativity, then how was it that you could exist as something in between?

You didn’t seem negative, but you also didn’t seem positive.

You simply just were.

With this thought, he took a step back and led you out of the space again, gently sitting you down onto the bed. As long as he willingly held onto you, then you could pass through the pocket as needed.

Looking over you, Suguru crouched down ever so slightly as he started to undress you. His eyes intently scanning your body as he at long last reunited with the sight of what drew him in initially. Unable to take his eyes off of your bare form—he couldn’t help but stare longingly at the cursed marks once again—them to tattooed lingerie on marbled flesh.

He followed the blotches of organic ink with his eyes before standing up again, not speaking a single word. He hovered over you as he quietly got himself undressed, seeming tense the entire time while doing so, not quite believing what he was about to do.

(And who—or even—what with.)

Although, something did manage to bother him once again.

“You’re not going to try and stop me?” he asked, barely anticipating your reaction.

“I don’t want to do this,” you admitted, “but that doesn’t make a difference to you, does it?”

Suguru narrowed his eyes as he hovered over you, gently pushing your back against the bed. “Then tell me you want me to stop.”

“Why?” you asked, confused as to what he really wanted from you.

“Just try to,” he almost pleaded with a strained whisper, desperate for you to appear if only the slightest bit human in his eyes. Or not to, so that he could justify what he was about to surrender to.

Remembering the importance of emotion for humans, you tried to do so.

“Please stop,” you said that time, taking on a concerned tone. “I don’t want to do this.”

“Tell me to stop again,” he murmured again, positioning the tip of his cock against your entrance, his hands pushing apart at your legs.

“Stop,” you repeated, “I really don’t want this—“

“—keep begging me,” he encouraged, almost, spitting over his tip to further lubricate his entry into your cunt. He gasped as he slipped himself inside, feeling your firm yet soft walls take him in.

“Y-you’re hurting me,” you continued to say, adding more desperation into your tone, giving into the humanity you didn’t know you had, “please.”

However, Suguru had no plans to stop from the beginning. None at all. He pushed himself into you, shuddering at just how tight you felt clenched around his shaft, relishing the pleasure he felt from you taking him in.

You felt so unreal to him, as if perfectly sculpted to fit him, as if you were made for him and him alone.

“Try to fight me off,” he grunted, rutting into your cunt at unforgiving pace, unable to physically part his flesh from yours. His eyes were wide and manic—his expression almost bordering feverish—desperately consumed by how much he could lose himself in you, mesmerised by your form. His fingers continued to press into you, marring prickled crescents from his nails into your skin like bruising clay; marking you with fingerprinted petals that stained your flesh.

You pushed at him, but the position he had you locked in felt compromising and you couldn’t do a single thing. His chest pressed against yours, trapping you beneath him—his body soon produced sweat that rolled against your form—beads of it rolling off of your body and staining the mattress instead. He pounded into you instead, his hands roaming around your body like a sabotaging sculptor daring to claim you as his own, his hands intent to remodel you as his.

Suguru then presented you with his forearm, pressing hit right against your lips as he positioned himself even more over you. His eyes trained on your teeth, feeling confused as to why you were resisting and not feeding on him.

“I can handle it,” he challenged, seeing the hunger that was now familiar to him forming in your eyes. A beautiful hint of yellow that swirled around in the void, like a star lost deep in space.

You however continued to resist, turning your nose away and fixating your gaze onto the ceiling instead. Despite what he was doing to you and how much he seemed to be enjoying it—it felt like a trap to accept.

Reworking his approach, he withdrew his arm slightly. “How much do you need to take when you feed?”

“Not a lot,” you curtly replied, still feeling some hunger leftover from before. Blood was something you savoured much more than flesh, but your instincts could seldom be controlled when you fed.

“You’re hungry right now,” he stated, momentarily anchoring down his arm to steady himself, pushing harder to impale you with his spearing cock. “I can tell that you are,” he added, making sure to press himself harder into you, “so feed off of me. I can take it.”

Suguru melted over you, positioning his forearm once again over your mouth in an almost submissive and surrendering display, finding that the second time that he did so, you couldn’t help but give in. He grunted as he seethed, feeling your teeth grind into his now bleeding flesh—his body tightened—his inner instincts recoiling, his emotions tense, yet as he watched you feed, his eyes couldn’t help but soften.

As though it was something that was freshly awoken, his movement against your sore cunt became rougher, harder, almost violent as his own pleasure quickly built to an almost dizzying state. It was a feeling that was beyond his own understanding, but as he finally tore his arm away from you—before you completely drained him—he couldn’t help but give into his clearly sick obsession.

With an almost breathless grunt, still pounding into you, his tone of voice became aggressively possessive, “I’ll be the one to satisfy your cravings from now on, just as you’ll satisfy mine,” he panted, his expression momentarily grimacing at the bite marks. Undeterred, he rammed himself against you with more vigour, his release finally closing in at long, long last.

Picking up the pace a final time, he whined an almost pained guttural moan as he finally relaxed against you, the final thrust being just enough to milk him completely.

He fell limp over you, moulding himself against you, leaving traces of him behind and sculpting you into something sickening, maybe even something darkly beautiful, but ultimately, his and his alone.

Suguru shuddered as he felt himself empty, surrendering to your body that he tried to seek comfort from and yet found none from. He remained still confused, but almost devastated otherwise that you still didn’t seem to truly oppose him. That you didn’t cry from the pain nor try to fight him off anymore, despite claiming to not want this just moments before.

Your eyes and the now lacking light within them only continued to upset him, yet he could have sworn that he felt so seen in such a delicate moment.

So seen for who he truly was.

So, who really was the real monster here?

(Or rather, who was really a prisoner of who?)

~~~

this is part 2 of lilac’s bite sized yandere nightmares

[barbwritesstuff]

Thicker Than Weekly Demo Update

I finished Chapter 12 this week. That wasn't what I was meant to do, but that's what I did. I had a ton of fun getting a little gory and gross with my descriptions of vampires ripping each other to bits. Enjoy!

[ravennaortiz]

Hey Loves!

As a reminder I am taking time away to catch up on on life things, recharge and be present on my family vacation. :). I will be back sometime around 5/8-5/10.

I have made the decision that no new stories will come out while I am away.

Please feel free to message me, send asks, comment on old stories, tag me in yours and other things you think I would like still. Once I am back I will respond and the story schedule will resume.

As always happy reading!

Love R!

[pomegranatelycan]

Weekly dump: Busy

Hello! First I wanted to thank everyone that liked and commented on my first weekly dump! I planned to post another regardless if no one commented but seeing so many people actually reading my post and enjoying it…it made me really emotional. I’ve always felt really small and sometimes even unimportant to people in my life (not to my darling sweet wife but you get what I’m saying) so seeing so many people reading my post and enjoying what I had to say meant a lot to me.

So, why is this post titled busy? Well, I’m busy. Rather, I made myself busy. I have two weeks of school left but I decided to do all my finals this week instead of waiting. As an English major, I’m very fortunate to have final essays as opposed to in person finals, so once the paper is done that’s it. Currently I only have one more essay left!! This semester is my final one and I really wanted to relax before my graduation ceremony! This also gives me time to apply to my masters program without worrying about my current assignments! Honestly this has been the best crunch week I’ve ever had, my writing has come super easily to me and as a result I haven’t been stressed despite the numerous essays I’ve had to write!

That being said…I’ve still made time to take things slow and enjoy my time. I’ve been playing a lot more style savvy than animal crossing, I guess it’s just a bit easier since style savvy is more guided so it keeps my attention a bit longer than acnl (though I still visited my villagers this week don’t worry!) I really love choosing the random hairstyle option and building an outfit around that look!

Earlier this week we also had a sudden thunderstorm! I live in SoCal, literally an hour away from L.A. so it was very scary to suddenly get such a heavy thunderstorm! Thunder kept sounding right outside my house but a little bit before it started, when it was just raining, I went outside and took some photos! I have a tree with a face named Mel and he is my favorite plant. I want a tree in the front yard of the next place I move to so I can give it a face and a new name. Anyways here’s a moody picture of Mel for your enjoyment!

Isn’t he the cutest? I love trees with faces, they’re so delightful. Speaking of delightful, I watched Wolf’s Rain with my gf this week. I watched it all once when I was 14 and since the person I watched it with was a horrible evil woman, I decided I wanted to watch it again with the love of my life. We watched the first six episodes on what I believe may be a bootleg Blu-ray…I would love to get an official copy of it in the future but for now it’s pretty solid aside from the quick advertisement of titlovi.com at the beginning of every episode, honestly I think it adds to the show. I love physical media so even if it’s a bootleg I’m very happy with owning it lol

I can’t believe I graduate in just a few weeks, it feels surreal. I was in a very bad place mentally when I finished high school and started university so I didn’t honestly think I’d make it this far and…now here I am. About to graduate, twenty two years old, dating my dream girl and perusing my passion for writing and libraries despite all the challenges presented to me. I’m really proud I’ve made it this far and I know I’ll only continue to go further and further with time…I was also looking at photos of myself from when I was younger this week. Back when I was 19 I’d look at younger photos and mourn the girl I used to be. Now at twenty two I can’t help but feel differently. I’ve got so much more ahead of me and while my looks may change I think I’m even prettier and more importantly, I’m far more happier now than I was then.

And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for…my weekly songs + videos!

So I really love goth, new wave, and visual Kei music. However, I think my favorite musician will always be Sheena Ringo. God she’s just incredible. The song I’m about to share is super personal, I have to listen to it once a week with my eyes closed to just let the music engulf me or I have a horrible week. It’s honestly one of the best things I’ve heard ever and I hope that you’ll enjoy it as well! I still can’t fucking believe she wrote this song at 16 like holy shit she was and still is such an incredible creative.

Next song is Stray, the intro to Wolfs Rain!!! I really love the sound of this one and wanted to highlight it cause I forgot how good it was till I started rewatching the show.

And finally, video of the week! As an English literature major, I’m very interested in looking into the factors of what makes a text good or bad. I believe that a majority of the time it’s preference that determines if you like a text or find it horrible. I love Slow Damage and Towa but I think A Certain Hunger and its protagonist are insufferable in comparison. However, the actual text is a good indicator of a texts quality. When looking at creepypastas, often people consider the plot to be bad but I think the writing is much worse than the plot. That’s because for a lot of young writers, creepypasta was their first entryway into the world of writing original stories. As such, when I saw a literary analysis of Jeff the Killer recommended to me on YouTube I got HYPED. And the video delivered, for once someone wasn’t making fun of the story but rather highlighting the awkward writing of the work.

[beckwritesif]

Weekly Update (22/4/25)

Not much to share about writing this week since I had my road trip, it went really well, I got to drive a lot and upkeep my skills lol. It was so beautiful on the mountain and I saw the world’s oldest tree (old Tjikko) which was a great meeting.

I’m getting back to writing tomorrow!

[speakergame]

Progress Update - 7/12/23

hello and happy Wednesday! 💙

things continue to happen So Much, but lucky for me one of those things is progress! A change in outlook on everything has done wonders for me when it comes to my creativity and also my productivity. instead of "soon things will slow down and get back to normal", I've finally accepted the fact that 2023 is the year of Things Happening All The Time Constantly, and that I can't keep waiting for normal.

the horrors persist, but so do I, and I'm not gonna let them slow me down anymore

that particular epiphany has done a lot for me. I think we're finally approaching the last leg of this endless code race! I miss writing so much, and I am really looking forward to getting back to that soon 💙

on a not quite Speaker-related note, my daughter (who is 7 1/2 and also reading this over my shoulder) has decided that I am going to write a story called "The Legend of the Wolf Men" and has also insisted I tell you all about it. it's a high fantasy story in which the player is a werewolf knight and fights zombies. there's a princess involved who is also a werewolf. that's all I know so far, but she wanted y'all to know about it 😂

werewolf princesses will have to wait until I finish this damn update though lmao

I think that's all I've got for this time! I hope you all are staying cool in this terrible heat (or staying warm, for my southern hemisphere friends), and I'll see you all next time 💙💙💙

[sims4t2bb]

bi-weekly update

Hello, and happy Sunday! We're more than halfway through November, and almost done with 2024 - time flies, and our database keeps growing! The latest updates can be found, as always, under the cut. Happy Simming! 💚

— Expansion Packs

Cats & Dogs

6 Days of Pets conversion by @renalp96 has been added.

Horse Ranch

Barrelwood Bath Cabinet, Barrelwood Bathtub, Barrelwood Shower, and Barrelwood Sink conversions by @megamassikalove have been added.

Dried Horse Wallow, High Noon Western Wheatgrass, Ol' Dusty Trail, and Waterhole Western Wheatgrass conversions by @twentyfourfirst-sims have been added.

Life & Death

Conversions of majority of this EP's objects by @platinumaspiration and @tvickiesims have been added.

— Game Packs

Strangerville

B64 Training Bot and Modified B64 Training Bot conversions by @jacky93sims have been added.

— Kits

Cozy Kitsch

The filterable page is now available!

A link to the filterable page in the pinned post has been added.

[musicalislife]

Openstage update is back

“See you soon. Forever yours, Joker Out”😭

📸Weekly update 2025.03.23.

[cherryblossom-heart]

Weekly update!

Hiiii everyone, I hope your week was good. Thank you so much for the support you guys are showing to my smaus, I never thought people would like them that much haha.

Anyways, here are my promises for this week.

Pt 2 of Dancing in the Dark and Stealing the spotlight are coming over the weekend, depending on which one you guys like more that's the one that will come first.

Pt 9 of I hate you will come between monday and wednesday and if I finish it there might be a little extra chapter added.

Pt 4 of The distance between us will come at it's usual day which is friday, hopefully work wont keep me there too long.

Andddddd we have our 2K celebration going on too! So far the poll is very tight so I might have to wait until it's done to see if you guys decided between fluff and angst hahaha. Anywaysss these are my promises but if anything changes I'll let you guys know here.

Also, my masterlist is FUCKED and I have to basically make it again but I'm making some changes so monday you might want to block me for a little bit while I do a new setup haha. Tumblr was just super helpful telling me to instal and uninstall the app, see if that worked 🙄

Anywayssss I wish you guys a great week, and hope to see you around!

[rs-hawk]

My Brother’s Hot Friend: Week Three

FtM Reader x Dragon

Week One, Week Two, Week Three, Week Four

You stood there, confused by what you’d heard. Did Drake really say that? Or were you so drunk that you were just hearing what you wanted to? There was no way your brother’s best friend, the guy you’d been pining after for years, said he missed you. Even if he did, he wouldn’t have meant it like that, right?

“What?” you said softly, looking down at the darkness where you know where your feet are.

Drake just muttered something you couldn’t hear as he lead you to a room. “You can sleep in here tonight. I’ll sleep on the coach.” Your fingers were still interlocked with his as he tried to set you on the bed. “C’mon now kid. You gotta let go.”

“Why?” you asked as you tugged on his hand, as if trying to pull him into bed with you, but really you just wanted him closer to you.

He chuckled slightly, and in the little bit of moonlight that filtered in through the window, you saw him smirk. “Let me get you some water and something to eat. You’ll feel better if you’re not so drunk.”

You knew he was right, but something about the way his rough and calloused hand felt in yours was even more intoxicating. You didn’t want to let it go. “Can I at least come with you?”

He laughed, a full hearted, deep laugh. It made your stomach churn and twist. He was perfect, and you were here with him. “Sure. You can come with me.”

You shakily stood up, but he stopped you. “Are you still wearing your binder?”

You nodded, knitting your brows. “Yeah. So?”

“How many hours has it been?”

“I don’t know.”

He growled softly, nudging you back towards the bed. “Y/N, come on. You have to be careful! Take it off.”

“I don’t want to,” you said stubbornly, letting go of his hand to wrap your arms around your chest.

“I’m just trying to help take care of you,” he argued as he tried coaxing your arms away from your chest.

When you started wriggling away from him, he grabbed your forearms, yanking them roughly away from your chest. “I said, take the binder off, Y/N. You can’t sleep with that thing on.”

Don’t forget to vote on what happens next!

[lilacxquartz]

Those Late Summer Nights I Chapter 15

satoru gojo x f!reader × suguru geto

plot: you moved to tokyo over the summer to take a teaching job. as you get settled in, you find yourself entangled in a toxic dynamic.

chapter summary: having to work with satoru on something on campus, he does something he shouldn’t.

warnings: noncon

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15. Surrender

The training with Suguru was set to resume a couple of days later, just as he had promised for lesson number two. The letters from jujutsu tech also started arriving at Shoko’s doorstep, relieving you that you didn’t have to go back and forth to campus anymore to check if there had been any new mail. Took the system long enough to update, you thought.

You read the letter on your way to meet with Suguru for the next lesson, unsure why you were even entertaining continuing to meet with him at your own will. Maybe it was confusion, or something similar? You didn’t quite understand a single thing that was going on in your head right now and needed some familiarity even if it hurt you.

(Again and again.)

Through the letter, you discovered that you needed to be at the campus to finalise some arrangements with Satoru, who you would be sharing some students with as a finalised decision after all.

Suguru caught up to you quickly as you walked, filling out the empty space beside you with his company, snatching the letter right out of your hands all the while you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You didn’t have privacy around him anymore, it seemed, but it was strangely comforting in a way you didn’t want to understand, wanting to grab onto whatever positive fragment your life teased you with, urging you to hold onto any sort of comfort with all of your remaining will.

You glanced upwards while he read the letter before giving it back to you, something about his demeanour suddenly seeming troubled.

“You’re working alongside Satoru?” he frowned slightly, albeit subtly. Suguru was good at concealing his emotions if he had to, but his eyes always gave him away.

You nodded, folding the paper back into your pocket, “Yeah, um, seems it…”

“In that case,” he hummed, pulling you just a little closer to his side as he walked, “let’s train just a little harder today.”

Usually, you would have thought nothing of it. You already knew that you had to know how to conduct yourself in front of the students and that much was ingrained in your mind already. However, it was the hint of worry that crept through his words that left you feeling a bit hesitant, the tone throwing you off just a little.

The truth was complex and Suguru already knew how badly you were adjusting to him, so he kept the truth hidden for now. Even if it was a risk to do so. Satoru however, surely wouldn’t be risky enough to do anything on campus.

…Would he?

The possibility haunted the back of Suguru’s mind as he reluctantly let go of you, interlocking his fingers along your hand instead. He didn’t trust his friend for this one isolated matter, which was messing him up as well. Rather than leave you alone entirely like last time though, he was going to collect you from the campus instead.

“What time did it say you’d have to be in for?” he asked, trying to feign simple interest in the job instead.

“Um, sometime around two in the afternoon…?” you replied, “It said it would be until four specifically.”

He nodded, making a mental note of it in his mind. He saw that it had to be for Monday, so that’s when he’d show up and pick you up directly, not risking a single repeat of what happened the last time.

“And why do we have to train harder…?” you warily asked, still feeling somewhat sore from before.

Reeling you in a bit closer, he tried to ease your worries, “He’s just a bit too much sometimes and enjoys showing off, I’d want you to keep up, you know?”

“I suppose…” you shrugged, seeming to buy into his response to his relief, although the way he delivered his assurance only seemed to agitate you further. If he was in this deep with you, then why did he continue to withhold things from you? Especially since he didn’t like it when you did the very same.

How frustrating…!

Suguru continued to walk with you, still choosing to conceal his concerns. Something else stirred as he plotted for you to not even start the job at all, but he couldn’t quite justify it just yet. He needed a reason to pull you away from it all, to make it seem justifiable to the both of you rather than just doing so without a cause in mind.

“So yeah, let’s just focus on making today count,” he mumbled, making his way into his car with you, ensuring you were all buckled up before getting ready to go.

For now he settled on a different, less extreme plan, deciding to move you into his place instead permanently later on.

Shoko would be fine, she wouldn’t suspect a thing, surely.

(She would.)

You didn’t say anything but you did let it go, entering the studio along with him after the ride and getting started with him as he prepared himself to teach you how to actually fight now.

And he was going to ensure that this lesson counted, because if he didn’t, then it would be you who suffered more in the end and that was something that he was trying to avoid repeating ever again.

(Not knowing what his friend had in mind at all.)

~~~

Come Monday, the day to go to the campus had finally arrived. Per Suguru’s request, you let him know when you went and promised to shoot him another text when you were done, although he kept an eye on the time anyway.

The atmosphere on campus also seemed to be much more livelier than before as the stillness from summer finally started to move forward again. Students were beginning to move into the accommodation and other staff seemed to be returning to the grounds.

It was still a little unbearably hot though, especially in the late summer heat. Your body felt sore as a result from Suguru’s relentless training and the humidity surely made it all a little worse. Various insects chirping and buzzing alike could be heard in the background, especially where the water flowed.

Satoru could be found in the classroom portion of the campus. The letter told you where to go on that note and you luckily knew where to head exactly because you forced yourself to memorise the floor plan in its entirety while you still resided on the grounds.

His head craned up when he saw you enter the room, seeming happy to meet, “Hey [name], looks like we’re working together after all, huh?”

You smiled and nodded as you entered, however noticing something strangely off about his demeanour but you couldn’t place your finger on it.

“Yeah, seems it,” you replied either way, brushing your hair behind your ear to keep the heat from overwhelming you.

He hummed as you spoke, handing you a timetable with an allocated student that you would both be overseeing. Your eyes scrolled over the paper, seeing a whole lot of scheduling but not a single name.

Pursing your lips together, you tilted your head off to the side in confusion, “Who’s the lucky student? It doesn’t say.”

“Oh, doesn’t it?” Satoru smiled, seeming a little playful. “You might find the details in the supply closet. Should be inside a folder somewhere with this year labelling it, yellow tabbed shelf if so.”

You stood still for a moment as he instructed indirectly what you should be doing, some alarm bells going off in your head as you drifted past him to approach the supply closet. The windows were cracked ajar and the hot air pushed inside, wafting a familiar smell past your senses—a cologne of some sort? It smelled a little like…?

(Your mind made the connection immediately, but you refused to believe it. It couldn’t have been... It couldn’t.)

Stepping inside the closet, you felt immediately trapped somehow, your suspicions turning into confirmations as you felt the small space becoming stuffier. Swinging right around, you saw Satoru standing right before you; his figure blocking the doorway, his once calm eyes that offered still waters were now a raging blue storm, catching you in the middle of it.

“Satoru…?” you asked, watching warily as the warmth from his face faded entirely.

You remembered how Suguru seemed to act after hanging out with Satoru for the evening just a while ago. His hostility didn’t quite add up to you back then, but you were starting to understand something slowly but surely.

“Hey, [name]?” Satoru asked you, his tone of voice ice cold.

“Yeah?” you replied, half torn away deep in thought.

“So, I’ve been thinking…” he trailed off, or at least that’s how it all sounded to you. Something was connecting in your head, like puzzle pieces falling into place. Your brows involuntarily knitted even if you maintained a smile while he spoke, feeling an air of danger grow thick between the two of you.

You nodded on and off and answered him on autopilot, feinging some semblance of what could have been a normal conversation although you zoned out as he spoke. His words became a droning sound the longer that the smell of his cologne sat in your senses and how the memory of Suguru joking to train extra hard now replayed in your mind.

It could have meant nothing, but the intensity on his face when he parted that suggestion didn’t leave your head. His tone just days before was almost pleading and that threw you off now that you were catching up to all of it.

Satoru continued to explained to you how he was going to do most of the talking as if to brag, because he wants to be the fun teacher of the duo. He did say that everything should have a healthy balance though, so you could be the reliable sensible teacher to keep the students in line.

“Don’t you think so?” he would say as he closed in, walking you into the wall.

“What?” you asked as you tried to relax. “Oh, yeah. You can show off.”

Satoru hummed in amusement, “I’m glad we can agree, but you really should have listened more.”

“I have been listening-“ you defended yourself in protest only to be cut off with the truth.

“—no, at least not after a while,” Satoru corrected you, “once I could tell you were distracted, I started reciting nonsense to see if you’d pick up but you ever did,” he concluded with a slight laugh.

“Oh sorry, I thought I was listening,” you tried to defend. You knew that you seemed off too, but you also didn’t quite feel safe in the dynamic he was playing you into. Unlike with Suguru who seemed to be at least somewhat into you genuinely and out of a form of twisted care (or at least that’s what you kept telling yourself to sleep better at night, that he was just misunderstood in his way of expressing his feelings, even though both you and him knew fully well that your relationship was built on something much darker than that.)

“You’re a bit of a mess lately, aren’t you?” he continued to ask, caging you in with his arms.

“Oh…?” you replied, trying to ground yourself together again, “I suppose it’s just nerves?”

He didn’t reply for a moment as he took in the sight of you. In his mind, you were a perfect disaster right now and likely didn’t notice a single thing with how he was approaching you, how he was subtly coaxing you while you were distracted with different thoughts.

Satoru indeed thought that this was the fault of nerves (rather than it being a revelation on your end) and that made it a perfect time to ease into you, to take you away from your own imploding mind and dare he say it, perhaps even share what Suguru kept hidden perfectly well for a while.

And as your very state of being crumbled in front of him, you found yourself barely being able to hold yourself together, not noticing just what exactly you got yourself into and how.

You went into the supply closet to get a folder, right? So why were you backed up against the shelves while breathing in his scent that smelled so much like the… person who…

(Your mind refused to make the connection. This wouldn’t be happening to you a second time, would it? By someone you thought you could trust. Again? There was simply no way. It was a coincidence. It had to be, but the way he trapped you and the way he didn’t seem to let you go was already telling enough.)

“You know, you’re very easy to get along with,” he spoke up after a while, completely catching you off guard with his observation.

“I am…?” you replied as you were broken away from a troubling realisation, not sure what to make of that statement. Was that a compliment? Or did he simply just mean to imply that you were very agreeable?

“Very much so,” he said flatly, not offering you a further explanation.

You tried to move past him but he wouldn’t budge, pushing you back into the closet to keep you right where you were.

“W-What are you doing?” you asked, not wanting to deal with him being this obnoxious. However, something told you that it was much worse than that.

(It was happening again. It was happening again. It was happening again.)

“You know, I don’t usually have to go this far, but,” he said as he spoke up after a moment of excruciating silence, “there’s something I don’t quite get.”

You blinked at him, doing your best to understand, “What?”

“You’re not into me at all, are you?” he asked.

“Are you really asking me that?” you frowned.

“Yeah, I guess I am,” he shrugged, the playfulness still absent from his voice. “So, what is it? Is there someone else already?”

“Well…” you tried to forge a suitable reply but your words were lodged in your throat again; there absolutely was someone else.

“Is there?” Satoru repeated himself.

“Does it really matter?” you asked.

“I guess not,” he replied, forming a faint smile as something dark stirred within him, “I can’t force you to like me, that’s not on you.”

“So, can you move aside…?” you asked.

“It’s just… I feel like you owe me, at least just a little bit,” he said instead as he leaned further in, pressing his body up against yours, “at least after how I’ve helped you as your good friend, you know?”

“I thought friends do things for each other because that’s just the nice thing to do?” you asked, hoping that he really wasn’t holding what he did for you against you.

“I mean,” he replied as he mulled over your response, “you’re right, but it wasn’t something insignificant, was it? I helped you out a lot and friends are allowed to owe friends favours.”

You stared at him.

“Wouldn’t you agree?” He asked as he stepped back just a little, just enough to allow you to breathe again.

“I-maybe?” You considered despite not liking at all where he was going.

He suddenly laughed a little as he eyed you up and down despite the anger playing in his eyes not matching his grin. He knew that he was scaring you and that he wasn’t acting fair, he didn’t usually act this way either but… he also felt played to an extent and regardless of everything else, he was still human (and humans thrived off of irrationality, especially when facing things they didn’t understand).

“Of course, I’m also just messing with you,” he assured, the back of his hand brushing against your face.

“I-If that’s the case, then I’ll just b-be going-“

“—hold up, I didn’t actually say that you could leave yet, now did I?” he said as he didn’t budge yet again. “Just humour me for a sec, [name].”

You sighed but tried to stall it off, despite knowing where this was headed somehow, “Huh?”

(It was the same sort of conversation. The same sort of entitlement. You could feel it. It was the worst type of deja vu.)

“Just… tell me. Why have you been giving me absolutely nothing?” Satoru asked.

“No attention?” you quizzed back, furrowing your brows in utter confusion.

“Well, anything really,” Satoru replied, his smile fading again despite adopting a playful tone, “who’s the loser that’s got you on a leash?”

You kept quiet as you withheld your answer.

“Do I know them?” he pressed.

You looked at the ground and gently nodded your head, your suppressed body language giving it away that it must be someone close to him.

In the back of Satoru’s mind, he already knew from the moment he saw you in Suguru’s room, but he was hoping that it was actually because you didn’t want to be around anyone else. This meant that his friend had also lied to him.

“Don’t tell me,” he said as he raised his voice a little, his tone ripe with mockery and taunt, “you’re both serious, aren’t you?”

“I-I, uh, yeah-“ you nodded, recognising that it was only because he got to you first, because you didn't want it to be over for some twisted reason, because then that would have meant you got used and that possibility ate away at you constantly, keeping you up at night as Suguru held onto you like his life depended on it.

It was that sliver of uncertainty that settled in your mind, again and again.

“—well that’s just incredible, I got the short end of the stick for once, didn’t I?” he laughed a little as he realised it, acknowledging the idea that if Suguru didn’t want to share, that it was actually serious between you two. For some reason, that hurt more than it being just a casual thing.

He suddenly seemed very calm as he relaxed, “Have you two..?”

You nodded again, not daring to reply. In your defence, you didn’t exactly have a say.

“And all I got was a shitty kiss?” he laughed again, finding the comedy in this whole situation.

“S-sorry?” you replied, unsure how to proceed. Why were you apologising? You didn’t owe him anything, you knew that fully well.

“Hey, hey now, don’t worry, I’m just being dumb aren’t I?” he said, his body language relaxing even further as he settled on something, he already knew that he could get away with it.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you asked, unsure how to deal with him right now.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Satoru smiled, leaning closer, “but,” his voice lowered, “we’re going to be working closely now, aren’t we?”

“I-I could transfer-“ you stammered.

He cut you off, his words sounding sharp. “—I could make it so that nowhere else hires you, actually. You should know by now how influential families work, right?”

You didn’t reply, the words stinging a bit too much. He didn’t know the full story but he knew enough to understand that his words cut you a bit deeper with that remark and although some guilt formed in his mind for using that line, he didn’t apologise when he saw the hurt forming in your eyes.

“So,” Satoru spoke up again, continuing with what he wanted to say initially, “what if I asked you to break up with Suguru. Would you?”

“H-huh?” you asked, even if you wanted to at this point, you were pretty certain that he wouldn’t let you.

“What if I wanted you instead?” he asked you, leaning in closer as he continued, “would you break up with him for me?”

“N-no?” you answered him.

“Ah, a shame, but… I don’t like it that it’s only Suguru who gets to have all the fun,” he considered, “you can handle me as well, can’t you?”

“N-no, I’m not like th-that,” you shook your head in response.

“I know you’re not,” Satoru replied, laughing to himself as he seemed awfully relaxed for this intense situation he had you locked into, “but what if I didn’t care about that? What if… I just took what I what I wanted from you anyway?”

“Y-you wouldn’t-“

Interrupting you again, he moved dangerously close, “—who would believe you?”

Your body reacted slightly, attempting to push him away. Some things from the training sessions stuck, like how to keep people off while they presented an opening, but it was only a couple of lessons at most and you were up against someone who had likely been training from the very moment they could walk.

“Oh? So he’s taught you a few tricks, huh?” he laughed, holding you back with a hint of amusement laced his tone, “I don’t have to tell you that it won’t be enough, right?”

As you struggled to reply, Satoru continued to hold you in place with one hand while the other hand unzipped his trousers.

He pushed you down at the shoulders, forcing your knees to bend as you quickly caught on to what exactly he was about to do.

Before you could say anything in retaliation, he cut you off before you could say a single thing.

“Just remember, [name],” he said as he held you below him, “you’re mine too”

“N-no?” you replied, trying to push him away from you but the door behind him was now both closed and locked from the look of it. When did he have time to lock it? Let alone close it—and why was he looking at you like that?

(You knew why, though. You fucking knew why.)

“I’m gonna have you, [name], at least like this,” Satoru purred, his eyes boring yours, “at least for now. You’re going to be mine in one way or another.”

“W-what if someone sees or hears something…?” you asked as you tried to talk him out of it.

“They’ve all gone out to after work drinks, I made sure they all know and usually I’m a late arrival,” he smiled, “besides, students can’t access this building either over the summer.”

Satoru then pulled you towards him as he fumbled with his trousers while your mind couldn’t comprehend what was happening to you. This approach felt humiliating as he loomed over you, keeping you perfectly locked into a kneeling position and so forcefully compliant. Of course he would prefer if you were at least the slightest bit willing, just as he had fantasised but you weren’t… so he adapted.

“Open up, [name],” he purred as he attempted to coax you in without too much force. He felt himself harden quickly, the blood rush feeling almost dizzying, prompting him to think more with his other head than anything else, “It’ll be over sooner if you just cooperate~”

Continuing to protest however, you pushed away from him a second time all the while he simply repeated himself, proving it to painfully pointless to continue fighting against his demand. Satoru’s fingers held onto your shoulders painfully, as though clamping you into place, his own irrationality threatening to escalate unless you surrendered to his own frenzied craving.

Arrogance dripped from his expression as he looked down at you with straight entitlement leaking from his gaze; he felt owed this, especially after for being on good behaviour for so long. Suguru all the while got to you while being pushy—forward, disrespectful and maybe even worse and yet, you didn’t seem to protest too much when around him.

That much stung for Satoru, to see you not even pretend to not be okay. You were fine. Almost accepting of it.

(Not knowing that you were the silently imploding type, but how could he, when you were both so different? While he openly complained through his troubles while you took them in pained suppression, despite you perfectly demonstrating this at his side in late June. He wanted to believe that he pushed a breakthrough for you, to leave a troubling world behind, to forget about the past and move forward, even platonically, but something about his friend having you and not him stirred at something ugly and he hated the taste.)

The pain continued to build while you finally gave in, unlocking your jaw and reluctantly opening your mouth. He didn’t wait around as he brushed the tip of his hardened length against the edge of your lips, the regret and irrationality melting away as he savoured the sight, the ugly taste of envy boiling off into something that tasted sweeter as lust finally settled into the brew.

You struggled initially as you took him in, your mind trying to block out the taste of him and the experience overall as you willed for it to be over sooner than never, not quite daring to scroll your sights up to meet with his hungry eyes. You shuddered almost, as you felt him lean into you; your tongue enveloping him slowly but surely.

Initially, you tried to pull away again as though by instinct. You didn’t think much about such a movement, but he slapped the side of your cheek ever so gently to keep you compliant and paying attention.

“Bad girl, keep giving me attention,” he whispered, pulling you closer to him; his fingers clasping around the base of your skull.

Not protesting a second time, he held onto you as he slid you back and forth against his shaft, feeling the all too incredible sensation of something forbidden, it somehow tasting even sweeter as he got into it. You struggled to take him properly as your lacking experience came into light, feeling unsure of what to even do but this didn’t seem to deter him.

As though to signify you to not worry, he pushed you gradually deeper as he rolled his his hips in a steady motion back and forth; his tip just about managing to reach your throat but your gag reflex worked against you, so he didn’t push you too far—just enough to get the job done.

“Shame you can’t keep up,” he hissed, seething his frustration into the air, “what has he been doing with you otherwise?”

You ignored the comment although it wasn’t like you could protest anyway, feeling him continue to use your mouth while his rhythm slowly but surely picked up. He couldn’t get enough of you struggling to take him, but at the same time, something bitter left behind a sour taste in his mouth again when he noticed tears spill from your eyes, deciding to let you breathe, if only just for a second.

Slapping the side of your face again with his palm, he played it off as annoyance, not concern, “Keep up with me.”

Pushing through it all again, he rocked his hips against your head while staring straight ahead this time; focusing more on the sensation than anything else. He rutted his hips as his release gradually built up, surrendering to something darker than the initial lust that fuelled him—guttural moans escaping his mouth as he let go of being careful for a moment, forcing himself to forget that it was you, that it was just one good feeling, that you weren’t crying—that you weren’t in the process of growing to dislike him.

(Something he truly feared above everything else was those he liked to think badly of him, an insecurity he kept safely hidden. He was the strongest and enjoyed a good ego boost, but what did that matter when the people he cared about didn’t think the same?)

He faltered as this revelation hit, despite being close to his end but strove forward to see it through, regardless. The guilt was already there from the start, so he just had to push through it once more.

“I’m close,” he warned as he leaned forward, one arm prepped against the shelves for stability while the other pushed at your head, demanding release.

Satoru held onto you as the sensations intensified, his movements beginning to get erratic as his breathing shuddered against his lips. He slammed his hips against your face, eyes fluttering as they rolled back, shooting hot white ropes of cum into your mouth and sealing himself forward to not even dare make a mess.

“Swallow for me,” he demanded, refusing to leave behind a trail of evidence while his thoughts now spiralled. He could feel you struggle to accept his load in that way, knowing it was likely not the safest to empty himself like that without giving you as much as a breather, but it was already done.

You reluctantly did so, feeling it travel down your throat. A sickening sensation.

Studying your face as he finally pulled out from you, tucking away his now spent cock back into his trousers, he didn’t quite understand how to proceed with the consequences.

“Don’t tell anyone about this,” he warned, “it’ll be our little secret, right?”

With a strained demeanour, you nodded, knowing fully well that this couldn’t remain hidden for very long because Suguru could read you strangely well and such a prospect troubled you, given how he reacted the last time when you told him the truth.

As Satoru left in what seemed to be a hurry, he left the doors to everywhere else unlocked for your eventual departure. He wasn’t about to face you again so soon, the guilt of the aftermath already taking its toll. He couldn’t help but wonder if Suguru had a similar reaction after; the feeling of something almost nauseating that almost violently haunted him after.

You too, felt something horrible stir within you as you remained slumped against the shelves with your eyes blurring on and off from the tears that kept gathering and spilling again and again. A burning sensation after a while, as though to remind you that you were indeed in hell.

It wasn’t quite anger, nor shame, nor sadness. It wasn’t guilt, nor disgust, nor even disappointment.

No, it was a combination of everything.

And in a moment of realisation, it all started to make sense at last—in fact, you understood it all so perfectly well now.

You were starting to hate yourself.

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