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requiemforthepoets · 17 days

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he drives me crazy, it’s so beyond me 𖦹 LN4

PAIRINGS: lando norris x fewtrell!reader

SUMMARY: you’ve been hating on lando for a very long time now, since you were kids to be exact. only to realize that those hatred is only a mask for what you truly feel for him.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i’ve been on a slump lately, have so many works unfinished but i don’t really have the drive to finish them lol but my break from uni is near, so maybe i’ll get the motivation to finish all of it. for the meantime, hope you’ll enjoy this one! :)

REMINDER: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

WARNINGS: typos, cursing, and playboy lando

Growing up being Max’s younger sister meant that you were always surrounded by his friends, and none of them irritated you more than Lando Norris. From the very beginning, something about Lando rubbed you off the wrong way. Though you had never understood why, there was something—an inexplicable annoyance that only grew stronger with time.

As kids, you tolerated him, well mainly because Max adored him and that they are racing karts together. You can’t just tell Max to stay away from Lando for no apparent reason, that would make look like an absolute ass. But as you all grew up, Lando’s behavior began to infuriate you even more, and it just got worse when he got to F1. He began dating girls and moving on as quickly as the seasons changed, never seeming to care about the trail of broken hearts he left behind. It wasn’t just his carefree attitude towards relationships or life in general; it was the way he would tease you every fucking chance he gets. If you tripped over a pebble or on air, he’d make a joke about it. Making fun of every little thing that he would notice about you. You just couldn’t stand it, and you couldn’t stand him and his whole existence.

But somewhere along the line, something strange started to happen. With all the teasing and eye rolls, you found yourself paying a little too much attention to him. Too much for your liking. It was almost as if you were noticing the first time how his aquamarine eyes sparkled everytime he laughed, or how his curly hair seemed to suit him perfectly. It made you mad—so fucking mad that you wanted to scream. How could you, of all people, start to like Lando Norris? Your public enemy number one.

Then the realization hit you like a shit ton of bricks. You were developing a massive crush on the one person you were supposed to hate. Surprised by the sudden realization, and you being you, instead of acknowledging it, you decided to bury it deep down, covering it with even more layers of loathing. If he said something stupid, which he always does, you’d snap back at him twice as hard. If he smiled that cocky grin, you’d glare daggers at him. But inside, your heart would be pounding, and it drove you crazy. It’s pretty much a fucking miracle that you have been able to stay sane.

One day, after a particularly annoying comment from Lando about your choice of outfit, you finally snapped. “You know, Lando, if I wanted your opinion, I’d ask for it. But I didn’t, so why don’t you just keep your mouth shut for once?” Then you rolled his eyes at him. You’re going out today, you don’t need this kind of negativity. “Besides, don’t you have your own fucking house? Why are you even here?”

Lando grinned, clearly enjoying how riled up you were. “I’m just saying, those shoes look like something a hobo would wear.”

You groaned in frustration. “God, you’re such an asshole, Norris! Do you ever stop to think before you speak?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” He shot back, winking at you.

You felt your cheeks flush, and not from anger. You wanted to punch him, but at the same time, there was this insane urge to grab him by the collar and kiss him just to shut him up. But instead, you turned on your heel and stormed out of the room, muttering under your breath about how he was the most annoying person on the planet.

But then there were those moments when you saw the other side of Lando, the one that made your heart ache in a way you couldn’t even fucking explain. Like the time when he won his first race in Miami. The whole crowd erupted in cheers, everyone was celebrating his win and you found yourself smiling as he won his first race, a huge smile on his face as he celebrated. Your first instinct was to run up to him and give him a hug and tell him how proud you were. But then, almost immediately, you wanted to wrap your hands around his neck for making you feel this way. He had a unique talent for pushing all your buttons, and yet, no one could make you feel the way he did.

After the race, you all went out to celebrate, and as usual, Lando couldn’t resist teasing you. “Come on, admit it, you were impressed, weren’t you?”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop the small smile from tugging at the corners of your lips. “You were okay, I guess,” you said nonchalantly.

“Okay? Just okay?” Lando feigned hurt, clutching his chest dramatically. “I expected more from my biggest hater.”

“Well, don’t expect me to start fangirling over you now,” you shot back, though your heart wasn’t really in it.

Lando just playfully winked at you, and excused himself, walking away and waving at someone else. You couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to admit it. To finally confess that maybe the reason why you hated Lando so much was because you love him in a way that no one else could. But you quickly dismissed that thought, shaking your head. There was no way you’d ever let him know how much he affected you. Not when he had the power to break your heart with a single word.

As the night went on, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him. He was the center of attention, as always, and yet, for a moment, his eyes caught yours, and he smiled. Not a teasing grin that he would always send your way, but a genuine, warm smile. It made your stomach do flips, and you quickly looked away, mentally cursing yourself for being so weak.

In the middle of the night, you found yourself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the day’s events in your mind. You hated how he could get under your skin so easily, how he made you feel things you didn’t want to feel. It was maddening, infuriating, it drives you nuts, and yet…you couldn’t stop thinking about him. How was it possible to love and hate someone so much at the same time? You didn’t know. You don’t have an answer for the lingering questions in your mind and it drove you crazy.

“Why him?” You whispered to yourself that night, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling. “Out of all the fucking people in the world, why does it have to be him?”

You knew Lando could be a major asshole, but somehow, he was your asshole. No one else could make you feel this crazy mix of anger, frustration, and affection all at once, and despite all the annoyance, deep down, you knew you loved him. It made you mad, and yet, in some twisted way, it also made sense. No one else could make your heart race like Lando did, that can make you feel so alive, so frustrated, so utterly confused—and most importantly, no else could break your heart like Lando Norris, and you were beginning to think that maybe, you didn’t want anyone else to.

It has been three months since Lando’s first win, but the tension between the two of you hadn’t eased. In fact, it felt like it was growing stronger, pulling you into a confusing spiral of emotions. It was one of those days that you were grateful enough that you were back in uni, and have to forget about him even for a short period of time.

Though it didn’t last long, you can’t stay and hide in uni forever. So here you were, officially back home for a break, and you decided to stay at Max’s for the time being. Prior to arriving from uni, Max had already asked you if you wanted to come with them on their holiday trip, but you passed on it, making up some silly excuse and wanting to get the rest you need since you haven’t had the proper rest back when you were in uni. You wanted to avoid being in the same place with him as much as possible, you definitely don’t trust yourself to keep up the charade of hating him when your heart was screaming the exact opposite.

It was when they’re already back from their trip, and as usual, Lando is at Max’s place. You found yourself in exactly in the situation you’d been dreading. Max had invited Lando over to help him with something, and you figured you could just stay in your room, far away from the inevitable teasing from him. But when Max suddenly had to leave to deal with some urgent matter, you were stuck. It was just you and Lando, alone in the living room, with a show neither of you cared about playing in the background.

Lando being Lando, of course he wasted no time in getting into your nerves. “So, how long are you planning to hide up there?” He asked, his tone annoyingly casual as he sprawled out on the couch.

“I was not hiding,” you retorted, focusing on your phone and pretending he wasn’t there.

“Sure, you’re not,” he said with a smirk. “You’ve been acting pretty weird lately. You didn’t even come to the trip that we invited you on. Is everything alright?”

You nearly choked on your words. How could you even begin to explain what was wrong—that you were utterly terrified of how much you liked him? That every time he teased you, your heart skipped a beat instead of fuming with anger? That you couldn’t fucking stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss him.

“Everything’s fine,” you lied, hoping he couldn’t see the turmoil behind your eyes. God, you just wanted for this conversation to end or better yet, wishing for the ground to swallow you whole right then and there.

“Uh-huh,” Lando said, clearly unconvinced. He leaned forward, narrowing his eyes. “You’re a terrible liar, you know that?”

Your heart thudded painfully in your chest. “Oh my god, why do you even care?” You shot back defensively. “You’re just here to annoy me, right? So why don’t you just go call someone and bother them instead?”

Lando’s smirk faded slightly, and he studied you with an intensity that made you uncomfortable. “You think I just want to annoy you?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed, frustrated by his persistent questioning. “That’s what you’ve always done ever since, isn’t it?”

Lando shook his head, looking more serious than you’d ever seen him. “No. Not really.”

The shift in his demeanor threw you off balance. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He hesitated, running a hand through his beautiful curly hair that you want to touch so badly. “It means that maybe I didn’t just do it to annoy you. Maybe there was another reason.”

You blinked, your mind racing to keep up. “What reason?”

Lando sighed, leaning back on the couch and staring at the ceiling. “God, this is harder than I thought,” he muttered to himself before finally looking at you. “Look, I’ve known you since forever. Yeah, I used to tease you because you were Max’s younger sister and it was fun. But somewhere along the way, it wasn’t just about teasing anymore. I think I did it because…I didn’t know how else to get your attention.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “What are you saying, Lando?”

“I’m saying that maybe I’ve had a crush on you for a while now,” he admitted, his voice quieter than usual. “And I’ve been acting like an idiot because to be fairly honest, I didn’t know how to deal with it.”

You stared at him in utter shock, your brain struggling to process what he’d just said. All this time, you thought your feelings were unrequited, that he was just being his usual annoying self, but now, everything was different. The anger, the frustration, the confusion—it all made sense now.

“I…I don’t know what to say,” you whispered, still reeling from his confession. “Honestly.”

Lando smiled softly, a hint of nervousness in his expression. “You don’t have to say anything, I just want you to know. I get it if you don’t feel the same way, or if you’re too mad at me for being a jerk all these years. But I wanted to be completely honest with you for once.”

The room was silent for a moment, the air thick with tension and unspoken words. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. “Lando, I—“

But before you could finish, Lando suddenly stood up, crossing the room in a few quick strides. “You know what? I can’t fucking take it anymore.” And with that, he grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you, pulling you into a kiss that was both urgent and tender at the same time.

For a split second, you were too shocked to respond. But then, your body seemed to take over, and you found yourself kissing back, all the frustration and anger melting away in the warmth of his embrace. It felt like everything you’d been holding back, all the mixed emotions you’d been burying, finally broke free. When Lando finally pulled back, you were both breathless, staring at each other in stunned silence.

“Why did you do that?” You asked, your voice shaky.

“Because I’ve wanting to do it for a long fucking time,” Lando admitted, his thumb gently brushing your cheek. “And because I couldn’t stand the thought of you hating me for real.”

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I don’t hate you, Lando. I…I think I might be falling for you, and it’s terrifying to tell you honestly.”

Lando grinned, his usual cocky demeanor returning. “Well, that’s a relief. Because I’m pretty sure I’m falling for you too.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension between you dissolving into something warmer, something that felt a lot like hope.

“You’re still an asshole, though.”

“And you’re still a pain in the ass,” Lando shot back, his grin widening.

This time, there was no venom behind your words, no hidden frustration like it was used to. Instead, there was a new understanding between you—a mutual acknowledgment that maybe the thing you’d both been fighting against all these years was exactly what you needed. When Lando leaned in to kiss you again, you realized that no one else could make your heart race like he did, and no one else could make you as crazy or as happy.

However, Lando’s confession and that unexpected kiss did leave you feeling more confused as ever. As much as you wanted to believe in the moment, in the warmth of his touch and softness of his lips, a familiar fear gnawed at the back of your mind. After all, this is Lando Norris that you’re talking about—the guy who seemed to switch girlfriends at lightning speed. You’d seen him charm his way through countless girls, only to move on without any second thought. The idea of being just another name on his list made your chest tighten with fear and anxiety.

As you sat still, still close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body, Lando looked at you with a hopeful expression, waiting for you to say something. But instead of responding with the excitement that was bubbling up inside you, all you could think about were the stories, the rumors, and the heartbreaks you’d witnessed.

“Lando,” you began, moving away slightly, creating a small but significant distance between you and him on the couch. “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

“Why not?” His smile faltered, concern creeping into his eyes.

You bit your lip, trying to find the right words that won’t hurt him. “Because…” you trailed off, “I know you, Lando. I know your way with girls. Yes, I can’t deny the fact that you’re very charming and sweet when you want to be, but the way you get bored and move on quickly scares me. I…I don’t think I can handle being just another girl you get tired of.” You breathed out.

Lando’s expression softened, and he reached out to take your hand, but you hesitated. He noticed this right away and dropped his hand to his side.

“I get why you’d think that. I haven’t exactly been the most reliable guy when it comes to relationships, am I?” You nodded and he chuckled, “but this…this is different.”

“Is it?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “Or are you just saying that because I’m here and it’s convenient?”

Lando shook his head, gaze so intense that you might melt and turn into a puddle any second. “It’s not like that, I promise. I know I’ve messed up before, but I’ve never felt this way about anyone. You’re not just another girl, and I’m not just saying that. I’m really serious about you.”

You wanted to believe him, you really did. But the fear of getting your heart broken, of being left behind like so many others, made it hard to fully trust his words.

“But what if you get bored? What if this is just a phase for you, and once you’ve had your fun, you move on to someone else?”

He looked at you with an earnestness that you weren’t used to seeing him. “I can’t blame you for being scared. But the truth is, I’m scared too. I’m scared because I’ve never wanted someone so much, something to work out this badly. I don’t want to mess this up. I know I have a reputation, but I don’t want that to be who I am with you. I want to be better—for you.”

You stared at him, your heart warring with your head. Could he really mean what he was saying? Was it possible that he could change, that you could be the one he was serious about? But even as the doubts swirled around you, there was a part of you that desperately wanted to take the leap, to believe that maybe this could be different.

“I don’t know if I can handle getting hurt,” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough for that.”

Lando took a deep breath, his expression sincere. “I can’t promise that I’ll be perfect, but I can promise that I’ll try my best not to hurt you.” He said, tucking a few strands of your hair behind your ear, “I care about you too much to let that happen. But if you don’t want to take the risk, I’ll understand. I’ll back off if that’s what you want.”

You could see the honesty in his eyes, the vulnerability he rarely showed. It made your heart ache, knowing that he was giving you the power to decide where this would go. It would be easy to walk away, to protect yourself from the possibility of pain. But then again, what if he was telling the truth, what if this was real.

“No, I don’t want you to back off,” you finally said, your voice steady despite the nerves twisting in your stomach. “But I need time, Lando. I need to see that you’re serious before I can let myself fall for you completely.”

Lando nodded, relief washing over his face. “I’ll give you all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

You smiled, feeling a bit of the tension ease, though the uncertainty still lingered. “Good. Because I’m not sure I could handle it if you did.”

As the two of you sat side by side on the couch, the show was still playing in the background, the atmosphere between you had shifted. There was no rush, no need to force anything. It was just the two of you, slowly navigating the complicated mess of emotions that came with falling for someone who scared you as much as they made you feel alive, and maybe that this was the start of something real.

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makelemonade · 5 months

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straight horny to your request, so basically arranged mirage with neuvillette and wriothesley (separately) BUT! they gain baby fever 😋 write anything you have in mind, thank you 🫡

arranged marriage + baby fever

wrio, Neuvillette - fem + AFAB reader

I suck at titles LOL and it’s kinda short I am so sorry 🙏🏽 this is my first time writing baby fever idk if I did good but WHATEVA

Wriothesley

- I won’t lie to you…I barely know his character LOL uhm…

-like I’m at the part in the archon quest where we just met him

-so I hope this is like…okay

-I’d assume that Neuvillette maybe put you two together, seemingly as a duke needed his duchess. After all his complaining about being an independent man he finally agrees to the marriage.

-at first he’s not really fond of you. Sure, he’s nice to you, but don’t see it as anyrbing more. He still has a job to do.

-but then he really takes into consideration just how sweet you are for him- you’re so obedient and it starts to drive him crazy

-you always have his tea ready for him and he can’t lie when it comes to the fact that maybe he is starting to like you

-and god the way you know how to massage him, whether it be his back, arms, legs, neck- it fucking drives him crazy

-so naturally you start to massage his dick too.

-he loves to make love to you and fuck you- yes they are two completely different things to him. he babbles about how grateful he is to have such a slutty and obedient wife like you

-he LOVES to call you “my wife” when he fucks you, and he loves to think back to when he was so against it and he’ll slap himself because who would not want such a good wife like you?!?

-it means your his, and he loves it.

-what drives him absolutely insane is when he sees you with Sigewinne; you’re so caring, attentative and always so helpful to her that he starts to let his mind wander

-he thinks you’ll look cute with a swollen belly, one he can rub everyday. He imagines what your kids will look like- will they act like you? have your eyes? his hair?

-he needed to fuck a baby into you, and stat.

-he will waste no time in dragging you away to his office or really anywhere in the fortress to breed you…!

“fuuuck baby,” He drawls out his groan, hiking your legs further up his shoulder while also pushing them down as your pushed deeper into his desk.

“so- so goddamn cute, agh! helping Sigewinne and being such a good mommy…”

“Nghh~ oh! Wr-wrio!” You gasp when you feel hot ropes of his cum begin to fill you up, and he makes no move to stop.

He watched the way your tits bounced as he fucked into you, and he moved one hand up to grope at them, imaging how swollen they’d be later in the future, and how he’d get to massage them for you…

“Gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart! Needa fill you up…breed you! and you won’t waste anything. Right, you’ll be my good wife…”

Neuvillette

-MY MANNNNNNNNNN

-okay I’d imagine that Furina def arranged this marriage and let me tell u he was NOT AGAINST IT

-why would he be?!? you were gorgeous, adorable, kind, sweet- everything he’d ever imagine for his beloved to be so of course naturally he’s gonna develop these feelings for you

-he watches how you treat people and is so grateful to be able to call you his wife that when he’s talking to other people, he doesn’t even use your name and just tends to say “my wife”

-in full honesty, he also acts like that for another reason; he feels like he owns you with it- that your his

-your his to kiss, find comfort in, talk to, cry to, fuck, make love to, breed- everything! You were his and only his

-and the way you acted with the melusines….how sweet you were to them…his dragon instincts came out insanely.

-you were so kind to them, always helping them with everything and of course with him basically being their dad they start to see you as a mom too 🥺

-one night, he just can’t help it anymore and he’ll force you down in the bed, not letting you move so he can get all of his cum in you.

“Agh! Darling, stay still…” He grunted, pressing a kiss to the love of your ear as he roughly and passionately rolled his hips into yours, his fat cock hitting all the right spots.

“Such a good wife, aren’t you, my dear?”

You couldn’t answer, too fucked out on his cock but also his cum. He’d came multiple times in the last hour and honestly you couldn’t even remember your own name.

“You’ll take it all, right? You’ll let me breed you, fill you up, make you my mate! Hah…”

“Y-yes!” You gasped, holding onto him for dear life. “Breed me…f-fill me up!”

That sentence alone is enough to make him go haywire and he moans as he cums for the nth time, his seed spurring around the edges as he continued to fuck into you.

And when you find a hydro mark embedded on your pelvis, he’ll know you’re officially his mate <3

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin fic #genshin smut #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin neuvillette #wriothesely genshin #genshin wriothesley #neuvillette x reader #neuvillete smut #neuvillette x you #wriothesly x reader #wriothesly smut #wriothesely x reader #female reader #afab reader

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madamechrissy · 11 days

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Fractured Desires

ꕥ Pairings: Suguru Geto x Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader (Mostly Satoru Gojo x Reader)- It's a mess tbh lol

ꕥ Warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, threesomes/ foursomes/ complicated shit, infidelity. Abusive gaslighting Suguru. Yandere Gojo behavior. In this chapter- Rough sex, obsessed behavior, stalking, trauma, heavy angst, blow jobs, deep throating, overstim, face smacking, breeding kink, cunnilungus, PSYCHO stalker SATORU but he's hot. Toxic relationship

ꕥ Word Count this chap- 11.5k

ꕥ Summary- You meet Suguru Geto at your work, he is charming, gorgeous, and has a poly lifestyle. You jump in, and you all share women and have way too much fun. But then it's starting to get serious between you, official even. He can't wait to have you meet his best friend. But... Satoru Gojo hates you. The minute you meet. He gives you no reason, but he's nasty to you, no matter what you try. Suguru finally has enough of Satoru being so mean and brings up the idea - 'let's have you two fuck this frustration out'

Satoru hates you because deep down wants to make you his. He doesn't understand how Suguru could ever want anyone but you. Though it's a bad idea, he agrees to share you with Suguru for a chance at you and... The moment he touches you... Rules are bent and broken, Suguru develops feelings for another girl, and Satoru gets further obsessed with you. Nothing is as it seemed. Will everyone get hurt?

Chapter 5 - Masterlist (playlist there now too)

Chapter 6

Satoru's POV

Satoru can’t stand not hearing from you. After you telling him you had a bad night, you never wrote him at all, and he’s pacing back and forth in his office, losing his fucking mind. He’s wrecking his usually perfect hair as the clock ticks along the wall, maddening, as he keeps checking his phone.

Tick Tick Tick.

Satoru should call you, but could he? He’d never tried to be with a woman, they’ve just thrown themselves at him for as long as he can remember. You all aren’t together, no, but you brought up a date, and fuck if the thought of that didn’t drive him insane, to think he’d be lucky enough to date you. Sure, he fucked you, but to be with you…

The thought of it has him salivating for you, as he stares at the one picture he’d stolen, fuck why can’t he have a picture of you, why hasn’t he asked? Satoru is afraid, that’s why. He’s so scared to reveal his true self to you, to only be rejected, though you seem so far to absolutely take anything he’s given, and he’s given you the worst side of him.

You didn’t seem to be aware you were too good for him.

He has to work in an office next to Suguru, knowing he did that to you. Yes, he’d been friends with Suguru forever, but he’d been dark, he’d been off right before he met you. Satoru thought you were bringing him light, and that was why he absolutely could not have done anything to you, but it was all because he wanted to hurt Satoru.

Even dangling you in front of him for the threesome, his eyes had been so amused as he’d watched Satoru. As he watched him knowing he took you first, and not just ‘first’ but literally took your first time from you. The way you had looked, so shattered, had made him want to do far more than beat his fucking friend up, oh so much more.

Knock Knock Knock.

Satoru puts up his phone, he’d been zoomed in on your pretty face, imagining himself caressing it so sweetly, imagining letting go. He sighs, sitting in his chair now, dreading whoever it may be. He certainly didn’t wanna see Suguru, he’d avoided him all morning.

“Come in.” He says, throwing his feet up on his big wood desk, his shoes glinting in the office light.

His assistant walks in, the one he used to fuck until… well until he fucked you, actually, so he’d fucked her just last week. But she’s disgusting to him now, even though she’s a pretty girl, he guesses. He’d thought of you every time he’d fucked her, to the point he’d have your picture up and sneak looks as he was inside her, pumping with a condom, so that he could cum.

“Yes, what do you need, Manami?” He asks casually, and she smiles a bit, curving up at the corner of her lips, shutting the door behind her.

“I should ask what you need, Mr. Gojo?” She saunters up, she’s wearing a tight purple dress, her hair sleek and flowing down her shoulders, as she comes to sit right on Satoru’s desk.

“I’m good. If that’s all?” He says arrogantly, raising a brow, and her eyes narrow a bit as she looks at him, before she runs a hand on his shoulder, making him tense.

“It’s been a week, I figured you’d like some…” She slides her manicured hand down his chest now. She has sleek red nails, nothing like your stupid glittery pink, she’s womanly, not girly like you and…

She disgusts him.

“Some… ‘what’? Coffee? Sure, go make some.” He takes her hand off, as the only hand he wants touching him is yours, even if it’s a goddamn dream currently.

“Mr. Gojo, have I done something wrong?” She asks then, and maybe Satoru should care, but you’re the only one he really feels like trying to be nice to.

“Nah, just not interested.” He taps his fingers on his stomach, and she spreads her legs wide then, elegant red bottom heels on either arm of his chair, not silly girlie shoes like you, no she had class.

It was a turn off.

He likes your stupid platforms, he likes your mary janes, he likes those doc martens you look like you’ve had your whole life, all beat up. Fuck Satoru finds so much about you attractive, his eyes shut for just a moment as he pictures you on his desk, in some pleated preppy skirt, spread wide. And fuck if it doesn’t make him stupidly hard in his pants.

“Maybe go see Suguru. He’s probably down.” Satoru says, opening his eyes to close her legs then, and she’s now got her lip trembling, making Gojo annoyed. He rolls his blue eyes, now she’s irritating him with this. “It was just dick, calm down.”

“Just dick? It was the best I’ve ever had!” Gojo smirks then, shrugging, patting her thighs now.

“I know, I’m the best. Be happy you got any from me. Take it as a win, mmkay?” He helps her down off his desk, only for her to lean forward, pressing a kiss against his lips, her hand sliding to find where he’s rock hard, from thoughts of you.

“Sure you don’t want me? I’ll just suck it, please Mr. Gojo.” She begs, stroking him then, and sure that feels good, sure he could get off, but it’s not you.

Fuck he hates you.

Why do you have to ruin everything he’s ever done, ruin his life, ruin his thoughts? When you just got fucked by Sugu the other day, but you’re done with that, and damned if Satoru would not be done himself. Honestly though, he doesn’t want this girl, he doesn’t want anyone but you.

She’s dropping to her knees, and Satoru hates you more then, because how were you making him so pathetic he’s turning down a blow job!? Not even dating you at all. What the fuck were you making him into, with your perfect little giggles, with your beautiful eyes filled with tears, with the body women paid to have, but you just have it and hate it.

He wants to make you love it.

“Get up, jesus fuck.” He grumbles, backing away, as she’s trying to unzip him. “Like consent is cool yeah? I said no thanks.”

“I didn’t know if you were like… being kinky?” She’s still on her knees, it’s kind of awkward to be honest.

He can’t stop his laugh, nor does he really want to.“Not kinky, just don’t-” The door opens then, and Suguru is standing there, Manami is slowly getting up, using the desk to pull herself, and Suguru’s dark eyes light up then, as he smirks and looks at Gojo and Manami.

“Lock the door when you get bjs, Satoru.” He says, taking out his phone then, acting casual.

“Not getting one. Don’t want one from her. No offense.” She’s bright red, and she’s turning, stomping out of the room and slamming the door, as Suguru is texting. Satoru narrows his eyes at his friend. “What the fuck you doing?”

“Mmm, thinking of letting your new girl know.” Satoru glares then, walking up to Suguru and slamming him against the wall.

“Let her know what? First off, we’re not together yet, but second off? I don’t fucking want anyone but her. You’re so stupid, had the prettiest girl there is and you let her fuck me.”

“Exactly, I let her fuck you. After my cock was inside of her first. How’d that feel, Satoru?” Satoru punches him right in the ribs then, making Suguru cough and bend over.

“How’s it feel she got a taste of me and forgot about you completely, huh?” Satoru asks with a smirk, blue eyes glinting, and Suguru scowls now. “Shoko turned you down, yeah? Good for her.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Satoru laughs as he watches real emotion in Suguru’s eyes, now he’s shoving Satoru in the blue office wall, so hard books are falling off the shelves now.

“Aw, buddy, I’m sorry, but she never fucking liked you like that. She doesn’t like any guy like that, idiot. She probably liked her more-”

“Keep Shoko’s name out of your goddamn mouth. Worry about your stupid little slut now, and how easy she’ll be gone.” Satoru scowls at the disrespectful words he calls you, yanking him by his collar.

“Watch your fucking mouth, Suguru.”

“Like you don’t call her that? Like she’s not? Had no problem with both of us eating her out did she?”

“She isn’t a slut, you are, Suguru. Cheated on her like it was nothing, did Shoko even know you had rules?” Suguru looks down then, seemingly resigned for one moment, but Satoru doesn’t buy his shit anymore. “Ah, she didn’t know. Maybe I should let her-”

“Don’t fucking talk to her!” He shoves at Satoru again, and Satoru sees right through him now.

“I never wanted Shoko, and she didn’t want me, jesus christ. Get the fuck over it, how many years will you drag this out? I’ve apologized so many times.”

“You didn’t care when you did it, when you told me years later, as if it were some funny fucking story.”

“So take it out on me, why her!?”

“Because you don’t fucking care about yourself, do you Satoru?” Suguru’s words stab Satoru in the heart, and Satoru gets even more infuriated, the room closing in on him. The walls were closer, closer, until he felt almost like he could faint from the pain, from the breathless agony.

“I wonder what Shoko thinks, she’s not the girl to have let another girl be hurt so badly. Does she know what you did to her? How you went against every rule-”

“She knows she got upset because of a misunderstanding. That’s all you need to know.” Suguru shoves Satoru's chest now.

Satoru smiles as he puts it together. “So Shoko won’t answer your calls because you’re a piece of shit now, and now you lost your little toy and the high school crush? You’re like a spoiled little child.”

“Says you, fucking idiot. You know… she’s totally fucking her friend, yeah? Or she will be. Walked in on them holding hands last night. Looks like she’ll be passed around and around. I mean, she’s definitely an elite fuck, that’s for-” Suguru’s words are cut off as Satoru’s pulse races so much his whole body feels numb.

“What?” Satoru demands through gritted teeth, and Suguru’s smirk is back, split lip and all.

“Choso, goth bartender. Bet he’s with her now. Ah, he’s so clearly in love with her-”

“What do you mean you saw her!?”

“Oh… that’s what you mean. Well, thought I’d talk.”

Satoru’s hand is tight around Suguru’s neck now, his eyes turning serious, a storm of bright blue. “If you hurt her in any way, I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Hurt her? No, I’m not as rough with sex as you, Satoru. I liked to take my time with her, you know, make love. Not as barbaric.” Suguru pats Satoru’s cheek then, and Satoru can’t control the rage in his body.

“It doesn’t matter how ‘sweet’ you were if you took her virginity like that. It’s fucking wrong, Suguru what has happened to you, it’s like I don’t know you!” Satoru feels emotions well up, as who he thought was the best goddamn person he knew could be so careless, so cruel.

“Satoru you act like a virgin is new. How many have you had? I’ve had plenty, no not a twenty four year old one. Kinda thought she was lying till…”

“Don’t, I swear. I can’t fucking take it.” He turns, his head pounding with images, of you so trusting and sweet under Suguru Geto, who had so much experience, older than you, playing you.

“It didn’t hurt her, you big baby-”

“You did. Mentally. Emotionally. How can you have acted so mad at me for comments when you did all that?”

“Well, I thought what better way to have you get a taste of what you were missing out on. Best friend.” Suguru says mockingly, and Satoru’s fists clench and unclench at his sides. “Anyway, she clearly still wants me, she was so wet, Satoru. Well, you know how wet she gets now.”

He better not have touched you.

He better not have fucking…

Why didn’t you answer? What happened to make your day bad?

Did he…

“What the fuck did you do? You better tell me before I find out.” Suguru chuckles a bit, brushing himself off as he backs away so casually.

“Oh I just gave her a little of what she wanted, you didn’t seem to respect my relationship with her, so don’t expect me to.” Satoru’s chest tightens painfully, he’s so afraid that he’s caused you pain that he can’t take it. He also can’t stand the thought of Suguru touching you…

Suguru wasn’t like that, was he?

Was he?

Did he even know Suguru anymore…

“Enjoy the pretty Princess for now.” He pats Satoru on the shoulder with a smirk. “Especially since I sent her a photo of you just now.”

“You what?”

“Your serve, Satoru.” Suguru saunters the fuck out, and Gojo cannot keep himself together, he’s ripping apart at the seams, he then exhales when he sees you pop up on his phone. He swipes up with shaky hands.

Short Stuff: I’m sorry I didn’t write last night, Toru.

Satoru: Suguru write to you?

Satoru is wiping sweat off his brow with the back of his hand, his gold watch scraping against his overheated skin. He is so afraid to not even get a fucking chance with you.

Short Stuff: Yes.

He sighs, covering his face in his hands.

Short Stuff: I don’t believe him.

What!?

Satoru: I need to see you, now.

Short Stuff: Need my address?

Satoru: I've been there.

Short Stuff: What!!!

Satoru: Heading over.

***

You really think Satoru hasn't been in front of your house? You think he hasn’t watched you so many fucking times? Watch as you shimmy out of your ugly little beetle into your little home. It’s small, but he notices it’s yours, all yours, no roommates, no little apartment, you seem to have bought this yourself. You take good care of that little yard, wearing those shorts…

Fuck those white cut off shorts, that show way too much ass.

You really shouldn’t show off what’s his that much, but then, you’re not just his… yet, at least. Plus he enjoys watching you every now and then, especially when he’s leaving work, before you’d go see Suguru, there was this bit of peace watching you water all your succulents. Watch the sun kiss perfect skin, watch the way your ass looked when bent over at the waist.

He sometimes would watch after your work, not long no, Satoru has a life, but long enough to make sure no psycho got in there with you. You were so pretty and so many guys hit on you, he worried one would stalk you, follow you. He tried not to do it too often, but he just couldn’t help worrying.

Yeah, it’s pretty fucked up, but that’s what you do to him.

Your pretty face wrecks every rational thought Satoru ever had.

Now he’s right in front of your house, and he sees there is another car there instead of yours. He frowns a bit, growing even more worried as he walks up and knocks on the door. It’s not you who answers, it’s that tall goth bartender you work with, he’d be worried if he was less of a man, but he can tell that you all are friends, he’s seen you both interact at the bar.

How many nights had he wished he could have said hi?

And now…

The guy in front of him crosses his arms, until you peek out from around him, smiling just a bit, but your eyes are puffy, and you look fucking exhausted. You’re wearing pajamas and it’s about four in the afternoon, along with fuzzy pink slippers and your hair is in a messy bun.

“Satoru, that was quick… Choso he’s fine, let him in.” You tap his shoulder, Choso his name was, hadn’t Suguru said that? And Choso nods, moving so you can come inside.

He’s not seen inside your home, it’s cozy and full of various knick knacks, it’s not messy but it’s not spotless. It’s lived in and comfortable, though Satoru thinks it’s way too small for you, but every part that he sees is you. Every little painting on the walls, which are old wood walls that he hadn’t seen in ages, along with stacks of notebooks on your little coffee table.

You write, that’s your passion you said. Your eyes lit up when you spoke about it.

Satoru will just buy you a bookstore or something, so you can be safe, he’ll just make sure you have no bills, so you don’t have to bartend. You can just live with him, live your damn dream, you don’t need to work ever. Also, this place is too small, not good enough, he needs to make sure you have better.

You take his hand tentatively, like you’re afraid of his reaction, looking up at him with tired eyes, and Satoru’s heart breaks at the sight. “It’s a little messy, I’m sorry, I didn’t expect company. And Choso is used to it.”

“She really sucks at cleaning.” Choso playfully pushes you a bit, and you’re smiling the tiniest bit finally.

“I try!”

“What happened?” Satoru asks gruffly, and you sigh, looking down, those lashes casting shadows, he can see you’ve scrubbed yourself clean, you’re completely bare faced and look so smooth.

“Maybe you should tell him what happened.” Choso says behind Satoru, he looks over at him, with knowing eyes. “Choso, by the way.”

“Satoru. You… took care of her last night?” Satoru asks softly, and Choso nods, yawning.

“I did, even thought I wanted to just fucking kill your friend, but Barbie wouldn’t let me leave.” He ruffles that bun in your hair, kissing your head then, and you sigh, hugging him.

Satoru should be furious, but something about your connection doesn’t worry him. “Thank you for taking care of her.”

You and Choso stare up at Satoru in shock, and who can blame you. “Thought you said he was kinda a dick, Barbie?” Choso’s violet gaze looks right at you, and you flush so prettily then.

“I am.” Satoru says, earning a soft giggle from you and a smirk from Choso. “A huge dick actually.”

“Well, I like you a lot better than your friend.” Choso’s fists are clenching, opening and closing as he sighs.

“Yeah, well I hate him too. Can we talk?” Satoru asks you, and you nod then, looking at Choso.

“You okay with him, Barbie?” Barbie huh? Well it fits you, you’re even shaped like one, in those pink pjs.

“Yeah, Cho. Go get sleep please, I know my couch is not comfy.” You say, looking down at the well worn tan leather couch of yours.

“I’m fine.” He cracks his neck though, and Satoru starts to put it together, clearly this man held you as you sobbed all night.

What the fuck happend.

“No, go home and sleep. I’ll text you later.” You kiss his cheek, your sweet lips look so soft that Satoru aches, and Choso sighs, hugging you to him.

“Love you, Barbie.”

“Love you, Cho.”

Choso holds his hand to Satoru now, covered in tattoos and black rings, and Satoru takes it as he tilts his head, studying Satoru. “Don’t be a dick to her. I’m going to catch a charge when I meet your friend again, but you seem… to care. Just…”

“I won’t hurt her, I never would.” Satoru says, and Choso nods, walking out then, and shutting the door behind him, leaving you both alone.

You’re nervously playing with your hands in front of your lap, and Satoru is inhaling your sweet fucking scent, as he looks how tiny and small you look, how forlorn and sad. He wants to hold you, but he doesn’t want to scare you, and he also wants to slam his lips on yours, he wants to make love to you, he wants…

Everything. Satoru wants everything, all of you.

You tentatively walk up to him, and he takes a step closer, then you step even closer, until you’re right in front of him, until he feels your body heat. Satoru gently takes your shoulders in his hands, sliding down to your arms, and you gasp a bit, your hands on his chest. Satoru’s heart is racing, his hands now sliding to your little waist, his grip tightening.

“How do you know where I live, Toru?” You whisper, making him smirk just a bit, as he brings you against him.

“You really wanna know?”

“Fuck, maybe not.” You rest your head on his chest, exhaling, and he pulls you even tighter, wanting to feel you, every bit of you. “I meant to text back. I just had a rough night.”

“What happened? Tell me everything, I’ll fix it, I’ll make it go away, I swear to God I will. I’ll do anything.”

You look up at him in surprise, but then he watches it shift to emotion, to fright now. “I don’t know how to say it…”

“Tell me. Did he fucking touch you!?” He demands, shaking you now, his grip on your delicate flesh bruising. You blink away a fresh set of tears, gasping just a bit, as you hold onto him tightly.

“Did I deserve it?” You whisper, and that’s the moment you shatter Satoru Gojo’s fucking heart. When he sees you dejected, when he sees you in your head, when he sees you so small and crumbling.

“No. No. No. You deserve everything. Do you not fucking see it?” He’s shaking you again, but you’re stiff, you’re opening and closing your mouth, as if you can’t say it, as if it would make it real.

What did he do to you?

What had Suguru become?

“Tell me. Now.” He says tersely, and you back away a bit, turning around and walking to your couch, grabbing a puffy butterfly plush and snuggling it to your chest, burying your face in it.

“I c-can’t. I can’t.” You’re sobbing, in a little ball, and Satoru leans over you causing you to look at him with watery eyes.

“You need to tell me. You need to. Did he touch you? Tell me.” You’re sniffling now, and finally Satoru can’t handle it, he’s grabbing your pretty face in his hands, glaring down at you. “Did he!?”

“Yes, but… not… didn’t rape me or…”

“He fucking touched you!” You’re tense, leaning back, fuck he’s scaring you, but he’s so furious he can’t think, he wants to fucking kill Suguru Geto.

He wants to end him.

He wants to cut his fucking hands off.

“Where?” He kneels now, pulling you out of that ball, and taking away your stuffie, putting it to the side, his hands on your thighs as you sit there criss cross. Your legs are trembling, as tears fall.

“Um… he… only for a… will you be mad at me!? I…”

“Stop it, fucking stop it, you’re being so fucking stupid.” He’s pulling you to him now, and your lips are a trembling mess right in front of him, your eyes locking onto his own. “You need to tell me, I have to know what he did. Where?”

You just look down at your lap, and his hands grip your hair so tight you cry out, as he realizes your intent. “Satoru, he just touched it, he was just so angry at me, that you came inside me. It’s on me…”

“No, no, no. No.” He’s standing now, and you stare up at him, as he turns to leave, to kill his ‘best friend’.

“Satoru, please stay. Please.” You come to cling to his waist, and he’s on edge, he’s so furious he can’t take it. “I need someone. I’m sorry.”

“Why do you apologize for nothing!?” He has you pressed against the front door, his hands around your delicate wrists, and your chest is heaving as you look up at him. “I’ll be back after I cut his goddamn hands off.”

“Satoru, don’t, please. You’ll just get in trouble because of me.”

Satoru growls, bending low as he looks at your beautiful face, just a breath away, you smell and taste so goddamn sweet even now, you’re so heartbreakingly beautiful, even looking a mess, you take his breath, you shatter his heart. You’re trying to care for him, even now, trying to explain away what Suguru has done. It makes him furious, why can’t you see what you’re worth!?

If you were you wouldn’t even talk to him, would you…

You make him feel he could be worth more.

Enough for you.

“He touched you. He doesn’t get to fucking do that anymore. He should have never been able to, so I’ll make sure he can’t again.” You’re panting now, as he’s squeezing your wrists hard, he eases back as he realizes, rubbing the little thin veins on your soft inner skin. You’re shaking in his hold, tears falling from your lashes in little droplets.

Satoru can’t breathe.

“He just wanted to fuck with me, I don’t think he’d-”

“How do you know? It’s like I don’t know him at all.” Satoru feels his own emotions welling up, and you have the audacity to press forward, to free your hands and run up his face, bringing him down to face you. “Let me go. I swear to god. You’re so small I’ll throw you out of my goddamn way if you don’t move.”

“I need to forget. Now. Please.” You whisper, Satoru exhales, closing his eyes against your perfect touch. “I need you here.”

“You think I don’t want to pump your pretty cunt full?” You suck in a breath, and your eyes glaze over, mirroring his own desire. “I need to take care of him first, then I’ll come back and fuck you till you forget.” He’s grabbing on your hips, pressing you further into that door, overheating when you’re rolling your hips up against him.

“Satoru you’ll make things awful, you work with him, you-”

“I don’t care about anything but you, it can all blow the fuck up.” He slams his lips down on yours then, and you reach up to cling around his neck, sweaty little palms feeling far better than any touch he’d ever had.

“Thought you hated me.” You whisper, he groans, as your lips are so fucking close that he tastes you.

“I do hate you.”

“I want this to work. I want you, Satoru.” You whisper up at him pleadingly, and you are his undoing.

He’ll kill Suguru in his sleep later.

For now, your breasts, lush and full, are pressed on his chest, and he can’t even function, not when his hard cock is screaming to claim you, not when your soft lips are pressing along his throat. He groans, leaning his head on the door right next to you, before punching it and making you tense, lips parted as you look up.

“He can’t touch you. He can’t. You’re mine. Mine.” You kiss him then, and Satoru loses all his senses, except for rage and lust, and you’re clinging to him desperately, as he drinks up your salty little tears. “Why couldn’t I have talked to you?” He huffs those words desperately.

“I wish I noticed you. How could I not have seen you?” You whisper now, your voice breaking, as you are caressing his face with your shaky hands, and Satoru’s throat constricts with his emotion, forcing him to swallow. “I won’t ruin your life with this, Toru.”

“Ruin my life. Ruin it. Just like I’ll fucking ruin yours.” He says then, and you cling to his shirt tightly, your lower lip trembling, and he’d give you anything you want when you look at him like that.

“Ruin me then.”

Fuck what you do to him.

“I already did. Look if I never brought you up-”

“Shut the fuck up. Stop it. Stop blaming yourself.” You plead, and those eyes he’s drowning in are a myriad of emotions. Your hands run up and down his abdomen, making every bit tremble, as he aches with his desire for you. “How were you wrong for telling your friend you thought I was pretty?”

“Not pretty. Not pretty.” He’s gripping your face so tightly you wince, as he craves to fuck into you then and there, right on your door. It takes all his control not to slide your pajama shorts to the side and shove his cock in that tight wetness he’d do anything to feel. “I didn’t say pretty.”

You frown a bit then, looking down. “I didn’t mean to presume-”

“I said you were so beautiful I couldn’t even fucking speak. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t function. Pretty isn’t enough.” You’re a mess now, his thigh is between yours, and you’re grinding on him, helpless for him. Fuck how are you helpless as he is, how can you be real?

“Satoru, thank you. Thank you for making me feel that way.” You whisper, making him scowl down at you.

“I don’t make you feel that way, I just say I hate you. I just keep it all in so you don’t destroy me completely.”

“The worst thing about last night wasn’t even him fingering me-”

“He stuck a fucking finger in you!?” He’s even angrier now, and you are well past caring now, you don’t care that he’s gripping you so tight he could crush your skull in his big hands. You don’t care that he’s scowling, that he’s breathing fire damn near, you just look up at him lovingly.

How can you!?

“The worst part was that Suguru said you’ll find someone prettier, that you’ll find someone better. That I’m not good enough.” You’re choking on your sobs, as Satoru’s rage grows exponentially, his brows low over his eyes with anger.

“There is no one else. There’s been no one else.” He’s slamming your pretty lips again with his own, kissing you over and over, and he drinks in your sighs, as he drinks in you. “Had to stare at a picture of you to fuck someone before I even got to taste you, think I’m wanting anyone?”

“Satoru… how’d you get a picture of me?” You mumble, and he just grins, pulling back and yanking that ponytail, taking your messy hair and gripping it in his big hands, pulling your head back. You’re soaking his thigh, with your sweet little sounds, with your eyes so full of tears still.

“Baby there’s a lot you don’t wanna know. You wanna talk about all of it, or want me to make you cum over…” He presses his hands on your breasts, cupping them, whispering against your lips. “And over…” He pinches your perky nipples, and you cling to him, desperate, almost as desperate as Satoru himself. “And over.”

Now he’s biting your neck, fuck you taste so good he can’t take it, you consume him entirely, he feels your pulse thrumming so quick like a little hummingbird. He feels your gasp, as he clings to your perfect body, so small in his big hands, feels you melting for him, feels your knees weakening.

Satoru cannot function or focus on anything aside from wanting to please you, to make you his entirely, and he will in every fucking way possible. He’s still enraged, he’s still infuriated, but he’s also going to give you anything you want, he’s too weak when it comes to you.

He’ll have to kill Suguru after he’s pumped you full of cum.

“Fuck it, I don’t wanna know right now. Just fuck me, please Toru. Please.” You beg now, and he’s groaning, picking you up in his arms easily, desperate for you, your legs eagerly wrap around his hips, your heat pressed against his cock, and he can hardly control himself, shaking as he holds you.

“Oh, I’ll fuck you baby, but you need to say it. That you’re mine, only mine. No one else gets to have you, do you understand? Do you!?” He is desperate as he looks at you, and you just nod, emotional, as he’s carrying you straight to your little room, yeah Satoru looked up the layout, don’t worry about that though. You only had a master and a guest room, it was easy.

“How do you know where my room is? I-”

“No getting fucked if you can’t shut that pretty mouth up.” He’s got you on your little bed then, and your eyes go wide, lips parting as he sinks on top of you, he’s longer than your entire bed, which he notices is covered in pink silk. He’ll mention he hates that later, right now he needs to taste you. “Say it.”

“I’ll be yours, Satoru Gojo. Yours.” You speak those words so goddamn sincere, with your perfect lips.

His chest tightens.

His heart constricts.

“You don’t understand.” He whispers, leaning up on long arms as he looms over you. “I mean mine. Mine. Only me. Can only be me in your head, in your thoughts, in your fucking mind. Got me? He can never fucking enter it again.”

“It’s only you in there already.” You whisper, blinking rapidly, tears hot and sticky now, and he feels like he’s going to fucking burst with the need to claim you, to make you scream his name, to make you cum until you forget Suguru completely.

Satoru can’t stand that he saw you like this.

Under him.

A virgin, innocent, young… and he did that to you.

He needs to make you both forget.

Don’t worry, he knows just how to.

“Good. That’s what I want to hear. That’s what I need to hear, baby. You’re mine, my good little girl.” He watches your eyes blow out at his words, watches the already intense desire grow as you’re under him.

“Good girl, fuck.” You whisper now, and he smiles a bit, not a smirk or a grin, no your cute little whimper makes him smile genuinely, even as you rip him apart with your perfection. Satoru has been so goddamn harsh with you, that you’re disintegrating at a couple words.

“Yes, you are a good girl right now. Now let’s get you naked and see what we can do about those sad eyes, yeah?” You nod, letting him pull your shirt over your head, revealing those perfect tits, and he groans, eyes locked on them as he runs his thumb over your nipples, watching them peak even more. “You’re so beautiful, baby. So fucking beautiful.”

“Oh Satoru… thank you.” You whisper, gasping and leaning your head back, your face red with emotion, as he leans down to kiss you, to taste you, to claim you. You reach for his cock, but he slams your hand up, shaking his head.

“Let me show you, let me show you how I’ll treat you, if you’ll be only mine.” Your gaze is lidded now, and you eagerly nod, biting that full lower lip with white teeth, your brows together as you’re arching for more of him.

“Please show me, Toru. Please.” You whisper, and your whisper is like a fucking caress to his ears.

Satoru's hands are shaking as he slides down your pajama shorts, revealing your already wet pussy, and he’s lost for words. You’re so beautiful he can’t even describe it. He leans down, kissing your stomach, and you moan so sexy, arching into his touch. His tongue traces the line of your inner thigh, teasing closer and closer to your center, making you squirm under him.

“Please, Satoru, I need you. I need to feel you inside me.” Your voice is so needy, and it’s all he can take. He needs to feel you, to claim you, to make you his. He slides down, his tongue flicking over your clit, making you gasp, your hands in his hair as he devours you. You’re so sweet, so perfect, and he can’t get enough.

“You can fucking wait, I am taking my time. Got it brat?” He scowls up at you, only serving to apparently further excite you, as more of your arousal seeps out of your puffy lips, drooling out of your tiny hole as he spreads you wide.

“Y-yes, Toru.”

He bites the fuck out of your thigh now, and you cry out, as he sucks on it, leaving a giant red spot glistening. “Say that better.”

“Are you trying to make love or be kinky!? Crazy fucking-ow!” You’ve earned a smack on your perfect cunt now, and you hiss, jerking at that.

“Don’t worry that pretty head about figuring me out, baby, not yet, maybe never. Now, I said to say that better.”

“Yes, Sir?”

You end him now, as those words slip out of your lips, tentative and afraid, as you look down at the man between your legs. And you should be afraid, because you’re Satoru’s now, and he won’t let you go.

“Good girl.” He cooes again, watching your pretty face as you melt for him. Satoru’s tongue circles around your clit, as he slides two fingers into your wetness, feeling how tight you are around him, how you clench around his digits. He’s going to stretch you, fill you, make you cum until you can’t take it anymore.

You’re moaning his name, your hips bucking against his mouth, and he loves it, he craves it. “Satoru! Ah!” You cry out, your hands are entwined in his hair, as your hips buck up and he tastes you.

Fuck you taste so good.

“Mine, say it.”

Your POV

The possessiveness in his voice sends a shiver down your spine, as his tongue is working on you so goddamn good you can’t function. You struggle as you grasp his silky white hair, as a million questions should be swirling in your fucking mind, but there is nothing but how much you want him. Fuck you want him so much, no you crave him, no you need him.

You can feel his passion, his desperation, his need to claim you, to erase the memory of Suguru’s touch. And fuck if you’re not gonna give in, to let him take you, to let him consume you, to make everything else disappear. You are dying to feel every bit of his touch, every bit of his tongue, as it slowly circles your engorged little clit, and you’re screaming now.

“My name, say it. Say it.” He murmurs, blowing on your clit now, and pleasure is shooting through your stomach, making it clench.

“Satoru. Satoru. Satoru!” He’s humming on your clit with his moan now, his huge hands gripping your thighs as he drinks you. “Satoru…”

“Mmm…” He leans up for a moment, moaning as his brilliant blue eyes stare up at you, and fuck if you aren’t sucked in. “Your pussy is perfect.” He whispers, and you’re falling apart when he slides those two long fingers in your cunt again, pumping in and out, and then watching you, he’s just watching you, fuck he’s praising you!?

“In me, please Toru.” You beg, hips bucking up. “I’m close, please.”

“Oh baby, you're too impatient. No.” He pulls you by the fat of your ass, pressing those fingers up and hitting that spot that fucking blinds you. “You think you tell me what to do, huh?”

“I’m… not telling… I’m begging, fuck!” You cry out as he’s relentless, and you’re about to shatter, as he smirks up at you so goddamn sexy.

“Cum on m'face and let me drink you up. I want to taste you all fucking day, so I can lick my lips and have you on them.”

“Oh my-mnh!”

His words, his fingers, his mouth as he sucks on your little clit then, it fucking breaks you apart, piece by piece, the orgasm shredding your soul as his tongue puts you back together. He breaks you and fixes you, with every flick, every expert touch, as if this man has known your body forever.

As if he owns it completely, and maybe Satoru already does. His gorgeous eyes shut in his own pleasure, you feel him grinding his cock on your bed as he is devouring you, and you cum so hard you’re blinded, you can’t breathe, like nothing exists but him.

He moans as you’re soaking his face, there’s no other word, no one or nothing has made you as wet as this, even Satoru previously. It’s all over your pussy, your inner thighs, and he’s lapping it up, shaking his head side to side, pressing his hand on your tummy as he shoves his fingers in so deep.

“Too much! Too much! Please!” You beg, but he’s chuckling against you, peering up with a perfectly sculpted face covered in your slick, and he’s licking those stupidly full lips like it’s a gloss.

“Oh baby you don’t get to tell me when to stop. You’re mine, now. Yeah?” He plants a kiss on your clit, overstimulated and throbbing, you simply whimper out a little sound, unable to form a word with the onslaught of pleasure. He leans up now, hand wrapping your throat. “Say it.”

“Yours, I’m yours.” You are mumbling, as he’s leaning over you, still fully clothed in a damn dress shirt and slacks, and he’s soaked with you, you’ve dripped down to his fancy gold watch, as he keeps scissoring those fingers in you. “Toru, let me see you. Please.”

“So eager brat? Can’t be patient, are you too slutty for me?” He says, but you shake your head, hands going to unbutton his stupidly expensive shirt.

“You’re gorgeous, Satoru Gojo. Wanna see you.” You press kisses on the marble skin you slowly reveal, and his hand pauses for a moment, and you hear it, this little sexy whimper from the back of his throat. You hear how fucking much he wants you, you can feel evidence of it pressing on your thigh now.

“Then fucking ask right.” He smacks at your hands again, making them sting, and maybe you should question this incredibly attractive psycho you’re drowning in, the one sliding his fingers up and down your slit, making you twitch.

Maybe you should wonder why you crave this so bad after Suguru touched you, the way it had made you feel disgusting, small, horrible.

But Satoru makes you feel so goddamn good, he drowns out that noise in your brain, you can’t even find yourself caring that he knows where you live. Fuck, the idea of him knowing that excites you in some fucked up way, hitting some stupid part of your brain, where feminism has been long gone with this man. It’s all gone under him, under his touch, under his gaze.

God how he looks at you.

How he makes you feel.

You’re craving to touch him so badly, but he smacks your little hands again, and this time it stings bad, but you like it, no you love it. How he takes you over, how small you feel against him, under him. How he allows you no room to breathe, fuck you didn’t need to breath unless it was Satoru Gojo’s goddamn breath.

His anger, simultaneous with his passion, the sweet way he will kiss you, then the furious way he’ll slam his lips. What even is he, who even is he, this man you think you’re falling in love with? Don’t know a damn thing but how you feel, and you feel everything with him, physically and more. Every nerve-ending on fire, as he pulls on every emotion you have.

You’d do anything he asked.

“Can I please see you, touch you, Sir?” You whisper, pouting and blinking those lashes, and you watch him melt over you, groaning all sexy from the back of his throat, and he nods, letting you unbutton each little clear one, they pop and reveal more and more perfect skin, until he sits up.

He eases his shirt off his shoulders now, and your eyes drink in his perfect, chiseled body, the taut skin that ripples across those muscles, lean and hairless aside from a white trail under his belly button. Fuck he’s perfect, you muse as you sit up on shaky legs to run your hands down him gently, exhaling when you feel the heat of his skin.

“If you were smart you’d fucking run from me.” He says then, and you sigh, watching him jerk as your breath touches his chest, your palm right where his heart beats.

“There’s no running from you, is there?” He grins then, yanking the fuck out of your hair, and you moan at it, eyes fluttering shut for a moment in pleasure, as you inhale his scent around you. Fuck he fills something and you can’t exactly say what this is, but it’s everything to you.

“No, there’s no running. Not now, baby. But you don’t want to, do you?” You shake your head side to side, making the pull on your hair even better. You crave him so goddamn bad you can’t think, as your cunt is throbbing around nothing, painful at how much you crave this man.

“Let me suck you, Toru... Ah!” He smacks you right across your cheek, gently, but he sure fucking did, and it feels good, you cling to him more, moaning.

“You’re not learning quickly, are you? Or you like me fucking teaching you?” He yanks your hair so hard it’s ripping, and he’s breathing right against your lips as you feel tears pricking your eyes, and you love it so much you’d ask for another hit. But that terrifies you. “Don’t make me hit this pretty face again, be a good girl.”

“Maybe I like you smacking my face.” You whisper, and his brows raise, and you feel his heart beating hard against his chest. “Don’t you hate me, Toru?”

“Hate you… hate everything about you. How beautiful you are. How your face haunts my every dream. Hate that all I can think about is how many ways I can make you cum, when you’re offering to please me.” He’s caressing the cheek he smacked, tilting his head and looking at the other. “And you’re still asking wrong. You’re being a fucking brat.”

“Let me suck you pleae.” You take another smack, and you cry out, it stings so goddamn good you straddle him, and he groans, as you grind on his lap, mouth devouring his.

“Little slut. Little freak.” He groans out, gripping you so goddamn tight you can’t breathe, you swear you feel your damn ribs creak when he’s pressing on your ribcage, as he shoves you off him then, glaring at you, eyes glazed over. “I’m trying to be sweet and you’re pissing me the fuck off, brat.”

“Sweet huh!? You smacked me.”

He smirks. “Lovingly.”

You roll your eyes, huffing. He’s kinda right, and you’re mentally fucked, honestly. “Psycho.”

“Slut.”

“Sadistic stalker.”

He smirks then. “And? It’s your fault. Don’t be so fucking yummy.” He’s shoving you back down the bed, and you’re wriggling to get up, glaring at him.

“Let me suck your dick, why not!? I want it in my throat.” He moans then, lowering his head onto yours, and you feel his exhale tickling your lips.

“Such a whore.”

“For you.”

“Fuck you for saying it. For making me believe it.” He’s kissing you again all desperate, his voice breaks, and you’re yanking at his hair, dying for him, rubbing your bare pussy eagerly against that thick length.

“It’s true, I need you. Let me please you back. Alone, not with him, just us… please.” He eases away, off you, and then he sees it.

You need this.

“You're gonna do a good job, be a good girl for me?” He whispers, and you nod quickly, cunt dripping as he finally stands, and you’re on your hands and knees, sinking into your old soft mattress, impatiently grabbing. He smacks at your hands again. “No, you wait until I tell you.”

“Yes, Sir.” You watch his hands shake as he takes off his black leather belt, you’re damn near drooling.

“Sit there and be patient, yeah?” You just nod, earning a smack again, and you bite your lip. “Should beat you with this belt.”

“Could you? Ow!” Satoru’s yanking your hair again, as he pulls that perfect long cock out, and you see how swollen that pink tip is, all reddened and precum is slaved all over the little line there.

“So slutty, just calm the fuck down. I’m going to show you how to actually suck dick. And yeah, you’re good, but I mean take it all. Now…” He yanks you to sit on the edge of the bed now, lining his cock with your lips. “I’ll show you what I couldn’t when you were with him.”

“Show me, please… Sir.” You say, not wanting another smack, and he grins then, fangs glinting off the light of your room.

“Mouth open.” You do exactly as he says, tongue out, and he’s cupping your face almost sweetly, shoving his cock in your mouth, so deep you choke, and he’s groaning, pulling back now, letting you suck on him. “When you sucked me… ah… could only think… how I wanted you alone.”

You’re crying now, as he holds your face so tight, as he’s fucking your throat so deep, you’re breathing through your nose, looking up at him, his beautiful blue eyes so dark with lust they’re difficult to handle. But you do, you look at him, as his face is contorted in pleasure, as his thin white brows lower, and you’re drooling around the corners of your mouth.

“Thought how pretty your - ah- eyes were. Like a fucking idiot. Hate that, hate you, hate everything- s’perfect I-” He’s just fucking your mouth, your throat, and you’re taking him as well as you can, as he’s deeper and deeper, as he’s sucking out all the oxygen you have.

Satoru is so deep, pushing past your uvula now, and you struggle to take him all, he’s so long, but his moans push you past your limits. You’ll do anything to watch his pretty face like this, to feel his hands tremble, his hips pause at moments. You suck him hard, cheeks hollowing as your tongue swirls around the veins that wrap him.

You’re whining out when he’s pressing his hands around your throat, and Satoru is groaning now as he feels the bulge in your throat, his other hand wrapping your hair into a fist, snapping his hips harder and harder. You struggle so hard to take it, it’s not something you’d experienced, as he fucks every frustration in your sore throat, making you even wetter, even more sensitive.

“Fuck you’re s’good at this. Goddammit. Fuck.” He eases back a bit now, and you cough a bit, as he swipes that drool off your mouth, gripping your face with his hand, squishing your cheeks. “You haven’t even asked if I let her suck me.”

You flush at that, clearing your throat, stroking his cock that’s slippery with all your slobber, and his head tilts back, his hands clinging to your neck now. “I don’t believe him for shit. So.”

“And if I did let her? Huh?” You pause then, sucking in a breath, as your mind starts to whirl.

“I’d fucking hate that. It would make me so upset. I’m sorry.” You blink away tears, as he bends down now, on his knees for a moment, face level with yours.

“Aw, I won’t get to fuck girls with you?” You blink in embarrassment, as you struggle to focus.

“I hate the thought of you with anyone. I hate it. Even seeing you kiss Shoko upset me more than Suguru, and I didn’t know why. I didn’t-” He’s slammed his lips back on yours now, cutting off your words, and you melt against him, lapping up all the fury he was putting behind it.

“Such a selfish little bitch, huh?” He says, and you just nod, as he’s cupping your face so carefully, his eyes drinking you in. “Why?”

“I only want you to touch me.” He moans again, shoving his tongue in your throat, the kiss is so desperate and messy, and you struggle to focus on where you are, who you are, as Satoru kisses every thought from your fucking mind.

“I have only wanted you long before you were mine.” He says softly, the danger and desire mixing in his deep timbre, stroking your hair and sighing. “He’ll never touch you again. No one will.”

“Please, please… Satoru, I need you in me. Please.” You’re begging so hard you’re fucking sobbing, and finally he’s shoving you into the bed, and before you can take a breath he has your leg on his shoulder, and his cock buried to the fucking hilt. “Oh my god! F-fuck! Toru!”

“Is that what you’re begging for, needy little slut?” He whispers those words through gritted teeth, you just nod mindlessly, as your little cunt stretches to accommodate his thickness, and he’s got his hand braced on your thigh, pressing it further, sinking impossibly deeper, making you scream.

“Yes, yes, yes…. Thank you. Thank you. Need you.” You’re whimpering, stuttering, as he’s pulling back, making you hiss a bit at the pain, before he’s shoved back in, hitting even harder. “Want you. Want you.”

“Yeah baby, do you? How should I fuck this pretty pussy? Hard, fucking break it? Or easy, and break your stupid little mind.” You are already stupid, you can’t think when he’s on top of you.

“You do anything you want to me, Satoru Gojo. Please. Anything.” He groans now, slamming into you so deep you can’t take it, you’re already close, that white stubble above his cock tickling your exposed clit as he just grinds that tip against your cervix.

“You’re mine to do anything I want, huh? Ya sure about that?” You just nod, and he’s now fucking into you, hard, long strokes, but they’re slow, agonizingly slow, keeping you right on that edge.

“Anything, anything.” You say, breathless between strokes, you can’t keep your goddamn mouth shut, not when Satoru Gojo’s cock is deep in your cunt.

“What if I want you pregnant? What if I want you to- ah- never leave me?” He demands, and you don’t even care, you’ll get pregnant, you’ll do anything, as his length is stroking in and out. You’re so soaked you can hear every slutty stroke of your pussy squish in the room as he’s wrecking your insides.

“Do it. Fucking do it.” You mumble, eyes rolling back as he presses in, and you cling to his bare shoulders, letting out pathetic whimpers. “Cumming, cumming-ah!”

“All over this cock, good girl.” His words make it worse, now you can’t breathe, as the climax washes over you, knocking you off this existence, now you’re somewhere in space, with Satoru moving over you.

He’s filling you so deep, and now he’s rocking against you, leaky tip grinding inside your cervix, your eyes lock onto his, as his lidded gaze drinks you in, his long, snowy white lashes fluttering. But he never doesn’t look at you, he’s enthralled, pressing that thigh even further, rolling his hips just so, hitting every spot you have, discovering more you didn’t know.

You gape, your mouth opening and shutting stupidly, as he’s biting that lower lip, and he brushes your hair back softly, then something hits, and hits hard, you can’t even describe it. When he’s so vulnerable then, when he’s so deep, and a drip of sweat falls from his chin onto your lips. You lap it up, your own hands coming to cup his face, as you roll your hips.

“Satoru… I…” You struggle, you can’t say this stupid shit. Can you?’

“You’re perfect.” He says, rolling his hips again, watching as he tears you apart, makes you into a trembling mess. “Wanna get you pregnant, want you to never work, never leave.”

His words should scare you, he should scare you. Satoru is a red flag, but you don’t seem to care, in fact it makes it more heady, it makes you wetter, the insane shit he’s saying. “Then do it.”

“Do it!?” You nod, rolling up again, and pressing you lips up for more of his brutal kisses.

“Give me it, your babies. In me. Please!” Now you’re so close again, and he’s groaning, shoving your thighs up so high you’re smushed, and your struggle to breathe, while he’s fucking into you so deep like this, so deep you can’t stop yourself from cumming around his length, spasming, making him tense.

“Never leave me. Never.” He says, maddening eyes, and you should hesitate, but you fucking can’t, you can’t with him.

“Never. Never, Satoru-ngh!” He’s fucking you so hard, so deep now, bending down to hold your face in his huge hands, as his cock shoves in so deep you scream in pain, but fuck it feels good.

“Never, never. Can’t. Won’t- let- ah- you go. No.” He’s fucking insane, you see it in his maddened state, it’s like he’s consumed, consumed by you, and you gasp at the intensity, as he’s fucking you so hard, as the smacks are loud in the room. “Mine, mine. Mine, say it.”

“Yours. Yours. Yours.” You are his, how could there have ever been anything, how when his hot, full lips are on yours, how when he has you bent in half, how when he’s railing the fuck out of you.

It’s all Satoru Gojo.

“I’m filling you up, baby, you better fucking take it all. Can you, take all of me? Can you?” He’s asking it in so many ways, and you barely register you’re sobbing when a strangled sound comes out.

“Yes, yes. All of you. Give me it.” You plead, and your foreheads touch, as he’s stretching your eager pussy, making it so sloppy wih each thrust, as he slows, and shoves so hard it hurts, but you want it.

You want every bit.

“Make you a fucking mommy. Keep you knocked up. Got me?” He whispers, fucking insanely, but you nod, you can’t speak anymore. “Beg for it.”

“C-can’t… t-talk…” He’s groaning now, hot breaths brushing your bruised lips, reddened from all his kisses.

“Beg for it. For me. Now.” His words are jerky, broken, and you finally gasp a bit, struggling to form a word.

“Please, please…” He smacks you again, kissing the spot as soon as he does, and you almost cum.

“Not yet. Not yet. Say it… better.” He demands, jerky movements halted, as your stinging cheek keeps getting kissed.

“Please sir?” Another smack, and you whine out. “Please, what the fuck do you want me to say!? Lemme have your cum. Your babies.”

“Ask better, fucking brat.” He says through gritted teeth. “Ask me better. Perfect, beautiful goddamn bitch, bane of my fucking existense.” You should hate those words, but you’re throbbing now, so goddamn close even though he’s just staying still.

Your eyes are filled with tears as your face is reddening, overheated, overstimulated, dying for him. “Please, give me babies, Sir. Ow, what!?”

“Better, do better.” You pause then, disoriented, blinking in confusion, your brain is too stupid and fucked out to think.

“Please, please, want your babies in me, s’bad… Daddy please, fill me up with them-” Satoru is groaning now, eyes snapping shut as he’s slammed into you, making you choke on your words, on pleasure, and you’re crying, it’s just so much.

“Good girl, that’s it, that’s it. Take it, baby, take everything. You’re gonna get knocked up right here, right now, in your slutty little cunt.” And with those words, he’s cumming, and you’re coming, and it’s so fucking much cum. He’s pulsing inside you, and you feel it, feel his hot cum filling you up, coating your walls as your cunt sucks it up.

Like she wants these babies, how couldn’t she, how couldn’t you, when this man you barely know has claimed you like this? You’re shaking, your walls clenching around him, begging for more, even though you know you can’t take anymore, and now Satoru is coming down from his high, panting and looking at you, pupils just pinpoints, as he slowly shoves that cum deeper, as you’re shoving it with how hard you’re pulsing.

“Holy fuck… I… Satoru, I…” You can’t breathe, you can’t think, you’re just sobbing, and you expect him to make fun of you, but he pulls you close, caressing your hair now, gently.

“I know, I know baby.” He murmurs, as you sob against the crook of his neck, as you cling to him. “I know.”

“I don’t even know. I don’t… Satoru, I’m falling I- and you’re insane, and you scare me, and you I think stalk me, and-”

“You’re falling for me!?” He asks, leaning up with shocked eyes, and you just continue to sob, trying to grab ahold of him, to tether yourself.

“I know that’s crazy. I kn-know you’re fucking insane. Maybe you fucked my literal brains away.”

“You’re falling for me?” He’s squeezing your face so hard you wince, grabbing his wrists, he’s panting, and your thighs are aching.

“Yes. Yes I am.” You can’t fucking lie to him. You can’t lie to yourself. “Make fun of me, call me a stupid slut, call-”

He slams his lips on yours, and your teeth click as his kiss sets you into another realm again, as you realize you’re in love with a psycho, with an evil best friend. As you realize you’d get knocked up, with a man you barely know, if it made him happy. You have no time to question this as Satoru is consuming you.

“Don’t fucking lie to me. I can’t take it.” He’s crying you realize, his gorgeous eyes glittering, and falling on high cheekbones. You ease your legs down with a wince, getting up on your elbows, your messy hair strown around your breasts as you’re caressing his face.

“I don’t lie. I should have told you last night about him… Satoru I am so sorry, I was scared. I didn’t know if you’d believe me. I-”

“He won’t again. He won’t. I swear I will make sure of it. No one will ever fucking touch you, baby, you got it? No one but me.” Your heart races at his intensity. “Falling for me?”

“Yes, for you, Satoru Gojo. Fucking psycho.” You are met with another furious kiss, with his insane gaze, with his huge hands taking over your little body, squeezing every curve and line, wrecking you further, as if you had any more to go. “How many times have you watched me?”

“You don’t wanna know. Just know I’ll keep you safe.” He’s kissing you over and over, and it’s too easy to fall into, to shove your brain far away. “Just know it will only be you for me. Only you. How could he have seen anyone esle?”

“Oh, Satoru…” You’re clinging to him, as he holds you so tight. “I was so afraid, I felt so worthless.”

“He is. For all of it. Should have been me, your first. Me.” You nod, as he drinks up your sobs, as he strokes your hair. “I love when you cry, you’re so fucking beautiful, you know?”

“You’re so insane.”

“I know. I know, baby.” Soon it’s the evening, and you’re starving, Satoru is ready to go fucking kill Suguru. “Let me get him now. I’ll just cut off some fingers.”

“Wait… what about our date?” Satoru looks you up and down, smirking.

“You’re a mess, I fucked the shit out of you. You can’t go anywhere like this.”

“So I’ll get ready. And you get ready.”

He glares. “You’re trying to fucking distract me. I need to go deal with this, then we’ll have your fucking date.”

“Satoru you’re still hurt from him, please… I can’t let you get hurt. Not because of me again.” You’re clinging to him as you stand by the front door, and he sighs.

“I need to deal with him. I can’t let him touch you again.”

“So is there another way, other than assault and cutting fingers?”

“Nope.”

“Satoru!”

“What!?” You sigh, thinking for a minute, then you look up at him, smirking, so devious, and his blue eyes narrow, as he bends his tall body over you. “Wait…you have a fucking idea, don’t you brat?”

“Sure do. Shoko.”

“What about her?”

“I have her number. Why don’t we expose Suguru being an all around piece of shit to her? Really ruin him.”

Satoru’s smiling now, a wicked glint to his eyes. “You know what? I like that. You’re so fucking clever.”

“Wait, is that a compliment?”

“You look like a bimbo, you have ugly sheets, everything is gaudy and pink, your-”

“Okay, got it, still hate me.” He actually smiles, and he’s so handsome then it hurts you. How is this deviant so precious. “Do you still hate me?”

“Do you think I ever did?” He asks, countering your question.

“I mean, you said it alot. A lot.”

“Because I hate how much you make me feel, just existing.” He brushes your hair back now, studying you.

“It’s the same for me, Satoru.” You whisper, clinging to his hand. “You’re so fucking toxic.”

“So the fuck are you.” You’re both kissing again, brutal now, so brutal you re bust open his lip, and the blood is pouring, but he doesn’t care, he’s got your wrists in his hands, pressing you against the wooden wall of your living room. You’re panting, desire in your core again, though your pussy was hurting so fucking bad. “Toxic little brat.”

“Toxic fucking man.”

“Such a stupid little girl.”

“Such an idiot man.”

You don’t care there is blood on your lips, you lick it right off, and he moans at the sight, snatching you up against him, wincing as you know he’s still sore in places. “You’re too goddamn beautiful. How can we go on a date if I can’t leave your perfect little cunt?”

“We’ll go on a date tomorrow. And… we’ll put that shit into action. That means, mmm, Satoru…” He’s sucking down your neck, down your breasts. “No killing or assaulting tonight, got it?”

“Fine, but tomorrow?”

“No, you sadistic stalker. No killing.”

“We’ll try it your fucking way, but I know it’ll end bad, I know in my heart he won’t just stop.” He pulls away, serious now. “He said to me he’s hurting you because I don’t care for myself. He’s not done, do you see!?”

“You’ll keep me safe then.” You whisper, and he sighs, shoving his entire weight against the wall.

“How can I do it all the time!?”

“Choso will help me at work. I know it’s weird, but…”

“You all didn’t fuck.”

“No, we didn’t. How’d you know?”

“He wouldn’t let you go once he did. Perfect pussy. Evil.” You giggle, you fucking giggle, as this murderous stalker is hovering over you, as he’s caressing your face. “Mine, you’re fucking mine. Remember it.”

“You’re scary… scary hot. You know that?” He just stares, he’s just bending down and looking into your fucking soul.

“I’ll do anything to keep you now. Do you know that?” He asks right back, and his words hold an insane intent. You nod, shyly almost, as he exhales, eyes dropping to your lips, reddened with his own blood.

“Date tomorrow. Take me somewhere fancy, rich jerk.” You shove at him, but he’s pulling you against him so tight it sucks away the breath from your lungs.

“You better be right then, because if not, your date night is gonna be digging his fucking grave.”

Shit.

Disclaimer I don't condone stalking but it's Yandere Gojo so he gets a pass.🤭🙃

Ao3 chap:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58179796/chapters/150076474

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still-a-morosexual-help · 1 year

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Right ik we're all in love with MC from Nightbringer but can we please acknowledge that they're literally just og om! MC but their usual personality is highlighted because of their new situation

MC's personality has always been like that

They've always had batshit options.

Nightbringer isn't the first time MC tried to kick down someone's locked door, in the og game they actually succeed.

When I say MC grew/had character development I mean: how it's canon that MC is reserved with people they don't know and Lucifer acknowledges in S2 that they're growing more open. + that they're grown confident in their magic now.

Personality wise though they're still the same shithead from og om!

Remember what they were like during the cowboy event?

How much of a snarky ass they were to Mammon & Levi in S1?

How they canonically know how to push Lucifer's buttons & delight in it?

How they're crazily adaptable & calm in bad situations?

How they have no problem choosing violence and relish in the chaos the brothers create?

How weirdly okay they are with accepting death?

Just the entirety of "Lucifer's Rough Day" Devilgram. If you have that please read it! MC's hilarious & terrible, the absolute love of my life

All that & more are present in both games.

MC's personality is still the same, the fact that the brothers are now on new ground, unsure of themselves and their positions, shy and scared and confused, unsure of even their own powers just means that MC gets the spotlight to shine because the brothers are relying on them much more heavily and their usual level of competence & snark gets elevated because of it

Here's all my posts I could find about MC from the og! game that show what they're like:

MC being done with Mephisto

MC brutally judging Satan's level of pranks

MC being absolutely badass when they save Barbatos using pure brute strength in S4

Canon facts about MC

MC being willing to lay down and die part 1

MC's emotions + facial expressions

THIS CHAT! Just casually dropping the most batshit information

Being a shithead to Satan for no reason

Being a shithead to Mephisto for a very good reason

MC happily pissing off Lucifer for the lols

MC being not nice to strangers

MC thriving on Chaos

MC being jealous/possessive

MC having 0 fear of horror

MC being Done

MC being fucking insane

MC's emotional intelligence and how they use it

MC having 0 fear in general

Giving priority to cows over their best friend

100% commitment to the bit

Being a dick

"Yaaas hon, come through!"

Giving Lucifer grey hair

MC vs the brothers on freaking out each other

MC being willing to lay down and die part 2

When MC loses their temper

Memes

MC's Magic

MC being very obviously not human

A typical friend group

The pirate event

This entire amazing compilation by @radarchives

#obey me spoilers #obey me nightbringer #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#shall we date? obey me!#swd obey me #shall we date obey me #obey me main character #om mc #obey me mc #om! mc #swd mc #obey me! mc #shall we date mc

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Snippets. 🐺💜

Nathan: "This team has done some amazing work 😍" [source]

devs Mack Carruthers and Greg Towner worked on Morrigan's transformation in the new trailer [source]

Violet: "🥰 can't wait to share more with you guys 👀" [source]

Violet: "Happy to finally have my first authored blog (with help from my AMAZING TEAM of course!) to share with you guys!!! Check it out and pre-order DATV now! 🥰🥰🥰" [source] [bloglink]

In this thread, Derek highlights a compilation of shots from the trailer that he made, worked on in-tandem with others, or polished

Derek: "And that’s all the stuff from me in the trailer! I feel so incredibly lucky that so much of my work made it into this AMAZING trailer. Can’t wait for you guys to see more. 🧡 I wanna add: it takes an army to make these scenes. While I did character layout, camera animations, animation polish, bug fixing and technical stuff, there’s still a plethora of folks who touched these scenes. Matter of fact, our work still isn’t done. So I gotta thank: writing, level art, VFX, lighting, sound, character art, performance capture, actors, production, and my fellow Cine folks who I worked on these scenes in tandem with. It all came together into one incredible package. 🧡 For anyone who’s curious, here’s a breakdown of what I do: - mocap assembly - scene layout (characters, props, cameras, mocap) - camera work (animations, framing, polish, etc.) - scene polish (character and camera animation polish, bug fixes) - integration - bug fixing" [source, two, three, four] Derek added: "PS: I count these as Cine folks, but to clarify - also huge thank you our incredible Creature and Character animators. They did some really insanely mind blowing shit. Dunno how they do it." [source]

User: "Okay, but is it on purpose that the drink/flask thingie is positioned almost like the stomach in Manfred It's like kinda in the correct area too if I'm not mistaken [image of Manfred]" / Derek: "Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s what character art was going for here 😂" [source]

Dev Tony: "Been hard at work bringing these scenes to life with an amazing team of cinematic artists and designers. Enjoy a small teaser of our work." [source]

Derek: "I worked on a few of [Lucanis'] best scenes. HE OWES ME." [source] / User: "Very much looking forward to seeing where his story goes. I have a feeling it'll be spicy." / Derek: "Oh it’s a doozy." [source]

Derek: "The hair in our game is ASTOUNDING." [source]

Derek: "Our lighting team are absolute MASTERS at this, every bit of work they did was incredible!!" [source]

Derek: "I can absolutely tell you that there are a PLETHORA of dialogue options, major choices, and a huge amount of variability. Trust me - it’s been challenging to work with all the variability LOL" [source]

Carly: "game dev is so collaborative, a lot of stuff in the trailer i've helped out on! most of the work id say i "own" isn't gonna be in flashy trailers, but hope we get to see some of it over the next two months ! :)" [source]

Crystal: "Some really beautiful cinematics shown off in this one. So proud of our team!" [source]

Carly: "ive worked on at least one romance scene for each follower and i still squeak when they flirt with me im With y'all" [source]

Dev Matthew: "👀 This is so hype! Might be a tad of my work in there as well. 😉" [source]

Siggi: "It's so exciting to see the some of the shots I worked on and worked along-side come to life! I was afraid that my work would never see the life of day. I can't wait for October!" [source]

Siggi: "My biggest contribution was the assan work I think. I got to do a lot of look and movement development on him. I even animated his whole intro scene." [source]

Siggi: "Look at my babies! LOOK AT THEM! They're smiling!" [context: Assan and the dragon that rises from the water, and having worked on them] [source]

Carly: "forever grateful to siggi for helping me onboard but okkkk their animation work is sooooo killer, set an amazing standard for the cines !!!!! 🙏🙏🙏 so excited for y'all to see" [source]

Dev Zara: "October 31st!! So excited for folks to enjoy it. And to finally be able to publicly share my animation work." [source]

Camille: "Time for you to meet some of them dragons ! And I don’t think you’ll be able to slay them so easily hehe" [source]

Varric's Bianca: "That’s us!! That’s our game!! 😭❤️ never in my wildest dreams would I have predicted that I’d end up where I am, working on my dream project. I’m so immensely grateful to this amazing team!" [source]

ikhandle: "Congratulations team! This has been an honour to work on! Amazing job all around." [source]

Michael: "the team really, really cares about PC." [source] / User: "The trailer was awesome! How soon do you think we'll hear about PC specific features? 👀" / Michael: "pretty soon! i know its in the works." [source]

For a while there was an error on the Steam listing of the game's PC specs. it said the recommended PC spec is the same as the minspec. the recommended PC spec is PC spec is i9-9900K. it looks like this has now been fixed [source]

ikhandle: "One of my dragon shots just made the trailer! 🐉🐉 Huge shoutout to the Cinematic team for absolutely crushing it—these are some of the best cinematics I've seen in years. Truly an honor to have the privilege to work on Dragon Age. Congrats to the whole team on their outstanding work!" [source] (context: dragon shot at the end of the trailer when the red one pulls a pike out its body)

ikhandle: "Had a lot of fun animating this big boi. Y’all not ready for him 🦴☠️🪓" [source] (context: the giant skeleton) / User: "Does he have a name? 👀" / ikhandle: "I’ll ask 😂. I’ve named him SeñorBones for now." [source]

The cinematics in the trailer are running REAL time in engine [source]

ikhandle: "Everyone has done such an amazing job… a lot of hard work to get these out. Shout out to the whole team!!’" [source]

Jess: "😎 I'm uncontrollably hype and I work on this….." [source]

Dev Yanni: "Dragons go roar! *internal screaming in excitement*" [source]

Nick: "Nuts to see how far this has come. Way to go to the BioWare team." [source]

#dragon age: the veilguard #dragon age the veilguard spoilers #dragon age: dreadwolf #dragon age 4 #the dread wolf rises #da4 #dragon age #bioware #video games #long post #longpost #morrigan #queen of my heart #hype hypeeeee

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my favourite fics and writers

hi, y'all!! so I've decided that this year, I want to be more appreciative of all the amazing content we have on this app, and thank the writers providing it. this was inspired by Lily (lastnightwaskindofablur) who shared how long it took her to write her series, and it made me realise how much time and love are poured into these fics.

so this list is basically everyone im following, and my favourite piece of writing from them! I don't think I've forgotten anyone, but if I have IM SO SORRY!! if I am following you- I'm obsessed with you.

anyway, so sorry for tagging 1000 people but I love and appreciate you all so much!!

(so much rambling below the cut)

@64yrsold; “aches” is amazing and “wintering” is heartbreaking in the best way. Also, all of their one-shots are just amazing, I could read them over and over again!!

@yourtouchismidas; “ruins” was one of the first fics that had me checking AO3 every day for updates. truly heartbreaking and all-encompassing. and all the blurbs from it are also amazing. The dad! Matty content mixed with the angst is just so well done.

@abiiors; is not only one of the nicest people on this app (and maybe the world) but also one of the most talented writers. so so many amazing fics that honestly, don't even get me started on bc I will talk for HOURS. but “haunt//bed” is one fic I can't stop coming back to. And “Three’s a Party” is… mind-numbingly good, it actually made me scream into a pillow when I read it for the first time. Vee also creates all the amazing 75 Tumblr activities so really she is to thank for SO MUCH content on here!! one of the kindest people I know, and I feel so lucky to call her my friend :)))

@shinycollarboneapologist; was the blog where I started rambling and sharing ideas, so she is to thank for all the friends I've made on here!!! The Taylor verse is PHENOMENAL and “illicit affairs” is a fav. but “clandestine” has invaded my brain so much I literally dream about it regularly... so I have to say that's my no.1

@imagine-that-100; I first discovered her series "Drunk” on ao3 and then promptly binged everything on her masterlist (multiple times...) “Chicken Shop Date” is just a masterpiece (she and her co-writer are AMAZING on this and I will ramble about her later), but my personal fav is “truth serum”. I have probably read that fic about 50 times over and I love it just as much every time!!!

@heyidkyay; I first read “Who Can Say No to Bridezilla?” and became obsessed on ao3. but then I found them on Tumblr and was completely sucked into "I guess I'll take this pain, instead of your name" which is quite possibly the best George series on here. so much character building and back story, and overall just a phenomenal fic.

@justlikemebutsixfootthree; has some of the best smut on this app,” The Birthday Party” is probably my most re-read because it is just an absolute masterpiece. but “insane” and “direction” are also both amazing.

@imightgetbetter; was one of the first blogs I discovered on here, and I fell in love with the whole “Love It If We Made It” series. such an amazing development of a relationship and their writing is AMAZING. but my absolute favourites have to be “Bets are off” and “I love dilfs.”

@butyou-callmewhenyourebored; has such good Ross content all around, truly providing for the Ross girlies!!! but the Leeds au blurb 1 is my fav from them!

@drivelikeiido; has some beautiful fluff, and I just love the way they write Matty. but (not so) important decisions just make my heart warm like nothing else!!!

@toomuchracket; my beloved mads!! the fun wine aunt of 1975 Tumblr. I mean I could talk for 17 pages about my love for all of her au's... birthday party is the perfect supportive husband, d-word is the best slutty old man content on this app lol and flatmate is the friends-to-lovers content we all yearn for. asking me to choose my favourite Mads fic is like choosing a favourite child, but right now it has to be totally wrecked. I think that has altered my brain chemistry in an indescribable way… (edit; since writing this she has put out possibly my no.1 fic of all time, “and this is how it starts” so I just had to mention how much I fucking adore it)

@lottiecrabie; I mean... what else is there to even say about Lottie other than she is one of the best writers I have ever read. truly the mother of 1975 Tumblr. “rockstar girlfriend” and “pray for my soul” both have such special places in my heart, but anatomy au locked a new section in my brain fr. that little loser lives in my head rent free!!!

@tillthelandslide; is so so kind and has some amazing series I would recommend to EVERYONE. “insufferable asshole” is one of my absolute favourites, I love a grovelling man what can I say!!! but “Same for You” has me flipping sides every chapter, I still can't choose if I'm team Ross or team Matty.

@lastnightwaskindofablur; what more can I sat about the whole ATPOAIM universe other than it is quite literally phenomenal. the amount of time and effort poured into the Brittany Jackson universe is so clear by how amazing each fic and blurb is. my absolute favourite thought is "Christmas isn't cancelled (just you.)" from the 12 days of Christmas. it is easily one of my favourite fics I've read!!! She is also the whole inspiration behind this list and made me realise how important thanking your favourite writers really is.

@cowboylor; ohmyLORD the smut on this blog is just... wowowoowowowow. actually made me nervous to attempt smut because of how good theirs is. "Cabin Fever" is probably my favourite, I love a good threesome fic.

@alovesreading; the other half of the JAW DROPPING series that is “Chicken Shop Date”. the hours that have been put into that fic are so clear in how well thought out it is. every word feels purposefully placed, and every chapter fucking HITS. A also writes amazing fics for Alex Turner and is slowly making me an Alex girlie just by how good her writing is...

@bookish-strawberry; such such good fics in the "You and Me Till the End Universe". Ambrose has just created such loveable characters and you can't help but adore his writing. “alleyway” pt 1 and 2 are my favourites, I do love some fwb content.

@hypersonic04; her teacher Ross universe is just great, every blurb and fic just radiates the love between the characters that she has created!! but my absolute favourite fic of hers has to be "Tis the damn season", it somehow made me love one of my favourite songs even more.

@cryley; her “Petichor” series is just fluffy perfection, I have probably read it over 10 times and will 1000% be reading it at least 10 more...

@cows-wearing-my-sweater; has some amazing one-shots, and his work on “Eternal Summer” is absolutely beautiful. she manages to make you feel the warmth of summer through a screen, and it's fucking beautiful.

@thefrontofmymind; has so many great matty fics/imagines, “Helping Hand” jumps out easily as my favourite though. Once again, friends with benefits is ALWAYS gonna slap. especially when they confess their feelings at the end!!!! ahhh so good. “Proof Positive” is such a good Ross fic, if you like pregnancy fics I would HIGHLY recommend it.

@uramilf; did the 12 days of Christmas last year, and every day was amazing!!! But £The Record Shop” is my favourite series from her, love and music combined are too perfect for me not to adore.

@3terna15unshin3; Marcey's fic "then because she goes" had me refreshing ao3 DAILY. este is such a well-rounded and beautiful character, her and Matty's love makes me so lovesick it's CRAZY. that whole series is my favourite, and my fav blurb from that universe is Toothbrush. Este and Matty are so beloved by me <333

@because-she-goes; has an amazing universe with Matty and an OC that I adore, Nora is such a lovely character and every fic about them makes me giddy. "black lace" and "Summer Girl" are my favourites of their fics though!

@theseventyfive; has such a way with words, every fic makes me giggle and kick my feet. but if you saw my tags on my reblog of "not so secret Santa" you know how deeply I adore that fic. the writing on it is beautiful and makes you feel warm somehow??? amazing.

@wrongendofurcigarette; George girlies it's your time to shine!!!! "sun-soaked" and "wet" swirl in my mind whenever I see a pic of George looking... particularly good. but recently she has created an actress reader au that I am BUZZING for. that little snippet was... wowowowowowowow

@automaticllamacycle; OLIVE!!!!! once again, such a nice and genuine human being and I am so so lucky to chat with her because she is the best hypeman EVER. and is amazing to bounce ideas off of. just such a kind person and I am blessed to scream to her over DM. her coffee shop AU might be my most-read fic ever. it was my daily routine at one point to wake up, go to AO3 and read that fic. when part 2 came out???? I DIEDDDDDDD. but also all of olives horny thoughts are... MUWAH chefs kiss.

@red---moon; "after party" is another fic I read regularly on ao3, sleepy matty after a party with flirting and then smut??? hellooooo yes please. also, “Souvenir” as a series is just amazing, so so so good.

@maxverstappensflatbrim; “show me yours” is such a beautiful universe, and has SO MANY CHAPTERS for you to become obsessed with. I just love every character in that universe, and Mac’s writing is amazing.

@justanamesstuff; “All I Need” is such an amazing series, and I would recommend it to anyone who loves Dad! Matty content!! But all her blubs are worth reading too!!

@procrastinatinglikeapro; is so so sweet and has some absolutely mind-blowing fics. I must have read her entire masterlist 10 times over at this point. Choosing a favourite is hard, but “Does it matter” as a series has me HOOKED. (but also I love “mango lipgloss” and “wear my name around your neck”… don't make me choose okay)

@wrestletotheground; has some absolute BANGERS that everyone MUST read. Once again, the ross-tent on this blog is amazing. “Crime and Punishment” is my fav Matty fic from them, and she absolutely killed it with “Settle Down” for Ross!!

@mybrokenveins3000; college ross SUPREMACY!!! She is right when she says she is proud of “everyday rockstar” because it's easily my fav!!

@steel-elle; beautiful writing with everything she does, but my favourite has to be “But I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes” (is this also because I love the song New Year's Day?? perhaps…)

@kscheibles; “e la vita” is so stunning I don't even know how to verbalise it. That fic has a portion of my heart FOREVER. But college bf! Matty is truly the man we all deserve, and I am obsessed with him.

@think0fmehigh; molly!!! My love!!! What else is there to say about Molly other than she might be my fav filthy smut writer on this app, and thats a tough competition. Every time I get a snippet in DM’s from her, I feel like one of the luckiest human beings alive. Molly does not have a bad fic (despite her protests im sure) but my top two (because I CANT CHOOSE JUST ONE) have to be “Birthday Girl” and “You Get Me So High.” but honestly if you have the time, bless your life by reading every word she's ever written.

@controlmyfeet; DAD MATTY FIC. thats all I even need to say, it is SO SWEET and it makes me so happy!!!!

@bfiaflbox; sooooo much good content, but my favourites are “Wintering” and “Tonight I Wish I Was Your Girl” !!

@nowshesdoingitallthetime; kirke. This is me BEGGING for more bartender matty!!! “Cocktails, Cowboys and back alleys” is MWUAH MWUAH MWUAH. Bartender Matty is a need, I adored every second of that fic.

@wiintring; I NEED more from Christina!!! Her writing is all wonderful, and “Come here dressed in black now” does live in my mind!!!

@grocerystorelist; “body of Christ” is made for the religious trauma girlies and the fleabag girls. PREIST MATTY DRIVES ME CRAZYYYYY. Leila is so talented, it's crazy.

@forcryingoutlloud; wowwowwowwow the smutty content on this blog… its sooooooo good. “Beg for it” and “greedy” did melt my brain in the absolute best way, like I was genuinely SWEATING at how hot it was. As is everything on her masterlist!!

@hrryshoney; gyno! Matty unlocked a whole new side to me that I had NO IDEA was there. Like… insane. And the newest photographer reader fic also drove me CRAZY because I do love a cocky fictional man and some semi-public sex…

@the1975attheirverybest; Halla’s blog is a great place for discussion, good writing and crazy intelligent analysis of the band. “Education” and “being funny in a foreign language” are just… art. Truly. The character of Amelia and the characterisation of Matty are some of my favourites on this app. Hot smut, good writing and a lovely human being- what else do you need hellooo?? (also the pegging blurb from ages ago… yeah I think about her A LOT.)

@sugar-coat-it; FILTY, AMAZING SMUT. literally, every piece on Belle’s masterlist is worth reading 100 times over. Her newest thigh-riding blurb has been rotting my brain, I can't stop going back to it and reading it. Also, the Kylo Ren fic… mask kink unlocked fr. and the matty helping you deepthroat fic is also incredible. (can I just name everything she's done orrr???)

@cinomn; Nina has some great content, and I would genuinely recommend anything!! My favourite has to be “Summer Nights”, but it's a TOUGH competition tbh!!

@noacfslut; THE WRITING SPEED ON THIS BLOG?? MIND BOGGILING. And not only is Elle speedy, but every fic all absolutely wonderful. “Jealousy jealousy” and “undo” are my favourites, but that might change when I get the chance to read her mechanic au, because from what I've heard, it's also extraordinary.

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