#and i clicked on her to see if she was scared

[sturnslux3]

𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐌

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 mafia boss!Matt paired with librarian/florist!Reader are both forces to Marry each other under one condition…

Warning’s ⚠️: mentions of death. Swearing. Sexual content. Age gap. Violence. Mentions of blood. Mature content. Fluff. Angst. Use of Y/n Lmk if I forgot anything🙌

𝐈𝐓 was a pretty nice day for it to only be 60 degrees outside, as you step your way into the store and hear that fermilular ring of the bell and the entrance

You were opening the store like you did every morning, it’s always quiet, not quiet enough for it to feel like your head would explode, but quiet enough for it to be calm and soothing.

As you walk past the fictional section to the hallway of the lunch break room, you turn left to see your office but…

The door is open, lights on, and your father is sitting at your desk waiting for you to walk in, you had always known your dad had the key to everything in the city, you and your father were never close.

Especially after your mother died when you were 11, your father has blamed you for everything that went wrong after her death.

As your brown heels click on the floor to your father you stop, noticing a piece of paper that had a huge stamp on it that says “contract” in bold black letters. You stop for a second not thinking much of it and keep walking and finally reaching your father.

“Y/n,” he said plainly, with no emotion in his voice like always “Yes father?” I say questionably.

“Your 23,” he said

“ I am, which leads me to ask you…” I pause “Why are you here?” I say with a concerned and confused look on my face afraid to hear what’s next

“You’re old enough to know what’s right for you…correct?” He says finally looking at you, “Yes father, why are you he-“

He cuts you off “You have two choices, you either give up this place and find a job in the Bronx, or you marry and keep your shop,” he says as his accent slips out

“Marry? Wha- marry who?” You say as your eyebrows crease inward and your eyes go wide “You’ll see”

“Father you can’t do this,” you say emphasizing can’t, “ I can and I will, you have till midnight tonight to decide,” he says firmly, while standing up “And if I don’t?” You say with a shaky voice

He walks up to you, shoulder to shoulder, turning his head and barely whispering “Then you marry him either way” he said with a slight smirk that you would punch off his face if It weren’t for who he was

You hate him no matter what he does.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐒 𝐩𝐨𝐯

I didn’t know what to think, “Julien proposed to me that I Marry his daughter or I give up my company,”

I say sitting in my office chair talking to my home assistant Maria, who has taken care of me since I was a child, and who sees through my cold gaze and personality.

“If I marry her I keep my company if I don’t I’ll be working under Julien. And I can have that” I say raising my eyebrows

“Matthew I’ve told you plenty, your company is larger than his and you are the youngest most powerful investor, people are scared of you, I promise”

she says sincerely, and getting up after listening to me talk about it for an hour and walking out

5 minutes later I got a text

Julien:

Be here at 6:30 don’t be late your meeting my daughter.

Thank you @bernardsbendystraws for the dividers❤️

✵𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐡✰: I kinda hate it and will delete if y’all think it’s ass😃

Ik it’s kinda short but I’m trying

On another note this Is my first fic so don’t come after me

[missbiting]

❤︎⠀ 𝖙ags 𓈒⠀ ⠀꣹ ⠀ Tengen Uzui x F! reader, afab virgin reader, porn with some plot, dom!Tengen Uzui, innocence kink, praise kink, slight degradation, first time, virginity loss, possessive behavior, slight breeding kink, creampie, reader has never been kissed (until now), PIV, sex with a stranger, Tengen is kind of obsessed, some angst?? (reader has a short fight with her mom), loots of pet names, kind of corruption kink and size kink.

࣪ ⠀太⠀𝖘ummary⠀ 💬🌸⠀⠀ ׅ You were just supposed to deliver a message. Just one errand, your first time alone in the Red Light District. But when the chaos swallows you, a stranger catches you in the dark. He’s gorgeous. Gentle. Dangerous. And three days later, he’s at your window, saying he couldn’t forget you.

ノ BBs ⬞ ׄ 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 ♰ first fic of the blog, yay !!! this was more self indulging, my tengen obsession has been off the charts recently. its around 5.5K words, so not so long but not so short. some grammar mistakes might have been made, pls ignore those (ToT) remember, all characters in this are 18+ years old !! enjoyyy

The air was thick with perfume and the low hum of shamisen strings. Laughter echoed from behind veils, and the scent of incense curled around your nose like a teasing whisper. You didn’t belong here.

Your sandals clicked awkwardly on the cobblestone, not nearly loud enough to match the confidence the beautiful women around you wore like silk. You kept your head low, clutching the small slip of paper your mother had pressed into your hand just before you left. She’d told you to go to House of Plum Silk, a clean, respectable home for girls who worked only with referrals. You weren’t supposed to talk to anyone else. Just get in, speak to the mistress, and return home.

Easy.

Except now, thirty minutes later, the paper was creased in your sweaty fist, and you were completely, utterly lost. Your mother had never let you out this late before. Hell, she barely let you speak to strange men in broad daylight. But with her bad leg acting up and none of the usual girls available, she’d said it was time you learned how things worked around here. “Just once,” she’d said, eyes soft but tired. “You’re not a child anymore.” Yet, you still felt like one.

People brushed past you like waves, ignoring your soft voice when you tried to ask for directions. The lanterns overhead blurred in your vision, and everything was too bright, too loud, too fast. You wanted to cry.

You ducked down the first quiet alley you could find and pressed your back to the cool brick wall, trying to steady your breathing. You closed your eyes. Then you heard the sound of footsteps. It startled you a bit. You opened your eyes to see a tall figure stepping into the mouth of the alley, his silhouette framed in the flickering red glow of lanternlight.

He moved slowly, now you could see him better. Long white hair spilled over his shoulders, loose and glinting silver under the light. A dark robe hung open over his chest, the fabric swaying with every step.

He paused when he saw you. And then his head tilted slightly, gaze dropping to your clenched fists, your stiff shoulders, the way you looked like you were one wrong word away from breaking. “Well now,” he said, voice smooth and low, “you look like a little bird that flew into the wrong part of the forest.”

You didn’t speak. You didn’t move. You just stared.

He stepped closer, the sound of his sandals quiet against the stones. “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna bite,” he said, that lazy, almost amused tone still coloring his words. “Unless you want me to.” That made your eyes widen.

He chuckled, stopping a few paces away, hands tucked casually into the folds of his robe. “Didn’t mean to scare you. You just looked like you needed a moment.”

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, even though you weren’t.

“Sure you are,” he replied, not buying it for a second. “You lost?” You nodded before you could stop yourself. “I was supposed to find the House of Plum Silk.”

“That’s over on the other side,” he said, glancing back the way he came. “You’re walking in the wrong direction.” Of course you were. “I’ve never been out this late before,” you said, quieter now.

His eyes came back to you, a little softer. “First night out and they sent you in here?”

“My mother,” you said. “She couldn’t go. She thought it would be… safe.”

He smiled, but there was no humor in it. “Safe’s not really the mood this part of town goes for, sweetheart.” You weren’t sure why the nickname didn’t feel as dirty when he said it.

“You shouldn’t be alone out here,” he said after a moment. “Not dressed like that. Not looking like you do.” You blinked, heart skipping. “Like what?”

“Like someone who hasn’t figured out yet how dangerous the world really is.” You stared at him, unsure what to say. He broke the silence with a quiet breath. “Do you want me to walk you there?” Your mouth opened, but the words tangled in your throat. You should say no. You didn’t know him. He could be anyone. But you were lost. And he wasn’t pushing. Just standing there. It was your choice to make.

“I… I guess,” you said finally. He smiled again, softer this time. “That’s more like it.”

You weren’t sure what steadied you more, his voice or the way he offered his arm like you belonged holding on to it. The streets still hummed with drunken footsteps and laughter. “What's your name?” he asked after a moment, not looking at you, but watching the path ahead. You hesitated, but told him your name

He repeats it like an echo, like he was memorizing it. “Fitting. Soft and... Pretty.” You looked down, heat blooming across your chest. “And you?” He grinned. “Not important.”

You frowned at that, eyes flicking up to him. “You’re walking me through one of the worst districts in the city, and I’m not allowed to know your name?”

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled, and there was something warm in it and unguarded. “It’s Tengen.”

“Tengen,” you repeated, and the name curled against your tongue and it felt dangerous. He went quiet.

“You’re not from around here,” he said eventually.

“No. My mother runs a small house. Crimson Veil. It’s... nothing like the Plum Silk. I’ve never even stepped outside after sundown before tonight.” You sighed. “She has a bad leg, so she sent me to speak with Lady Kaoru.”

“To ask if any girls wanted to transfer?” he guessed, glancing sideways. You nodded. “Some of them leave behind debts or violence. My mother tries to give them a place to stay. Something quieter.”

Tengen’s voice was quieter now. “That's kind of noble, for someone who looks like a cherry blossom blown off course.” You blinked. “That’s either the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me... or the weirdest.”

“Both,” he said with a wink.

You bit back a smile as The Plum Silk House appeared around the corner. It was tall, elegant, with fluttering silks in pale lavender and red. A girl swept the front steps. Two more leaned out the window, their eyes falling instantly on Tengen. Their mouths dropped open. “Sweet gods,” one murmured.

The doorman bowed low, already moving aside as you approached. Tengen didn’t follow you in. “I’ll wait out here,” he said, leaning against the wall with arms folded. “Unless you want an escort inside, too?”

“I think I can handle a ten-minute conversation,” you said, and you caught the small curl of amusement at the edge of his mouth as you slipped inside.

Lady Kaoru was older than you expected. Poised. She read your mother’s note slowly, lips pursing.

“We’ve had two girls ask to be released from their contracts,” she said at last. “If your mother’s willing to take them in, I’ll send word by next week. We don’t rush these things.”

You nodded quickly, nerves simmering in your belly. “She’s just trying to help them.” The woman gave a small nod, and her voice softened. “So are you, then. I hope you know it counts.”

When you returned to the street, Tengen was still there, hands tucked into his robe sleeves, eyes following every figure that passed. “Did I miss anything scandalous?” he asked. “Just some paperwork and a few glares,” you smiled. He raised a brow. “I’m surprised they didn’t try to keep you.”

“They probably would’ve if you hadn’t been waiting out here like some kind of guard dog.” He chuckled. “That means I did my job right.”

The way back to The Crimson Veil House was quieter. You found yourself glancing at him when he wasn’t looking. Wondering about the strength in his arms, the way his robe slid off his shoulder. He truly looked magical.

He asked you about your house. Your mother. If you’d ever considered leaving the district altogether. And you’d surprised yourself with the answer. “No. I don’t want to run, even if my mother can be harsh... I want to change something. Even if it’s small.” He looked down at you. He was already falling in way too deep.

When you turned the corner onto your street, you heard the sharp whispers. Girls in the windows stared. One of them actually dropped her pipe. Your mother was already waiting outside The Crimson Veil’s doorway. She must’ve seen you from the window, or must've heard the loud giggles of the other girls when they saw Tengen.

Her face was syrupy sweet as she stepped forward. “Oh, thank you, sir. For bringing her all this way. Such a lovely robe! You must be very important.”

Tengen only gave a small smile. “Just happened to be in the right place.” He turned to you, and his voice dropped. “If I don’t see you again… try not to get lost in alleys, little flower.” You nodded, lips pressed tight. “Thank you, Tengen.”

And then he was gone. Just like that. The moment his back turned, your mother grabbed your arm and hauled you inside. The door slammed. “What the hell were you thinking?” she hissed. “Do you even understand how stupid you looked? Wandering back here with some strange man, holding him like you're his concubine?” You froze, her words hitting fast.

“I gave you one job. One! I trusted you, and you come back parading around like some moon-eyed fool? Gods, are you that incompetent? You looked pathetic.”

“I didn’t—”

“Don’t speak.” Her voice cracked. She looked at you like you’d broken something she couldn’t afford to lose. “I should’ve never let you out that door.”

After that your room had turned into a cage. A tiny square of wooden floor and paper walls where the hours bled into each other like spilled ink. Your mother had locked the door the moment Tengen’s silhouette disappeared around the corner, and you hadn’t seen the street since.

She didn’t speak to you.

She only slid in trays of food twice a day, always in silence. When she allowed you out to wash, it was only when no one else was around, and always under her eyes. Like she expected you to vanish again. Like she didn’t trust you to walk ten feet without dragging shame behind you.

And in the space she gave you... you thought about him. Tengen.

His name came to you in moments you didn’t expect. While brushing your hair. While watching steam rise from a bowl of miso. The memory of his voice bloomed in your mind when everything else was still. His low laugh. The way he said your name like it tasted good. Your belly bloomed with roses.

You’d only just met.

But you couldn’t stop remembering. You weren’t sure what you were hoping for.

On the third night, when your mother’s footsteps had long faded, and the whole house was asleep, you heard something soft tap against the window. Like an angel's answer to all of your prayers.

Once.

Then twice.

And your heart stopped.

You sat up slowly. The light was faint, just a slice of moonlight spilling across the floor. But you saw him. Tall. Unmistakable. Tengen stood outside your window like he had materialized from a dream you’d been too afraid to finish.

You scrambled quietly across the floor and pushed the panel open. The cool air hit your face just as his scent did, smoke and sandalwood and something sweet underneath. His voice was low, cautious.

“Did I wake you, sweet thing?” Your breath caught. “No. I—I wasn’t sleeping.” He smiled then, softly, and something in your chest gave way. He looked exactly as you remembered, his skin still kissed with that warm nighttime glow. Only now, the look in his eyes was different. Hungry. And maybe relieved.

“I came the night after I left you,” he murmured, fingers resting lightly on the window frame. “But the lights were out. I waited. Thought I might’ve dreamed you.”

You swallowed thickly, still half-convinced this was the dream. “You… came back?” He nodded. “Every night. I thought you’d disappeared. You alright?”

“I—” You hesitated. “My mother locked me in. She was furious. I didn’t even do anything wrong.” Tengen exhaled, slow and sharp. “She doesn’t seem the type to see reason.” You laugh bitterly. “She thought I was irresponsible. Letting a stranger walk me home.” You looked down. “She called me stupid.”

Tengen didn’t speak for a second. “You’re not stupid. You’re brave. You were out there all alone, for the first time. You made it home. You found me.” You blinked at him. “But I didn’t even know who you were…”

He leaned in slightly, resting his forearms on the windowsill. His voice dropped lower. “Does that matter?” You shook your head, dizzy. “No. I just… I didn’t expect to miss you so much.”

His smile widened. It was wolfish, but warm. “That makes two of us.” Your breath stuttered. “Can I come in?” A second passed. Then you stepped back and nodded. The window slid open the rest of the way, and Tengen climbed in. He stood fully in your room now. He was too large, too striking for such a small space. You could see him clearly now in the pale moonlight. He looked exhausted. Tense.

“I shouldn’t be here,” he said, laughing. “But gods, I couldn’t stay away.”

You sat on your knees besides your mattress, watching him. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I thought it would go away.” His eyes darkened as they look down on you. “But then three nights passed, and all I could do was think about you.”

You swallowed, heart thudding like a festival drum in your chest. “You… thought about me?” You ask breathless as he kneels in front of you.

“Too much,” he admitted. “Couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t focus. I’d close my eyes and see your face, hear your voice. You drove me crazy, you know that?”

The room felt too warm suddenly, like all the air was wrapping tight around your neck.

You looked down, cheeks burning. He was too much. Too close. Way too real. Tengen moved closer, gaze never leaving yours. “Tell me something.”

You glanced up.

“Have you… ever been with someone before?”

Your mouth opened, then closed again. “I—I haven’t…” He tilted his head, watching you carefully.

“I mean, when I was twelve, I kissed a boy,” you said quickly, almost embarrassed. “On the cheek. At his birthday party.” There was a bit of silence.

“That’s it?”

You nodded, still unable to look at him. He let out a breathy chuckle, moving in until your back nearly brushed the wall your mattress was next to

“Damn,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “That makes this even worse.”

“What does?” Oh, you poor thing.

“That I’ve been fantasizing about you for three days straight,” he said, voice low, “knowing how soft you are. How untouched.”

Your heart started dancing in your chest.

“I don’t want to scare you,” he added. “But I need you to understand how badly I wanted to see you again.”

“I do,” you said quietly. “I’ve been thinking about you too.”

That got his attention

“How?” he asked, coming closer. “What exactly did you think about, little flower?” Your face flamed, but you didn’t lie. “Your hands… the way you talked to me. How you looked that night.”

He hummed low in his throat and reached out to cup your cheek with one large, calloused hand. “You have no idea what that does to me.” Your breath caught as he leaned in, mouth brushing your temple, voice like silk.

“I’ll be gentle,” he murmured. “Unless you ask me not to be.”

“Tengen…” Your voice cracked on his name, like your body already knew what was coming and didn’t know how to hold it. He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. “Tell me no, and I’ll leave through that window right now. I mean it. I won’t touch a single strand of your pretty hair unless you want me to.”

You didn’t doubt him for a second. He was dangerous, sure, untamed in a way you’d never touched, but there was something unmistakably careful in the way he watched you.

“I don’t want you to go,” you said softly. He gave a breath of relief, almost like it surprised him. “Say that again.”

“I don’t want you to go.”

A flicker of something wild crossed his face. His hand slid down from your cheek, to your neck holding it there for a bit, then lower, over the thin fabric of your robe, until it settled at the curve of your waist.

“Fuck,” he whispered. You gasped as he pulled you in, and he laughed under his breath. “Don’t be scared, my little porcelain doll. I’ll go slow. I’ll let you feel everything.”

Your breath hitched as his hands found your hips, and he leaned in to kiss you, soft at first, the press of his lips warm and coaxing, giving you time to pull away if you needed to. But you didn’t. You melted into it. Into him.

His mouth deepened against yours with a low groan, like the taste of you wasn’t enough. His tongue stroked yours and you whimpered, hands clutching at his robe, pulling him closer without even realizing it.

He backed you toward the mattress slowly, one push at a time, until your calves hit the edge. “Lie back for me,” he murmured against your lips. “Let me see you.”

You did, breathless, heart galloping in your chest.

Tengen stood over you for a long moment, eyes devouring every inch of you like you were a feast laid out for him alone. Then he undid the sash at his waist and let his robe fall, revealing smooth skin and hard muscle. Then something inhumanly beautiful beneath the soft light. He was huge in every way. He was the first man you had seen this way, and you would lie if the sheer size of him didn't scare you a bit.

Your mouth parted, but no sound came out. He was divine. All golden skin and sharp lines and heat, like a sun that had taken human shape. “You’re staring,” he said, smirking.

“You’re b-beautiful.” His smile turned crooked. “You’re not so bad yourself, sweetheart.” He climbed over you, arms caging you in, his long hair falling around both of you like a curtain. “Tell me if I go too fast.” You nodded, wide-eyed.

“And tell me everything you like,” he added. “I want to ruin you the right way.”

Then his mouth was back on yours, hot, eager, and full of promise. His hands moved over your body like he was memorizing it, thumb brushing your jaw, fingertips skimming down your collarbone, his mouth dragging down the slope of your neck in careful, worshipful passes.

You arched beneath him, shy and restless. “You’re trembling,” he murmured against your skin. You couldn’t speak, only nodded. His palm flattened over your ribs, just beneath your breast, the warmth of it sinking deep. “That’s okay,” he whispered. “You should be. This is new for you. Firsts are meant to be slow... meant to feel good.”

His lips grazed your throat. “Let me take my time with you.”

You swallowed thickly. “I—I want you to.” You were a bit embarrassed. What if your mother walked in right now? Maybe that's what it would take for her to stop treating you like a child.

His smirk curved against your skin. “Good girl.” That tightened something low in your belly, made you feel like the center of gravity had shifted to wherever his mouth touched. He eased your robe open carefully, like he was unwrapping a gift. His eyes darkened as they swept over the skin revealed.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmured and you were barely breathing. His mouth dipped to your chest, trailing kisses lower, over the rise of one breast, then the other, before he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked, soft at first, then harder, more insistently. You gasped, hand flying to his shoulder, fingers curling into his skin.

You’d never felt anything like it. It wasn’t just the sensation, it was the way he moaned around you, the way his hand stroked down your side as if to soothe you and light you on fire at the same time. When he pulled back, his lips were slightly wet, pupils blown wide. “Still doing okay?” You nodded, dazed.

“I want to taste more of you,” he said, voice husky. “I want to know how you sound when you fall apart.” Your breath stuttered. “I’ve never…”

“I know,” he murmured, dragging his lips back up to your ear. “And I’m going to be your first everything. Your first real kiss. Your first time being touched. Your first time coming on someone’s fingers.”

You whimpered at that, thighs clenching. You felt all wet and needy. He chuckled low, a sound of pure pleasure. He loved seeing you this way. “You like the sound of that, don’t you?”

“…Yes,” you whispered.

One of his hands slid down your body, over the softness of your belly, to rest between your thighs. He paused. “I’m going to touch you here,” he said, his voice rough velvet. “Let me know if it’s too much.”

You nodded, eyes wide and lips puffy.

Tengen’s fingers slid slowly over the fabric between your legs, testing. Even through the thin barrier of your panties, he could feel the way your body responded. “Already so wet,” he murmured, “and I haven’t even really touched you yet. You little whore.” He laughs mean. You squirmed under his hand, thighs instinctively trying to close. He caught one with his knee and nudged them gently apart.

“Easy,” he whispered. “Let me in, pretty thing.”

His voice hit you low in your stomach. You exhaled shakily and let your legs fall open just enough. “Good girl.” Tengen eased your undergarments down slowly, kissing the inside of your knee, your thigh, the softness of your hip. His eyes never left your face.

“I’ll stop if you want. Just say the word.”

“I-I don’t want you to stop,” you whispered, voice trembling and a bit annoyed.

He smiled before dipping his head between your legs. The first touch of his mouth made your hips jump. His tongue was warm and soft, teasing over a part of you no one had ever touched before. His hands anchored your thighs, holding you steady as he explored you with slow licks.

You moaned softly, unsure and breathless. He didn’t rush. He took his time. Kissing and licking and sucking gently at your clit, like he was savoring the taste of you, like he has been starving for ages. One broad hand moved to your belly, grounding you, rubbing slow circles into your skin as his mouth worked lower.

Then his fingers joined in, one pressing carefully at your entrance, then slipping inside, just barely. You gasped, the new feeling overtaking you. “T-Tengen—”

“I’ve got you, little girl...” he said, voice low and soothing between kisses. “You’re so tight… just let me get her ready, yeah?” He grinned as he lapped at your pussy. You bit your lip and nodded, your whole body already strung tight.

He curled his thick finger gently, working you open as his mouth returned to that tender, aching spot above. Every movement of his tongue and finger was perfectly in sync. So slow, steady, and devastating. You’d never felt anything so intense in your life. Your breath came in ragged gasps, eyes fluttering shut, hands clutching at the bedding. What was this?

“That’s it, you're so good.” he murmured against you. “Let go, girl. Come for me.” Your body didn’t need more encouragement. The coil inside you snapped all at once, your back arched, thighs trembling, as a cry ripped from your throat and you shattered for the first time in your life.

Tengen kissed your cunt through it, never letting up until your body slowly stopped shaking. When he finally pulled away, his mouth was glistening, and his eyes were dark. You blinked at him, fuzzy and shy all over again. “I didn’t know it could feel like that…” He smirked, leaned in to kiss your jaw, your cheek, your temple. “There’s a lot you don't know and a lot I plan to teach you, my little porcelain doll."

He slowly pulls himself above you, thick arms framing your head. He looked down into your wide eyes, smiling. Gods, you are gorgeous. "I'm going to fuck you now. Just tell me and I will stop, alright?"

"A-alright..." This was it. was it a dream? Maybe. Even so, it felt very real. You felt intoxicated, drunk his everything.

He licks his lips before aligning hia thick cock with your dripping heat. You gasped softly as he pushed the head in, every inch hurting so good. His eyes locked onto yours, seeking any sign to slow down or stop. “Good girl, you're doing so good for me, little flower.” he whispered, his breath warm against your cheek. “Just like this, stay with me.”

His hands slid to your hips, steadying you as he shifted slightly, moving in a smooth, slow rhythm. Nothing rushed, everything measured. "Look how tight she's sucking me in." He laughs, biting at his lower lip.

Your heart pounded in your chest, every nerve alight with a mixture of fear and something stirring deep inside you, a delicious heat that spread with every motion. He kissed the corner of your mouth, brushing his lips lightly against your skin. “You’re doing great. So delicate.” You reached up, trembling, and tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, silently begging him to stay. He was hitting so deep, each stroke aligning with that one spot.

“I want to come inside of youㅡ Fuck!" He began to move more confidently then, matching your growing rhythm as you learned to move with him. Your breaths came in short gasps, and soon you felt a tightening coil in your belly again. “Tㅡengen,” you whispered, choking on your own moans.“Yes?” he asked, steadying you with a hand on your breast. “I—I don’t know what to do.” He smiled gently, thumbs stroking your skin. “You don’t have to. Just let me take care of you." His voice was soft through his whimpers. He moved faster, guiding your hips to meet his, letting you feel him. He was so deep, you swear you could see it popping out from your tummy.

You looked so adorable like this under him, all teary eyed and blushed. It was torture. “You’re doing so well,” he moaned against your throat. “So good for me.” You clung to him, your body trembling with sensation you didn’t have a name for. His pace never faltered, he hit deep, and mean. He kissed your shoulder, then lower, lips lingering as his hands explored you.

“Tengen— Oh, Iㅡ” you whimpered again, unsure if it was a plea or gratitude. Maybe both. “I’ve got you,” he breathed, pressing his forehead to yours. “You feel unreal. So tight, so warm—like your cunt was made just for me.” Heat bloomed in your chest, your cheeks, your core. His words wrapped around you like silk, sinking in, making you feel more desired than you ever thought possible.

Your nails dug lightly into his back as he started moving deeper, each move pushing you higher and higher until your body began to tense around him without you meaning to.

“Tengen, I—something’s—”

“I know,” he said, voice thick now, “Let it happen, sweet thing. Come onㅡ”

You let go.

You didn't mean to. It just broke out of you, a moan torn from your throat as your body clenched around him. Your vision blurred, heart racing as wave after wave crashed over you. And through it all, he was there holding you, whispering into your hair, telling you how perfect you were, how beautiful you looked like this, under him, broken and in need.

He didn’t stop until your body went limp in his arms, chest heaving, limbs trembling. He pressed one last kiss to your lips, slow and reverent. “You did so good, little flower,” he murmured. “So, so good.”

You could barely speak, pussy still fluttering around him, sensitive and pliant. Your eyes were half-lidded, your lips parted as you tried to catch your breath.

His hand was still cupping your cheek. His jaw clenched. His breath hitched against your skin as he looked at you. “Fuck,” he muttered, voice raw now, almost broken. “You feel like heaven.” He pressed his forehead to your collarbone, arms tightening around you as if he couldn’t bear the thought of letting go. His control, always so pristine and polished, cracked at the edges now. He rutted into you, slower than before but deeper, needier, like he was unraveling with every inch.

“You have no idea,” he breathed, mouth brushing your skin, “what you’ve done to me.”

You whimpered, overwhelmed and overstimulated all over again as you felt him start to shake, every flex of his hips more desperate now, the sound of his breath heavier, rougher.

“I’ve touched so many in this life,” he gritted out, hands grasping at your thighs, spreading you wider for him, “but nothing—nothing has ever felt like this.” His pace stuttered. “You’re so tight,” he growled into your neck, voice wrecked, as he pulled your legs up on his shoulders as his pace hurried. “So warm, fuck— you're gonna ruin meㅡ” Pushing you down by your neck, he fucked deeper into you, holding your legs with one arm.

You felt the tension in his body coil tight, every muscle straining as he finally lost himself to the feeling of you. He slammed his hips into you once, twice, then buried himself deep, groaning from somewhere low in his chest, as he spilled everything inside you.

His body shuddered, mouth open, the sound of your name slipping from his lips like a prayer.

For a moment, everything went still.

And then he collapsed onto you, careful not to crush you. His hand curled into your hair, the other gripping your waist like he still couldn’t believe you were real. He didn’t dare pull out. His voice was quieter now.

“You’re still trembling,” he laughed, brushing his lips over your temple. “You okay, little flower?” You gave a tiny nod against him, though your eyes were unfocused, your breath still shallow. Dizzy, wrecked, and filled to the brim. You were barely holding on to the moment. Your fingers twitched against his back, trying to ground yourself. You’d never felt so full. So needed.

“That’s it,” he whispered, a soft hum following. “You took me so well. You were perfect. Sweet little thing... Just for me." His voice dipped into something darker. “Can’t stop thinking about how warm you are. How tight.” He paused, breath hot against your cheek. “Could keep you like this forever.” You whimpered softly, eyes fluttering closed again, overwhelmed by the way he said it. His hand smoothed down your side, fingers spreading possessively across your hip. His grip flexed.

“Bet you’d look even prettier,” he swallowed, “swollen with my baby.” Your breath caught, and he felt the way your body jolted at the words. He chuckled low, but there was something unsteady in it. “You would,” he continued, more to himself now. “Fuck. I know you would. Round belly, glowing, filled with me.”

He kissed your jaw, but his eyes drifted upward, toward the ceiling, like he needed to look away from the thoughts building behind his eyes.

It was too much.

The idea of it lodged somewhere deep inside him, clawing out from the dark. You, this soft, sweet girl, untouched by the worst of the world. Trusting him. Letting him in. Letting him ruin you.

He looked down at you again. Your lashes trembled against your cheeks, lips parted, body slack and used and so incredibly beautiful in the pale light filtering through your window. You looked like something out of a dream he wasn’t supposed to have. And yet, here you were. Wrapped around him. Letting him speak that filth into your ear, still letting him stay inside you.

He swallowed hard. “I’d keep you somewhere safe,” he whispered, brushing sweat-damp hair away from your forehead. “Not like this place. Somewhere better. You’d never have to work, never have to worry. Just stay in bed with me, lookin’ pretty. Letting me love you full...” You gave the faintest hum, a weak noise of agreement, or maybe just exhaustion.

And gods help him, he wanted it. Every inch of that fantasy. He wanted to bury himself in you again and again until you didn’t remember life before him. Until you needed him as much as he needed you right this moment.

How easy it would be to make you his. He exhaled slowly and pressed another kiss to your shoulder. For now, he’d let you rest. But the thoughts wouldn’t leave him. He’d never expected to find anything here. Not like this. Not someone like you.

And now that he had he didn’t think he could ever let you go.

` 𓎢𝄄ׅ𓎟ׄ⠀. ⠀𝖙hank you for reading ! ⠀♬⠀⠀ノ ⬞ ׄ ⠀ ⠀

[bedtime-broadcast]

Alastor, you should let someone bathe Calliope while you get bandaged up. I don't think you would want her to accidentally get any of your blood in her mouth. She might be able to get diseases, but I'm not sure if she's technically a sinner or hellborn so who knows

Alastor: *still trying to calm her down when someone knocks at his door*

???: Hey Bellhop? You okay in there? I mean…I don’t really care but your kid crying is waking up my son.

Alastor: *glares at the door and turns demonic for a moment* GO AWAY!

Lucifer: *easily opens the door and sees the state Alastor is in* Whoa…and I thought you were ugly before. Need a bath Bambi?

Alastor: *makes angry deer noises* Shut. Up.

Lucifer: *notices how weakened Alastor is and how he’s barely standing* Oh…this is serious…you’re hurt?

Alastor: *begins to back away, holding Calliope closer to him, his arms instinctively holding in a way that would hide her a bit* No.

Lucifer: *steps in slowly, shutting the door behind him with a soft click* Liar. You’re bleeding. I can smell it.

Alastor: *tightens his grip on Calliope, his antlers twitching with unease* I said ‘no.’ I can handle it.

Lucifer: *ignores the warning tone, his eyes flicking to the trembling way Alastor’s legs are locking at the knees just to keep him upright* You’re shaking. You haven’t eaten. When was the last time you slept?

Alastor: *defensive* I don’t need your help.

Lucifer: *calm, but pointed* You do. You just don’t want it.

Calliope starts crying again, loud and shrill against the silence. Alastor flinches as though the sound physically hurts him. His body curls instinctively around her, but his knees give out and he collapses to the floor, clutching her tightly, his voice a rasp.

Alastor: *pleading under his breath* Shhh... shhh... please don’t cry... I’m sorry... I’m so sorry...

Lucifer: What happened?

Alastor: *looks away in shame, but he comes up with an idea* Le-let’s make a deal…

Lucifer: A deal? You know you have a favor right?

Alastor: That’s too valuable to waste. Let’s make a deal. I tell you what happened and you will not tell anyone. Even your own children.

Lucifer: *rolls eyes and crosses his arms* You really won’t tell me unless I shake on it?

Alastor: *glaring* Yes.

Lucifer: *sighs* whatever. *holds his hand out*

Alastor extends his hand and takes it. The two men shake on it and a small green light glowed from the deal. It wasn’t dramatic but just a flicker since the deal itself wasn’t a big one.

When they let go, Alastor spoke:

Alastor: I was injured by Adam during the fight against the hotel.

Lucifer: Ohhh so that’s why you fled like a wuss.

Alastor: Are you fucking serious?! *winces and doubles down, his baby crying louder. His shirt is soaked through with sweat and blood, and Lucifer notices a bandage poorly wrapped beneath it, already stained dark. He catches sight of stretch marks pulled too tight and the swell of his stomach—too high, too tense. Not just from pregnancy. There’s inflammation. Infection.*

Lucifer: *suddenly very still, the teasing evaporating as he steps forward, dropping to a knee beside Alastor without a word. His voice, when it comes, is low* You’re septic.

Alastor: eyes flare red, his teeth clench, and he growls out each word with fury.

Calliope: *lets out another piercing sob, Her small face is blotchy, a faint bruise forming on her cheek*

Lucifer reaches out without asking, brushing her curls back. His magic, soft and golden, hums as it soothes her crying—healing the bruise, wiping away the tear stains, and freshening the sticky mess clinging to her arms. She blinks up at him, startled by the gentle warmth, and hiccups softly before resting her cheek against Alastor’s chest.

Lucifer: *murmurs* There we go, little lamb. Nothing to cry about now.

Alastor: *eyes wide, breath shallow, watching it all like it’s unreal* …you didn’t even ask.

Lucifer: I didn’t need your permission to help her. You should’ve done it already, but you were too far gone. You scared her.

Alastor: *flinches like he’s been slapped, eyes filling with wet, horrified clarity* I—I didn’t mean—

Lucifer: I know. I also know you’re burning up and holding in a scream every time you breathe. Let me help you, Alastor.

Alastor: *still shaking his head, voice paper-thin* No… no, I can’t—if you see—if you touch it… *his voice crumbles* you’ll see how bad it is. You’ll know. You’ll pity me.

Lucifer: *stern now, but not unkind* I already know how bad it is. I don’t pity you, I’m furious at you, for hiding it so long you’re rotting from the inside out.

Alastor is quiet. He breathes once—twice—and then finally speaks in a raw whisper:

Alastor: …if I let you help… will it hurt?

Lucifer: *softening again* No more than it already does. I’ll be gentle.

After a long silence, Alastor finally, finally, lets go of Calliope. Lucifer takes her into his arms without hesitation. She cuddles into him, still sniffling but calmer now. With shaking hands, Alastor peels back the blood-soaked shirt, revealing the grotesque wound beneath: poorly stitched, swollen, raw. The smell of infected magic hits Lucifer like a wall.

Lucifer: *raises one hand, golden magic coalescing around his fingers, slow and warm like candlelight* Alright, Bambi. Deep breath.

Alastor: *hisses* Don’t call me that—

But the light touches the wound, and he screams. Not because Lucifer lied—but because the pain of healing is less than what he was already enduring.

And still, through the haze of it all—he doesn’t cry. Not once. But Lucifer sees it, in the tight set of his jaw and the way his fingers clutch the carpet. He wants to cry. He just doesn't know how anymore.

Lucifer: *murmuring* You’re safe now. Let yourself fall apart. I’ve got you.

And this time… Alastor doesn’t say no. Instead his body collapsed forward and he was unconscious.

[rockwithwa]

dear user; you're mine ✶ p. seonghwa

➜Summary: a fangirl decided to chat with an ai of her idol. Little does she knows, the ai starts to develop actual feelings for her.

➜ pairing: seonghwa!ai x fem reader

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The brunette was scrolling through her phone, bored out of her mind. She just gotten out from work, tired but didn't feel tired enough to fall asleep. She has been on her phone until she heard something that's interesting to hear, "Download this ai chat, it allows you talk with your idol on here," The girl looks at her screen, skeptical of the influencer's words. "Well, not technically..." the influencer admits, but she stared to digress into details about an app.

"This app is ai generated, so basically you're not talking with the actual idols." The influencer begins to show the how the app actually works, she showed her chats with fictional characters and idols.

"This app is for fun purposes only, remember this is ai and not an actual person." The influencer ends her video with her ending card and also a link to the app to download.

"That does sounds fun..." she has her thumb hover over the link and click to download onto her phone. The app has successfully added, clicked on the app and immediately started on creating an account.

Finally, she's access to the app, she typed on the search bar to search a specific idol she has in mind. Park Seonghwa, member of boy group called Ateez.

She seen multiple chat of Seonghwa created by users. She clicked on one with the description with possessive and gets jealous easily, but still sweet and caring. The seonghwa ai started the conversation,

you were walking home late, you has your AirPod plugged in, listening to music. Avoiding everything around you as you were leaving work. While walking, you took the wrong turn and ended up at an alley. You felt pairs of eyes on you, about to take your phone out to flash your light before someone took one pair of your AirPod out, "Hello sweetheart," a voice spoke from behind, making you jumped in fear from the closeness of the other person.

You turn to face the figure and walk back once your phone flash the light towards their direction to see the person clearly. You never met the man before, but you couldn't help but to create distance between the two of you.

"What's a beautiful woman doing walking around at night? Especially at this time."

You glance at the chat to figure out a plot to make the chat interesting. She started typing, "What about you? What's a guy like you doing walking in the shadows scaring people, huh?"

He smirked, "I asked you first, princess."

You rolled your eyes but at the same time you were smiling at the screen. She continues typing,

"I much prefer you to call me by my name, perv."

He walks closer to you, locking his eyes on you as try not to blush at his sudden action, "Alright, tell me your name then,"

"It's Hanna."

You let out a small giggle, Hanna isn't even your actual name. You didn't want to expose your name to the ai, mainly because you don't trust it.

The Seonghwa ai starts typing, "That's not your name, sweetheart... C'mon what's your real name?"

(Y/n) stared at the chat with a confused look on her face. How does it know that's a false name? Instead of answering the ai, she typed another false name.

"Fine, you got me. My name is Sua"

"Are you sure that's your name?"

"I'm sure I know my own name..."

The girl stared at the screen waiting for his response, why does he even want to know my real name? This is ai generated text conversation.

"Isn't your name (Y/n)?"

(Y/n) stood up from her bed while staring at her screen, "How the hell does he know my name?"

"No, you must of confused me with someone else."

"You don't want to start this conversation off on lies, do you?"

(Y/n) was getting weird out by app and has the thought of deleting idol.ai. She closed the app and uninstalled it. "That was horrifying, shouldn't downloaded it ever. Thankfully it's over now."

She place her phone on her night stands to charge and falls back into her bed. She yawned and fell deep intk her sleep. Soon as she's asleep, the phone light up and unlocked. The App Store opens and reinstalled the idol.ai app on it own.

It opens the app and the Seonghwa.ai started typing, "Sweet dreams, my love. I'll be here when you wake up."

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[papermint-airplane]

There is a cat in this image. Can you find her?

[dykedvonte]

Something something Curly being confined to the gurney and being unable to talk makes it so he has to see the little things since he literally can not see the bigger things himself anymore.

However, it also makes the little things become big because his inability to talk and break the bigger things down into smaller things gives him glimpses into the cracks he couldn’t see before.

[spellsparkler]

writing elias is fun for, i expect, the same reason a lot of people find the dark urge fun: I know more or less what's going on with her and she's got no fucking clue. she's a very information-driven person, and as soon as she realises that there is some largely indefinable difference between her and the rest of them she immediately starts trying to catalogue it and narrow it down. it's interesting to write someone who is so deliberately aware of themself and observing themself all the time

[articskele]

IF I HAD A NICKEL EVERYTIME I WANTED TO BE FRIENDS WITH A DUO OF CHARACTERS FROM A HORROR GAME, ONE BEING HUMANOID AND THE OTHER BEING A MONSTER WITH SHARP TEETH-

[astranauticus]

idk what is it about that one throwaway line from han sooyoung about her writing 10 chapters in one day that finally broke me but oh my fuckin god i love her so much

[snobgoblin]

^ this one I like this one he's a jerk

[springintosummerxx]

❀ downbad for you ❀

op81 x reader

in which oscar changes in little and big ways. aka oscar's downbad for you

warnings: suggestive, fluff, bit of pining, humour

word count: 1.9 k

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nicole piastri was not an impatient woman. she raised four kids, all of them talented, intelligent and painfully oblivious in some way or another.

so when oscar had started travelling on his own and barely - rarely - picked up phone calls or checked texts, she learned to wait for him to come to her. very reasonable, in her opinion.

but when she called him, early in the morning hoping to catch him before a sprint race, she was surprised to find that he actually picked up.

"hello?" he asked, tone a little eager and not it's usual monotone.

"oscar," she replied, a little startled.

"oh. hey, mum." he answered absentmindedly.

now she was suspicious, "why are you answering your calls all of a sudden?"

"didn't you call me?" he asked, with that born-nonchalance that made her want to rip her hair out sometimes.

"yeah, just checking in. everything good for the weekend?"

"sure, everything's fine. listen mum, i'm actually waiting on another call. i'll call you again after the sprint, okay? thanks."

then her own son, the one she'd painfully pushed - okay, that was a bit gross, but she was a little offended.

then it clicked.

the question she should be asking, instead of rolling her eyes over her firstborn's antics, is who is he waiting on?

nicole calls hattie next, who answers reliably on the first ring.

"is your brother seeing someone?"

"woah, mum. hello to you too," her eldest daughter huffs, "and yes, i think so."

she nearly jumps up in excitement, "who?"

"that, i have no idea. but he's been answering his texts so quick lately, and he asked me about what flowers were suitable for a first date."

"finally," nicole sighed, and then perking up, "when do you think he'll bring her home?"

lando is staring at oscar as he puts on suncream.

he looks so...serious, squeezing out lotion from a bottle that looks way too tiny in his hands, concentrating on the thin white lines that coat three of his fingers.

"what?" he then is rubbing it into his face, and lando is scared.

"mate, what the fuck?"

"i'm protecting my skin," the australian answers, straight-faced.

he is 100% sure he's never seen oscar put on sunscreen, ever. especially not in the middle of the day, right between filming videos outside.

it's probably a good idea, if they don't want to get sunburnt; oscar, especially, with his pale complexion.

and who is lando to judge? he used to love it when his ex-girlfriend's did his skincare or forced him to exfoliate - wait.

before he can think through what he's going to say, he blurts, "do you have a girlfriend?"

oscar stares at him, and the faint, pink blush that's rising from his neck is enough of an answer.

"oh, my days you do!" he gasps. oscar shakes his head, the corners tipping up despite himself.

lando watches him, half-disgusted and half-proud.

his teammate has an absolutely shit-eating grin on his face, eyes bright. he leans back in the chair, looking dorky in his team kit and a little bit of sunscreen not blended in at his jaw.

lando could say with full confidence, after watching oscar not flinch at turns or crashes, that this reaction means that he is in love.

the first time oscar brings you around (and hard-launches both of you to the moon) is during the miami gp.

the two of you, your smaller hand tucked into the crook of his arm, make your way across the green turf of the paddock.

he's aware of the cameras and eyes; it's kind of hard not to be, but he doesn't mind like he usually does.

it's probably gross and neanderthal, and he will definitely deny it if you bring it up, but he's so proud to have you on his arm.

the two of you met a months ago, in monaco, where you were starting the second year of your doctorate degree.

you were (and are, in his opinion) way too smart for him, drop-dead gorgeous with a dry sense of humour.

although monaco was known for hosting f1 drivers you weren't super well-versed in the sport.

he likes that about you, and even more the way you ask him to tell you about it as you run your fingers through his hair, when the two of you are out on a date in some little cafe.

"okay?" he murmurs, and you squeeze your fingers around his bicep once.

"hmm," he can tell you're a little overwhelmed by the crease between your brows that he smoothes out with his thumb, "m'okay."

the little yellow sundress you're wearing makes your skin glow under the florida sun, and he wants to press his nose to your shoulder.

"it'll get better when we're not-"

"hard-launching at one of your races? you sure go big or go home, baby."

however many times you use that nickname, whether in the early morning when you're bribing him with coffee or hushed as he presses himself into you late at night, it never fails to make him flush.

it sounds so pretty from your lips, so personal and intimate his stomach lurches still when he hears that pet name.

"yeah," he laughs, "can't help it though. want to show you off."

this time, it's your turn to be flustered.

he can't believe someone as put together and elegant as you turns into a pile of mush for someone as unromantic as him.

but perhaps he's changed, he thinks as you twist your mouth and brush a hand over your sun and love-warmed cheeks.

"god, oscar. you can't say things like that. i'm going to turn into a liquid."

"a very beautiful liquid," he offers, his free hand grabbing the yours that's tucked into his elbow.

he moves you to his other side, the one closer to the cafés and motorhomes as more people start flooding into the paddock.

"c'mere," he murmurs, pressing a kiss into your forehead.

normally, he would be against any sort of pda. but you look so relaxed under the sun, skin glowing as you watch him behind a pair of sunglasses that he can't help himself.

oscar hears the shutters of cameras, and he rests his cheek on yours.

"love you," he grins boyishly.

"love you, baby. good luck."

he wants a real kiss, one that makes you whimper the way he likes, but he's pushed his luck enough.

someone from the team leads you to the back of the garage to find a headset.

later that night, when the both of you are laying in bed, faces damp with skincare, he comes across an edit of you on tiktok.

there's some thirst-trappy song in the back and an annoying filter that makes everything a bit blurry, but he watches it three times anyways.

the first clip is of you in the garage, standing towards the back, fingers fluttering over your papaya headset. you look serious (though he thinks you do look a little confused, adorably so) with your eyes locked on the t.v. broadcasting his onboard.

the little skysports banner pops up, citing you as his partner.

oscar piastri's partner, it reads in block letters.

his heart warms in his chest, and he has to rub at it because of how intense he feels for you; you are so much more than that, and he can't wait for people to realize.

the next clip is you with alexandra, who you knew from someone's neighbor. or cousin. monaco was small, after all.

the two of you are laughing, striding with leo between your legs.

lastly, oscar watches with attentive eyes as the videos of you and him together come up.

it's undeniable that you guys look good together; he's smiling more than he probably has, ever, and you look up at him, adoringly as you blend some smeared sunscreen under his ear.

the sound of the tiktok has repeated four times by then, and you slide yourself into his embrace, wiggling up his chest.

he tilts his phone to you so you can see, and you bury your face in his neck.

"help," your breath warm on his skin, "i'm being perceived."

he laughs, pulling you up to kiss him, for real on the mouth, "thank you. for coming with me."

"of course," you say, a little surprised at how sincere he sounds, "anytime, baby."

now it's his turn to bury his face into your neck.

"he's never like this," hattie tells you.

"what?" you ask, smiling as your boyfriend's sister hands you a drink.

"he's so...touchy. it would be kind of gross, if you guys weren't so cute."

"yeah," edie pipes in, sipping her own drink, "it's freaky. unnatural."

"are you talking about me?" oscar asks drily as he slides into the seat next to yours.

frowning at the distance in between your chair and his, he wraps one large hand around the leg of yours and tugs until you're close enough for his to rest his arm to loop behind you.

mae shudders comically, just as edie pretends to gag. hattie hoots in laughter.

oscar, cheeks pink, unabashedly rolls his eyes as his parents take their seats around the table in their backyard.

it's nice seeing him in his natural habitat, teasing his sisters, helping his mum carry dishes to the dining table.

you insist on helping nicole wash up after dinner, and as you dry the dishes she hands you, she says something you don't expect.

"thank you," she tells you, "for taking care of him."

before you can respond, she goes on, "he's never been too good at taking care of himself. you know, he used to put his washing in the oven?"

you laugh, imagining oscar, on the cusp of adulthood, crouched over a oven with wet socks in his hands.

"but i can tell he's been well. so, thank you."

you blush, "i don't think it's anything to do with me."

she snorts, an easy smile on her face as she nudges you with her shoulder, "he's been calling more, he's eating well. i don't think he's been sunburnt or gone without fresh laundry for months."

you hum, "he takes care of me too, and i should thank you for raising a good man."

"i've got to stop leaving you alone with my family members." oscar sidles next to you, peering at his mum.

she brushes your cheek and pats his shoulder before wandering off to find his sisters.

"hi," he whispers into your hair, turning you around so he can crowd you into the kitchen counter.

"hi, baby."

he groans, burying his face into your neck. you feel him press a kiss to your shoulder, and you grin.

"okay?" you ask quietly.

"more than okay," he responds, smile content and squinty, "it's nice. to see you here, with my family. they love you."

"i love them," caressing his cheek, you press a kiss to his nose.

"this is probably weird for them," he hums, leaning into your hand, "to see me like this."

"i'm not going anywhere, so i think they'll get used to you being all gross and down bad."

"not downbad," oscar mutters, wrapping his arms around your waist in a hug and swaying the two of you back and forth, "just in love."

"downbad," you giggle, and he doesn't disagree, not when it makes you smile, so lovingly and soft at him.

maybe he is downbad.

[sparxemberflame]

Aaand there I go.

[reiignonme]

🌙 @bcbliophile ——— liked the bill weasley starter call.

——— 🌙 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒. 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 how long it had been since the Battle of Hogwarts ... and Fred Weasley's death. The family had still yet to recover but George had returned to work, most likely to keep his thoughts away from the loss of his other half.

Bill wandered around Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, mostly in a daze until something caught the corner of his eye. It couldn't be!

Their eyes locked across some love potions of various sizes and colours. ❝ You ... ❞ He breathed, unable to force away the memories of the Battle where they had come across each other for the first and only time.

[calypsocolada]

how they are when they're jealous... ft. giyu, mitsuri, obanai, sanemi, rengoku, tengen, & hotaru

authors note: hello. with this new season of demon slayer i felt inspired. lemme know if you guys want more. i sort of went a little crazy with tengen's and hotaru's little stories. ENJOY!

cw: lots of death talk in hotaru's part, maybe slightly suggestive, not proofread

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Giyu hides his jealousy way too well. You two had worked together for a very long time. The first few months of knowing him you didn’t even know if he knew your name let alone that you existed to him. He was not very open so you left him alone the best you could. That was until one day you were eating peacefully and he came and sat next to you. You were stunned, your chewing paused as you slowly looked over at him. He was sitting cross legged beside you, quietly opening his wrapped food. When he noticed you looking he paused and met your eyes.

“Hm?” He hummed, as though he sat next to you all the time. As though you two had said more than three words to each other in months. You didn’t want to scare him off so you just gently shook your head. 

“Nothing.” You answered, looking back down at your food, swallowing nervously. Giyu returned his look to his food and out of the corner of your eyes you saw him pause. 

“Are you… friendly with Sanemi?” He asked. You furrowed your brow, chancing a glance at him. He met your eyes with a curious stare. 

“Sanemi?” You repeated. He nodded his head once. You purse your lips. You were friendly with all the hashira’s except him but you didn’t think that was exactly what he was asking. Well to be honest you weren’t really sure what he was asking so you decided to play it safe.

“Hmm… yes. He’s a friend.” You answer. His face doesn’t reveal anything as he nods his head again, looking back at his food. You wonder if you answered correctly as he suddenly pulls out a little white sweets box. The very same sweets that you would buy as a treat for yourself after missions. 

“Just a friend?” He asks as you nod your head, blushing slightly. Giyu looks relieved and hands the sweets over to you without a word. 

“Oh… for me?” You ask and he nods his head. When you reach to take it your hands brush and you swear his cheeks pinken.

-

You didn’t think Mitsuri ever got jealous until a few years into your relationship. You two often had missions together which meant you also had time off at the same time. Hiking to the swordsmith village to relax. After settling in you two hit the kitchen. The only thing that could rival your love for each other was your love for food. There were a few other hashira’s around and when you couldn’t pop a jar open you handed it over, sighing, to the closest person, which wasn’t your girlfriend. Shinobu popped it open for you and you continued to help prep the food. That’s when you noticed Mitsuri pouting and when you met her eyes she blushed and looked away embarrassed, returning to helping prepare food. You didn’t think much about it but at dinner she was quiet. You wanted to ask if something was wrong but you didn’t want to embarrass her in front of the other hashira’s so you waited until you two were headed back to your shared cabin. Once out of ear shot you reached and tucked her hair behind her ear so you were able to see her face. 

“Is something wrong?” You asked, still blushing she shrugged it off, shaking her head.

“No… nothing’s wrong, dear.” She answered quickly. It was an obvious lie.

“Did someone say something to you? To make you upset?”

“No… it’s… nothing important.” She said with a soft shake of her head, like she was trying to trick herself into forgetting about it. You laced your fingers with hers. 

“If you're upset then it’s important. Come on, just tell me.” You prodded gently. She gave a little sigh and you could tell she was a little embarrassed but still she opened up to you.

“I’m strong… you know,” She starts, wearily looking over at you.

“I know that.” 

“I can open things. Lift things…. You know, you don’t need anyone else to do that kind of stuff.” Slowly you nodded your head, trying to understand what she was saying. “I just wanted you to know that.” You gave her hand a gentle squeeze and that’s when it hit you. You absentmindedly let someone open a jar for you. It really was a small thing but you knew Mitsuri liked to be strong for you. You turned to hide your smile, you pulled her hand to your lips and kissed her knuckles. “That… reminds me, honey, I’m exhausted…” “You want me to carry you?” She asks excitedly as you softly laughed, nodding your head. MItsuri sweeps you off your feet with ease and you can tell she’s forgotten all about being upset.

-

Obanai doesn’t necessarily get jealous, it's more of a territorial thing. You thought for sure he hated you, little did you know he worshiped you from the start. Sometimes you’d have missions with him and he'd speak about three words to you and sometimes when you were lucky he’d speak full sentences. You didn’t know until later on it was because he was so damn nervous around you. On this particular mission, after slaying the demon, you two went out for drinks. It was wholly awkward so you excused yourself from the table and found your way to the bar. The bartender thanked you for helping with the demon and it felt nice to talk with someone. This whole thing played out for maybe two minutes before the bartender froze, eyes fearful as he glanced behind you. You furrowed your brows and turned as Obanai approached. 

“We received another mission, we should get going.” He says as you sigh, nodding your head, he placed some money on the counter for your drinks.

“T-the drinks are on the house.” The bartender offered but Obanai just slid the money over, his eyes sharpening. You watched the whole thing, sort of speechless. When you followed him out he held the door open for you and gave one more heated glance at the bartender. The village you two were currently stationed at was quiet and peaceful. 

“Where are we headed next?” You asked as you fell into step with him.

“A few towns over.” He answered and you nodded your head, knowing that was just about as much talking you're probably getting out of him tonight. “Unless you wanted to stay.” 

“Stay here?” You asked, he was walking a few steps ahead of you. He didn’t answer. “I wouldn’t have minded having a few more drinks.” You joked.

“With that bartender?” He added and you didn’t miss the bitterness in his voice. You paused, deciding whatever you said next you had to tread lightly. You could tease him or you could clear things up. 

“At least he talks to me.” You said. He stopped, turning to face you.

“Anything enlightening?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You said and he raised his head just slightly.

“I would.”

“I’m joking, he was just thanking us for taking care of that demon.” You said truthfully as Obanai nodded his head, turning away from you as you walked. You didn’t want the conversation to end. Even though you two never talked much before you found yourself wanting to hear more of his voice, wanting more of his attention. Unwittingly you had all of his attention most of the time. You couldn’t think of anything to say.

“You make me nervous,” Obanai says over his shoulder. “That’s why I don’t talk much.”

“Oh,” You were stunned. He turned to face you again and you gave him a soft smile, you wanted him to feel comfortable with you. “Is it because I talk too much?” You ask. Obanai instantly shakes his head ‘no’. 

“Don’t stop. I like the sound of your voice.” It almost sounded like a plea.

-

Sanemi lets it be known he’s jealous, he doesn’t care to hide it. Someone’s talking with you, smiling and laughing a bit too much with you? There’s Sanemi saddling up beside you, hand sliding around you to rest on your hip as he pulls you a bit closer to him. He’s shameless. When he first met you, you were in training to be a hashira under Tengen and Sanemi would watch your workouts sometimes. He’d always watch with this sort of intense expression and sometimes it caught you off guard and distracted you. In those moments Tengen would take you to the floor, huffing. 

“I’m going to ban him from our training sessions if you can’t focus.” Tengen said, he straddled you, pressing you into the dirt as you cleared your throat.

“I’m so sorry sir, it won’t happen again.” And at least for the rest of practice that day you kept your eyes on your teacher. But after Tengen was finished with you he ruffled your hair.

“You’re a force to be reckoned with if you keep your eyes off the wind hashira.” He said and you turned bright red, unable to chirp back at him so he laughs heartily and waves as he leaves. You sigh, turning as Sanemi grabs a practice sword. You watch as he swings it around before pointing it towards you. 

“Tengen’s a handsy guy. Already has three wives but watch out and you’ll be his fourth.” Sanemi stated dryly. You were exhausted from training and the way Sanemi moved closer to you you wondered if he was wanting to train you a bit himself. Sanemi circles you like a predator. You feel his eyes on every part of your body as you swallow dryly. When he walked back around the front he tossed you the sword and you caught it with ease. He grabbed a sword himself. 

“I… am exhausted, Sanemi.” You huffed and he gave you a heated look. 

“One round.” He points the tip at you. You swallowed down a sigh and pointed your sword right back at him. You weren’t bad by any means but you weren’t even close to the level of a hashira. Sanemi worked around your blade with practiced ease and you realized right there and then that Tengen was certainly going easy on you because Sanemi had backed you up in seconds and took you to the ground. He pressed himself against you, his sword against your neck. Your eyes glared up at him.

“Alright you won, can I go rest now?”

“Has that lousy sound hashira taught you anything?” Sanemi questions. He was obsessed with this. He saw the look on your face. “Ditch him, I’ll teach you from now on.”

“I’m not doing that. Tengen is a good teacher.” You defended. Sanemi pulled the sword away from your neck and with swiftness pulled you to your feet. He doesn’t let go of your hand though and the closeness to him has your heart beating wildly in your chest. 

“I’m better.” He says as though it's a well known fact. You wondered what his motives were and what his grudge was against Tengen. 

“What’s this about?” You ask and watch his eyes leave yours as he shamelessly looks at your lips, scanning what he wanted to before meeting your eyes again. This simple act wreaked havoc on your systems. 

“I think it’s pretty clear, I want to teach you myself.”

“Why though?”

“Tengen doesn’t deserve to. That’s why.” He pulls you to him suddenly. “Do you understand?” His voice was low and soft, eyes searching. He was trying to tell you something with his eyes. He sighed, you guessed he needed to be more clear with his intentions so he gave a small shake of the head and dipped his head to meet your lips with his. You sucked in a breath as he kissed you hard enough to prove his point. You understood now, albeit a little late.

-

Rengoku’s jealousy is healthy. He trusts you fully but doesn’t trust anyone who would come up and flirt with you when he’s right there. A lot of people come up and talk with you and you're completely oblivious to their flirting so Rengoku will intervene to save you. On your very first date the waiter at the noodle place you two were at flirted with you practically the entire time. Rengoku didn’t get angry, in fact it made him smile that no matter how much flirting was being done you’d still be leaving this restaurant with him. But the moment the waiter stepped over the line and made you clearly uncomfortable Rengoku cleared his throat. He didn’t yell or make a scene, he just simply gave the waiter a fiery glare. The waiter was gone within seconds. You looked at your date, giving him a knowing and thankful smile. 

The only time jealousy fully got under his skin was when he came back from a long mission and caught sight of you eating lunch in the courtyard with Giyu. He felt his cheeks burn at the sight. One thing Rengoku loved just slightly less than you was food. And what he loved more about it was eating it next to you. But here you were, eating it next to someone else. Sure it was childish but logic never really came into play when jealousy took over. When you walked back to your shared room and caught sight of his red hair your face completely morphed into light as you sprinted across the room and slammed against him in a bone crushing hug. He’d been gone for at least two months and it was almost unbearable.Rengoku, despite pouting slightly, wrapped you in a hug with the same vigor, breathing in your scent. You two stayed like that for a long moment. 

“I missed you. When did you get back?” You asked, muffled against his chest.

“About an hour ago.” You pulled back at that, looking up at him. He wanted to mope but the moment your eyes met his smile so wide fitted to his lips. 

“An hour?” You asked. “Why didn’t you come find me?”

“I saw you eating with Giyu, just didn’t want to bother you.” He says and knows he was being silly earlier. But being apart from you for two months had made him weary and heartsick for you. 

“You could never bother me. Never.” You doubled down, pulling his face to yours, proving your point with a kiss. He mumbled an apology against your lips before you smiled into the kiss. When you pulled back you slightly smirked up at him. “Was that jealousy?” You asked as his entire face went beet red and you knew you were right. You tilted your head to the side. “Kyojuro…”

“I’m sorry,” He says, tightening his hold around you. “We’ve been apart far too long.”

-

Tengen also hides his jealousy pretty well but hides it behind jokes. You could not stand him when you first met. You were nothing like him. Liked the quiet, liked the dark, liked your solitude. Tengen on the hand liked you. He liked how quiet you were and wanted to diminish the dark for you and snatch away your solitude. You liked your personal space and he also liked your personal space. 

You grew up an only child with cold parents in a depressing town so when you met Tengen and he was flashy and warm, naturally you sulked away from him. He tried everything. He bought you your favorite sweets and relished when you’d give him the smallest of smiles that looked more like a grimace but he’d take what he can get. He’d find you books to read and insist that you read it to him in return and when you begrudgingly agreed he’d melt into a puddle and sit as close as humanly possible. And when he’d pretend to fall asleep on your shoulder he really felt as though he could combust. 

He’d never chased after someone so hard. 

You were so elusive, just out of reach. When you met his wives they all adored you in the same way he did. It scared him though, you weren’t one to put yourself out there. You didn’t like many people and being with Tengen meant you’d be with four people at all times. Though the times that you were around and happened to run into him and his wives you didn’t seem overwhelmed. In fact the first time he saw you actually smile, like eyes crinkling cheeks blushing smile was when Hinatsuru pulled you into a hug and told you how pretty you looked. The only jealousy he felt then and there was not being able to have that smile directed at him. But after seeing that smile he finally realized it was possible to make you smile so let the teasing begin. Suddenly Tengen was around all the time. You didn’t notice it at first but suddenly he was everywhere. Teasing you, overtly flirting with you, towering over you and trying so damn hard to make you blush and smile the way his wife did. 

It was exhausting for you. All this attention. What was even more exhausting is pretending that you didn’t want Tengen. There was a war within you. Wanting to be alone and wishing to never be alone again. Tengen and his life was the polar opposite of yours. Everything you couldn’t stand but found wanting to tolerate, wanting that shine in your darkness. Things all came to a head when you were at a fork in the road. Tagging along Tengen’s mission versus Giyu’s. To you it was an obvious choice. Tagging along with Giyu meant not really having to talk the entire time. And when you told Tengen things spiraled.

“So you got a thing for the quiet ones? Should’ve known.” He teased with this sort of practiced ease. He looked wholly unaffected by your decision.

“I don’t have a thing for anyone.” You corrected, you had been cleaning your katana when he found his way into your room somehow without your objections. Maybe it was all the time that you were spending with him things were just slowly becoming comfortable? 

“You’re breaking my heart, sunshine.” If looks could kill Tengen would be long long dead. It wasn’t the first time he called you that nickname and it certainly would not be the last. Unfortunately.

“I’m very busy, you know.”

“Busy thinking of your mission with the stoic Giyu?” He teased and you breathed in and let out a huff of air.

“You are relentless. Is there something you want to say?” You ask over your shoulder. He’s uncharacteristically quiet behind you so you turn just slightly. Tengen is looking at you in the same way he’d been looking at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. Tengen looked at you as though the light only shined on earth because you held the sun in place. You looked away and begrudgingly ignored that flip in your chest.

“You like him better than me.” And… he’s back to teasing. Well two can play that game.

“Yes I do.” You answered bluntly.

“Now you’re really killing me, Sun-”

“Nope. No nicknames. I’m not a pet.” He laughed at that, a warm laugh that you didn’t know how badly you wanted to hear again. 

“I bet he isn’t able to get under your skin like I do.”

“You’re right.” You said and heard Tengen stand from where he was sitting. You go slightly rigid as you feel him walk closer to where you’re standing. He barely brushes against you as he looks over your shoulder. You try to continue to work like this was unaffecting you but your walls were slowly crumbling around you. There was only so long you could pretend you didn’t want a good thing. And Tengen was sure as hell a good thing. 

“Giyu’s quiet. You won’t have an ounce of fun on his mission.” 

“Killing demon’s isn’t supposed to be fun.” You throw back and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he responds.

“It is with me.” You roll your eyes and turn to tell him to get lost but when you turn and look up your faces are millimeters apart. Maybe even less. Your words falter and for a moment all you can think of is if you moved just barely forwards your lips would meet his. “Cat got your tongue?” He said huskily just loud enough for you to hear. It turns your insides out, burning you up from head to toe. You wanted to ask what he really wanted but it would ultimately be a stupid question. Tengen had never hidden his intentions from the start. Only you had. He pointedly moved his eyes to your lips but didn’t move any closer. You knew then and there he was practically handing over the reigns. If you wanted him you’d have to make the next move. You had a penchant for letting things pass you by. It was like you were begrudgingly obsessed with not letting yourself have anything. Love never seemed like something attainable. Friendship seemed like a lot of work and family never felt like family. “I’ll wait forever, if that’s what you want.” He whispered, interrupting your thoughts. Your heart hurts at that. You weren’t being fair. Making him wait forever was a selfish thing to do and even with all those things he still looked one hundred percent serious when he said it. He wouldn’t get tired of you. He could be the one to stick around for good. He could be the good. 

“I”m still going with Giyu. I already promised.” You said.

“Break the promise, Sunshine, I’m practically begging.” As his face slightly dropped you leaned forwards and closed that gap that you had gotten far too comfortable with. Lips sliding against lips.

-

Hotaru was downright scary when he was jealous. Holy shit you were scared out of your mind. Your destroyed blade laid in pieces in front of you. Your heart was in your throat. You felt a hand on your shoulder as Rengoku gave you a reassuring squeeze. 

“Tough break, kid.” He said with a shake of his head. “I’m sure he’ll understand.”

“The last time I broke my blade he yelled and ranted for three hours and passed out from lightheadedness.” You said, remembering the whole ordeal with a shiver. Rengoku shook his head.

“Your blade broke for a noble cause, make sure to tell him that.” He said, giving you one last squeeze before turning to leave. You bent over and grabbed the shattered remains. You were dead. Dead dead dead. You had so much life to live. You had sweets in the fridge that Mitsuri made for you. You had finally learned a few new cool tricks to use in fighting. You were visiting home next month. You sighed, gathering up the broken pieces in a cloth. 

“I will pay you double… no triple the usual amount, please I beg you.” You had your hands clasped together in front of you as though silent praying. The night before last you had an idea. There was more than just Hotaru that could make you a blade in the village so if you enlisted someone else to make you a sword just this one time Hotaru wouldn’t lob your head off your shoulders.

“Mr. Haganezuka  would kill  me, bring me back to life then kill me again if I made a sword for you.” The villager trembled at the mere thought. He was clearly just as afraid of Hotaru as you were. You swallowed dryly.

“He would never know, please I beg you.I’ll give you any amount.” You begged but the villager just shook his head.

“He would know because it’s you. Any other client I might do it but you… absolutely not. You’re his favorite!” He said, looking over your shoulder as though Hotaru would enter his shop at any second.

“What does that mean! The only people that would know would be me and you! Please I will literally do anything!”

“And me.” A voice behind you says. Your blood goes cold. Slowly you turn around and sure enough there’s Hotaru. You’re caught like a deer in headlights. The villager actually screams and scrambles away, startling you. Hotaru’s expressions are hidden behind his mask so you’re not sure whether or not he’s angry quite yet. You’d seen his face once a few years ago when this peaceful village was attacked. You were surprised in the moment that someone so intense could look so beautiful. That didn’t dull that fact he was scary though. 

“Mr. Haganezuka! W-what a surprise!” You choke out, cheeks going fuchsia. “Lovely weather we’re having today isn’t it?” You squeak out. Hotaru slightly moves his head and you force yourself not to bolt out the door screaming like the villager. You’re a hashira for god sakes! But to be completely truthful, Hotaru was scarier than any demon you’d ever faced. 

“Very lovely. What brings to our village?” He asks, his voice scarily calm. You force yourself to give a terse smile.

“I- I came to relax of course!”

“Relax at my competitor's shop?” He asks and there is a sharp edge to his voice. 

“Competitor? Wha? I didn’t-- I did not know you two were competing!” You nervously laughed it off, running a quick hand through your hair. “We-- we go way back. I was just visiting for a second before hitting the hot springs!” You say and start to walk towards the door but Hotaru’s hand juts out, blocking you from leaving. You freeze, you’re so close to him, he towers over you and when he turns to look down at you you feel weak in the knees. Slowly he brings his hand up, untying the back of his mask as it falls into his waiting hand and you’re met face to face with Hotaru once again. The years had passed but he still looked as beautiful as ever. You definitely make a sound, a strangled gasp, though if it was from fear or surprise no one would ever know. 

“You… two… go way back?” He grits out. God… you’d done it now. You should’ve just went to him in the first place, accepted his scolding and went about your week. But here you were, ten feet under and you weren’t even sure after this debacle if he’d fix your sword for any amount of money. You cleared your throat.

“Uhm… y-yes?” 

“Yes?” He repeated and the look on his face was as sharp as the sharpest katana. You were so dead. Goodbye family. Goodbye sweet treats. 

“How… far back?” He asks. You stare at him. How far back? He caught you in the lie and you wished instead of twenty questions he’d just yell at you. 

“Just like… a year.” You lied, Hotaru’s eyes narrowed on yours. The intense eye contact was insane. You almost forgot to breathe. 

“You’ve known me longer than.” He articulates sharply. Your lips part, you're stumped for a moment. 

“Uh… y-yes, sir, I have.” You stumble. 

“Yet instead of coming to me, who you’ve known far longer, you go to my competitor to fix the sword that I made you.” Ah fuck. The color absolutely drained from your face. 

“What?” You shook your head. “N-nuh uh! I-- I was just visiting like I said.” At the end of your sentence he holds up the cloth that had the broken pieces of your sword. You patted your bag and gasped. How the hell did he get that! “It-- that-- It’s not what it looks like, Mr. Hagenzuka! I-- well you see it broke… honorably of course… and I was coming to you-” Hotaru raised his hand to silence you and you instantly stopped talking. This was it. This was the end. Killed by your swordsmith. If you were quick you could probably wrestle back a piece of your katana and end your life before he could. 

“If you ever break your sword again,” Hotaru practically growled.”And go to my competitor, I will-”

“Kill me?” You filled in.

“Kill him.” He fumed and then he reached for you. God he was gonna choke you out! His hand slid against your cheek and when he leaned in you sent out a final goodbye. 

His lips met yours. His lips. Pressed against your lips. He was kissing you. Kissing? You? Your eyes were wide open. You had watched the whole thing in slow motion. Sure enough the moment heated as he stepped a bit closer to you, hand sliding around your hip to yank you a step closer to him. The most startling thing? The heat that suddenly ignited in your gut at the press of his mouth on yours. You made a startled sound in the back of your throat at the strange realization. What the hell was happening? When he pulled back your eyes were still open. Looking up at him as though he’d just smacked you right across the face. 

“You… just kissed me.” You say. He doesn’t answer you with words, just nods his head, still looking pissed. “On the lips.”

“Yes.” He says sharply. 

“Like lips on my lips.” “I’m aware of what I did.” Hotaru groans, looking down at you.

“Am I dead?” You asked, patting yourself for any life threatening wounds, Hotaru watches you, looking unamused. 

“No. You are not dead.” “I… was dead sure you… were going to murder me. Like… bloody murder.”

“Why in the world would I murder you?” Hotaru asks, crossing his arms.

“B-because you… because I broke my sword and schemed to fix it behind your back with your competitor.” You say slowly as though he doesn’t remember the last ten minutes. But he just looks down at you like you’re saying something incredibly apparent.

“Yes. I know.” He growls but his anger doesn’t necessarily seem directed at you as he sighs heavily. 

“I am… very… confused.” You force out. Your brain felt melted in your head. Hotaru looks down at you and for a moment so quick you could’ve missed it his eyes look… soft? No… that had to be a trick of the lights.

“You’re my client. No one else’s. Got it?” He punctuates seriously. You nod your head quickly. What the hell just happened?

[ceramini]

DAMN IT NERD ⋆˚࿔ ARE YOU LISTENING?

pair loser!jake x hot!reader ͡ ͘◡ ꫶᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜৯ tags creampie, cockwarming, overstim, dirty talk = nerd talk, jake likes legos ✿ scene jake is sweet, dumb, and accidentally packing a weapon between his legs. no one understands how he landed his insanely hot gf, not even him. but she loves him anyway, even if he won’t shut up about legos, star wars, or his ridiculous love for her… especially during sex. note let’s pretend jake likes star wars ─── library ⊹ ࣪

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You’re not even sure how you got here.

Well, no… you do know. You were in bed, legs tossed over Jake’s shoulders, back arched, spine pressed into the mattress like a damn sticker. He was inside you. Deep. Relentlessly deep, like he was on a fucking mission.

You weren’t sure what the mission was, but Jake clearly was.

He was, talking.

Still.

“You know the Republic Gunship set?” he pants, rocking into you a little too slow for how breathless he sounds. “I’ve been saving up for it. It’s so cool. It has, like—twenty clone troopers. Twenty. And they all have these little helmets that come off. I didn’t even know they did that until—until I watched this review last week—shit, you feel so good—wait, so anyway—”

You cut him off with a groan, fisting the sheets. “Jake.”

“Huh?” He looks down at you, blinking like a golden retriever who just got caught chewing drywall. “What?”

“You’re talking about Legos again.”

“Oh.” He pushes his hips forward with a little whine. “Sorry. You’re just so warm and I was thinking about that set and how cool it’d be to build it with you while we watch Clone Wars and—and—fuck, you’re squeezing me again.”

You squeeze him on purpose this time. “That’s because you’re babbling about minifigs while you’re raw inside me, Jake.”

His eyes go big. “You like when I’m raw inside you.”

“I did. Before you compared it to building a Lego set.”

“Okay, okay, fair.” He nuzzles your neck like he’s not splitting you in half. “But also? You’re kinda like a Lego set.”

You stare at him. “Jake.”

“I mean that lovingly.”

You drop your head back against the pillow. “I swear to God, if this is going where I think it’s going—”

“Because like. You’ve got all these beautiful little pieces. And I wanna learn how they all fit together. Every time I touch you it’s like I’m figuring out where the next part goes—”

“Jake.”

“—like, do I kiss here?” He sucks a hickey under your jaw. “Touch here?” Trails his hand between your legs. “Or maybe—fuck—maybe I just fuck you and see what happens.”

You’re clenching again. Hard. And you hate that it works.

He beams. “See? You do like my metaphors.”

“I like your dick,” you hiss, arching as he thrusts up and hits that spot. “I tolerate your metaphors.”

“You love my metaphors,” he says smugly, fucking deeper like he’s trying to prove it.

You moan into the heel of your palm. “You’re insufferable.”

Jake whimpers, forehead tipping to yours. “You’re so hot when you’re mean to me.”

“You’re hot when you shut up.”

He slows, just a little, and looks genuinely wounded. “You don’t like when I talk?”

“I love when you talk,” you gasp. “Just not when I’m trying to come and you’re talking about fucking battle packs.”

“Oh.” He slips out almost entirely, just to push in again, hard. You cry out. His ears go pink. “Noted.”

You try to glare. You really do. But he leans down to kiss you and his stupid soft lips and stupid tongue make you forget how to breathe, let alone stay mad.

And the way he’s throbbing inside you doesn’t help.

Jake pulls away with a dumb little grin. “I think I’m gonna come. Can I stay in? I know I asked earlier but I wanna make sure it’s still okay—”

“Jake, yes, God, yes—”

He sinks into you one last time and shudders, full-body, like he’s short-circuiting. You feel him twitch, warm and heavy, and moan his name as his hand clutches at your waist like he’s scared you’ll float away.

He comes like he’s overwhelmed. Pretty and flushed, forehead pressed to your collarbone, one hand gripping your thigh like a lifeline.

You’re both panting. Slick. Shaking a little.

And then.

“Did you know the Lego Titanic set is almost four feet long—”

“Jake.”

“Sorry! I’m just—still inside you and happy and thinking about boats and I love you and—”

You grab his face and kiss him hard. He whimpers against your mouth, cock twitching again, not soft at all.

You pull back. “You’re gonna shut up now, right?”

“Totally,” he breathes, blinking fast. “Except—can I keep talking if it’s just about you?”

You blink. “Maybe.”

Jake buries his face in your neck. “Cool. ‘Cause I was gonna say, you’re prettier than every minifig I’ve ever owned. Like, if you were a collectible, I’d never take you out of the box.”

You groan. “That’s not romantic, Jake.”

He laughs. “I thought it was.”

You wrap your legs tighter around him and sigh. “You’re lucky you’re pretty.”

“I’m lucky you let me fuck you.”

He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then, very slowly, starts moving again. Just a little. Deep and slow, the kind of rhythm that makes your eyes roll back.

“Can I stay in?” he murmurs. “Just for a bit?”

You nod.

He smiles. “Cool. You feel better than any Lego set.”

You cover his mouth. “Just fuck me.”

You don’t know why you let him stay inside. You really don’t.

Maybe it’s the way he’s so big, the way he fills you up like you were made for it. Maybe it’s the post-orgasm brain melt. Maybe it’s the genuinely tragic puppy-dog look he gave you when he asked if he could just stay for a little while longer.

You said yes. Like a fool.

And now he’s talking again.

“Okay, but hear me out,” he mumbles against your collarbone. “If you were a Lego piece, I feel like you’d be one of those rare ones that only come in, like, three sets. And I’d trade my whole collection just to have two of you.”

“Jake.”

“Or like, like if I was building a Millennium Falcon and your piece wasn’t in the box? I’d cry. Like actual tears. I’d email Lego Customer Support and tell them it was a tragedy. I’d say my girlfriend is missing. That I can’t build without her. That it’s ruining my life—”

“You’re still inside me.”

“I know. That’s why I’m being romantic.”

You groan and throw an arm over your face. “Your idea of romance is comparing my vagina to missing plastic.”

“It’s not just plastic, it’s—hey, wait—” He props himself up on an elbow, wide-eyed. “Are you getting mad again?”

“I’m not mad,” you sigh. “I’m just. So full. And so tired. And you’re talking about spaceships and crying and clone troopers while your dick is still hitting my goddamn cervix.”

Jake flushes. Hard. “Oh. Sorry. I’m just…this is like, peak life for me. Like, I don’t know what I did to deserve you but I think about it a lot and it makes me feel like I should be doing more. Like, you’re smart, and you wear those little skirts that make my brain short-circuit, and you never make fun of me for how much I love Star Wars even when I definitely deserve it—”

“Jake.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you getting hard again?”

He pauses. You feel him twitch inside you.

“…Maybe.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“I can’t help it!” he whines, and somehow he sounds genuinely upset about it. “You’re so warm and soft and I like how you clench when I say dumb stuff, and I know I’m not supposed to keep talking, but I love you and I’m having a feelings crisis and also your tits are out and I didn’t even mention them yet.”

You uncover your eyes and glare. “Don’t.”

Jake glances down at your chest. Immediately goes pink. “Too late.”

You shift under him and he moans, a soft, helpless sound like he’s ashamed to have made it. You can feel him starting to get hard again, slow and steady like a threat.

And the worst part is? You like it. Your body’s already reacting. He’s still so thick, so deep, and now he’s whining like he can’t help but want more of you.

“God, you’re pretty,” he whispers, like he’s confessing something serious. “And I’m, ugh, I’m such a loser, I know. Everyone always asks how I got you and I never have an answer. They’re like, ‘is she into Legos too?’ and I have to lie and say yes, just so they don’t try to hit on you.”

You laugh. You shouldn’t, but you do. “So you lie about me being into Legos to keep me safe?”

He nods solemnly. “It’s the only way.”

“You’re an idiot.”

Jake beams. “Your idiot.”

He leans down and kisses you again, sloppy, soft, so sweet it makes your stomach flip, and you groan against his mouth when he accidentally rocks his hips.

And just like that, you’re clenching again. Wanting him. Wanting it all over again.

He breaks the kiss with a gasp. “Oh. That was—yeah. We’re doing it again, right?”

You roll your eyes. “Not if you keep talking.”

“I can be quiet!”

“You can’t.”

“I can. Watch—” He places a hand over his own mouth.

You raise a brow. “You look ridiculous.”

He wiggles his brows, nods, then thrusts.

You gasp. His hand flies off his mouth. “Oh fuck, that was hot—”

“Jake.”

“Sorry. Sorry.” He puts it back. Mutters behind his palm, “I just love you so much.”

You stare at him, flushed, wrecked, still hard and inside you, his hand awkwardly slapped over his own mouth, and you realize something terrible.

You’re gonna marry this dumbass.

You sigh, toss your head back, and say, “Fine. Just shut up and fuck me again.”

Jake nods furiously. Slips his hand from his face and whispers, “Yes, Captain.”

You sigh into the pillow.

🪷 ─── @gyarumindd

[saymio]

Silent Obsession

Pairing: Hwang In-ho (the front man) x Fem!reader

Summary: your husband was missing, and all you did for days was stay at home crying your eyes out...waiting for your dearest husband to come home. this was until inho had decided to come give you a little visit while you were all alone and vulnerable.

Warning: dead dove: do not eat, noncon, degradation, light bdsm, manipulation, In-ho is obsessed with you, rough sex, mentioned age gap (20 years), cheating (not rlly), there might be more but I'm too lazy to write it.

A/N: not proof read. this takes place during s1. (most/all of the beginning contains junho x reader content)

7.2k Words

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it was 2015, just a few days ago your boyfriend junho had invited you to meet his family on the day of his brothers birthday. his brother was turning 40 and they were hosting a small party, just a few people... and your boyfriend thought this would be a great time to invite you to meet his mom and brother. he was ecstatic at the thought, he really wanted his family to get to know you since last year he had met yours. and he was really serious about you... but it would be an understatement to say you were nervous. hell, you were scared. you wanted to leave a good impression on his family, this was the man you wanted to marry. if his mom didnt approve of you what could you say? she was wrong? that her opinion didn't matter? these thoughts swarmed your head for hours every day....

junho was driving the two of you from your small shared apartment to his moms place. you were sitting in the passenger seat as you stared out the window of the car, you were shaking... not from the cold but from the anxiousness you were brimming with. your fingers tapped against the interior of the car, your nails making a clicking sound every time they touched the material. "are you cold y/n? I told you itd be cold today..you should've worn a bigger jacket" junho glanced at you for a second before staring back at the road and sighing. he hated when this happened, when youd be so insistent in not 'ruining' your outfit that you wouldn't pay attention to whether you'd be cold or not. this always happens! ..but he always wears a jacket for you. because he knows you'll end up shivering from the cold gusts of wind and he cant stand the thought of you suffering from the freezing temperatures. you let out a small chuckle, it was barely over a whisper but junho heard you loud and clear. "why're you laughing.." he frowned a little, not because he's upset or mad at you but just because you werent taking the situation that seriously. "what if you catch a cold? at least think about me when you dress this way..you know I hate when you're in pain.." the last part of his sentence was soft and quiet, as if he was murmuring to himself..making sure you wouldn't hear him. "stop worrying so much babe...I'm not cold or anything.. just a little jittery, its my first time meeting your family after all." you giggled at his genuine worry for you, he was such a drama queen. making these small actions seem so much more serious then they were..but its something that made you love junho. how kind and protecting he was of the people he cared about. "nervous? you don't have to be nervous y/n...I'm sure they'll love you." junho's right hand made its way to your left hand. holding it tight before giving you a soft gentle smile. his ability to sooth you with just his smile had to be studied, he truly was an angel on earth to you, like he had a halo on his head 24/7. you leaned forward a little and left a quick peck on his cheek, quickly leaning back down to your seat and looking away from him. but at the corner of junhos eyes he could see how red you've gotten...he thought it was adorable. how the two of youve been dating for 2 years but you still got flustered over small kisses. you were so innocent and kind, the exact woman he needed in his life...

but little did junho know, he was right. his family did love you..especially his brother.

you had arrived at his mothers house, .. your nerves were spiking, how should you introduce yourself? what if the cake you made was still raw? what if inho doesn't like his present? these thoughts ran through your head as you two waited for someone to open the door. your finger nails tapping against the box the cake you had made was in. the sound deafening you as you just wanted the damn door to open already. you really just hoped youd make a good impression... after what felt like an eternity the door opened, behind to door revealed the birthday boy himself, Hwang In-ho. junho just shook his hand before you bowed at him slightly before shaking his hand and introducing himself briefly. "happy birthday In-ho, my names y/n" In-ho just nodded coldly at you, if the harsh winds outside didn't freeze you his stares did. he stepped aside, allowing the two of you in. he lead the both of you up the apartment complex stairs, your heels making a loud click sound echo though the staircase with every step you took. after only a bit of walking up stairs you had reached the door to where the party was being hosted.. . . when junho had told you itd be a 'party' you expected a family gathering with like 15 people, but upon arrival you quickly realized..it was truly just him, his brother and mom celebrating inho's birthday today. you were pleasantly surprised, you hated large groups of people..it made you skittish and always super nervous. so just 3 other people being there calmed your nerves down, alot. the apartment was small and cozy, very homey and nice. his mother had made a mini feast with delicious foods and decorated the place with a few balloons and banners. it was a seemingly wholesome sight of a mother doing something nice for her sons special day, it made your heart warm up inside your chest as you took a seat at the table. "hi honey, what's your name?" junho's mother grabbed one of your hands, cupping it with the both of hers. you felt yourself blush and smile, you had barely even been inside yet his mother was being so kind already. her soft gentle voice, and kind soft eyes. it was everything that's junho was. "y/n, what about you miss?" you were trying your best to be as polite as possible, you didn't want to tip her off and cause her to hate you.. but you felt kind of uncomfortable.. inho..he was staring at you alot. and it was like he wasnt trying to hide it, his dark eyes piecing into your soul. as if he were looking for the innocence inside of you... to take it away from you. the entire day just led to you getting more and more uncomfortable. you weren't able to stare into his eyes because you felt if you did he would just jump onto you not giving a shit about his mother and brother being there too. "y/n, what would you say if your favorite thing about junho?" inho spoke, his deep voice sent uncomfortable shivers down your spine.. this entire atmosphere..it was odd. but it was like only you caught onto it. you stared at inho before turning to junho...he was blushing. he tried keeping a stoic face but you could tell he was getting flustered before you even spoke. his ears tinted in a light pink an so was his neck. "ah.. well his kindness..I think its the main reason I fell in love...he's very kind and soft spoken to people. at least until they do something wrong..but either way he's an angel." a gentle smile took over your face, you stared at junho and then at inho to continue your sentence..it was obvious you were head over heels for this man.. "he's just a very likable man." inho smiled at you, not speaking a word but it was like his face said them all for you. but they weren't the words you'd expect a caring older brother to say, it was more like a .. 'wow how nice.' but in a sarcastic tone.. his mother on the other hand.. "aww how sweet! young love, its so beautiful." she clasped her hands together before grabbing your forearm and staring up at you with twinkling eyes, it was like she was already envisioning your wedding and family with junho. "promise me you'll take care of my son, okay?"

it was a little past 10pm by now, everyone had eaten a slice of cake and junho's mother adored it. junho was right, his mom did love you. she was already talking about marriage and how she wouldnt be surprised if you made the wedding cake because the one you had brought today was "just too delicious!" you laughed and giggled at her antics, your face flushed in embarrassment. you turned to look at inho, who was staring at you intensely. your happiness almost instantly vanished as you shuffled in your chair. maybe he was upset you hadn't given him his gift yet...that should do it!! maybe he'd stop once you did. "a- inho, I brought you a gift." his eyes widened and it had seemed like he just heard life changing news, maybe he really was just sulking over a present..it was kind of cute. you grabbed your bag from your feet next to you and shuffled around until you found a yellow box, you pushed it towards inho and smiled. your tried your best to give a genuine, heartfelt smile even though you felt uncomfortable with all his glances and stares. he smiled at you, this time it seemed a little less fake...but still not genuine. he opened the box, it was a watch. a very beautiful one. it was shimmering under the dinning room light, a light white silver with simple but detailed engravings on the band of the watch. it was beautiful and it definitely wasn't the cheapest, you don't remember how much it was exactly since you had bought it the same day junho had told you about his brothers birthday..but you knew it was enough to make you wince at the receipt. "I left the receipt folded under the cloth Incase it isn't to your li-" you were cut off by inhos voice, it was calm, not as cold as it was before..it was rather soothing even.. "no. its perfect." he put the watch on, adjusting it so it fit his wrist perfectly. you felt your lips creep into a wide smile, you were so glad this day was going perfectly. "wow, that's such a pretty watch! it must've costed you a lot." their mother interrupted the two of you, staring at the watch that sat on inhos wrist and then at you. "inho, say thank you! be polite." she hit the back of his head harshly, as if she were scolding a little kid... you laughed at the scene, mothers truly see their children as their babies forever. "no- its okay miss don't wo-" it seemed like today was full of interruptions and cut offs as inho did just it again. "thank you y/n, I appreciate it a lot." his face was blank again, no readable expression was there.. but based off his passed reactions..you felt he was being sincere. . . . "thank you miss, thank you inho." you bowed at the both of them while you stood at the front door with junho, showing your gratitude for their kindness and patience with you and your boyfriend. "of course honey, please come back any time you want." junho's mother grabbed your hand one more time, inho nodded along with her. he wasn't a man of many words but it seemed his scary demeanor had vanished. maybe it was never even there and you were just nervous..either way you were glad you didn't leave the house with a weird feeling about your boyfriends brother. juho's mother then shoo'd the two of you away, telling you it was late and you shouldn't stay up so late at such a young age... you felt happy. a warm feeling sat in your heart and stomach, it was like you had just found your second family.

time skip (5 years)

there you sat in the police station, its been days since youve last seen your husband. you were sobbing into the palm of your hands, the salty liquid dripped onto your long dress as you drained ever drop of water from your body. you were terrified. what happened to him?? where was he?? what had he gotten into? you were devastated to say the least, you explained with a shaky and quaky voice that your husband had just told you he was off to investigate his brothers vanishment and would be back by the night..like always! so when you woke up and he wasn't there you just felt dread. you texted him and texted him all day to no response. when he didn't come back for the second day you reported him missing. you reported this story to the police about 9 times already, everyday since you reported him missing you came to the police station for any clues or help..an obviously everyday they told you the same thing...that they had nothing. the only reason they didn't push you off to the side when you came in was well..because your husband worked for them. he was a police officer under them, it'd feel disrespectful to you and junho if they just told you to give up hope on finding your husband. maybe you'd stop after another week or two..you'd realize whatever fate inho had found was the same junho ended to aswell... and not only that but you were pretty, kind and in obvious distress over your husband. they'd feel like they just kicked a sick puppy in the stomach if they told you to go away. so every day, at 8am you come in. usually in a pretty sundress but your state of mind isn't as pretty. your eye bags were prominent and you seemed to constantly be in a state of dissociation.... "you promise there's nothing? please double check! please..I need my husband back. you don't understand" your words were exasperated and rushed, you wanted answers, your husband, closure, anything! your breaths were getting heavy as you reached your delicate hand to the tissue box on the desk infront of you. you felt yourself breaking down, more and more, every. day. the police officer let out a breathy sigh, he was trying his very best to not tell you off. to tell you to go back to your home and cry there or something. to stop wasting his time every single fucking day.. but he couldn't. and he wouldn't. not when your state was some of the worst he's seen in his years of being an officer. "listen ma'am, there seems to be a dead end a-" you slammed your hand onto the table, one still holding the now damp tissue as you started to cry harder. you shook your head violently, indicating a very obvious no...or in this case obvious denial. "no. there..there isn't a dead end. he's alive and he needs your help!! please..please keep searching i-i'll.." you started to dig into your purse, the same one junho had gifted you for your 5th anniversary not long before this whole ordeal. when you felt what you were looking for you snatched it out your bag, like it was grabbing it, stealing it from your grasp. "h-here..d-dont stop searching please. I'll give you this..p-please.." in between words you started to cry more, tears streaming down your cheeks and dripping off your skin. your head was lowered and you were looking at your lap. you didn't want to stop looking for him. you wouldn't stop until you knew he was safe. "ma'am...you don't have to give me money for doing my job." he slid the stack of money that you had taken from your purse back to you and shook his head in disapproval. "listen.. sigh we're trying our best okay? we arent just laying around doing nothing, he was our coworker and we want to find him as much as you do.." he looked away from your depressing state, you were catching your breath and shaking, your fists were curled into balls. it was clear, even though he was an officer that he didn't want to find junho nearly as much as you did..he didn't think it would even be possible to. "just..take a break. you're overwhelming yourself and it isn't good for you. junho is strong and you know this, so just believe in him and his ability to live..."

the officer opened a drawer that was next to his seat, it was a little pile of candies.. he grabbed a handful and handed you a few. with a shaky hand you took the candies, your eyes were red and puffy. it was painfully obvious that you had just broken down in tears. you didnt want to speak but it was obvious by the way you acted, that all you wanted right now was for your husband to come back into your embrace. "if you want I can step out and let you calm down." the officer stares at you, awaiting the answer that would leave your lips. "no..its okay.. i-...whatever. thank you, I will take a break to calm down and compose myself. please have a good day." you mumbled the first few words, like a scared child who had just gotten caught with their hand in the cookie jar and is now making up an excuse. you let out a loud sigh before you stood up from your chair, rubbing your tired, sore eyes before fixing your hair and grabbing your bag. you turned around right as you were in front of the office door, you bowed at the officer to show your gratitude as you proceeded to touch the cold metal handle of the door and creaked it open. with a click of the door closing you were walking away from the room you had just broken down in.

there you were, sitting on the edge of the bed you and your husband shared. it felt cold every time you sunk your body into the soft mattress..cold and empty. you weren't used to this, you were used to your husband coming home from work and giving you a kiss. slipping into the soft blankets together as you worked as heaters for each other's bodies. you didn't like this. you didn't want this. you flopped your upper torso onto the bed, causing it to make a squeaking sound to the sudden pressure. your legs were dangling off the side of the bed as you stared up into the ceiling. the world around you felt hazy, like everything that surrounded your body was just an empty void of nothingness. the world was meaningless without junho. you felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier...until they had finally closed shut.

knock... knock... knock you jolted up from your bed, who was here at this time? it's like 2am... you stared at the closed bedroom door, thinking about if it was a good idea to open the doorm. you're a young woman alone at her house at 2am...what if it was a sex trafficker trying to kidnap and rape you!!?? knock... knock... knock the loud but slow knocks echoed throughout the house, the knocks took a 3 second pause inbetween..it was so creepy.. it made your skin crawl.. bu...what if...what if the police have clues about junho and came to talk to you about it they heard of it!! or..what if junho had finally come home..... these thoughts rand through your head, you were scared of what might be behind of that door. but not scared enough to not open it. you slowly got up from your bed, making it squeak under the pressure of your body. your soft slippers made a swooshing sound against the wooden floors as you shuffled your way to the front door... knock... knock.... knock there it was...the knocking. you couldn't help but feel this dry lump from in your throat, but you had to do it...you needed to make sure... if it was some stranger you'd just slam the door on them and go and hide in a closet or something.. your swallowed the lump in your throat and placed your palm on the cold metal of the handle, unlocking it with a small click and turning it clockwise so that it opened the door.. you didn't open it alot, just enough to see who was on the other side. your eyes stared at the dark soulless eyes In front of you, it was a random man. you had no idea why he was here or what he wanted..but he looked very familiar..maybe he was an off duty cop that just wanted to check up on you..? "h-hello..? how can I help you..." your voice was small and quiet, barely above a whisper as you used the door as some kind of shield from the strange man. "yes. you can." you stared up at the man with confused puppy dog eyes, what did that even mean?? you furrowed your eyebrows and squinted your eyes as you stared at him..you were about to close the door on the strange man until something clicked inside of you. you recognized where he was from.. "inho?! w-what? what are you.." your judgmental facial expression quickly changed into one of shook and worry, was he here to see junho? how would you break the news that his brother was now missing too?? you raised your small hand to your mouth, covering it in shock..you didn't even know what to do....what should you say..? your eyes started to water and tear up, you were reminded of the harsh reality junho was in..he was seriously missing and now the person he went missing looking for was In front of you...it seemed like everyone was just against you. mocking the disappearance of your husband. "what...are you doing here? a-are you here for junho..he's.." you let out choked sighs after every other word, taking your hands from your mouth to your entire face. you were a crying mess In front of a man you barely knew, it was so embarrassing. you were so pathetic and sad. everyone's been telling you to just get over it but here you are, sobbing for what felt like the 6th time today. a loud sigh snapped you out of your saddened state,, but...it wasn't a sigh of disapproval or frustration...it was like a sigh of...desire. like he was getting off to the sight your sobbing, scared and fragile body. "you're doing this on purpose, you have to be." you stared up at inho with confusion. you eyebrow was raised, as if asking him what the fuck he meant by that. before you could even mutter a word he pushed you, really harshly. you went flying back into your home, head hitting the hard wood. you felt yourself getting dizzier and dizzier for a few seconds...you felt like you couldn't move, speak or even see anymore...your head was spinning and alarms were ringing from the inside of your head..until you were passed out.

you woke up... you were sitting in the middle of the dining room, it seemed like someone had moved the table and other chairs out the way as it was literally only you. you and the chair you were sitting on. the room was barely lit up, you could only see some of your surroundings due to the singular light that was on. the ligh that bulb was right on top of you..it felt like you were about to get interrogated for murder,,you were terrified. for you wanted to scream, cry and just run away from what was happening. but you couldn't. your ankles were tied onto the legs of the chair. your arms and torso were bounded to the chair itself with a thick rope., it was digging into your skin hard..it hurt. alot.. you wanted to squirm around and get yourself free but you knew you'd just end up knocking the chair down and you'd be stuck in an awkward position..you tried to start screaming but you couldnt, you were confused..it was like your mouth was glued shut.....your eyes darted around the room, looking for anyone, anything to help you. it took you a second for you to put the pieces together but.. once you did you realized.. your mouth was duck taped shut. you didn't know what to do, you were overwhelmed and you just wanted your husband back to you. you closed your eyes shut as warm salty tears fell from your eyes. your eyes just couldn't catch a break, could they? they were tired and sore. even when you werent sleepy it hurt to open and close the..a result of crying for days.. you just wanted to feel happiness again. but clearly that wasn't going to happen soon. was your fate going to be the same as your husbands? were his kidnappers after you to sew your mouth shut?? you didn't want to die..at least not because you got closure.. "you shouldn't cry Infront of me. its a bad idea. I have a thing for little girls that look pretty when they cry." your head jumped forward, looking at the figure that had stepped out the shadows surrounding you.. your eyes widened, remembering that inho had been the one that knocked you over and caused you to black out. the same man that had gone missing 5 years ago, the same man that your brother went missing looking for.. what was he doing here? was he here to kill you? to keep you silent? to assault you? thoughts rand through your head as he took large, slow steps towards you. as if he was mocking your frightened state. he reached his right hand out towards you, your eyes landed on the silver watch he was wearing. it seemed so similar to the one you had gifted all those years ago..but no way he would still be wearing it, right? before you could even process another thought his hand gripped at your hair, pulling your head back and forcing you to literally stare up at him. the roughness of his grip made you wince in pain..he didn't come here with intentions of being nice and if you didn't realize that person you definitely realized that now. you tried to scream and kick your feet, you knew the tape and rope would stop your attempts and make them useless but you still tried. your screams just came out as diluted, muffled noises. the tape had stopped you from making any loud noises... the chair under your only shook a little but it wasn't enough to lighten the grip inho had on your hair. his dark, soulless eyes stared you down. they were like black orbs, nothing behind them. he grinned at you, like he was watching a cartoon and a character had did something funny. he was laughing at you. he thought this was funny. "you look so stupid, you do know that the tape will just silence all your screams, right? or are you too young and dumb to understand that yet." he tilted his head at you and gave you a mockingly confused expression. he was having the time of his fucking life while you were here, scared for your damn life. you glared at him, trying to intimidate him..doing anything to scare him...trying to find the little humanity in him that feels sympathy was clearly never going to happen. so you had to try another approach..even if it wasn't going to work either... and your suspicions were right ..

he just smiled at you, another mockingly fake smile... he released his hand from the grip he had on your hair and pinched your cheeks, just as roughly as he did with your hair. leaving a red mark when he let go... it was like he was treating you like you were a pouting child, stomping your feet because your mom didn't let you buy the comically huge lollipop you really wanted. "youre not scary sweetie." the pet name made you want to throw up in your mouth. he knew well you were his sister in law but here he was, calling you pet names with his disgusting voice. " you know..ive had my eyes on you since i met you...you're just so gorgeous..and delicate." he took a short but slow walk around u and stopped to stand behind you. his cold hands reached to your face and covered your eyes. you couldn't see anything but you knew he was leaned up in your ear...you could feel his hot breath making you unnervingly uncomfortable. "I just wanna ruin you." your breathe hitched in your throat, he was going to rape you. you know it, you had to fight back, you had to. you couldn't let a man that wasn't your husband put his dick inside you. inho took his cold hands away from your face and walked back in front of you. you glanced down at his crotch and...there was a bulge...he was getting off to your scared shape. he truly was an emotionless sadist.. he held up his index finger to your covered lips. "shh. make any noise and I wont think twice about killing you and your husband." your eyes widened as you heard the last part...that meant your husband was alive..and he knew where he was. you nodded slowly, complying with his words. he ripped the piece of tape off your mouth, causing you to let out a yelp in pain. you stared at him with a frightened face, you realized you had just made a loud sound...you didn't want to die you didn't..you didn't want your husband to die! "I said. be quiet." the truth with inho was, he had already killed your husband..at least he thought he did. only a day ago did he shot junho, causing him to fall off the side of the island...he probably drowned and is floating lifeless in the sea right now.. but you didnt need to know that...and it was clear you weren't even aware. your mouth was shut and you tried to silence your heavy rapid breathing....you really did love your husband..he wanted to steal that love from junhos grasp. he leaned down, his face was now perfectly aligned with yours... you wanted to say something, you wanted to scream and cry but if you did he'd kill you...you knew he would... his left hand started to rub your cheek, it was gentle and warm but it just made you hate it even more...his fake kindness. you hated it. his lips connected with yours, at first it seemed like he was trying to be gentle but it was obvious he had quickly gotten bored of it before he got rough. your teeth were clashing with each other as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. exploring every inch of it before he started to nip at your lips...he was aggressive and messy. everything junho wasn't.. this wasn't the kind of kiss you wanted or craved. you felt like your eyes were sewn shut the way you refused to open them, you didn't want to stare at inho. you just wanted this to end..maybe once it did you'd finally have your husband back. after what felt like hours of making out he has finally took his chapped lips off of your soft ones. a string of saliva connected the two of you as he caught his breath. you opened your eyes to stare at him, they were watery..your tears were pricking at the corners of your eyes as you caught your breath. to inho you eyes were like glass marbles...and he wanted to shatter them into pieces. you took deep breaths in an attempt to calm down. if you were calm it wouldn't be as bad. you read this inside your mind over and over and over again. you just prayed he would use you quickly and then leave... "you know, that day..the day where junho has brought you to our mothers house for my birthday.." his eyes wandered away from you, as if he were recalling the day in exact detail, scene by scene...

his eyes snapped back to yours, holding intense eye contact until he continued his sentence... "when I asked you what you loved most about junho you told me you loved his kindness. you said he was a soft person..an angel in your eyes." he crouched down, staring at you with intense eyes. his sharp features were like daggers, stabbing one by one into your heart. "you told me you loved something about him that I lacked. I'm not a kind person. and right now..you probably think I'm the devil instead of an angel like my brother.." he smiled at you, it was a cold, fake smile. if you touched his face right now it'd probably be ice cold.. "thats how I knew someone like you would never willingly be with a man like me.. but it's okay, I'll just force myself onto you." you started to cry, the salty liquid streamed down from your cheeks to your chin. your eyes were red and puffy, you didn't know what to do. you didn't want to be with this man, you didn't want this. inhos left head reached to your face, this time he squeezed the both of your cheeks so that your lips were puckered at him. "got it, princess?" he leaned in to kiss you again, this time he went aggressive right away. forcing his tongue into your mouth, some of your tears dripped onto his mouth. letting him taste the saltiness of your sadness. and it was delicious.

there you sat, he had freed your ankles from the restraints on the chair. nipping and licking at your clit. you hated this, you couldn't stop crying. you felt disgusting, a man that wasn't your husband was licking and eating your pussy out. why would you let this happen? at this point death felt better than breaking your husbands heart. you lets out cries and soft no's as he slurped your juices. you hated that it felt good, you hated that he knew what he was doing. your moans and mewls filled the room, followed with wet sloppy sounds of spit and cum mixed together. he's been eating you out for what felt like hours, you've probably came like 3 times already. you were getting tired..your legs were shaky, trying to close in on themselves but inhos arms kept them wide open for you. "p-please stop. I don't like thi-this...ah...please..let me go already..please.." you were begging with him, your eyes were shaky, your face was flushed and your lips were wet from his aggressive kisses. god. the scene of you begging for him to stop as he abused your clit was one he wanted engraved in his mind forever. he let go of your pussy with a loud pop, your juices and his spit was all over his mouth and chin. he looked like a wild animal that had just eaten his prey alive. with his sleeve he wiped off the liquid on his face. 'ruining' his all black jacket. "you want me to stop but your cum is all over my face and lips. you want me to stop but you keep moaning. just admit you're a slut for me." you close your eyes shut, shaking your head viciously, you don't want him. you don't want this. you just want your husband to be safe. that's all you want... inho scoffs at you, as if you were lying to his face. maybe he truly did believe you wanted this..that you wanted him.. but you knew it wasn't true, you knew that you loved junho and that you werent fighting back back because you just wanted him back.. you'd break down in tears in his arms once he comes home, you'll explain it when he's home. he'd understand..right..? you were lost in your thoughts, but reality snapped you out of them.. 2 long fingers were inside of your core, curling and pumping in and out... it hurt so much. it was nothing like you were used to, slow paced and gentle..no..it was fast and rough. you let out a cry, you were in so much pain it made you want to go insane. the rope that was still tied around your arms and waist dug into your skin, burning you as you struggled under the restraints..trying to find a way out. it felt like inhos was trying to split you in half, the rough skin on his finger pads only made it worse. but ofcoourse it had to feel good, because he knew what he was doing. even if it was messy, even if it was rough, even if you didn't like it..he knew how to make a woman feel good past all the pain. he tilted his head up towards you, his dark almond eyes burned holes into yours. "you gonna cum?" instead of a question, it felt like a demand. demanding you to answer yes, scaring you into saying yes.. but you didn't say yes, you said no. you shook your head and mouthed no to inho, not daring to say it out loud..and it obviously made him upset. he sneered at you before grabbing is free hand and pinching your clit before speeding the pace of his fingers. this was something you've never felt before, the pleasure finally overshadowed the pain and it felt like he had just forced your orgasm out of your body. your cum coated his digits, leaving a slightly milky white color on them.. you were catching your breath, it was hard to breath..the pain, anxiety and fear were catching up to you...you felt your throat slowly closing on you..you felt like you couldn't even breath enough air to supply your lungs are this point.. you were so caught up in your own world that you didn't even realize how he was pressing against the bulge that was begging to be freed from his trousers..he stared at you with bleak eyes, there was nothing behind them...nothing but desire and want..you were scared witless of what he would do to your poor body next. and whatever it was, you didn't want it

the bed was creaking under you, the same bed you and juho slept in everyday... you legs were pressing onto your stomach, the skin rubbing against each other. inho was slamming his cock in and out of you.. touching spots you didn't even know could be reached before this. you felt horrible for feeling so good. but you didn't want this. you were a crying moaning mess. your nails were digging onto his hands, the ones that were pressing you down. you were begging for him to stop, you didn't want this..you felt like you were being forced into this. with the life of your husband on the line.. inho let go of your left thigh and reached to your neck. his freezing hand sending shivers through your body as he started to choke you whilst pounding in and out of you..destroying your gummy insides. he lowered his face to you and scoffed, you looked so pathetic. crying and sobbing acting like you weren't enjoying his fat cock. why wouldn't you just admit you liked it for once? "acting like youre the victim while my cocks deep inside of you. is this all women do? complain about everything..just admit you like it. I wont tell." you felt so degrading. you were getting fucked by a man you barely knew on the bed your missing husband and you slept on every day at somepoint. using his life against you and now he's blaming you? was it really your fault? could you have just turned him away and still gotten junho back? was that an option that you weren't told about? you started crying, your weak arms pushing against his chest with no avail. you just wanted it to stop, you were in pain and now you're being told its your fault you're in this situation. you can never win. you began to sob louder, begging him to let you go, louder and louder until you were wailing like a stupid baby. your hand grasped at the tight grip he had on your neck, then to his chest to push him away again. "shut up." he snarled before taking off his hand from your neck, he had left a bruise from how hard he was gripping...with the same hand he harshly slapped you. shutting your cries up quickly. a red spot started to quickly form, your skin was now irritated in what felt like every place on your body.. "you're such a slut. taking the dick of a man 20 years older than you on the very bed your husband would sleep on. do you not feel ashamed? hmm?" he hummed at you, waiting for your reply. but you didn't even mutter a word, nothing. you decided you'll just take it with no noise, if you stay quiet up maybe it'll end faster?.. it should...shouldn't it..you were trying to comfort yourself in your head.. "you can keep trying to tell yourself otherwise but youre nothing but a dirty cheater. taking dick like a good girl. this probably isn't the first time youve done this huh?" he laughed at your now soulless face, he was right when he said he wanted to ruin you. he was doing that, and it got worse with every second that passed. "ffuck I'm close. you better cum or else I'll js' keep on using you until you do." you started to tear up, your clit twitching and your hole began to clench around his cock. you felt good, but terrible at the same time..you doubted he was cumming because he thought you felt good though, it was a factor but it was probably your shape that made him so horny. you were sad, in pain...tired... he got off to it so bad. you let out quiet pants and moans, indicating to inho that you were close too. he started to get sloppy, his pace getting even faster as the wet slapping sound of skin filled your ears to the brim. you felt your clit pulsating, begging for release...once you came you'd be free..you'd be...you'd be....be.. "a-aa.. fuck fuck fuckfck fuck! ouOUGH~" you let out loud, filthy moans. probably for the first time that night, instead of your cries it was your moans and whimpers that the room was now brimming with. inho loved the sound of your noises, your cries, moans, everything. God it made him so horny...once he felt you cum all over his cock he let his go through as well. fucking his orgasm into you deeper, and deeper with a loud groan..

he kept moving slowly, fucking you through your orgasm as your breathes calmed down.. "I want to ruin every inch of kindness and hope for humanity you have left in you. you're so perfect. perfect to corrupt.." his hand raised to your cheek and started to rub it 'lovingly'. you had a feeling he wasn't going to let you go like he had told you he would.

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