#and how they feel about this and whats going on for them

[hencheri]

— ENHYPEN & what they’re into !

▸ 18+ mdni.

| pairing. bfs!enhypen x fem!reader

| warnings. daddy kink, allusions to sub/dom dynamics, rough sex (nothing intense but still), squirting, idk very cute stuff overall ngl lol.

| a.n.: in my normie era pls i love it. let me know if i should do more <3 (i probably will anyway)

HEESEUNG — dry humping

having you close to him, still in your clothes, desperately humping each other turns him on to another level. he loves the friction it creates, especially how your clothed pussy rubs over his hard cock back and forth. the extra layers of clothes might be a bother to other people, but to heeseung, it's what makes everything ten times better. it makes you needier, so eager to reach your high and he's happy to help you, grinding his bulge harder against your cunt until you cum. you're always so frail in his arms after, shaking like a leaf, holding tight onto him. then comes his favourite part where he looks at the state of your panties, all soaked in your wetness, pulling them down your legs and revealing your sticky folds that he doesn't wait to push himself in between.

JAY — fingering

if there's one thing that jay loves more than making you cum around his cock, it's making you cum on his fingers. he has you in his lap, legs spread open for him, freely moaning into his ear to go harder, faster, and to please, let you cum. he doesn't let it happen until he's certain you're completely ruined, drunk on his fingers thrusting inside of you and repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. "were you a good girl to daddy, today?" he asks, wanting you to comply to all of his demands, to say yes just because you need to cum so badly. you dumbly nod your head, promise jay that, yes, you were good to him today and he makes sure to reward you, letting you cum around his fingers while he kisses down your neck.

JAKE — hair pulling

it goes both ways; you gripping his locks tightly as he eats you out or him holding your hair as he pounds into you from behind. he thrills on the feeling of your fingers pulling on his hair when the pleasure is too much. you have to grip something, anything, and the first thing you reach is his head of black hair. he always hisses through his teeth when you accidentally pull a little too roughly, but he doesn't mind it at all, he loves it. it's the same thing when he has his cock into you, his hips slamming into your ass, having a fistful of your hair and shoving your head into the pillow to muffle down your moans or bring you in for a messy kiss.

SUNGHOON — anal

he's really obsessed with anal since always. if his porn search history isn't enough to tell, sleeping with him is. the first time he's with you, he's already talking about it; "what do you think about it?", "would you like to try?", "is it something you think you could enjoy?", and because you're as perverted as your boyfriend, of course you like it. he knows it's a process, but he's willing to do all that it takes to finally be able to fuck your ass. it doesn't stop there, though—sunghoon wants to eat your ass, too. there's just something about your moans, how melodic they sound, and your legs thrown over his shoulders, licking your rim while he circles your clit with his thumb. or the sight of your ass dripping from his cum, your poor cunt neglected as it clenches at the pace of your heartbeat. saying he's obsessed is an understatement—he's in love with it.

SUNOO — head

oral sex is simply sunoo's thing—you could even say he's an expert at it. making you feel good with his tongue is what he loves the most, really. there's nothing better than the sweet taste of your pussy in his mouth, licking and sucking like he would when kissing you. he doesn't use his fingers a lot, he prefers to make you cum solely with his mouth, but when he does, it always ends in a big, big mess. so that's why when he brings out a towel and places it underneath you, you know you're in for something intense. he loves to make you feel good, almost euphoric, because you praise him so much and you're so grateful to him after. sunoo's surely not against receiving either—after all the love he gives to your pussy, it's only fair you do the same for him.

JUNGWON — hickeys

he's a biter, and what's his favourite thing to bite? you. you always feel so soft against him, so small and perfect, he just has to bite you and leave his mark behind. your thighs, your breasts, your neck, your arms... he needs to suck on every patch of skin he sees on you. you're his girlfriend and he loves you—it's his way of cherishing you. but as much as he likes to mark you in love bites, he literally melts under your touch. jungwon's so whiny when you kiss him down his neck, so needy as your kisses turn into bites. they're sweet and soft like you, it tickles, and you're so cute trying to leave hickeys on him. he always pushes your hips down when you're straddling him, making you feel his hard cock through his clothes, tilting his head to the side to expose more of his neck to you.

NIKI — making-out

it may sound boring or simple, but to niki, making-out is the total opposite of that... it's hot, wet, desperate and his favourite thing ever to do with you. he loves foreplay before anything, he could honestly only do that instead of sex and he'd be just as satisfied. you get so grabby when you're kissing; your fingers passing through his long hair or clenching around his t-shirt. niki gets as equally touchy, if not more. he's bold enough to sneak his hands under your top, even into your pants. you don't mind it—on the contrary, you like it so much. when his fingers ghost over your clothed pussy, you inevitably whine into his mouth, pressing your body closer to his if it's even possible at this point. niki loves to feel the heat of your cunt against him, and it's even better when he has his tongue in your mouth, his teeth biting your lips. he wants to be in charge, be the dominant one and guide you, but he quickly loses track of his thoughts once you start grinding your hips against his.

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a.n.: i still don't write for sunoo but i wanted to include him in this anyway <3 pls let me know what you think about these, should i make more for other groups?? again, i'd appreciate it so much if you could reblog/comment or send an ask, wtv you're the most comfortable with. it might seem short but it really took me a lot of time to write lol!! ty <33

[mooningningg]

notes, ya'll been fighting for who likes my roomie sukuna more. (also taglists are full guys, im soooo sorry)

★ Roommate!Sukuna when his friends heard you both all night.

The apartment smells like burnt toast, cheap coffee, and last night’s regret.

You shuffle into the kitchen with your hoodie half-on, socks sliding against the floor as you dig around the drawer for a spoon. Your throat is scratchy. Your thighs ache in a way you’re trying not to think about. But mostly, you’re just trying to survive the morning without—

“Oh look,” Gojo says loudly from the kitchen island, raising his coffee cup in a mock toast, “the noisemaker’s awake.”

You blink. Stare. Regret existing.

On his left, Suguru sips from his mug like he’s watching an ancient tragedy unfold.

They’re both still here. Of course they are.

You forgot Sukuna invited them over after last night’s rehearsal — a blur of beers, loud music, and your poor judgment crawling into bed with him again. You thought maybe they left early this morning. Or died in their sleep.

Clearly not.

“Why the hell are you still here?” you mutter, moving to the counter.

Gojo beams. “Your couch is disturbingly comfortable. Plus, I wanted to personally ask you what song was playing last night while you were screaming your lungs out.”

Suguru adds without looking up, “I Shazamed it, but all I could hear was the headboard.”

You groan into your bowl of cereal.

Before you can throw yourself into traffic, he walks in.

Sukuna. Half-dressed. Tattoos on display. Sweatpants hanging criminally low. One hand running through his bedhead as the other opens the fridge.

You feel the shift in the room instantly. Like gravity’s heavier.

He doesn’t even look at you. He just yanks open the fridge door, scoffs at the lack of Gatorade, and slams it shut again. “Where the fuck’s my drink?”

“Good morning to you, too,” you mutter, not looking up.

Gojo snickers behind his cup. “Tense in here. Roommates fighting?”

You roll your eyes. “We’re not fighting.”

“Ah,” Suguru says. “So you’re just roommates who scream each other’s names into the night. Got it.”

You shoot him a glare. “Nothing’s happening.”

“Right, right,” Gojo says, nodding. “I, too, have screamed my roommate’s name while slapping the walls. Very platonic.”

Sukuna finally turns, his jaw sharp with irritation. “You two got a fuckin’ problem?”

Gojo raises his brows innocently. “We’re just making observations.”

“Well how ‘bout you observe the front door and get the fuck out.”

Suguru sips. “That’s not very host-like of you.”

“Not a host,” Sukuna growls, walking past them to your side of the counter. His hand comes up to grab a cup from above your head — unnecessarily close. His chest brushes your shoulder. His voice lowers. “You make this shit yet?”

You tilt your head up. “Do I look like your barista?”

He smirks. “No. You look like someone who’s still sore from last night.”

You flush instantly. “Don’t talk like that with them here.”

“Why? They heard it all already.”

“Jesus christ,” you mutter, pushing him away with a hand to his chest.

But instead of backing off, he grabs your wrist. Casual. Possessive. Like it means nothing.

Gojo watches, eyes glinting. “You know,” he says thoughtfully, “for two people who aren’t together, you fight like a couple.”

Suguru hums. “And fuck like one, apparently.”

You finally snap. “We’re not together. He’s— He’s my roommate.”

Sukuna lets go of your wrist. Slowly. Then he steps back and looks at you, jaw ticking.

“Say that again,” he mutters.

You blink. “Say what?”

He points between you. “That I’m just your roommate.”

“I mean…” You falter. “Technically, you are.”

The silence drags. Then Sukuna laughs—sharp and humorless.

“Right,” he mutters, storming toward the table. “Just your roommate. That why I’m the only one you come crawling to when you're needy as fuck?”

You freeze.

Gojo raises his eyebrows. Suguru still doesn’t flinch.

“You wanna play dumb? Fine,” Sukuna says, spinning a chair and straddling it backward as he stares you down. “But don’t pretend like it’s just sex when you’re moaning my name like you fuckin’ mean it.”

You stare, heart pounding. “You’re being an asshole.”

“I’m being honest.”

He turns to Gojo and Suguru, chin lifting.

“Y’know what her problem is?” he says, loud and clear. “She’s too fuckin’ loud when I’m bein’ nice.”

Gojo almost chokes on his toast.

Suguru finally cracks a grin. “We figured.”

You, meanwhile, are dying. Slowly. Internally combusting.

“Fuck all of you,” you mutter, turning to leave.

Sukuna just grins after you, biting into a slice of bread like he won the war.

Because maybe he did.

You were halfway back to your room before he yells, “HEY. I’m still makin’ breakfast! You want eggs or what?”

“…Scrambled.”

“Atta girl.”

Suguru shakes his head.

Gojo smirks. “Roommates, huh?”

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[mumblesplash]

i feel like we can’t really talk any shit about birds who get tagged by scientists becoming extra desirable to other birds bc like imagine if someone was abducted by aliens and given a mysterious unbreakable bracelet. and then when you ask them about it they get this complicated and distant look in their eyes and admit they don’t know what it is but the aliens put it on them and they can’t take it off no matter how hard they try. and you go oh that must have been terrifying and their expression softens a bit and they say it was, but it made them realize just how precious our brief time on earth really is, and they don’t know when they’ll be taken again but it’ll probably be for good this time so until that day they want to live every moment to the fullest, watch every sunrise, cherish every beautiful thing. then they reach over and gently pluck a fallen leaf out of your hair, and for a second you’re distracted by the dazzling shimmer of the cuff around their arm but then you realize they’ve been looking at you with this soft sort of smile on their face so you lean closer and idk the point is i think it would work on us too probably

[pukicho]

I know they came out like a whole month ago but have you played or watched the new chapters of deltarune? 3 and 4 I mean.

I played Act 1 of Deltarune when the demo released five years ago and to be honest, I didn't really like it. It felt juvenile to me, it lacked the balance and mood and confidence that Undertale had in its writing. Even the music felt less confident to my ears. To be even more cynical, it simply felt superfluous, especially because Undertale already existed.

Mind you, I played Undertale the day it came out, so I've been a fan for a long time - I even made some shitty Undertale remixes back in the day - but I guess I thought I had simply outgrown Toby's writing style and humor by the time Deltarune came out, and merely accepted that I was not going to engage with it any further.

Despite a feeling of melancholy, I was still glad to see Toby making games for people to enjoy, but I was out.

Anyways, I decided to play Chapters 2, 3, and 4 a month ago out of boredom, and it turns out, I was WRONG. ABOUT THE WHOLE THING.

I genuinely believe that if he manages to stick the landing for the remaining 3 chapters this will become my single-favorite story ever told in a video game. Perhaps that seems a bit extreme, but it isn't. This game really is a roided-out version of Undertale. Stronger in every way, Improved across the board, and boy, that Toby, he's still got it.

I don't know how he manages to imbue his characters with so much LIFE - they're so tangible and earnestly-written - Susie especially, what a good character. Usually, I struggle to endear myself AT ALL to the characters in a story, even really well-written ones - because I'm a sack of shit - but somehow, here I am caring about Toby's purple dinosaur and goat.

I want to talk about the instanced-dialogue system in Deltarune: It's really fucking impressive. Apart from the dialogue itself being extremely well-realized in chapters 2-3-4, It's staggering how many variations on a given-scene there are based on small, seemingly-innocuous decisions made by the player during a given playthrough. I guarantee you, new bits of dialogue will be discovered years down the line that are only triggered by super specific criteria, because toby is just like that.

Every section of the game feels rife with hidden interaction. It gives the game a very mysterious element that only doubles in mysteriousness as you delve deeper into Deltarune's hidden nooks and crannies. Some secrets in Deltarune are so abstract that I almost feel like we're hitting Yume Nikki-levels of low fidelity RPG-maker weirdness, and I love that.

The music is also good.

Tobert successfully straddles the line between absurdity and sincerity so confidently in Deltarune that things that SHOULD be cringe-inducing simply end up feeling charming and whimsical instead. The story is good, the characters are good, the deeper themes and secret allusions are much more mature and complex than I had expected them to be, and I am very impressed by the writing in general, and the level of quality it reaches. And of course, the gameplay is just Undertale, so it fucking rocks.

That sly fox did it again.

[kdh-tally]

Saja Boys x Manager!Reader

Prompt : 9 minutes and 42 seconds of the Saja Boys falling for their manager

Author's Note : Since my “10 mins of Rumi and Jinu parenting Baby and Zoey” went well I wanted to make another but with the Saja Boys and their manager!! Tried my best to make this gender Neutral!!! If i missed anything let me know (I'm half asleep writing this)

[“WELCOME TO : 6 times the Saja Boys fell for Y/N (their manager) in 9 minutes and 42 seconds”] [Intro Music : “Gabriela” by EYE-KONS plays in the background] 📝 Narrated by: delulu4rujinu (what my u-tube user would be)

Time Stamp [00:08] [Scene: The Saja Boys being forced to do minimum wage jobs. ] Youtuber’s Caption (YC) : “This is specifically Y/n and Romance at Sephora”

There was an extremely long line leading out of the building and around the street. Why? Romance from the Saja Boys was currently running a free make up program. 

He and the other boys had been forced to split up, with each member being forced into minimum wage jobs for a day. He, however, had been sent to his happy place. A beauty store.

Y/N watched in exhaustion as customer after customer came in, begging the man for advice on what they could possibly do to help with their appearance. “Thank Heavens he isn’t an actual make up artist,” they sighed, rubbing the incoming headache out of your forehead. “These poor people would go broke so quickly.” YC : “They’re not wrong 😭”

As the day came to an end and the store closed its doors to the public, Romance came up behind his pretty manager, wrapping his arms around her torso, his face buried in their neck. Y/n, already used to this behavior, ruffled his hair as she texted instructions on what the remaining boys should do while home alone. 

“That didn’t go too bad right pretty?” The man hummed contentedly. 

“You surprisingly made a decent amount of money,” y/n praised him, turning off their phone and planting a kiss on his cheek. “Good job cutie”

Romance stood, fully stunned, as they walked off. Receiving any form of affection from the normally stoic manager was an achievement worthy of bragging about. So he quickly pulled out his phone, immediately contacting the boys group chat.

Romeo :  Y/n called me cute and gave me a kiss🤤

Spicy Baybie :  So... I think it’s about time we pushed you off a bridge! 

Furry :  Define kiss

Romeo :  Physical contact through lips

Furry :  As in their lips on yours?

Romeo : …. I mean….

#1 WWE Champ :  Man got a kiss on the cheek and went crazy 💀

Time Stamp [01:32 ] [Scene: Baby refusing to eat. ] YC : “That time Baby forced Y/n to feed him cause he was 'injured' ”

Baby was live for the first time in days. There had been no real reason for his random disappearances, he just didn’t feel like going live. Prior to him setting up the stream, he had asked the Pride what they would like to see him do.

The amount of people who begged him to do a spicy food mukbang was incredibly high and so he got to preparing. “Hello Pride~” he cooed at the camera before panning the view around the kitchen. 

Comments flooded the chat as the fans took note of their manager sitting comfortably on the kitchen counter. As he placed the phone on its stand, giving it a good view of where they would be working, he continued to talk, “Today, Y/n-ie and I are gonna be making spicy food for my mukbang later.”

“Hold on what? I never agreed to-”

“Anyways,” he smiled, clapping his hands together to silence his manager, who was staring at him in disbelief. “Let’s begin shall we?" YC : “The way none of them ever let Y/N finish their sentences bro 💀”

Though they hadn’t agreed at first, Y/n decided to help out with the cooking process. Chopping and mixing whatever Baby needed mixing. As he moved to stir the pot of spicy ramen, he had underestimated how hot the metal spoon would be and ended up burning himself. 

“Baby!” y/n gasped, quickly moving his hand under the tap to run over lukewarm water that she slowly turned to completely cold. She pulled out a healing balm from one of the cupboards before applying it to his hands. “You sit here, I’ll finish the rest” she ordered.

Baby nodded, it didn’t really hurt—demon powers and all—but he didn’t mind letting his pretty manager pamper him a bit.  YC : “He’s actually a child 😭🙁”

Y/n was quick to finish the food. She plated it neatly in front of the boy before stepping out of frame. He merely looked at her, easily forgetting he was live, before pointing at his injured hand with his good one. “I can't eat”

“Why Baby?”

“I’m right handed.” Unfortunately, his right hand was the one that was injured. That was how Y/n ended up feeding him every bite of his meal, the boy was kicking his feet under the table as he ate.

Spicy Baybie :  Okay so what kissed your cheek? She literally fed me a whole damn meal 😋

Romeo :  You could've done it yourself I know for a FACT you weren’t even hurt 😒

Spicy Baybie :  Womp Womp Loser

Time Stamp [03:45 ] [Scene: Y/n doing Mystery’s hair. ] YC : “Y/N wanted to try a new hairstyle on someone"

You know that feeling when you watch a five minute tutorial on how to do absolutely anything on youtube and then you all of a sudden feel as though you’re an expert in whatever you were trying to do?

That was Y/n. They had just watched a tutorial on making a wolfcut and needed to practice on someone. Now, all the demons were fortunately able to grow their hair back at alarming rates, but it also meant any of the five would be perfect test subjects.

As they walked into the dorm lounge, their eyes narrowed on their target. “Mystery~ You wanna help me out?” 

Said boy looked up from his nintendo switch, eyes barely peeking out from behind his thick bangs. He said nothing but simply nodded in agreement. Beaming, Y/n moved to sit behind him on the couch as he sat on the floor. 

She already had her scissors and comb so she was ready. She gently laid the boys head back so it rested between her thighs before she began to cut layers into his hair. At this point, Mystery had turned off his switch to focus on the feeling of their hands running through his hair. 

“You don’t mind me doing this right?” she double checked as she evened out the side layers before parting his bangs so she could see his eyes. They were sharp but gentle and very expressive, but he nodded. 

“I don’t mind,” his voice rang out through the room. Y/n nodded before continuing and quickly finishing up. 

They pulled out a mirror from who knows where to place in front of the boy. He looked at his reflection, running a hand through his new haircut, he actually liked it. His eyes were a lot more visible now but he didn’t mind.  YC : “The hairstyle ATE DOWN you guys 😩”

“Thanks Y/n” 

“No problem! Call me if you ever want your hair done again,” they grinned before heading off to learn another tutorial. 

Furry :  [Selfie image of his head between Y/n’s thighs as she does his hair]

Spicy Baybie :  Choke Die Suffocate

#1 WWE Champ :  All in favour of kicking him out of the group say “i”

Time Stamp [05:16 ] [Scene: Y/n allowing Abby to sleep on her. ] YC : “I’d let him sleep on me too not gonna lie”

Y/n laid at peace on the living room couch. They had finished organizing the boys schedule for the next few weeks and was taking a well deserved nap. The boys had entered, taken pictures of their cute manager, and headed in their own directions. 

All of them except Abby. He had gone to his room, changed into pyjama bottoms, he could never find a comfortable top, and headed back to the living room. Without saying a word, he gently scooped his unknowing manager up, laid down under them, and placed them back on his chest. YC : "I want a personal teddy bear too :/"

He prayed they wouldn’t wake up or berate him and it seems as though his prayers were heard. Y/n cuddled closer to the new source of warmth that was being provided, humming in content once they got comfortable. 

Abby wrapped his hands around her waist before letting himself fall asleep as well. It couldn’t get better than this.

#1 WWE Champ :  [Image of Y/n sleeping on him (his face is in the photo and he’s smirking at the camera)] Probably wish you could be me huh?

Jinu-us (Genius 😉) :  When will it be my turn?

#1 WWE Champ :  Try again in maybe 400 life times?

Spicy Baybie :  They still wouldn’t want him then 💀

Romeo :  Jinu, are you going to take that disrespect from children???

Jinu-us (Genius 😉) :  I’m not trying to get banned like Mystery 🧍

Time Stamp [07:21 ] [Scene: Y/n in Jinu’s clothes] YC : “Y/n and Jinu switched outfits”

The boys were live again, this time it was Jinu and Mystery. They seemed to be bonding over losing their group chat privileges. Mystery stayed interacting with the fans and reading comments while Jinu scrolled through tiktok. 

“Could you do the outfit switch trend?” Mystery read a question out loud before looking to his leader, “You know what that is?”

Jinu shook his head before searching it up, Mystery watching next to him. It seemed to be a trend where k-idols would switch clothes with their managers. Jinu’s eyes sparkled as he realized it was going to be his turn to have a cute moment with Y/n. 

He immediately sought them out, Mystery walking slowly behind him. “Y/n! We need to–”

“Switch outfits I know,” they motioned to their phone in hand where they watched the live steam. 

“You watch my lives 🥺”

“I watch all of your lives. Now are we going to do this or?”

He nodded and they both went ahead to change. As Y/n stepped back out into the camera view, the couldn’t help but get a bit nervous. Jinu was a pretty tall guy, so even the small t-shirt he had on completely engulfed Y/n’s slightly shorter frame.

His pants were too large for them so they had to hold them up by the waist. Overall, they looked like a “wannabe hiphop musician from 1995,” Mystery let out a huff of amusement.  YC : "Guy's I didn't know Mystery had jokes like that-"

Jinu was no better. Fortunately for him, Y/n usually walked around in big shirts and comfortable sweatpants. However, it was quite the fit on him, staying tight in inconvenient places. 

However he couldn’t care less. Simply watching Y/n laugh at him in his clothes filled his heart with that warm fuzzy feelings all of the boys got when around their manager. Gosh they were down bad.

Spicy Baybie :  Jinu embarrassed himself on live stream. Again! Your mom must be so disappointed :(  Oh wait–

Jinu-us (Genius 😉) :  I should've left you in the pits of hell with Gwi-ma

Romeo :  That’s actually crazy 🙁 Apologize to Jinu, his mom and his sister Oh wait–

Jinu-us (Genius 😉) :  I’m going to steal Rumi’s weapon and kill all of you myself.

Time Stamp [9:42] [“Thanks for watching!! Don’t forget to like, comment, and send some love to Y/n so they don’t die 💋😉🙏”] [Outro Music: “New Jeans” by Bunies]

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine getting married to Caleb ft. non-mc reader.

Imagine you did not even remember when you stopped breathing. One second, you were standing beneath the soft glow of the chapel lights, heart beating inside your chest like something caged but still hopeful and before you even knew it, time simply stopped.

Imagine the string quartet has been playing the same piece over and over again and now it sounds less like music and more like an apology.

Imagine the aisle is long. Beautiful and lined with white flowers and people who love you or at least pretend to and all of them are watching you. Watching as the minutes keep ticking.

Imagine twelve minutes have passes on and then, eighteen. Twenty seven.

Imagine, He's not coming. Thats the thought that slices through you like a blade and you hate it. Hate that your brain dares to whisper it before your heart is ready to accept it. But you’ve already scanned the room three times, and every time your eyes pass over the empty double doors, the weight in your chest grows heavier. Like your ribs are closing in on themselves.

Imagine Leanne's voice, your friend finally cuts through the hush beside you. "Hey." She whispers. "Let's go wait in the back for a minute, okay? Just... Just to breathe. Okay?" You nod or maybe you didn't. Maybe she just leads you and your body follows because it doesn't know what else to do.

Imagine as she takes your arm, you hear the first real whisper that makes your stomach drop. "MC isn't here either." Your legs almost give out. Not from fear. Not from heartbreak. From recognition. MC. Of course.

Imagine she was supposed to be here hours ago. You had texted her when your makeup was done. She did not respond. But that wasn't weird. She had probably been caught up with something. Probably helping Caleb. Helping Caleb. That phrase alone makes your stomach churn now.

Imagine you could feel the crack forming somewhere deep inside. Small. Quiet. But real. More voices follow. "They were at the base together this morning…" "They always had something, didn't they?" "He probably ran to the one person who knows him best." "It's always the best friend."

Imagine the way tbe pain doesn't come in one sudden blow. It comes in pieces. Slow. Deliberate. Like someone's peeling your skin off inch by inch.

Imagine you blink at Leanne as she tries to close the dressing room door behind you, blocking out the whispers. You think she says something, but you're already gone inside your own head.

Imagine as you sat in the middle of the sofa, gown spread out like wasted silk around you. Your hands won't stop shaking. Your bouquet lies forgotten on the floor. Your phone shows one voicemail from this morning.

Apple: No matter what happens, I love you.

5:13 a.m.

Imagine what the fuck does that even mean? Your hands tighten. Your breath comes out in sharp, humiliating gasps. That's not a message from someone running late. That's a goodbye. That's a pre written excuse. That's a coward's escape route.

but Imagine Caleb is not a coward. Is he? God, no. He's not. You love him. You know him. He had never... But she was always there. MC. Always just close enough. Always just understanding enough. Never stepping over the line but never quite behind it either.

and Imagine you trusted her. You liked her. Hell, you thought of her as a friend. She zipped you into this very dress three days ago and told you you looked like a walking promise. And now she's gone. Alongside him.

and Imagine for one gut wrenching second. Just one, you imagine them together. Caleb kissing her temple. MC whispering. "You deserve better than a life that cages you." Caleb agreeing. Caleb choosing freedom. Choosing someone who understands the scars you never earned the right to ask about.

Imagine you hate yourself. You hate yourself for even thinking about it. Because that's not MC. That's not Caleb.

but Imagine the doubt is there now. And doubt, once it takes root, doesn't care how much you believe.

Imagine you slam your phone face-down. You pull at the pins in your hair. You press your hands to your mouth to muffle the sound of your breathing, because if you let yourself speak, it'll turn into a scream.

"Why wasn't I enough?" That's the question that breaks you.

Imagine you hate it. You hate yourself for the shadows in your heart. You hate the silence that Caleb's absence has left behind. And most of all, you hate that you might never get your forever.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: caleb when I catch you-!!!!

[gay-dorito-dust]

reader being besties with huntrix while somehow gaining the attention and getting befriended by saja boys, only for reader to choose bobby when the two groups argue who reader is closest and should be solely hanging out with and asks reader which group they prefer

'They've spent the entire day in the bathhouse with you! it's our quality time with them!' Romance said as he pulled you towards him and the boys, whereas Zoey gripped your other hand and tugged you towards herself, Mira and Rumi, her face contorted into one of distain.

'And you've hogged them for far longer then agreed upon last time!' Zoey said in defense as Abby raised his brow at her.

'I don't recall that ever being the case, you're must making it up to make you seem better in their eyes.' He tells her as he crosses his arms over his chest, Mystery and Baby backing him up with noises of agreement, whereas Jinu remained quiet as he watched Rumi, who was staring back at him with a levelling glare.

'You tried to lock us out of the room when the movie night was over!' Mira exclaimed, pointing at Abby and Romance. 'You were going off of techicalities and kept pulling some bullshit in order to hog them for longer, so why is it any different when we decided to take a page out of your own book?' She adds as Zoey backs her up.

You in the meanwhile wanted to go home, hating how whenever you spent time with either group the others became jealous and would go out of their way to sabotage your day out, whether it'd be by joining you and the group you were with at the time or just straight up kidnapping you to do something else. It wasn't your choice to schedule who had you for the day, that was all Zoey and Romance, and it was all agreed upon by everyone but you should've known better then for them to actually stand by their agreement if it meant spending a second longer with you.

So arguments like these were unfotunately common place for you and all you could do was hope for an out, an easy escape so that Saja Boys and Huntrix can continue to go for the others throats, whereas you'd be elsewhere to treat yourself for being close friends with two of the most successful idol groups within the industry. People would asume that being close to Huntrix and Saja Boys was a blessing, they're wrong becuase while it had it's advantages such as getting to be backstage for most of their performances to celebrate later with them, it was also a nightmare when both groups want your attention and take you out constantly.

There was never a day for yourself. You didn't get to have quality time for yourself without either Zoey making an reason for you to hang out with her, Mira and Rumi at a local ramen shop on the fly, or when Romance or Abby would bring you back to the apartment to hang out with them. You were more often found staying in either groups apartments more often then you were at your own home, so much so that you were pretty sure half of your stuff were with Zoey, Mira and Rumi, and the other half of your stuff was with the Saja Boys.

You loved both groups dearly as you considered both of them your best friends, people you could always rely on in times of adversity or just when you didn’t feel good in your own skin, they were there to uplift you and remind you of who you were and what you were was special and unique. However their idea that you could only primarily hang out with one group was utterly ridiculous, it was almost as if you were within a love triangle, but only if that love triangle consisted of about eight other people who were fighting for your attention and undivided love.

The jealously Zoey, Mira and Rumi have when you with the boys was subtle but you could tell that there was a sense of something else just beneath the surface. That and how they seemed to close in on every side of you, as though they were caging you between the three of them, all three women pressed against your sides and back as they glared at the five boys as though they had something they didn’t want you to contract in the slightest. The same could be said about Saja Boys, who didn’t bother to hide their jealously and some -Abby and Romance- would make it known as though it wasn’t obvious while others -Jinu and Baby- would make their jealously known through their body language instead.

You swore they all acted like children fighting over a toy, practically stepping over one another just to have a couple of minutes with you, brag about it to the others before someone else within their respective groups wanted a piece of you out of envy. You were tired of it after a couple of months when you first got to know them, now you were just exhausted having to reply to the same questions over and over again, you were only doing so as to not cause further conflict at first but now you’ve grown to realise that conflict will happen regardless of your answer; having always been talked over afterwards as another argument erupted between the rival groups.

‘(Name)?’ Mira asked, nudging your shoulder.

‘Hmmm?’ You looked up, noticing that all the attention was on you now. ‘What?’

‘Who’s your favourite group.’ Baby asked.

‘It’s us isn’t it.’ Abby said, which pissed Mira and Zoey off as they told him to shut up and wear a shirt that didn’t look as though it was on the verge of ripping, Abby only shrugs and mutters. ‘Jealous much’ under his breath.

‘Just tell us whose your favourite group is, which is us, so we can get this one sided competition over with.’ Rumi said, pulling Mira and Zoey back before they could lunge at Abby as he was looking back at them with a smug grin. It was at this moment where you spotted Bobby coming into the room with drinks for the girls and sprinted towards him, crushing him into a massive hug.

‘Bobby! My saviour, my favourite person alive! I’m so glad to see you!’ You said as you clung onto the confused manager as he awkwardly pats your back, looking at the two idol groups whom were looking at him with unreadable expressions.

‘What’s going on here?’ Bobby asked you in a low whisper, not liking the looks he was getting as he sets aside the drinks on a nearby table, your hug might’ve knocked him back a little but he was an expert in not allowing a single drink from spilling over, expertly regaining his balance and his grip on the drinks as though he’s done this a thousand times before.

‘They’re arguing.’ You whispered back, tired and in need of a change of scenery.

‘Again?’ He says with a sigh, rubbing your back as you cuddled yourself closer to him. ‘You poor soul, not use to such attention still?’

‘No, can we get out of here, just me and you?’ You said as you removed yourself from his neck, seeing his eyes softened as he took your hand in his, giving it a squeeze in reassurance and comfort that you’ve been needing for hours.

‘Of course we can.’ Bobby responded as he pulled you out of the room with him and towards the door, though not before looking over at Zoey, Mira, Rumi and the Saja Boys and saying. ‘Me and (name) are going out, we both in need of relaxing and thankfully I know the perfect spa, and would you look at that there’s two reservations left what a coincidence.’ He smiles at you as he shows you his phone screen, telling the truth about the spa and the reservations that he seemingly made on the fly. You heaved a sigh of relief.

‘So come on my dear our mud baths and deep massages await.’ He tells you and without a second thought you grabbed your keys and left with Bobby, very much in need of that deep massage more than anything, maybe you should even get to go in the sauna for the hell of it and swear your stress and exhaustion away.

Meanwhile both Huntrix and Saja Boys were left to realise that you had chosen Bobby -someone who wasn’t even an option- over both of them, but in retrospect they could understand why you did and held a temporary truce for your sake, but sooner or later you would be once again asked the same question; who’s your favourite group.

[kyri45]

✨Spicynoodles Bio Parents AU Q&A! 01/07✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach/Spicynoodles Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@monkeyqueen2012 ha chiesto: So we get to see when Kai's grandparents absolutely kick the s*** out of the Ninja' villains? Or a scenario where Kai's family has to say him and the ninjas from the villains and get to see the villain s*** their pants?

we will get badass MK and RedSon protecting Kai, yes. Not really the rest of the fam for now.

@lulushadowpeach ha chiesto: I have a question so since Kai is Spicynoodles fanchild wouldn't that mean nya is Kai step sister?

in a way? but they are still sibling, full bio or not.

@jumpy-buggy-33 ha chiesto: I am curious who proposed: MK or Red Son?

RedSon, mostly because MK allowed him to cause he knew that would make him happy.

@cjtuy ha chiesto: Has red son and mk been on any cute dates yet like a movie night with their favorite snacks or a cute dinner date

oh yeah plenty. They prefer cozy dates where both are in bed, sorrounded by snaks and tv drama.

@lulushadowpeach ha chiesto: Question what do you think Mk and Red son will react when they see Kai their son again?

similar to HTTYD 2 in a way

@stonefox1130 ha chiesto: Okay, so, in your Bio Parents UA, have shadopeach officially said they love each other? Other than saying they forgive each other.

not on the comic, but off-screen yeah.

@pettrainer ha chiesto: Wu is peach, Mac is plum, and Ju ( don’t know how to spell the baby name ) is apricot. Does MK have a cute fruit nickname?

Mango?

@asexual-not-asexual-detective ha chiesto: How did the little monkey buddies on flower fruit mountain react to new baby apricot? Do they call her princess? How did they react to Macaque officially coming back as Wukongs mate? Is he their queen? Other King?

Yes they call her princess. Macaque coming back was like a long-awaited tv-drama character return, they all knew Wukong was still simping hard for him

@wolfsonic ha chiesto: Not me realizing Mk and Red Son are gonna have the same situation with Kai that WuKong and Macaque had with Mk. They don't see their son grow up. Like at least they get to spend however many years, so Red and Mk have his younger years with him, but if they ever see Kai again, he's gonna be a grown adult. Not the baby they remember. I know their situations were different, and Macaque and WuKong were not even equipped to handle a kid, but Mk and Red probably prepared for Kai, and then he's just gone. I'm so scared to learn what Mk and Red's reaction to their son just going missing.

yup, but MK more than anyone else will be understanding of his son situation.

@kingofthe7sins ha chiesto: Hey Kyri, what are your thoughts about Kai (through multiversal shenanigans) meeting over ninja teams, like the Ninja Turtles and their dynamics with each other? since the Four Turtles have similar personalities as Kai and the other ninjas

we aren't really going to that specific universe but i guess they would be bonding pretty quickly

@shortstack-pancakes ha chiesto: Hello!! I saw the ask about Kai’s demon features, so I have a follow up question if it hasn’t been asked before. If Nya is Mei’s daughter, would she have some dragon ish features or qualities/aspects?

yes and she already have experienced them all the times after she became a dragon, they aren't a permanent feature on her but they appear when she uses her power a lot, similar to Mei

@doggodonut12 ha chiesto: Hi! I just want to say I love your art- And ask a small question about future MK- like when Redson and MK have Kai- and even after that. Like what do they wear? Do they wear what they wore for the painting usually? I feel like MK would still wear some casual clothes with some traditional elements? I just want to know if their style would ever change in your au

They wear some hanfu and normal training outfit when at home, and their normal modern clothing when hanging out in Megapolis

@sierracarl ha chiesto: For the spicynoodles bioparents au, Kai would probably have a chinese birth name. So may I suggest... Jinfeng. Jin(金): meaning gold Feng(凤): meaning phoenix or wind I like the tie-in to Iron Fan with the wind thing. Thank you for your consideration. Also, your comic got me into LMK because it's so good and I wanted to know what was going on.💛

We are sticking to their canon name. Also Kai is a gender-neutral chinese name meaning victory (凯)

@cheshire61 ha chiesto: Why can my brain just hear Kai going to Redson and MK after a kid like steals a toy or something while at a park "Father, Baba, I crave violence." And MK is just like "No Kai, No Violence" while Red Son just really wants to say go for it?

they would answer at the same time opposite answer and then they would stare at each other like "what?"

@nica0509 ha chiesto: Mei and Lloyd as distant cousins? Perhaps the dragon father/mother of the first spinjitzu master had as a sibling a Mei ascendant dragon.

I mean.... there are tons of dragons, not all of them are related but yeah there can be the possibility

@darkshadow-lightpeach ha chiesto: This has me wondering… and I have a feeling that you already have a Mystic monkey design for Kai😭 or maybe a bull design? Like Redson? But it’s probably gonna be a mix of both and I have a feeling that it is a mix of both😭

yup, slightly more RedSon than MK but still a mix.

@estellardreams ha chiesto: Since your next series is gonna be Ninjago Dragons Rising x LMK I have a question... Are there gonna be ships from Dragon's rising in this or are you gonna keep that under wraps for now?

Not yet. I WILL keep a little bit of canon Jaya since in Dragon Rising is still relevant but other than that nothing too centered.

@shay-bug ha chiesto: How do you feel about the headcannon of kai adopting wyldfyre? Also, do you like wyldfyre? She's my favorite character!

I love wyldfire! even though I'm still in denial over the fact she already has a boyfriend. Like no. She's my baby. she's too young wdym

@amalgamorph ha chiesto: Was Kai's name always Kai or did MK and Red Son call him something different?

other than nicknames, they called him Kai.

[madamechrissy]

Veiled Secrets

art is by @3-aem they're insanely talented 🥹

pairings- emperor! gojo x arranged empress! reader

summary -you've been set to marry the new emperor Satoru Gojo, but he wants nothing to do with all of that, he doesn't even come to your first meeting - rude! No, he must bathe with his concubines, but when he sees you for the first time and doesn't even know you're his wife? Everything shifts, but it turns out he doesn't know that you're not happy to be here either. Leaving your past love behind and everything you know for a foreign country, just to be unwanted by your new 'husband' is almost enough to break you. You're ready to go through the motions, play your role, but do you really know who Emperor Gojo is?

contents/warnings - heavy angst, depression, enemies to lovers, longing, mutual pining, explicit smut, back and forth games, court tactics, Satoru being a hoe, reader missing her lover Suguru, a fuck ton of drama and games, he falls hard. This chap - fingering, squirting, sexual tension, a fuck ton of angst, a wet dream, letters from Suguru, reader's past, jealousy on both ends, toxic Satoru (when isn't he in my fics lmao) love octagons atp, idk - enjoy - WC 11k

If you enjoy, rbs and comments are so appreciated! Taglist closed

<<<part one - playlist - part three (soon)

Part Two

You sure do turn down tea with your husband with a delighted smile the next morning, sure maybe you’re petty, maybe you’re vindictive, but it feels too good. You can’t resist feeling some sense of satisfaction at how offended he surely was, as you have tea brought to your room instead.

It’s comfy, alone in your chambers, where you don’t have to see the prying eyes of everyone at court, where you don’t have to worry so terribly about seeing your now husband with his hoard of women. You had to see it before you two wed, and you definitely already had a distaste for it - if anything it was a given, you’re sure he spent the night with them.

You don’t care for him, you don’t even think you like him, but it still is just utter disrespect to not even do your obligation to the empire in lieu of going around with his whores- sorry, concubines- instead. You hate that you even think that way, but something about having him all over you then just turning you down flat was just hurtful to your self esteem.

You try to act as if you’ve got it all together, a front for the conniving girls you’ve already run into, but it’s not completely true that you feel that way. When you disrobed and acted so boldly, you had been terrified of his gaze on you, of what if you couldn’t compete with them, but you held your composure because that was how you were trained to be.

Also, a voice in the back of your head - Suguru’s.

Whispering you’re beautiful, composing little poems he’d sneak into your hand as you both would pass each other in the halls of your castle, of your home. You ache for the carefree moments, the captured and hidden times you stole with him in the halls, under the stairwell, his soft smile and lidded gaze.

The emptiness builds, as you just lay there in your bed and think of what your life will be now, what it will entail. Feeling the guilt of enjoying last night eating you alive - what if you forgot Suguru? What if Satoru’s touch and gaze truly confused you enough, where you wanted to have all of him? What if you fell, and to share a man, a man who could never be yours.

Terrifying, to think of how badly you wanted him last night. You can only hope it was just that, just physical, something that comes from lack of experience, you can explain it away in a method that leaves you feeling just a modicum less of the guilt hot and heavy.

Soon you’re summoned, when aren’t you being summoned since you got here truly, to go play chess with Satoru. At this point it took you by surprise, when the three girls showed up in the chambers you like to hole inside of. It’s where you could be left alone with your thoughts without all the prying eyes taking hold.

Miwa smiles, the other two attendants look at you with haughty, raised brows, as you all begin to walk through the halls, to places you haven’t yet seen, a more secluded part, but you get to hear the neverending fucking court gossip on the way. You're sick to your stomach as you walk by Gojo's apparent favorite concubine, who mockingly bows at you.

“Your majesty,” she says magnanimously, as if she respects you.

You incline your head, as you wonder if it was her pavilion he went to after rejecting you. Thoughts and visions of what he'd done to you, the intimates you shared, and how he must have went much further. You hate that jealousy is seeping its way into your mind like a poison, like the venom in which she says your name then, and you wonder if it was her last night.

Why did you care, let the man whore around, it’s not as if you can do anything about it, even if it fills you with disgust. You manage to plaster on a fake fucking smile as she dares to make small talk with you. With the way the man whores it's a wonder he's not gotten them all pregnant, a curiosity that is in your mind now.

Would he get them all pregnant before you could? What happens then, if you can’t give him babies, does he decide to kill you or would he be merciful and perhaps get rid of you? The second option sounds better than this, passing girls who are fighting to become concubines themselves for whatever fifth position you suppose is left open from another girl.

“Hello, my lady,” you hear Satoru’s mother then, you genuinely smile at her, as she looks at the walking ladies with concern. “How are you my dear?”

“I’m all right, my lady, still very tired I think.”

“No, it’s quite normal on a wedding night, hmm?” Her ladies and yours giggle, you pretend to join them. “I’m glad to hear he wants to play chess, it’s his favorite game since he was a boy. No one’s ever won against him!”

“Ah, I can’t wait.”

To beat his arrogant ass at it.

She nods, and soon you’re led outside to a beautiful field of green grass on a hill, and you see the emperor sitting there waiting on you, sipping on a silver goblet, his rings glinting in the sun. His eyes catch you as you give him a bow at the bottom of the steps, taking in the odd serenity of the place, your ladies leave you both alone as you stand there.

“Come on up, Empress,” he says softly, a smile on his face. “You were too tired for tea, hmm?”

“Indeed your majesty, please forgive me.” Your mean smirk tells him all he needs to, you’re a petty little fucking creature, and it just endlessly makes him more enamored, when every woman he knows is soft and sweet - to have a little villain is intriguing him more than he’d admit.

“Sit, sit.” You do just that, he can’t help but remember last night vividly as you perch on the chair across from him, smiling like you actually could like him, a fake little one.

He’s seen your real one and it’s not meant for him.

“Thank you for inviting me to play this, your Majesty.”

“Hah, I am sure you have no clue of what this game is, hmm?” Satoru is cocky as he leans back, and you want to smack the smirk off his pretty face.

As if you didn’t know chess, as if you hadn’t been the best player there was, you used to make grown men cry and demand a rematch, until they realized just who they were insulting - the princess - and backed down. You and Suguru played constantly, along with your most trusted advisor Mr. Nanami, he was the one who originally taught you.

The longing for your home fills you from just such a small little detail now, you swallow it down as you remember sitting across from them, across from your dad and playing the game. Across from the boy you ended up falling for. It was by far one of your favorite games, though you loved a little cricket and a good game of cards too.

But let him think you’re clueless, his loss will be that much sweeter.

“Oh dear, what’s this game?” You ask, blinking a bit and putting on a fake little smile, Satoru chuckles and leans forward, his blue silken robes falling just so, showcasing his strong chest as he eyes the board.

“I had a feeling you’d not know, princesses are taught to be good wives, not much else. But if you’re to be with me, I would enjoy it if you had a little intellect, I’m not traditional I’m afraid.”

You almost kick him under that fucking table.

“How magnanimous of you, your majesty! To let women play such a man’s game, oh the kindness.” You’re fluttering your lashes some more, he pauses then, eyes narrowing at you.

“Are you being sarcastic?”

“Not at all! Maybe I’m wrong about you. Do teach me.” You lean forward, resting your chin on your dainty hand as he eyes you, studying how the sun is casting shadows across your pretty face under the gazebo.

You’re so stunning he can hardly stand it, how effortlessly you make him crave more, only to give him your cold, evil smile. Him, Satoru Gojo, the emperor who everyone either fears or loves, to have a girl utterly disinterested in him. It was endlessly infuriating, and he fully intended to know exactly what was your problem with him at some point.

Surely after he drank your cunt last night, you’d show a little affection, a little blush or something!? But instead, you have some evil look in your eyes, they’re glittering like two gems if he could ever find any that color. He’d scour the fucking country if he could replicate it, a foolish thought that your impudent little attitude was making worse.

Instead of going to his favorite concubine to play, he asked you, and after you turned down his tea invitation - like the spiteful brat you are - he didn’t know if you’d show up for a game you don’t know. But you’re smiling and nodding, like there’s no thoughts in your head, and he doesn’t trust it for shit. Especially when your fingers elegantly take a rook in them.

“Hmm, I think I’ll move this cute little castle over here!” You’re feigning the lack of knowledge, watching with each move as Emperor Gojo’s anger grows, his blue eyes narrowing, plush lips pursed, a little sweat on his brow.

“I see, you catch on quickly I suppose, that’s a good move,” he manages, moving his queen now, and you see it - a weakness forming in his protection of the most important piece in the game.

“Ah, thank you, your majesty, you’re so kind,” he glares again, leaning back in the seat as his thighs brush yours under the table. “I’ll place the cute horse here!”

You move the elegantly carved golden piece, and he glares now, furious as he realizes it - you’ve just put him in fucking check!?

“You’ve never played?” He raises a thin brow, and you sigh, shrugging a shoulder, your silk robes fall just a bit, revealing too much of your creamy skin, his throat goes dry as he forgets the game.

“Do you think I have? Am I rather good at it, your majesty?” You have the audacity to run your fingertips across your neck, gently touching a pretty gold necklace that he notices you wear.

“You’re adequate I suppose,” he’s lying out of his ass, and all he can think of is what is that necklace? Of touching your skin, so distracted he makes the only move he can. “Bloody hell…”

“Aha, I think I’ll use this cute bishop and… there! That’s checkmate.” You’re giggling with delight, an evil fucking laugh, and he’s dumbfounded then.

He again wonders just who the fuck you are, and why he’s so intrigued with the girl who seemingly is the only person who doesn’t want him, and the only person who has ever bested him at this game. You stand then, a hand in front of your face as you try to cover your malicious little smile.

“Again.”

“Oh, again? Certainly your majesty.” You sit back down and proceed to anihilate him in four games in a row, each one a quicker defeat with his growing frustration, his jaw tenses as he looks at you then.

“How long have you played chess, Empress?”

“Hmm, since I was about three I suppose.” He curses under his breath now, lashes lowering over those cerulean eyes.

“And you acted stupid?”

“No, you assumed I was not adept at this game, I just let you believe it. I do love when you assume I’m not well versed, remember me sucking your-”

“Jesus!” He stands then, blushing as he leans over the table, an arm on either side, scowling at you deeper. “You’re an insolent brat.”

“Who is really good at chess.” You tilt your head, as Satoru sighs, looking down at the board.

“Indeed, you are. What got you interested?”

“You want to know about me?” You say it as if it’s the worst thing in the world, he opens his lips to say the truth.

Yes, he wants to know about you.

But Concubine Lola and one of the other girls come in then, giggling and tittering as they run over to him, you blink in shock as he allows them too - as if they didn’t know their place wasn’t blatantly in front of you. They’re kissing on him, his head, his cheeks, as his hands brush down their waists, and he eyes you then, sardonic and conceited, as if this display is impressive.

“Chess, I bet you beat her so quickly! He’s amazing you know,” she gives you a nasty smile as she sits on Satoru’s lap, and you see his eyes widen as if in fear as he looks to you. “Don’t feel bad, I lose all the time.”

“I didn’t lose.” It’s so quiet you can hear a pin drop, the other girl kisses Satoru right on the fucking mouth then, while Lola tugs his hand closer.

The sickness rises like bile in your throat, no you two have no connection, but to know he kissed you last night - everywhere - and to see this? What a cruel fucking joke it was, when the man you love is back home an ocean apart, when everything you loved or wanted is gone all for him.

You tremble as he pulls back then, his gaze is no longer cocky, not when he sees your face, and the way your eyes glimmer. He clears his throat, and gently nudges them off him, but neither budges unfortunately, instead touching him obscenely, a display he doesn’t think either of them have done in public. He at first thought it amusing but now he feels almost trapped.

“I am having time with my wife, ladies,” he says chidingly, when you stand up, and he feels the guilt eating at him - and why?

He’s an emperor, he’s supposed to do this, even if he should not have such a display in front of you - maybe that’s it… no. it’s not that. It’s the fact that you look disgusted right now, you’re already disinterested in him beyond any shadow of a doubt, but he hadn’t seen that look yet, a look that makes him want to tell them to fuck off and beg your forgiveness.

“You two should know your place,” you say, a soft yet commanding voice, both concubines gasp at it. “You wait for your emperor to see you, you don’t disrespect him and all propriety by running around half naked and practically humping his fucking leg in front of me.”

“Your majesty-”

“Let her speak,” his voice is soft, you scoff, shaking your head. “Go on.”

“You should have better control of your subjects, but it’s all ultimately your decision, however I know each of you have been trained properly - and that’s not how you conduct yourselves around your betters.”

“Our betters?”

 “Yes, I am your better.” They’re pouting now, as you cross your arms, eyeing the last move, where you’d put him in check in three solid moves. You smile as you pick up the queen piece then, twirling it a bit. “It’s not that you can’t have him, you certainly can, but I’ll not have disrespect in my face again. Understood?”

“Satoru!”

“You are mere pawns my dears,” you knock over four pawns, to represent each of his concubines, then your gaze catches him, you’re so fucking sexy like this he can’t focus.

It’s you he wants on his lap.

It’s you he wants to kiss.

It’s like you’re all he sees when you have the audacity to knock over his king piece too. “Oops, an accident your majesty.”

You fix the piece right, setting the queen right next to it, his fists clench at his side now. “Go on you two.”

“No need, your majesty, allow them the attention. I’ll go to my rooms, I have some things I’d like to write about.” You curtsey, all elegant as your hair falls over your shoulders, and he can hardly stand how his heart races.

“Nonsense, let me -”

“Farewell.”

You’re walking away, your skirts swishing when Satoru jumps up, the two girls falling off his lap, to grip your delicate wrist in his hand, you once again hate that his touch feels good. You hate the goosebumps that trail across your skin, the way him murmuring your name makes you feel.

“Yes? What do you require of me?” You ask now, and he sighs, lips parted as he falters.

“That won’t happen again, they’re not used to me having a wife.”

“A wife.” It’s almost laughable.

You’re his wife.

“Please,” he steps closer, and you step back just a bit, swallowing down your nausea. “It won’t happen like that again.”

“It matters naught to me, it just isn’t a good look your majesty.” You blink and feign that you don’t fucking care, like you don’t feel disgusted and disrespected constantly here.

“Satoru! Come back!” You eye them, leaning to the side, when he takes your hands in his, and you look at them, swallowing yours, elegant hands that could paint a picture, yet strong enough to wield a weapon, talented enough to make you writhe underneath him.

“They want you back.”

“And I’m fucking talking to you,” he leans down now, you swallow - throat dry - inhaling his scent, something intoxicating, as his eyes light up. “I didn’t ask them to come here.”

“You’re the emperor, you’re entitled to fuck them all you want, just not right in front of me. Is that okay to ask?”

He’s sputtering again, shaking his head. “You think I fucked them?”

“Didn’t you, last night?” You whisper, the thoughts almost making you cry, he shakes his head then, surprising you. “You didn’t?”

“No,” it’s a quiet answer, you see no reason for him to lie - if anything the man was prone to boast. You look down at his chest then. “I slept in my room.”

Jerking off to you.

“Ah, so why’d you say that?”

“I don’t know,” it’s an honest answer, for once you can sense somewhat of that sincerity, almost boyish in his look then, almost sweet when his thumb brushes the underside of your wrist, tracing a raised vein. “Will you have dinner with me?”

“You’re not demanding it of me?” You ask, soft so the women whispering about you cannot hear.

“I’m asking for it. And no, they will not be showing up to dinner.”

“Ah, very well. I shall attend, just let Kiyotaka inform me when.” You smile, and he scoffs at that. “What?”

“You like him don’t you?”

“His monocle is charming, hmm… would it bother you?” You step closer, raising your chin, your hair falling back now. “With all your women?”

“Yes it would bother me, foolish girl.”

“Never mind on dinner-”

“No, please just… you’ll have dinner with me.” You almost laugh at him then, giving him a little nod. “I’ll send Kiyotaka. Don’t look so fucking happy.”

“Your Majesty,” you give him an annoying ass bow, eyeing him under your lashes, heart achingly beautiful and cold when you peer at the girls. “I’ll let you beat them at chess, I’m afraid that won’t happen with me.”

“Oh really?” Your lips tilt up at the corner, you turn away again and leave, fuck he wants to follow you, he wants to play again, the thrill of you beating him, besting him?

Fuck it does something.

The problem is, he’s absolutely sure you don’t want to be near him, and the shit timing of the concubines isn’t helping a goddamn thing.

*****

You’re in tears despite acting so tough when you enter your lonely chambers, well they’re lonely now, after you kicked the ladies right out, in lieu of getting undressed yourself. You’re down to just a slip of material, thin and white, sighing as you study yourself in the mirror, touching the gold necklace like a lifeline, next to the chain lays a mark from him.

From Satoru Gojo.

Did he mark all of them, did he devour them like you? You know this was what is expected of an empress, but it doesn’t make it any easier, already after one day of marriage you’re having self doubt. You don’t know what the feeling is eating at you alive, but you detest it, the inadequacy you’ll hide with bold confident gestures, and hope you play it off well enough.

You shakily take out a letter, one of the last ones passed between you and your love, your teardrops have smeared the ink, blotting and spreading it in places, fading a few of the letters. You take several breaths as you read the letters carefully, lovingly, over and over, as if to make him physically real.

My princess,

It is my utmost wish to always make you smile. Today as I watched you practice your dance, I could not help but picture how it would feel to have you in my arms, spinning you on the dance floor. I suppose it’s a foolish thought, one that will never happen in public, but perhaps one evening I’ll twirl you on the floor, watch your face light up like it does.

I cannot wait to taste your lips upon mine once more, I cannot get the memories out of my head, I’ve already lost terribly in training I’m afraid. A bit of a shock when the notorious Sir Geto has been taken down by a young boy with a stick sword. But your vision flashed through my mind, and I was lost in it.

Until I can see you again,

Your Suguru

You’re a mess, picking up another letter you snuck with you, with the few comforts from back home, these were difficult to place, you hid them with a few stitches in your gowns, as everything was inspected when you entered the palace. Your fingers tremble as they touch another, on that parchment paper of his that’s just a little withered from the amount of times you’ve folded it.

My princess,

My thoughts in this letter are unforgivable in nature, but I can’t stop myself, when I remember your perfect breast in my hand, your pulse against my lips as it raced. The way your back arched, and I could feel your heat on my thigh, I confess my mind has been thinking the most wicked things ever since.

I would love to bury my face right under your skirts - I shall surely be taken down for even thinking such a thought, but here they are. Thoughts of drinking my Princess up, thoughts of you tugging at my hair as I make you feel such ecstasy, of course that would not be all I do, but a start, a show of how much I want, crave and need you.

Those thoughts are keeping me up all night.

Until we meet again,

Your Suguru.

“Fuck…” You’re exhaling as the memories make you press your thighs together, god Satoru surely made you cum with his wicked tongue - but there were no emotions with him.

A kiss with a man who loved you, or having a man who doesn’t care about you licking your cunt? The pleasure was there, but that merely adds to your guilt, it merely makes everything a million times worse. The things you wanted with Suguru first were being taken, you’re sure eventually he’ll make love to you - no, he’ll fuck you.

Satoru doesn’t look like a man who makes love.

You take out the last letter, and your heart races as you read it, remembering the moment vividly, touching your own thigh as your eyes shut, sitting in front of your vanity and losing yourself. You can’t stop stupid ass Satoru from entering your thoughts when you caress yourself, as much as you try to shove him back, his annoyingly blue eyes boring into you.

“Fuck that,” you huff now, eyeing the letter once more, until you’re touching yourself over your skirts, feeling the heat. “Focus, remember.”

You picture it, Suguru’s fingers sinking and stretching you for the first time, how his amethyst eyes lit up, and he watched you fall apart for him, whispering how beautiful you were like that. Whispering the most sweet yet filthy things - so tight, princess - and - god I need you, wrapped around me.

You’re rubbing your fingers up and down your slit, gasping out - when an unfortunate white haired ass comes into your vision again. He’s fingering you harder, faster, up and down motions that feel too intense. He’s sucking you off his fingers like Suguru did, but instead of devotion and tenderness, it was psychotic, it was like he enjoyed making you a mess.

Unfortunately, you’re gushing, and you feel like the worst sinner in the fucking world, for thinking of both men. You pull your finger off in frustration, beating chess alone had you soaking wet - he’s the most annoying man in existence truly, to constantly get this fucking reaction from you.

You try to nap, to dream of your love, but of course you’re instead lost in a dream of Satoru - but this time he’s with Suguru, and touching you in front of him. The hurt in Suguru’s eyes makes you fight it, the touches, but your body reacts, your body loves them, and soon you’re moaning, biting your lower lip in your dream state.

Soon Suguru’s tugging you, touching you, and the men are all over you, every inch of your body smothered with their affection, with their hungry eager lips and fingers, and you’re lost between them. Pressed up against Satoru’s chest, as Suguru kisses up your neck from behind, and you’re having your cunt played with by both of them, one finger inside, the other toying your clit.

‘She’s mine, aren’t you empress?’ Satoru asks in your dream, his blue eyes flashing with desire, you shake your head.

‘She’s mine, princess aren’t you?’ you nod to Suguru, when he kisses your mouth, only for Satoru to jerk your chin back to him.

‘Then why am I in this dream, hmm?’ he’s asking as he’s brushing his hand over your breast, Suguru pulling you to his chest and burying his face against your neck. ‘Explain why I’m in this dream, if you hate me?’

The dream is so vivid you almost cum from it, almost cry from it as it wraps your subconscious, only to be thankfully woken up by a gentle rap on the door. You hastily stand up, grabbing a silky red robe and tying it quickly, trying to ignore the clenching in your tummy, the throbbing of your cunt as you hate yourself for thinking of the emperor. You open the door and your shoulders relax just a bit when you see it’s Kiyotaka.

“Hello, Ijichi,” you say fondly, he smiles and bows while you open the door for him. “How are you doing today, I fear I took a nap.”

“I’m doing well, my lady,” he takes your hand and presses a kiss, pink decorating his cheeks. “You’re stunning even after a nap.”

“Not at all! Oh why can’t you be emperor?” You pout and he blushes more, earning your little giggle.

“You jest too much, my lady.” He stands now, clearing his throat, hands firmly behind him. “His Majesty said dinner will be ready in half an hour, should I send Miwa to dress you?”

“Oh, yes that’s fine, thank you. Will you be there?” He is bright red when you lean against the doorway on one hip.

“I will be there, serving his majesty.”

“Lame.” Kiyotaka snorts in laughter, before catching himself, you grin mischievously at him.

“My lady!”

“Sorry, I’ll act correctly, don’t worry, send Miwa up please.”

“Of course.” He bows with his hands under his wide sleeves, before darting off, a flustered mess because of you truly. You can’t help but enjoy him, the sweetness and friendship you all built that quickly. Miwa is soon in your room, you’ve also grown to get a little used to her in the past few days, much different than the other two girls.

“You look so lovely, your majesty,” she says then, her eyes twinkling as she sees your hair pins. “Which one should we use?”

“Why don’t you take this one,” you hand her a beautiful purple one, she blinks in surprise. “Please take it.”

“Oh thank you!” You smile and stand, slipping it into her hair, that’s swept up into a pretty coif, then eye the hair pin Suguru gave you, next to the one Satoru did.

To wear Suguru’s would be ridiculous, right?

Your fingers touch Suguru’s simple one, and touch the blue intricate one the emperor gave you instead. “Let’s do both.”

“Of course!” She places both pins in your hair, before turning and brushing just a little blush across your cheeks with her fingers, smiling then. “You look perfect, I know his majesty will be pleased.”

Like you care.

“That’s most kind, thank you Miwa.” You two walk out then, through the elegant halls, you see the shadows moving behind the doors.

I heard he doesn’t even like her.

I heard she was rude to his favorite, Lola!

Surely he would prefer sweet Lola to the mean new empress.

You hear a mix of hatred, spite, curiosity and some compassion as you pass, Miwa is tense, as if she knows what they’re saying as well, trying to distract you by telling you different places you’ve not seen yet. She’s certainly a bright spot, her jabbering is absolutely what you need after hearing more and more gossip.

Is she truly mean? She seemed kind.

She is rude I heard, Lola’s maids said so!

But isn’t it hard to be just one of many?

Thankfully, by the time you enter the hall, the talking has ceased, you see a chair at the complete opposite of where Satoru sits and take it, earning his scowl across the room. It’s meant to seat fifty people easily. You thank the servant for your plate kindly, holding your glass out as Ijichi pours your wine, and you greet your husband.

“I can’t even fucking hear you over there?”

“Oh, hello!” You shout now, raising your glass, Satoru almost kills Miwa and Ijichi for giggling with the other servants in the room, littered with paintings of all the Gojos all over the enormous sapphire painted walls. Like they’re fucking watching you, creepily all having the same insane ass blue eyes.

Sure they were beautiful - but also fuck him.

“How was your day!” You shout again, Ijichi almost loses it, coughing in his hand when Satoru stands, his hands gripping either side of the banquet table.

“Why sit there?”

“It’s a lovely seat!”

“Come sit closer, now.” He commands you, the voice you expect from an emperor who has been to battle, one you haven’t heard from him yet.

There’s no saying no to this, you already have surely annoyed the shit out of a man who could easily get rid of you. You take a breath and eye him from across the ridiculously large banquet table, beautiful even though you can’t stand him, he’s elegant and perfect as always in his robes, daringly low cut as if the man lives to show off his body.

You wish you didn’t find him so distractingly pretty, just as he wishes he could stop thinking of how badly he wants you, how badly he wants to know more about you, but he can’t find a fucking way to say it. He already knows some man is in your heart, in your head, it makes him sick as much as it makes him want to be someone you think of instead.

In the most unhealthy way, he wants you obsessed, as he is with you, with his constant thoughts since he encountered you in those baths, not uninterested like you are. He watches you hesitate from across the room before sighing and picking up your plate, but Kiyotaka takes it with a smile, carrying it over next to Satoru. 

You smile thankfully, and Satoru aches further in his chest. “Would you ever smile at me that way?” He finally gives in and asks it, you blink in surprise.

“Would you give me a reason to, your majesty?” You ask, walking to the seat next to him, which Kiyotaka has pulled out for you. “Thank you Ijichi.”

“My lady.”

“So you call him by his first name, and won’t even call me Gojo?” He’s clenching his jaw as he speaks, tapping his thigh in irritation, those eyes glinting bright blue.

“Well, I quite like him,” you’ve made Gojo furious now, he shocks you when he leans over, yanking you right on his hard thigh. “I’m not your concubine, you know!”

“You’re right, you’re my wife,” the word feels hollow, everything feels so wrong about it, your body responding to his touch in ways you wish it never, ever would. Your heart races in your chest when you feel your heat pressing on his thigh now, feel the way your pulse races when his lips are too close. “Say it.”

“No,” he chuckles without humor, cupping your face now, a thumb brushing over your lip. “Why say it? It matters naught.”

“It does matter, you are my fucking wife, not a concubine, not some tavern wench, though you certainly fucking act like one.”

“I act like a tavern wench!?”

“Sure do, dropping on your knees, though perhaps it was lovely to have this mouth shut - ah!” He’s slipped his thumb against your lips, for you to bite it, leaving teeth indentations. “You’re a bitch.”

“You’re a whore, and rude! Fuck you.” You go to stand up, and he yanks you back down, tugging you further up his thigh, his other arm wrapping your waist. “I’m not a bitch.”

“You are to me, what because I missed fucking tea? I’m here now, get the fuck over it.”

“Because I don’t want to be here, I don’t want it any more than you do!” You’re nervously playing with your necklace, he scowls at it again, tugging at the charm and seeing initials - S.G. He frowns then, looking up to study you. “What?”

“My initials?” He raises a brow in confusion, you just sigh, shaking your head, swatting his hand away. “Someone with the same?”

“Yes,” you can’t stand his gaze, penetrating every aspect of your body and soul, like he can see right through you - but he doesn’t see you. “If you wish to actually bed me, here isn’t the place for it.”

“If I wish to bed you,” he trails his fingers across your breasts, they rise and fall quickly, goosebumps rising. “I’d do it anywhere, and time, any place, till you’re so full of my cum you can’t move.”

You finally have nothing to say, lips parted at his words, swallowing nervously as he presses a kiss, almost tenderly, on your collarbone, right next to your little gold charm, his other hand slipping up your waist over the satin of your robe. You hear the rustle of it, you feel your body react, is it just desire, is it you wanting to forget your sorrow and just feel something?

“Do you cum in them?”

“Is it your business?” He scowls now at you, and you look down. “An Emperor’s duty is to have many heirs from many women, you expect me not to because you’re bratty about it?”

“Thought you hated tradition,” he scoffs then, little do you know he doesn’t want shit to do with them after one night with you. But he just presses a kiss, right under your chin, sighing as he inhales your scent, so sweet and inviting. “Gojo…”

“There, you can speak my name, hmm?” He’s exhaling, the breath tickling your sensitive skin, while Kiyotaka, Miwa and a few other servants avert their eyes, as if he couldn’t care less. “I do abhor tradition, and your first question, I’ll answer that if you answer mine.”

“You speak in riddles,” you lean closer, back curved just a bit for more of his hungry kisses now, your hand lands in his silken white hair before you can think better about it. “Ask your question then.”

“Who was your lover?” He looks back at you, you flush at his insinuation, his thumb brushes across your collarbone slowly. “The one you’re pining for, the one who apparently touched you.”

“You really want to know who I’m in love with?” You ask, and for some reason the words stab him in the chest, until he can’t breathe, he doesn’t understand exactly how the fuck that occured, or from what, but he hates that thought.

He hates the thought that someone got your pretty smile, and that all he’ll ever get is a mean scowl.

“In love? What’s that nonsense?” He asks, pulling back to grab his sake, he takes a sip and then hands it to you, watching as you take the ceramic dish and place your lips on it.

“Have you ever been in love, you such a worldly man?” You sip it as well, just a drop spilling from the corner of your mouth, Satoru gently brushes it off, sighing.

“You’re a mean little thing.”

“Not saying bitch this time?”

“Well, if the slipper fits.”

“You’re a dick.” You go to get up, but he tugs you back down, and you will never admit how much you love it, love his hard body on yours, love his big fucking hand splaying over your waist, making you feel too much.

“Carry on, let me know the answer. Who was it?” You take a breath, feeling the memories creeping up, your eyes shut for a moment, and he studies you, tilting up your chin. “Do you think of him?”

“Yes,” is all you manage, opening your eyes now. “You cannot be so hypocritical, you turned me down last night you know how that felt?”

“Turned you down, that’s not what that was.” He sighs now, shaking his head. “I will not impose myself on you.”

“Are you furious that I don’t? When every girl you’ve ever met falls to your feet, does it bruise your ego?” He glares, hand tugging at your hair and pulling, making you whine out just a bit.

“Insolent brat, no that’s not it. I did not want to do what you did not want. Does that make any sense?” You feel it then, his sincerity, you nod just a bit, and he releases your hair with a sigh. “You said ‘get it over with’ I will not lay with someone who feels that way.”

“Even if we must have heirs?”

“Even then.” You blink a bit in confusion at who he is, the conundrum that you find yourself more and more curious over.

“Well since you’re being honest with me, it wasn’t that I wasn’t enjoying it, okay?” You’re blushing as you speak, looking down at your lap nervously, biting your lip while you shift just a bit. He sees it then, your nerves, your innocence you hide under bold words and actions.

You feel especially vulnerable in the moment, when he sighs and caresses your face, it’s a gentle motion, one that does more than you’ll ever want to admit. He swallows, adam’s apple bobbing up and down as you study each other. It’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop, his eyes darting to your lips, and this time when his thumb brushes, you don’t bite him, you just study him.

“You enjoyed what, my mouth on your pretty cunt?” Does he have to speak this way!? You look down again, for him to stop you. “Ah-ah, look at me.”

“Fine, yes, I liked it okay?” Your words make his heart race, your own eyes slip across his throat, the exposed chest, a finger brushing up and down his chest. “And you liked my mouth.”

“Liked isn’t the word for it,” you heat up further, pulse racing in your ears, while Satoru Gojo leans far, far too close, looking at you with eyes that you try not to fall into. “Were you saving yourself for him?”

“I had no choice but to stay innocent, as my station befits. But yes, I thought he’d be my… first.”

“I see, and he touched you?”

“Yes, he did.”

“Here?” He slips his fingers up, dancing across each golden leaf inlay in your immaculate yukata, feeling you tense, shift in his lap as he slowly trails his fingers down your robe, slipping the skirt up. You watch him, not stopping him, heart pounding out of your chest as you wish you could fight it - the desire for him.

His hands touch your bare thigh, eliciting a gasp from you, he sees your eyes dilate until they’re damn near black, just a ring left of those beautiful gems you call eyes remaining. Your hand doesn’t leave his hair, if anything it’s tightening, tugging at his scalp as your breaths come quicker. Your skin is covered in goosebumps, his thumbs brush right over your knee.

“Yes,” you manage to speak, and he looks down at your bare thigh, humming to himself, trailing across it now, you bite back the moan threatening the back of your throat.

“And here?” He’s slipping higher, you nod then, swallowing nervously as he brushes a thumb against the thin cotton covering your cunt, hopelessly sticky and coated in your arousal. “Here?”

“Yes, what do you care for? As if you don’t have women sucking you every day,” you grip his wrist finally, narrowing your eyes. “What care you if I was touched before?”

“And you came?”

“Yes, I did. I loved him touching me, is that what you want to hear?” You lean forward, lips a breath away, he thumbs your clit, your eyelashes flutter. “Do you like when all your whores suck your cock better than I did?”

“You have a filthy mouth, tsk,” he’s pressing harder, feeling how wet you are, while you grip his wrist tighter. “Should I put it to better use, would you like that?”

“N-no, I would hate that, ah!” You’re covering your mouth now, as he grins like the evil little shit he is, and you eye the room. “Fuck…”

“No, to answer your question, I like shutting your mouth up far more than I enjoy any of the concubines,” he’s whispering in your ear, hand stuck between your thighs, running over your slit, you’re biting on your lower lip, hating him more for being infuriatingly good at touching you. “Should I spell it out for you, that I liked it more than them? Will that stroke your ego?”

“My ego - hah - you’re the one w-with an ego, fuck…” you’re rolling your hips, when he kisses you, and you shove at him. “Who knows what’s in your mouth, where it’s been.”

“Would that infuriate you, conceited little brat?”

“Me conceited!? You should look in a - ah - looking glass…” You bite his lip hard, he moans at it, fingers making your panties a soppy mess, just sticking to you hopelessly.

“Would you be mad if I ate their cunts then kissed you?” He taunts, raising a brow, you tug at his hair hard, he only gets harder, pressing against your clit and running circles while you try to hold any composure.

“It would disgust me, not anger me,” you bury your face against his neck when he makes contact with your bare cunt, peeling the layer to the side and chuckling. “You disgust me all together.”

“I can tell, you’re so disgusted you’re wetting my fucking robes, huh?”

“Am not,” you bite the fuck out of his neck, the pain causes him to hiss, leaking precum and ready to bury his cock inside you. “If you want to make a baby then get it done, stop the teasing.”

“Is that code for you wanting my cock inside you?” You huff, shaking your head then, even as you spread your thighs, wishing the guilt would be enough not to want this man. “Say it, and I’ll give you it.”

“I’ll not say a fucking thing of the sort, should beat you at chess again and make you cry hmm?”

“God you’re evil,” he kisses you then, it’s messy and desperate, his fingers snug inside gummy walls that grip him so good. “Evil little-”

“Call me that one more time, I’ll knock you on your ass.” He chuckles at that, white teeth flashing, your squelching cunt loud as he begins to move his fingers up and down, so intense your tummy clenches. “Satoru…”

“That’s it, that's my name. You can say it, hmm?” You shake your head again, cursing his eyes for looking at you that way, his hands for finding that spot and zoning in, your eyes roll back before you can stop yourself. “Feels good?”

“Shut up,” you’re helpless to his expert touches, to his toxic fucking manner, a mix of wanting to hit him and wanting to get on your knees again, something to make you hate yourself more. “With everyone watching!?”

“Out,” his order is quickly met, until you are alone, and he grips your hair, pulling it like he did that night when you’d choked on his cock. “Alone, better?”

“Just… there, please, ngh!” You’re deep in self loathing when he hits some spot that makes you see stars, and your mouth is open in a slutty o, he can’t stand it then, how fucking gorgeous you look for him.

“Fuck you're beautiful,” you shake your head then, the last thing you need is to like him on top of wanting him. He glares at you, blue eyes narrowing, while the squishing sounds from your cunt get louder. “What I cannot say it?”

“No, you cannot,” he picks you up then, turning you and spreading your thighs, sliding his soaked fingers right into your mouth. “Mnh!”

“You taste so fucking sweet, god look at these perfect tits,” he's tugging them out of your robes as he speaks, the way he looks at you is too much, almost tender. It can't be. “Pretty nipples begging for my mouth.”

“Just fuck me, no need for all the nonsense,” he scowls deeper, smacking your hands as they trail down his body. “I want to fuck you, okay? You’re good at this, obviously, if that's your concern - it's clear that I do.”

“Yet I cannot speak freely? That you're so beautiful it's unreal?” You shake your head again, blinking back tears, terrified of his words and what they elicit, of the hurt it’ll bring. Emperor Gojo cups your face then, tilting your chin up as he steps between your thighs. “I'll say whatever the fuck I want to, got me?”

“Lies, just lies, and for what? To confuse me?” You shove at his chest then, sniffling. He yanks you down then, turning you and pressing you by the small of your back, your fingers grip the heavy damask cloth underneath you, as he shoves your robes up your hips. “Fuck…”

“Stop acting as if you don’t enjoy it, when I say that. I see those pretty fucking eyes light up,” you shake your head, you can’t like it, you can’t. He says that to everyone, you’re so sure of it. “You’re arching, need something?”

“Wanna cum, okay? I want it, is that not enough for y-your huge ego?” He’s humming to himself, a hand sliding up your throat now.

“Tell me who it was, I told you I liked you more than them, didn’t I?”

“He was… my knight.” He chuckles, making you tense, looking back at him while he toys with your dripping wet cunt once more, heavy weight pressing against you. “What’s funny?”

“It’s just so typical, a knight falling for a pretty princess, and you are pretty, I’ll keep saying it even if you don’t believe me,” he’s seeing right through you, his long fingers sinking back inside, you don’t bother to bite back the moan. “And did you want him to take it, your innocence? Be your first, your sweet devoted knight?”

As Satoru speaks in his mocking tone, his fingers destroying you with their precision, the rage hits him further - are you wet thinking of him, a man you desire, and not Satoru himself? The doubts he’s never faced or never had come creeping with a girl he barely knows, a girl he would die to be inside - but he wants you to crave it, to beg for it, to need him.

He's choking your throat now, brows drawn low together, you gasp as you feel weightless, the combination of his fingers inside you. His hard body behind you, his fingers squeezing against your pulse points about to make you shatter.

You can't speak, not when he's moving them faster and faster, you're weak and trembling while he works his long fingers up and down, hitting spots you didn't know existed. His lips touch your ear, his breath tickling it as he squeezes harder right under your chin, fingers filthy with how they work your cunt, like he’s always known your damn body.

“Answer me, did you want your knight? Do you still want him?” You nod even in his hold, as you begin to fall apart in front of a man you can't stand, the necklace just dangling as the squelching wetness gets embarrassing. “Slutty cunt, listen to her, bet you're gonna make a fucking mess f'me, hmm?”

You can't talk, your orgasm rocks you in waves, even more intense than last night with his wicked mouth. You're screaming out hoarsely as he chokes you during it, making a mess just like he said, gushing and squirting so much cum it's obscene. He moans as he feels it, the tense muscles contracting, the arousal flowing all over him as your walls pulse and grip his digits.

“Fuck, all over the table, the floor even, hmm? That slutty, that needy f'me even though you don't want me huh” He's taunting you, even as he's leaking so much pre he's whimpering damn near.

“Fuck you, god just put it in me,” he yanks out his fingers, hand slipping off your neck now, touching the charm that now infuriates him. “Do not touch it.”

“You still want him?” You look back, breasts heaving with your short, staccato breaths now, your entire body buzzing from the pleasure he'd brought you.

“What do you care?” Your voice is weak. “You want all sorts of women.”

“But you love someone, still, don't you?” The thoughts infuriate him, that someone has your heart, he starts pulling the chain then, and your eyes go wide.

“Don't you dare!”

“You love him, but you're my wife, you'll not wear this around my fucking palace.” He yanks it then, so hard the pretty chain breaks with a small clink that echoes resoundingly, right along with your fucking heart.

“No!” You turn and he sees your eyes filled with tears, torn between feeling horrible now, and the anger that he can't even have a chance with you. When all you do is pine for another man.

“No more wearing another man's initials as my bride,” you haul back and smack the fuck out of his cheek then, he grips your wrist with one hand as the other holds your now broken necklace. “You dare smack the emperor?”

“You're not my fucking ruler, this isn't my home and it never, ever will be!” You smack him again, he doesn't retaliate like you thought he might, he stands there with two red cheeks, eyes glassy as he studies your broken heart before him.

“I could cut your hands off for that.” He gives a hollow threat through his teeth, you swipe the tears streaming across your cheeks.

“Cut them off. It's worth it to knock you down a peg. I'm not one of your concubines, I'm just a fucking contractual obligation. That's all I'll ever be to you.” You look down at the little charm glinting from the soft firelight, tugging at your robes now to right them.

“You need to forget him, will you just try here? How can we have a marriage if that's in your heart?” He's softer, apologetic, when you break out into maniacal laughter, holding your stomach. “You laugh at me, insolent fucking brat?”

Your eyes lock with his. “I sure am, you say this like you don't have four - oh, five soon - other women to put babies inside.” Your words stab him as intended. “My love who I can never even have is that much of a threat, when you're kissing women right in front of me?”

“It is not the same.”

“You're right, he loved me, they just want your cock, your power, probably your mouth. They can have all of it.” You eye the necklace once more. “I'll never forgive you if you don't give it back to me.”

“You already hate me.” His voice is full of pain, your eyes almost break him when the tears well back up in them. “What's one more reason for you to despise me?”

You turn and run away, slamming the door and leaving him alone in the dining room, he throws the necklace on the table, sinking down into the seat and covering his face. His own emotions start, as he realizes he's just pushed you further, but the jealousy he feels knowing some tiny necklace means more to you than anything is like a knife to the chest.

He will buy you a bigger one. A better one. He'll have you dripping in gems and cumming on him, until you forget whatever stupid fucking knight who you fell for. He breaks down in tears himself at the sight of you, a mix of anger and already regret, something the emperor never felt.

Regret for hurting you.

A desire to try to fix it.

And a fear you would hate him truly forever.

*****

Meanwhile you rush past many servants and others, whispering about you. When the fuck weren't they? 

You're alone.

You're all alone.

Your bare neck is tinged with the color of Satoru's handprints as you eye yourself, a tear streaked mess. You quickly tug out a pen with a shaking hand, hating yourself for damn near telling that man to fuck you, the desire was undeniable but you can almost attest it to his endless experience. You almost would have let him, you would have enjoyed it too.

What would Suguru say, or think about you now? Would he love you any longer when you’re betraying him with your heart? Would he understand? And did Suguru return your love - it’s a question that makes you sick to your stomach as you pick up the parchment and dip your pen in that black ink, trying to control your breaths as you know this is foolish.

The emperor would kill you if he found them, he already is furious that you wore the necklace - which in truth was also foolish of you, but every part of you wanted to cling to your past. In his moment of vulnerability where he asked if you could just try - such a part of you wanted to try for him, but there’s a bigger part that craves protecting your heart.

To let him in your heart would be the end of you, you can already tell when he ripped that necklace so cruelly, now you touch your chest with your free hand, craving it back on, the delicate weight of it one of the few comforts you have here. For every part that knows it’s foolish, another part screams to just write to him, to just tell him a final goodbye if it could reach his eyes.

It’s the least you could do, in a dangerous court where everyone but perhaps Miwa and Ijichi despises you for just your role. And when a man you’re married to makes you question yourself, why your desires are so strong to him, making you feel like the cruelest woman to the memories you held.

My dearest Suguru

You scratch it out.

My Suguru…

Scratch it out.

Sugu,

The nickname you gave him when you were both young fits better, you smile as the memories flood back in, even as your tears fall in fat drops down your face, surely if he is the man you know, he would still care for you and understand you had no choice. He was always realistic about your time together, you were very much the dreamer in the relationship.

Relationship, that was a relationship, this is just an arrangement - an agreement between your families, there was nothing else here, you would do good to remember it next time he touched you. And of course there would be a next time, your duties didn’t disappear because you hate him, you’d eventually have to, and the fear isn’t that you’ll hate it.

It’s the fear that you’ll enjoy it.

Even now you’re clenching your legs together, tummy sore even from how his fingers stretched you out, how they moved. You shove that back in the dark recesses of your cloudy mind, taking another breath to calm yourself, putting the pen back to the paper, letters sweeping across it and forming words.

Sugu,

I fear this letter will never find you, and perhaps that is for the best, that you think me happy and living some fairy tale life as befits the station of a Princess. Maybe it would be easier for you to think that I’m living just fine, that though I’ll always miss you I found some peace and happiness with someone kind.

It wouldn’t take your pain away, but I know you care enough for me to want that, you always said so. You always warned me that what we had was fleeting, dangerous, and temporary, you talked me out of every kiss and every touch before you finally gave in to my whims. I know it was because you’re a realistic man, and I’m a bit of a dreamer, but then I’d have so many regrets.

I’d regret not knowing what it was like to feel special, to feel like the only girl in the world to you, I’d regret not having you look at me as if I hung the very stars in the sky, not feeling that emotion in your kiss. I would live forever as just one of many to my new husband, and never have known what being truly cherished was.

He does not hurt me, he is not as cruel as I heard, so please don’t fear for me, Sugu. But there’s nothing here for me, no one by my side like you were. For as long as I can remember, the day you knelt to me and I was just a little girl with a sword I could hardly hold, you have been my most trusted confidant and friend. And your friendship I fear I miss as much as stolen kisses.

My wish is for you to be happy, for you to find someone who loves you, for you to have a choice one day when you retire from the knighthood, I know you said you never would, but I can’t see you not being loving with someone. And I hope that if I cross your mind, you smile and don’t get sad with your thoughts of me.

I am forever missing you, and I want to thank you for everything you ever did, and every way you made me feel special. I told you once and you wanted me to hush, I understand it now, it was just going to hurt more for you. In that way I was selfish, I wanted every stolen moment I could get, I just wish I had more time with you before it ended.

With love always in my heart,

Yours - 

You hesitate as you almost write your name.

Princess

Suguru always called you that, a pet name or affection moreso then it was your title - now you’re an empress of a nation, but you crave nothing more than to be his princess again, than to feel that way. You cannot stop yourself from quickly folding up the letter, when a rap comes at your door, you hastily stick it inside your drawer and go to it.

“Yes, who is it?” You ask hesitantly.

“Miwa, your majesty, may I come in?”

“Of course,” you open the door, wondering how much she heard after they all exited the room, but even knowing she saw you enjoying the Emperor’s touch made you embarrassed. “What is it, Miwa?”

“I came to check on you, is that too far?” She frowns as she speaks, you shake your head, opening the door.

“No, please come in.”

She helps you undo your robes and hair methodically as she speaks. “At first I was very jealous of you.”

“Of me? Why?” You ask, watching pink dance on her pale cheeks as her blue eyes watch you.

“You’re married to the Emperor, I confess I would die to be in a position like that, a concubine or a wife to him. I have always coveted being near him, I found him always so kind…”

“Ah, that’s understandable. I’d trade positions with you.”

“My lady…”

“Well, I would.” She sighs, nodding now.

“I see you don’t want to be here, I see your sadness, I feel bad that I was mean about you at first,” she takes your hand now. “Would you forgive me?”

“There’s nothing to forgive, Miwa, but thank you.” She exhales in relief, beginning to grab the robe you sleep in, tugging it gently over your arms. “You have been most kind to me in fact.”

“It is nothing, I’m sure the other girls will see that you’re actually quite kind.”

“I’m not sure I am kind,” you think now at how nasty you were to Satoru, to the concubines earlier. “I used to be, before I came here.”

“You’re still kind, my lady.” Your shoulders slump just a bit in relief at her words, when she begins brushing out your hair.

“Miwa, if I asked you to get a letter back home, could you?”

She pauses then, eyes locking on yours in the looking glass. “A letter?”

“It’s for…” you can’t say who it really is for, but you know your servant who used to pass those letters was as loyal as they come. “It’s for my Nan, she basically raised me, and I miss her dearly. She was like a mother to me.”

You hate lying, but she’s immediately sympathetic. “I can certainly see if I can get it out, I will go to town tomorrow and have letters from the palace I’m taking. But your land is very, very far.”

“I know, it’s a long shot, but if you could try I’d be eternally grateful.” You touch her fingers that rest on your shoulder now. “I’m all alone here.”

“You’re not, you have the emperor - I am sure he’ll come to admire you, my lady, maybe give him some time?” You smile as if you believe a word of that. “But of course I can.”

“Thank you Miwa,” you have another letter you had written to Nan later wrapped around the letter for Suguru, sealed with wax the next morning as you give it to her, and as she’s leaving, Kiyotaka is walking up with a little black velvet box in his hand. “Good morning, Ijichi.”

“Good morning my lady,” he bows, and you tilt your head curiously as you look at the box. “His Majesty asked me to bring this for you to wear tonight.”

“Ah, I see. Thank you.” You take the box from his hands with a friendly smile, exhaustion making your temples ache. To say you slept like shit was quite a fucking understatement.

You take the long box and sit it on your bed, undoing all the frilly blue ribbon carefully, when you see it. A beautiful sapphire necklace laying on a bed of light satin, your jaw clenches as you see the note attached to it. You pick it up carefully, unfolding the parchment, which has a seal of the emperor on it.

My dear bride,

Since you like necklaces so much, I decided you should wear a beautiful one, around your pretty little neck. I look forward to seeing this adorn your collarbone for our dinner tonight, as well as the dress I’m having sent up to you. It’s part of the Gojo family jewels, so you can adorn yourself with a part of your most loving husband.

Yours,

Satoru.

As you fume over his ridiculous, conceited and insane fucking gesture, Satoru is in his own chambers, toying with the little delicate necklace, the one he broke off your neck last night, staring at it with narrowed eyes, wondering just who the fuck had possession of your heart. He contemplates two things-

Fixing it, so you may not hate him.

Or melting it into a fucking fire.

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[lyraxnova]

the dream method

… you are currently in a dream

this is for the anon in my inbox asking about methods. inspired by @hrrtshape anti method, which lives forever in my mind like a spellbook. this is my version. and it works. like wake-up-in-your-dr works.

you’re not stuck. you’re not trying to shift. you’re not reaching. you’re just dreaming.

this whole place, your current reality? it’s a dream. you are asleep in your dr, safe and warm and home. and this life you think you’re living is just your dream self walking through a fog. a little movie you’re watching behind your eyelids.

so what do you do?

you don’t fix the dream. you don’t analyse is. you don’t wait for it to suddenly vanish. you wake up.

you tell yourself: this is a dream. i’m dreaming. i’m already in my dr. i’ve woken up from this dream.

and you don’t give in to the thoughts that push back. you don’t explain yourself to the voice that’s telling you no. you just keep going. keep affirming.

why does this work? because your subconscious is always listening.

and it doesn’t care if you’re screaming your affirmations or whispering them in your sleep. it’s not looking for emotions. it’s not analysing how “real” it feels. it’s just responding to the story you keep telling.

so when you tell it “i’m in a dream. i’m already there” again. and again. and again…

your subconscious says: okay.

you do not need to visualise.

you do not need to feel anything.

you do not need to “connect” to your dr.

you do not need to wait for a sign or a symptom.

you just need to decide. “i’m already there.” not because it feels real. not because you believed perfectly. but because you said so. that’s enough. your subconscious doesn’t care if your voice is shaky. it doesn’t check for proof. it just follows the dominant assumption.

and the more you assume it, the more it settles into place. the less resistance, the less confusion. until your eyes open, and they open in the right world. you didn’t earn it. you didn’t force it. you just woke up.

✨ this is a dream. about time you woke up, don’t you think?

[starktonyx]

Are we out of the woods yet?

Pairing: John Walker x reader. Word count: 6.2k

Description: John Walker and you are nothing more than two idiots who can’t stand each other. But when a mission goes wrong and you fall through cracking ice, he does everything in his power to keep you alive.

Warnings/Tags: Enemies to ‘you saved my life, what are we now?’, hurt/comfort, drowning in frigid water, CPR, body heat. You might fall in love with him. Thunderbolts make a cheeky appearance.

Notes: This was the most voted option for my next fic, it’s uh … it’s a bit long, yeah 🤭. Enjoy 🫶🏼

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You'd lost a stupid bet to Yelena, so stupid you couldn't even remember what it was, but you were currently living the consequences of it.

Which meant being paired on a mission with none other than John Walker.

Yes, the myth, the legend, the annoying, all star american asshole.

You'd managed to avoid being paired with him for a while. After all, the last few missions you were together had ended in setbacks, for the simple reason you two just couldn't get along. We're talking about a history of missed targets, blown covers, a few stray bullets aimed in each other's general direction, and maybe ... one crashed jet.

So Bucky and Yelena avoided it at all costs when planning for missions.

That was until now, all because Yelena had gotten bored. A lost bet landed you back on another jet with him of all people.

Mission site was in the middle of a frozen forest, where sunlight hadn't touched the snowy ground in years. Even inside the jet, you could feel the cold creeping through the metal walls as you got closer to the drop point.

You were sent to retrieve intel from a highly guarded facility that had made enemies with Valentina. Maybe eliminate a few targets if it came to that. Quite standard, even easy if you actually knew how to work together as a team.

The worst part? Their security perimeter stretched for miles. Which meant you had to go through a rough landing between the trees, far away from the base, and then hike through thick snow and unforgiving cold just to get in there.

Any enhanced teammate would've been better than you. Either Bucky or Alexei ... maybe they just didn't want to stroll around for miles with Walker either.

Couldn't blame them.

So Yelena, influenced by Bob surely, thought it would be funny to send you. Now that was the worst part, doing all of it with him.

You didn't even know what it was about Walker that riled you up so badly. Maybe it was his superiority complex. Maybe it was his agressiveness when he didn't like the way you planned things. Or how he never took the blame when things went sideways, even when he'd done something reckless too. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the way he looked a little too good when he was pissed at you, those veins in his neck, chest heaving, strands of sweaty hair sticking to his forehead—stop.

Let's go back to 'You simply don't get along'.

It was easier to hate him than to name ...whatever the hell this was.

"Can you stop doing that? I'm trying to land this thing, or are you looking to crash another plane?" Walker snapped from the pilot seat, not even turning to look at you.

You stopped for a second, realizing you'd started pacing in the back of the jet. It was the only thing keeping your body warm, and your mouth shut.

Until he had to open his.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is the super soldier getting distracted?" you said sarcastically. "Maybe if you actually paid attention to the plane this time, you won’t crash another one."

"We crashed because you couldn't sit still for five seconds … like right now."

"Wow, you're right. I brought it down with my bad attitude. My apologies, Cap."

You noticed the way his posture tensed on the seat, knuckles immediately flexing on the controls ... why was he so easy to rile up?

And why the hell was that kinda ... No. Stop it.

John didn't know what it was about you that riled him up so bad either. Maybe it was the constant defiance, that bratty attitude he just couldn't allow. Maybe it was how you never followed his orders, even when he was right. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the way you kept running your mouth and he could only think about his mouth on yours to shut you up—no.

He just hated you, that was it.

"Just sit your ass down and put on your belt. We're about to land," he muttered, trying not to sound like he wanted to throw you out mid flight. "I don't know how bad it's gonna be landing into the woods."

You figured it was better to comply, not for him, but because the mission hadn't even started yet and part of the bet with Yelena was to finish the mission successfully, without killing each other in the process.

A lost bet was a lost bet, after all.

You plopped down into the copilot seat beside him, letting your eyes roll as you buckled in. John just side eyed you.

"Good girl," he muttered under his breath, but loud enough for you to hear.

You went upright in your sit, looking at him with disbelief. "What the hell did you just call me?"

All you saw was a half smirk on his face, but before you could unbuckle and force him to say it again, the jet landed harshly into the snowy woods, trees scraping against the reinforced windshield as the aircraft rolled for some distance until it came to an abrupt halt.

You groaned when your head knocked hard against the leather copilot seat. From the corner of your eye, you saw his head snap toward you.

"You okay?" he asked, already unbuckling his belt.

If you really looked into it, it sounded a bit off from someone who had made very clear how much he didn't care about you. But apparently he seemed to have forgotten that for a moment, as he walked over and knelt in front of your seat, fingers working quickly to unbuckle you as he scanned your face for any signs of a concussion.

And for a moment you believed the hit gave you one, because there was no way in hell this was real.

John Walker...being nice to you? Caring?

You blinked a few times at the sight of him crouched at your feet, heart thumping so loud on your chest you were sure he could hear it. John's eyebrows furrowed to your lack of response.

You considered faking the concussion so you could blame your dazed state to that and not to the fact that his large hands rested on your knees like he wasn’t the last person who wanted to touch you.

"I'm good," you finally replied, barely audible, but enough for him to let out a breath he was holding.

Your eyes dropped to your lap, and he was suddenly aware of the placement of his hands. He quickly cleared his throat, standing up to somehow pretend to shrug it off. He grabbed his shield from the floor and tightened it up in his arm, maybe a little too hard so he could control his own heartbeat.

"Okay then … time to go to work."

You cleared your throat too, nodding and trying to ignore the heat that flushed across your cheeks.

Must've been the landing... yeah, just that.

——

The rough landing seemed to had messed with the jet's communication system, leaving you unable to notify anyone back at the watchtower that you'd made it safely.

You barely got two steps outside before regretting every decision that led you to this point. The stupid bet with Yelena. Stupid Bob.

Actually, scratch that ... Yelena was taking the yelling for the both of them.

Even layered head to toe with Valentina's high tech tactical suit, the cold crept in through every seam and zipper. The forest around you was quiet, and too white, just frost covered pines and the sound of boots crunching the snow below you.

And... him.

He walked ahead of you, carrying the map completely unfazed by the freezing air, head high and posture perfect, with that ridiculous bent shield attached to his arm.

"Walker, why do you get the map?" you asked, not even trying to hide your irritation.

"Because I actually know how to read it," he replied without looking back.

You rolled your eyes. Honestly, you didn't even want the map, your crossed arms were staying glued to your chest for warmth. Picking a fight with him was just the most entertaining way to stay conscious.

You walked in silence for about fifteen minutes before you started talking again, not because you had anything relevant to say, but because it kept your jaw moving.

"How much longer?" you asked, not intending it to come out as whiny as it did, but the cold sinking in your bones was making your brain foggy.

"Can't keep up, already?" he mocked. "Want me to take out the Sentry I keep in my pocket? Maybe he can fly us there."

You inhaled sharply, resisting the sudden urge to stab him. No one would know ... right? Mission incident. Just an incident.

You shook your head, you still needed him to get out of there. That didn't mean you couldn't mess with him a little longer.

So you sniffled.

"You're so mean, John," you mumbled, voice laced with fake hurt.

He stopped in his tracks, shocked about two things. First, did you just call him John? And second ... were you sobbing?

He immediately spun around to check, and Jesus, not a single tear. Just a goddamn grin spreading across your face.

His was jaw tight as he turned away, clearly realizing he'd been played.

"You're impossible," he muttered, shaking his head as he began walking again. You laughed.

"I'm actually cold ... not that you'd get it Walker, you're biologically incapable of suffering."

"Can you just be quiet for two seconds?" He groaned. "Maybe shutting up will help you preserve some energy."

"Oh, I'm sorry," you huffed, "Are we saving that energy for all the arguing we're gonna do later?" you were panting now, hating the way your breaths came shorter from the lack of oxygen.

He stopped again, turned just enough to glance at you over his shoulder.

"You good back there, or do I need to carry you?"

There was a part of it that sounded like he actually gave a fuck, but most of it was just him being sarcastic. Or at least that's what you told yourself.

"Oh, please," you scoffed, trudging past him in the snow. "I'd rather get naked here in the cold than be carried by you." He let out a short, dry laugh, and continued trailing behind you.

Yes, fighting with you was entertaining to him too.

The two of you went deeper into the snowy woods for a while, until the trail curved into a clearing. There, a wide, frozen lake stretched in front of you, splitting the path you were supposed to get across. It was lightly dusted in snow, surface thin enough to be a problem but not so fragile you couldn't maybe cross it if you were careful.

If you were careful.

Walker stepped in front of you, eyes scanning the amount of space the lake covered. He cursed under his breath, realizing going around was not an option if he wanted to get this mission done before the night fell and you froze to death.

"I don't like the look of this." He muttered, shaking his head.

It didn't take long for him to get into his I-was-a-soldier-once persona, running through scenarios in his head until he chose the one he seemed to be satisfied with.

Surprise, it was always the same one.

"Okay ... you're gonna have to stay right behind me. I'll check the ice as I go, you step where I step, got it?" He turned to you, lifting his eyebrows expecting an answer while you looked at him with an annoyed expression.

Yes, you knew it was the safest way to do it, he just didn't have to sound so condescending about it.

"Yes ... got it Walker, thank you," you rolled your eyes, eager for him to just go so you could get this over with.

He sighed, and turned his back to you. He adjusted his shield on his arm and stretched his neck from side to side. You snorted, why was he so dramatic all the time?

"Let's go," he muttered, before testing the first step by tapping into the ice with his boot.

You made your way like that, he gave cautious long steps, first putting part of his weight to test it, then all of it, before he could step forward with you behind him. You kept yourself close to him, as much as you told yourself you didn't enjoy it, the broadness of his back covered you from the chill air and his body was so warm you could feel it through his suit.

You didn't notice when he came to an abrupt halt, lifting his right arm up as a 'stop sign' a second too late, causing you to collide against his back.

"What the– ouch!" You cursed when you crashed into him. He didn't even budge from his spot, it was like hitting a wall. A six foot two brick wall. "Do you mind warning me before stopping like that? you are literally made of concrete," you complained, rubbing your forehead.

"I literally signed it when I stopped," he furrowed his brows, pointing the hand he kept in the air. 

"You are supposed to sign it before you stop, soldier boy. Or how about you just talk like a normal human being?"

"Listen, I think this is a thinner section, so we have to walk through slower, s l o w e r, is it clear enough for you now?" he said, spelling the world 'slower' as he made a walking motion with his fingers on the palm of his hand.

God, stabbing him never sounded like a better idea.

"Jesus Walker, do you even hear yourself when you talk? Just because you're leading doesn't mean you have to be a dick about it." You were almost yelling, completely fuming at this point.

"If you don't like the way I lead," he snapped, gesturing sharply in front of him, "then by all means, go ahead, take the lead. Break the ice if you want. I won't catch you if you drown."

You narrowed your eyes at him.

He didn't expect you to actually move.

But you did. Because you'd rather drown out of spite than let him think he had the final word. So you squared your shoulders and strode right past him without hesitation.

His hand shot out to grab your shoulder. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm taking the lead," you shrugged, and he looked at you in disbelief.

"Are you serious right now–"

You yanked your shoulder from his grasp before he could finish. "Dead serious."

You kept walking without testing your steps, John's eye twitched at the sound of your boots hitting the ice. At this point you had forgotten how cold you were, just from the anger at him alone.

"Oh great ... yeah, keep stomping like that. You want me to throw the shield too? Maybe help you break it faster?"

"No, Walker, I don't want your stupid taco shield. Besides, I'm lighter than you."

You kept your pace, ice creaking faintly beneath you, but you ignored it. You were almost halfway through. When his firm hand latched onto your forearm, rougher this time, stopping you in your tracks.

"Stop doing that!" he snapped, holding you firmer so you wouldn't let go. "You can't just walk off and–"

"God, stop stopping me!" you shouted back, twisting violently in his grip. "Let go of me, Walker!"

But this time, he wasn't gonna let you. You exhaled loudly, feeling helpless, so you stomped your foot on the thin ice. Great … you were letting John Walker make you throw a tantrum. He just got angrier at your reckless move.

"I gave you an order!" He finally snapped, making your eyes go wide in surprise to his audacity.

Where the hell does this man get off?

You just stood there in silence for a few seconds that felt like an eternity, his grip still firm on your forearm. Your brows furrowed, chest rising up and down from the confrontation. You swore your head was about to explode.

"You know what, Walker," you muttered, your voice was low because you felt that if you raised it any louder you were about to have a stroke. "Maybe if you used half of the brain inside your big stupid head you would realize you're not the boss of me."

He opened his mouth to talk, but nothing came out. His posture relaxed slightly, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"I'm just trying to keep you alive," he muttered, like he was trying to make you understand something he couldn't quite put into words.

You saw a flicker of something different in his eyes, making you lower your arm to stop resisting against his grip. You wanted to believe him, you really did. Flashes of the way he'd looked concerned about you back in the jet invaded your mind.

But no. You wouldn't give him the pleasure.

"I don't need you to do that," you whispered, and when you noticed a slight falter in his grip, you forcibly pulled yourself back.

The sound of cracking ice didn't even register to him until it was too late. You turned around to continue making your way, planning to ignore him the rest of the mission.

"Wait, stop—" he blurted out, reaching a hand to stop you, but you had already stepped forward.

The clear layer beneath your boots gave way in an instant.

Freezing water swallowed you whole as you lost sight on John, who stood on what was left of the ice on the surface.

It wasn't just cold, it was paralyzing.

Your breath got caught somewhere in your lungs, never making it out. You tried to swim up but everything was so heavy, your limbs, your thoughts ... the world. You could only watch as you were dragged from the light above.

This was it. Your last dumb mission, stuck with him of all people.

John's knees hit the ground hard, scrambling to the edge of the crack you'd fallen in, peering into the dark, freezing water. But he could see nothing.

"Shit—shit ... where are you?” he looked frantically, but there was no way he could get you out like that, the current had pulled you under.

He inmmediatly dropped the shield attached to his arm, the goddamn map, and didn't even think twice before diving in. The cold punched the air from his lungs, but he didn't care, he could take it. You couldn't.

His eyes went wide in the dark, searching through the blurry water for you. Minutes passed, but he refused to acknowledge how long it was taking him to find you, how his enhanced body was already pleading for oxygen.

But then, in the distance he saw something. A figure ... your body, sinking like it didn't belong to someone fighting for their life.

Maybe you weren't fighting anymore.

No. God please—no.

He got to you in three large strokes, grabbed you with one arm, and pushed up, only to be met with thick, unbroken ice above. He cursed, accidentally swallowing some water. He slammed his fist into it once, twice, he didn't know how many it took until it broke wide open, cracks stained with the blood of his hand.

It didn't matter, he would heal.

John bursted through the surface with you held tight to his chest, coughing, ignoring the cold sinking into his bones as he dragged you into a thicker part of the ice like his life depended on it.

Because it did. Because yours did. But you weren't breathing anymore.

"No no no ... hey, hey, come on–" he groaned, laying your head on his lap, gently tapping your cheek, but you didn’t open your eyes. "Fuck."

He cradled your head to place you flat on the ice, and kneeled beside you. You were still, too still, the image of your limp body broke something inside him he didn’t even know was there.

"Don't do this to me," he muttered, as he started CPR with just one blood stained hand so his strength wouldn't crack your ribs on top of everything else. "Come on. Come on, don't– not like this ... I didn't mean it dammit!"

He shook his head, wet hair splashing cold water everywhere, aggressively wiping his eyes with his free hand, before going down to blow oxygen into your mouth.

"Breathe .. please breathe. You're not–you're not allowed to go out like this, you hear me?"

He kept just kept going, didn't plan on giving up, not on you. Compress, oxygen. Compress, oxygen. Over and over.

Until you finally jerked under him.

Water burst from your mouth in a choking cough, body lurching forward, your hands reaching out to cling on something, anything.

John.

He exhaled like he hadn't since he saw you go under the water and immediately scooped you up against his chest, a large hand placed behind your head to steady you. You gasped as you shivered, and he just felt this excruciating pain in his chest.

"Okay ... okay. You're okay," he mumbled, more to himself than you. "You're going to be just fine."

He just stroked your hair, as he kept muttering 'you're okay' 'you're alive'. You coughed a few more times, clinging into the heat of his chest that escaped the wet fabric of his clothes. That's when you realized he was soaking and shaking too, he'd actually pulled you out.

"You ... you went after me," you blurted out.

John wanted to punch himself in that moment. Repeatedly. Why did he have to say all those things to you? He knew damn well he would go after you every time.

He held you tighter, and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, voice cracking, something you never thought would hear from him, but man was he holding you like his life depended on it.

You wanted to say something else, but your teeth began chattering uncontrollably. You weakly pulled apart to look at him, maybe to let him know you felt your body giving out, maybe to look at him clearly one last time before your eyes began blurring more. And he saw it, he knew.

"No–no don't do that. Stay with me, alright? Listen to me! Just this once."

You're not the boss of me, Walker, you thought.

He finally stood up, pulling you up into his arms, one hand braced under your knees, the other across your back. "We're heading back to the jet. I need you to stay awake for me."

You just managed to nod, curling against his chest.

He left his shield behind, Val would get it back and if she didn't who cares. That wasn't important to him now, you were.

He miraculously managed to make it out the frozen lake without it breaking again, running right back into the forest path you'd already hiked through.

At this point, he didn't feel the cold anymore.

Didn't feel the bite of ice in his clothes, or the burning ache in his chest as he launched himself through the trees. You were trembling in his arms, he knew you were getting worse the longer he took to get you to shelter.

"Hey," John barked, louder than he meant to, like volume would anchor you to him. "C'mon. Say something, just keep talking."

You wanted to roll your eyes and laugh at him. He sounded way too desperate, for someone who couldnt stand you this morning. "You suck," you managed to blurt out, and you felt his laugh vibrate in his chest.

"Good girl," he replied, trying to get you mad at him like he'd done earlier in the jet, just so you talked to him.

Just so you stayed alive out of pure spite.

But you didn't fight him this time, you didn't want to anymore. He could boss you around all he wanted as long as you could feel the warmth of his body. As long as he kept running through the woods, holding you like you were the only thing that mattered to him.

"Eyes open. Stay with me." He groaned, when he didn't get the reaction he wanted. "Just a little longer, alright? Yell at me, go ahead, just keep saying shit. Insult my haircut. Tell me I ruined your day ... anything."

You made a noise, maybe a word, but it sounded wrong. Your head lolled against his shoulder and your lips were turning blue.

"Fuck," he hissed. "You're not dying on me."

The jet was on sight now, slightly buried in snow between the crashed pines. The second he reached the ramp, he stumbled up with you in his arms, kicking the door open. The inside was less cold than outside, but it was not enough.

He laid you gently on the copilot seat, and turned to the controls, desperately flipping switches to get the jet's heating system going, and fiddling with the comms settings to try to get to the team.

"Bucky? Yelena? Anybody, come in–" he barked, looking at you over his shoulder. "We need immediate extraction."

Nothing came back, the signal was still down.

"Goddammit." He slammed the control panel, a let out a string of curses under his breath.

He finally turned to your figure on the seat, and felt his whole chest cave in. You weren't moving anymore, just breathing shallow and slow. He could hear your heartbeat slowing down as you stared at him with half lidded eyes.

The jet had barely warmed up. It was like being inside a fucking freezer. There was no time, he knew what he needed to do.

"Fuck it."

He stripped off his gear quickly. The heat of his body had already dried off most of it. Still, he got rid of his tactical suit, gloves, the compression shirt he wore inside, until he was left in his underwear, body steaming against the crisp air.

He knelt by your chair, then hesitantly placed his hands on your soaked layers.

"Sorry ... I have to do this," he muttered, as his fingers found your suit's zipper. "I know you hate me. I know this is the last thing you want ... but I need you to live more than I need your permission right now."

His hands were careful. Gentle, even as they worked fast. He took off all layers, except for your underwear. His jaw clenched the whole time as he tried to keep his eyes from looking more than necessary.

He then lifted you off the seat so he could sit instead, placing you on his lap. He pulled you as close as he could, chest to chest, arms wrapped around your freezing body trying to trap as much heat as he could between you. He tilted your face gently, tucking it under his chin.

And God, he was warm.

By this point you had stopped shivering, but he knew it meant you were just at the worst stage of it. Your lips were blue, skin worryingly lifeless, and you couldn't quite figure out what was going on anymore.

"I got you," he whispered, kissing your head like he did when he got you out of the water. But that time you'd gotten back to him. Right now you were drifting away. "I've got you. You're gonna be okay."

"John?" His name came out unsure. Like you didn't remember he was even with you. Like you didn't remember you never called him John.

"Yeah it's me ... it's Walker. You hate my guts, remember? ... come on, stay with me," he held you tighter, wishing there was a way to give you all the serum going through his veins, even if it was him dying instead of you. "I didn't mean it. Any of it. You can punch me when you get better. I'll let you."

His hands tan through your back, your arms, rubbing warmth into your skin, trying to coax you back.

"I'll carry you through another mile of snow. I'll lose all the bets to Yelena if it means you get to yell at me one more time."

He didn't know what he was saying anymore. And it's not like you were hearing him anyways, time got strange after that.

You drifted in and out, sometimes aware of his arms around you, sometimes lost in the static of your own head. But slowly, like fog clearing, your mind began to catch up with your body. You felt heat all around you, like you were wrapped in something solid and safe.

And... bare.

Your cheek was pressed to bare skin.

John Walker's skin.

You blinked against the soft rise and fall of his chest, his heart thumping under your ear.

"...you're warm," you whispered, barely audible.

For a moment, he thought he’d imagined it. But you shifted in his grip enough to let him know that you were there, that you were real again.

Thanks to him.

"You're alive," he exhaled. His hand instinctively cupped the back of your head, fingers threading carefully through damp strands. "Jesus ... you're alive."

"You sound surprised," you rasped, lips ghosting a smirk.

"I watched you fall through the ice." His voice cracked on the word fall. "Yeah ... I'm fucking surprised."

"I can tell ... your heart is racing," you mumbled, voice coming out hoarse from your dry throat.

The adrenaline was still screaming through his bloodstream. He wanted to play it off, crack a joke, maybe roll his eyes and say yeah, thanks for ruining the mission, but none of that came out.

"Yeah ... well," he breathed out. "You scared the hell out of me."

There. He said it. Fuck it.

"I thought you hated me,"

"I tried to.. . God knows, you make it easy."

That made you huff a shaky laugh. He ignored the way his heart skipped to that. You were laughing again. Alive. In his arms.

"You're not exactly sunshine yourself, John."

John. His name sounded so pretty coming out your lips when you were not dying.

"I know."

That was probably the first conversation that didn't end with you wanting to punch him in the face. Something had shifted.

Maybe almost dying was all it took.

It was like the cold had finally frozen the part of your brain that hated John Walker. Or the heat of his body had melted the part of you that still tried to pretend you did.

You nestled your face closer to his neck, trying to soak in the impossible warmth of his skin. "I didn't mean it either ... you know. All the times I said you were insufferable."

He didn't say anything.

"I mean, you are ... but–" You exhaled. "I think I just didn't want to deal with whatever this was."

You felt his fingers twitch against your back, still careful, like you weren't almost naked in his arms.

"Yeah," he said. "Same."

John looked down at you, still cradled to him like glass. You were watching him now, really watching him, and not with the usual disgust behind your eyes. This time it was something... gentler.

And he was close. Too close. You could feel the heat of him everywhere, arms still locked around you like you belonged there. And his gaze had stopped hiding whatever had been buried under all those arguments and insults.

He tilted his head, eyes flickering down to your lips for a second too long. That's when something snapped inside you. You surged forward before your brain could catch up.

It wasn't cute, not at first. It was cold dry lips, desperate touches, and months of pent up tension crashing together. But then he softened, his hand cradled your face like you were something fragile, and yours clung to his neck like maybe if you held tighter, this wouldn't end.

But it did, because he pulled apart, like he was still holding himself back. He shook his head.

"I want you alive first ... fully conscious," he whispered against your lips. "Not ... not like this."

Of course he wasn't sure if this was real. If this was just some kind of 'thanks for saving me' type kiss. Like tomorrow you would wake up and remember you hated him, and he wasn't sure if he could take that.

You shook your head, you have never known what you wanted more than in this moment. Maybe it was the adrenaline wearing off. Maybe it was the brush with death.

"No," you shook your head. "Ive never felt more alive ... and I'm not wasting another second."

John opened his mouth to argue, but you kissed him before he could. You took all the strenght left in your body to kiss him deeper, until it was less about the anger, the insecurities, and more about everything else you hadn't said yet.

And you showed him, with your hands running through his hair, with your tongue playing with his, that this kiss wasn't a just a thank you, it was an apology ... a finally. Because you still didn’t know what the hell this was, but neither of you wanted to fight it anymore.

You pulled back breathless, but you were still so close that you could feel his chest rising and falling against yours. And then ... you both laughed.

Awkwardly. Like you didn’t know what to do with each other now.

"...What on earth was that?" you whispered, smiling through the adrenaline crash.

"I ...I don't know," he muttered, a little dazed.

You knew you should be panicking, overthinking. You should be denying everything that just happened. Yet still, you're both laughing again, naturally, like you didn't spend the last months wanting to stab each other.

Something loosened inside you, and you closed your eyes. His warmth, John was so damn cozy and soft ... almost unreasonably so.

Until he oppened his mouth again. Because he was still John Walker after all.

"So... what was that about you rather being naked around here than letting me carry you?" He allowed himself to tease you, because he could now.

Because everything you said in your stupid argument came true. You just didn't expect him to rub it in. You opened your mouth in surprise, hitting his chest, but this time it was playful.

"Haha, very funny. What was that about you not going after me if I drowned?" you snarked back.

He chuckled, and god ... it felt so easy now. He didn't have to say something mean back this time, too many months wasted on that.

So he just leaned in and crashed his lips against you.

Because you were cold. Because you were warm. Because your lips were right there and he just saved your life. And he was sick of pretending he hated the sound of your voice.

This time what interrupted your little make out you was the voice of someone else.

"... h-hello? ... guys come in. We got your message, Walker. Already on our way. Are you both okay?"

Yelena's voice coming out the jet’s comms made your tongues freeze mid kiss. You split apart like teenagers caught making out in a janitors closet.

You were suddenly aware of your very compromising position ... almost naked.

"Oh my god ... oh my god, John," you panicked, looking at the pile of wet clothes on the floor. "She's not even gonna let us explain it to her."

"Just ... don't answer yet," he hissed. "Give me a second to ... it's just my face, I can't—" He turned away from you.

"Are you blushing?" You chuckled through your panic.

"No ... It's the cold, shut up."

"Guys, do you copy? Hellooo ... this is Yelena … I swear to God if you two are dead, I'm going to be very upset."

You scrambled upright, before she thought about accessing the jets cameras or video calling, and tapped the console to talk to her.

"This is Walker and uh ... me," you said, voice slightly breathless. "We're alive, mission compromised. But we're... okay."

There was a pause, and you thought maybe you saved your asses.

"Why do you sound like you've been making out?"

You didn't answer inmediatly.

"Hold on ..." she hurried, and you panicked.

A white light flickered, signaling image was coming through. A fucking video call.

Before you could launch towards the control deck to cut the communication, a hollogram showed the inside of another jet, and Yelena's face. Or more accurately, Yelena's extremely judgmental face. Her eyes went wide, jaw almost falling to the floor.

"What the fuck are you guys doing?"

John cursed under his breath and reached blindly to get his tactical shirt, laying it over your shoulders to cover what was left of your dignity. Bob's voice came in behind her.

"Wait, wait ... move, lemme see—holy shit,” he covered his mouth with both hands, in half amusement, half disbelief.

Ava shoved herself into frame next, squinting. "Are you guys... naked?"

Bucky just peeked his head in, horrified. "They are."

You covered your face with both hands, muffling a mortified groan. John just tipped his head back and let out the most dramatic sigh of his life.

"I swear to god," he muttered. "We weren't ... we're not—it was hypothermia!"

"And your solution was...?" Yelena teased.

"Body heat, Belova," he snapped, rolling his eyes. "It's called first aid, look it up."

"Well ... clearly you got aided." Ava smirked at you.

Bob's voice chimed in again. "I bet that's not the only thing he—"

"BOB."

Yelena mouthed a sorry to the camera after shutting him up, and gently pushed him to the side. Ava disappeared next to them. Even off frame you could still hear their muffled laughs.

Bucky just scanned your face through the screen. "You okay?"

You nodded, because you were. You finally were. "He's really warm."

John cleared his throat.

"We need evac. She's stable now but still cold. Jet heating wasn't enough, I did the only thing I could."

"Copy that," Bucky nodded, biting his cheek to not say anything. "Reaching your coordinates, just please... put your shirts back on before we get there."

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[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥… || 𝐒𝐚𝐣𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary_ That time when Rumi’s sword and the Huntr/x’s weapons brought a common enemy for both hunters and demons: an angel messing with them and the Saja Boys as the most successful idol.

warnings_ angel!reader (she’s literally god), mostly Jinu x reader, but everyone is obsessed with her, canon divergence, cringe, sexual innuendos, saja boys kinda perverts but reader doesn’t feel awkward, teasing, reader kinda into being shared between the Saja Boys, canon divergence, NO PROOFREAD

notes_ so my saja boys ranking is 1-Jinu, 2-Abby and 3-Baby

♫ ♪ the world’s worst Saja Boys playlist

✰ Index (+ fics here)

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It was summer already. But that night was covered by the rope of a cold breeze.

The sword disappeared into the demon’s chest. Rumi felt the tip of her weapon hitting one of the giant rocks on the floor.

The demon vanished into a cloud of mist and sparkles, which commonly happened after getting rid of them. But a horde of pink light seemed to come out, down from the cracks of the floor. The whole ancient temple was illuminated by said pink light and even Rumi’s braid was pulled back with the wind that came along.

Rumi covered her eyes and waited till the blinding lights and wind passed. Horrid screams and angelic voices could be heard at some distance with echo, making her shiver as goosebumps shattered her. Felt as if a curse had been unleashed. The purple-haired huntress sighed, catching a breath as she searched for anything abnormal.

At the same time, Mira and Zoey came running behind her.

“What was that?” Zoey yelled.

Once the three girls were together, they exchanged looks at each other, visibly confused.

“A flash spurted from the ground as we killed the last demons” Mira explained.

“Same happened here” Rumi answered, looking back around.

“I don’t think anything changed?” Zoey questioned. “The Saja Boys aren’t nearby”

“No, it’s all clear”

“Everything feels normal…” Rumi agreed.

“Great!” The three girls said in unison, convincing themselves that everything was alright with smiles on their faces.

So they went back to their place and plotted to watch a new show and eat tons of food while doing their skincare.

…

For any K-pop idol, Inkigayo was a big deal. It was the perfect opportunity to promote new music, gain new fans, set new trends… or cause drama.

Huntr/x and Saja Boys patiently waited backstage till they were called out to perform. The boys looked annoyingly good. With salmon and mint clothes mixed. They were going to perform “Soda Pop” and a new song apparently.

Then, Huntr/x were going to perform a remix of “How It’s Done”, with new metallic attires.

“Stop looking at his abs” Rumi scolded Mira and Zoey.

“We are so not looking at his abs” Mira answered, obviously glued to Abby and his gorgeous physique.

At the least expected moment, Rumi had Jinu beside her.

“So… Have you told them about your… skin issues?” Jinu asked, his fingers softly touching the barely visible skin of her neck. Rumi stepped backwards.

“No. And stop pressuring me” she answered, ignoring his smirk and teasing tone.

Jinu chuckled and just crossed his arms, his soft biceps flexing. Rumi couldn’t drool about it since she started getting stressed about her sudden patterns and her voice failing to reach her usual notes.

“Don’t take too long…” he said, leaning forward towards her. Then, he whispered in her ear. “Or, you know, I can always tell them…”

“No” her serious tone made Jinu realize he couldn’t bother her anymore. So he just smiled and walked back with the rest of the boys.

“Sorry, but there’s been a change in the program” a man said, pushing both Huntr/x and Saja Boys back.

They all looked confused at each other.

“Why?” Romance asked.

“Yeah, Why?” Mira joined with a big frown.

The man fixed his glasses, looked at the papers in his hand, and barely looked at the group of idols before he spoke.

“There’s a bigger performance before you two” and he left.

“What do you mean bigger?” Zoey asked in disbelief.

“Do you know who we are?” Abby yelled, bumping his chest against Mira’s back, making her frown and receive a wink from the muscular man.

“What is going on?” Rumi whispered, but Jinu and the girls heard her.

The doors opened and a bunch of staff entered. They all wore white clothing with golden jewelry. They were all very attractive people. And they were styling the mysterious new idol.

An extremely attractive woman. So celestial, heavenly….

You knew the aura you carried, the way you moved, sang, and laughed was able to catch anyone’s attention.

You felt makeup brushes adding more highlighter that looked as if your cheeks were wet, dripping sparkles. Romance was all over seeing your lips full of crimson lipstick with sparkles. Abby had his eyes glued to your satin gown that had the lace on the cleavage changed so the whole look ended up looking modern and sophisticated. Baby and Mystery couldn’t stop looking at your hair that bounced like soft waves and appeared to smell perfectly.

And Jinu was frozen, questioning what you had that was making him uneasy and making his heart beat so fast.

You passed by the two groups and eyed them up and down. You got closer to one of the men. Black hair, tall, soft lips, and an adorable nose, very hot overall.

He gulped and you smiled at his nervousness. Jinu; you had seen his name and the rest of the band’s in some ad.

Your fingers traced a line in his neck and your smile grew wider. You felt his pulse and how nervous he was. His natural demon lilac skin with patterns appeared where you touched him and even Rumi, Zoey and Mira gasped in shock. Wondering how that was possible…

“Nice makeup…” you said, loud enough so you could be heard.

Then you turned to Huntr/x, barely eyeing them as some of your team passed you a microphone with foil details.

“Good luck” the girls only stared back, visible disgust in their faces, even jealousy, you knew.

As much as they hated the Saja Boys, seeing them drooling over you and acting like lost puppies, made them feel jealous. Maybe deep down, they liked to be shipped with the demons. Just for the thrill.

The production behind your stage was shocking. The pink, aquamarine, and orange misty visuals, coral lighting, and faint dark details resembled a retelling of heaven.

“Who’s that pissy crabby?” Mira asked as the music began.

“She’s so hot” Abby and Baby said standing next to her.

“Maybe just pretty” Rumi commented with slight venom in her voice.

“Darling, look at that sight” Romance added, making Mira roll her eyes and huff.

And then you started singing.

Certainly, there is something

Do the rumors

Indeed whisper truly what you are

(Only I know there’s a naked truth)

Tell me what you see

Show me what you want

I can make you reach the sky

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Rumi and Jinu frowned, then looked at each other.

It’s in your weapons

What might cleanse the realm

But only I-

(Only I know there’s a naked truth)

Within my touch

I send them back to hell

I make her curse her sword

And still they want more of me

It felt like an ice bucket splash. There was no way you knew about demon hunters, and demons themselves. Jinu looked at the TV connected to the backstage and noticed the crowds looking at your performance. Girls carried metallic dark silver lightsticks with pink details and wings as decoration. The TV was showing you dancing as the beat changed to a faster tempo, and the sign of your song being named “Naked Truth”.

“She’s an angel” Rumi confirmed to Jinu and everyone turned to look at her in shock.

At the word “angel” the Saja Boys seemed to be out of their trance. Their lovesick faces changed to disgust. Except for Jinu, who seemed thoughtful. It was very rare to hear something about angels. They hadn’t been around for a long time. So allegedly seeing one in person was truly a surprise.

But where did you came from?

“I think we invited her that day at the temple” Zoey added.

“Still. Why would she want to be an idol?” Baby traduced for Mystery, who never moved or emitted a sound.

“Freedom” Jinu revealed, looking back at you, then at the bunch.

And then, you only confirmed to them your true nature as a big pair of puffy angel wings elevated you for your grand finale. Everyone thought it was part of the show, but only five demons and three hunters knew those pair of wings were real and attached to your body.

“But she’s so pretty” Romance cried.

“And our biggest common enemy” Mira reminded him.

“She’s going to be a problem for us”

“Did you say ‘us’?…” Jinu teased Rumi. The purple-haired girl rolled her eyes.

“Yes, us three; Huntr/x”

“Mhmm, though you were growing fond of me”

It was evident that the crowd loved you. Even from inside the studios, the fans outside watching the live performances were insane. The least some demon hunters needed when the Honmoon was weakening was an angel shoving at their faces how graceful and superior they were. And the least some demons needed was an angel distracting them, inciting them only to drop them against sharp edges.

…

Mira had the best moves, but you were more flexible. Zoey had the best speed for rapping but you had better rhymes, Rumi had the best vocals but you had better control of breathing so your high notes were longer. The Saja Boys were the most attractive idols in the industry at the moment but every corner of social media was full of fanfics, edits, and images of you. Your song “Stretch” was constantly heard in the Saja Boys residence, Abby always complained and wanted to turn off the TV but Baby wouldn’t let him. And in two hours, Jinu found them analyzing the lyrics, wondering if you meant to flirt with one of them since the song was about showing off how good you were in bed disguised with dancing.

Demons being delusional; Jinu thought.

Everyone was making trends of the choreography. And even Jinu heard Rumi humming your song once.

You had them foaming at the mouth.

Even worse when you confessed before entering a podcast session together that you were only an idol to annoy both demons and hunters. That you took so much joy in seeing them out of their minds. And that you expected them to be out of your way.

Soon they realized that your staff were also angels in disguise, there was no actual way to send an angel back to heaven if it wasn’t by their own will. But they could be punished if they didn’t guard/guide a human.

Everywhere they went, it was splattered all over the city: Y/N or Angel since fans gave you that suiting nickname.

Oh and, Zoeystery was replaced by Babygel, Miromabby for Abbygel, and Rujinu was quickly replaced with Jinugel in the trends around Twitter and TikTok. There was even a section for ships like Huntrangel, where you were shipped with the girls.

It was a mess.

Jinu took his free night to have a pleasant walk at night by his own. He walked through the streets and certainly lounged to be sitting with friends and a lover as many young adults did in the downtown of the city.

After all, the Saja Boys started as coworkers, but they were friends. And he knew it was ridiculous: a demon falling for an angel.

Myths usually stated that demons and angels getting together could break all curses and stabilize the evil and good of the human world.

But there was something about you that Jinu knew you were hiding. He knew there was a different woman under the skin of an annoying angel.

He looked around and saw your face in one of the tall buildings, There was an upcoming press conference to discuss the success of Huntr/x, Saja Boys, and you.

Jinu only sighed and kept walking, glasses, hoodie, and hands in his pockets to prevent lousy fans from coming after him. And when he focused on the sidewalk, he saw a woman getting out of a Mexican food restaurant.

Hair in a messy bun, glasses, hoodie, and chunky slippers under.

Jinu smirked, discovering it was you.

Subtly, he started following you. He smirked to himself and started to follow you.

You turned left, then left again, then right, and in less than ten minutes, you were at some park on a hill that Jinu hadn’t visited before. It reminded him of the place he went to see Rumi, but the place you ended up at was… different.

You were sitting on a cement bench, the smell of food traveling through the soft breeze of that afternoon as you ate in silence.

There you looked… peaceful, humanly even.

Jinu quietly made his way until he was steps away from you and you noticed.

“Jinu?” You asked, looking deeply, as if to confirm the man was actually there.

He simply took a seat beside you.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, seeing your beautiful profile.

“Angels are half humans just like some demons are, you know?” There was a little smile on your face that made Jinu smile as well. “I wanted to spend some time alone and-“

“I can always leave, sorry for “

“No, stay” you shushed him, then you simply went back to look at the skyline.

It was weird that neither of you was in idol mode where he was a demon and you an angel that hated each other. Just a man and a woman sitting on a bench.

“Was it weird to experience the human world for the first time?” He asked you with genuine curiosity, and you shrugged.

“Angels spend a lot of time with humans… we take care of them, as guardians. Despite not being actually here. But yeah…” Jinu notices your hostile tone and grows even more curious. “We’re just humans with wings and magic…”

“I think angels can be more than that” he said before thinking twice, Your eyes opened widely and Jinu noticed the pink spreading in your cheeks.

“I shouldn’t tell my problems to a demon but… that sassy angel persona is just a facade to use because I’m not very fond of your type nor hunters. But the truth is… I want to live freely”

“And I think I’m ashamed to admit that angels are not as tough as they seem” you admitted, looking down at your legs. You really shouldn’t be telling your problems to a demon, you should talk to your friends: Venus, Psique, Rose even the narcissist of Eros. But there you were, talking to Jinu because he seemed to have some humanity inside him.

“And I’m ashamed for not being tough enough on myself to prevent my past”

At that moment, both of you felt it. A strong connection, the feeling of reassurance, and… perhaps a spark.

Jinu offered a smile, and he wasn’t expecting you to smile back, but you did.

With the sun offering the famous “golden hour”, Jinu was able to see your true self. Very subtle coral undertone in your skin, pink eyes that glowed hypnotically, and… If demons had pointy dark red patterns across their bodies, angels had twirling dark pink patterns. He seemed surprised as you noticed he was staring at your naked arms.

“What? Didn’t know angels had patterns as well?” You teased with a chuckle.

Jinu quickly looked away, slightly embarrassed, then scratched his head awkwardly.

“They’re… pretty”

“Demon’s skin is also pretty” You didn’t know where that came from, but you weren’t lying, the Saja Boys were the prettiest demons you’d ever seen.

“Now, let’s pretend we are friends and are having dinner together” you offered him a fork and Jinu took it with a smile.

The demon realized he couldn’t make you take a side. He couldn’t prevent the effects of an angel on someone like him. But he found himself enjoying your company after all. And if things were different, it wouldn’t be terrible to be friends with you.

…

Everyone was annoyed. You could hear a crowd growing as the time to start the press conference approached. Your friend Psique was helping you tie your ballerina-style heels when you saw Jinu leaning against a wall, looking at you.

“They look heavy”

“Excuse me?” You asked in shock as Psique gagged in disbelief.

“Your shoes…” Jinu clarified, unaware of the perverted idea you and your friend had thought.

“Oh. Yeah…they’re not, actually” you answer, kicking the door of your dressing room with the golden heel.

“Hmm, well, I’ll see you backstage” Jinu gave a little smirk and you smiled back at him.

“Here’s your sheet of possible questions and the most appropriate answers, alright?” Psique handed you a pink paper and Jinu wondered if everything angels had was pink.

“Thanks” after Psique offered good luck, she whispered into your ear.

“What are you doing talking and sharing smiles with that demon?” She asked.

“He’s nice… actually all of the Saja Boys are, if they could choose, they wouldn’t be demons” your friend gasped in disbelief, she softly grabbed your hand.

“And if we could, we wouldn’t be angels, tied to guide someone to prevail, y/n. I know you’re smart, but be careful with them”

When you made it backstage, you saw Rumi talking with Jinu. When you first met them, you thought they had something going on. And seeing them talking so lost in each other, made your stomach flip.

An angel could experience jealousy ten times worse than a normal human. Nausea built in your gut and your hands sweat through your palms.

But realizing you were jealous because of Jinu, made you worry about what Psique said to you. You couldn’t like the Saja Boys, you couldn’t be in love with Jinu, and angels couldn’t love demons.

…

It was toxic of you to feel attracted to the Saja Boys. And knowing the effect you had on them made it even more cynical.

As the days passed and you had to interact with them, Baby and Romance had your number and started texting you. Always flirting, well, mostly Romance, Baby would send pictures of food and rate them without even starting an actual conversation. The gesture made you cackle and you started messaging back. Mystery once handed you a soda can and left without saying anything and made you so confused.

Abby was the one who shamelessly flirted with you and made your thighs squeeze together for some reason. He was funny, said very funny shit while waiting for interviews, fan meetings and show appearances.

You hadn’t talked much to Jinu, so it was immature to feel jealous. But every time you had seen him with Rumi, it made you form fists with your hands. Accidentally, you had overheard them talking about having meetings alone. And that Rumi had demon patterns, you were shocked. And the evil, egocentric splotches in your heart made you think that you could use that to your advantage if needed.

When it came to the girls, not much had changed. Only that Zoey seemed to be willing to talk to you, and she was fun. But you were thinking too much about them. When you and your friends were able to escape the angelic gates and step into the human world, all of you just wanted was to prove you deserved to be there, not only protecting humans through spiritual connections.

You were walking with no actual plans to do anything. Your hands were hidden in the pockets of your skirt and trying not to step into random cracks in the floor. And then, as you entered a random alley, you were pushed back by something.

Then you heard a growl and when you opened your eyes, you saw a demon running towards you.

In a flash, you stepped up, your featherwings appeared, elevating you just enough so your feet couldn’t touch the ground, with your ring transforming into a longspear that as soon as the demon jumped to attack you, your wings threw him back with a gust of wind, and when your longspear touched it, the creature was gone.

It happened so fast, you moved as your defense reflex activated on its own, and when you looked down, you saw Mira, Zoey, and Rumi looking at you perplexed. Apparently, they had a little hunting session going on.

You descended to the ground, your wings disappeared and the long spear too, returning to be an ordinary rose gold ring on your index finger.

With a sigh, you simply stared the them.

“That was nice” Zoey broke the ice, but you didn’t know what to answer.

“It won’t happen again, it was self-defense” you state before turning around and walking just where you came from.

“Wait-“ Rumi called. “I know you hate us and we are certainly not fond of you but… maybe we could work out some agreement to-“

“Gosh, tell me you haven’t been hunting for long enough, I can tell” you said with exasperation, turning back to look at her. “Whoever trained you, doesn’t know exactly what’s the deal between hunters, demons, and angels”

The three girls looked at each other, clearly accepting their ignorance.

“Ancient angels tried to make a deal with demons, to ensure they wouldn’t keep eating human souls, we gave them power… And they betrayed us” the cold breeze of the night with siren sounds at a distance only added tension for some reason, and you didn’t mean to fight or argue with them, but your tone wasn’t actually soft.

“When the problem aggravated, angels had to start slaying demons, you appeared asking for help, we provided weapons so you could help us, eventually hunters locked us in ‘heaven’ and took all the credit”

“Now we don’t have actual rights to be among humans, we just guide them so they can’t be targeted by demons. You can freely live like we used to… We are not interested in looking for balance anymore, we want to reclaim our stance here” you explained with confidence.

“And what will you and your friends do when demons get beyond the limit? When there are no humans left?” Mira asked, and you simply shrugged.

“I’m pretty sure my superiors will get to offer a deal to Gwi-Ma” They looked perplexed, even angered by your statement, but you didn’t care.

“You have the power to stop this and you prefer to not do anything? That’s such a cowardly move” Rumi yelled as you started walking away again.

“A liar won’t tell me I’m a coward, Rumi” you said and she went pale, In alert mode she stood as you walked backwards, looking at her with a sneer. “Perhaps Jinu will know what to do…”

She froze, Rumi was left speechless, caught with no actual fireback. You disappeared and Zoey and Mira started asking her what you meant by that.

“I think y/n is jealous” Zoey commented.

“Why?” Mira asked her with a frown.

“Duh, she likes Jinu” the three girls exchanged thoughtful looks.

Was it? Could it be? They weren’t sure… but it was heading to become the truth.

…

A picture of Abby helping you to do roman lifts at some prestigious gym went viral. It was a coincidence and only made you and the Saja Boys more popular, even surpassing Huntr/x.

Then someone leaked a video of Baby sharing some spicy chicken karaage with you and the fans went crazy.

Clips of Mystery and Romance fixated on you and everyone started questioning who would win the important Idol Awards.

When in reality, nobody was actually winning, Huntr/x was stuck, with Rumi avoiding to sing “Takedown”, the Saja Boys having Jinu go through a crisis and you were overwhelmed by everything that was happening.

Suddenly everyone was forgetting what the whole point was.

You were casually ordering a tofu burger at some solitary restaurant when you heard the click of a phone and then a flash.

When you looked over your shoulder, you saw Abby taking a picture of you, and judging by the angle of the grip on his phone, you could tell he took a picture of your waist and ass.

You had to suppress the urge to cackle. You paid and then turned to see the five demons staring at you. Baby and Jinu on the edges, then Mystery and Romance, Abby sitting at the head of the table, offering his back towards the big window of the place. You briefly eyed Jinu and he was the only one who didn’t have an evil teasing grin on his face. He looked distant…

“You better keep that picture to yourself” you say glaring back at Abby directly.

He winks and presses his phone against his toned chest.

“I can do more than that” Abby replies and the comment sounded so sultry that even Baby chuckled. You simply rolled your eyes and turned to grab your takeout bag.

The most infantilized member of the Saja Boys was actually the freakiest, you knew. He had the deepest voice and you knew he would be a wild ride if you ever ended up tangling with him. So you decided to crumple a little bit of his ego, you passed by his side and brushed your thumb across his lower lip, wiping away the smudged hot sauce. His eyes widened and stared at you in silence, simply shocked. Like everyone else, only Jinu wasn’t surprised, he was boiling with jealousy.

Well, Baby was literally being touched by an angel. It sure felt like heaven.

“There was hot sauce on your lips and chin…” you explained before leaving.

You opened the door and the warm rays of the sun hit you, You stopped to fish out your glasses from your bag.

“So what are you doing tomorrow at the Idol Awards?” Jinu appeared by your side, taking you by surprise since you hadn’t actually talked to him in a week, and you even forgot about your sunglasses. “Sticking with the girls or giving us a hand?”

“Why is everyone asking me to take a side?” You ask with your eyes focused on the sidewalk. “I don’t owe anything to demons or hunters as far as I know”

“Maybe because you can vanish us with a snap of your fingers or simply move out of the way of any demon hunter” Jinu said. He looked tired, still gorgeous but looked… irritable.

“I don’t know, as an angel I don’t want to get my hands dirty…”

“What happened to the honest woman talking to me at the park, huh?” he asked with defiance and you couldn’t recall seeing Jinu so angry like he was at that moment.

“Honest? I’m pretty sure you aren’t telling me your whole plan, man. You demons always cary a knife behind your backs”

You remembered confessing how you felt and being vulnerable to him. But you were so… confused. Maybe things were happening at the same time and your feelings were all over the place. But your silence didn’t do much, but only irritated Jinu more.

“Everyone’s right about demons. But angels are just a lie, they don’t care to actually help, they are resentful egoists. And you are the solid proof of it”

“Jinu-“ you tried to calm him, despite feeling your eyes growing wet.

“You are just like a greedy demon thinking only about yourself” Right after he finished that sentence, he heard a little yelp from you and noticed you started crying.

You could feel the eyes of the rest of the Saja Boys looking through the restaurant’s window. The unbearable feeling of shame was something you couldn’t stand, something you hadn’t experienced in a long time. And you couldn’t hide it, what Jinu said was true.

You glared at him and couldn’t comprehend whether he was perplexed or confused by your tears. Only that you didn’t let him add any more words. You simply brushed past him and started walking away.

Jinu sighed, turned around, and called for your name once, but you didn’t look back, you simply walked and walked until you disappeared from his sight.

When he returned to the table, everyone was eating quietly.

Jinu looked at his partners and sighed, already knowing what they were thinking.

“That wasn’t nice” Romance commented.

“She was crying?” Abby asked still looking outside.

“Yeah, I was mean. I know already!” Jinu answered and everyone was extremely quiet.

…

He didn’t mean to make you cry. But he was growing desperate, with Gwi-Ma trailing behind him, the mixed feelings he had for Rumi and you ignoring him for days… it made his guilt and desire to end it all even bigger. But after making you cry, Jinu felt even worse. It reminded him of causing his family pain, making them tear up, and creating a barrier between them. Despite barely knowing you, he was pretty sure the woman he talked to at the park was the real you. The comfort of being by your side was real. And he didn’t want it to end.

So when he didn’t find you at your place, only a bunch of silly angels partying, not worried about where you were, he went to look around the city.

In your usual evening walks, you decided for once to simply enjoy the last rays of the sun, you didn’t want to be bothered by anything.

But you weren’t lucky enough. As you started walking around in an empty park, you noticed a demon, and he started chasing after you subtly. And much to your dismay, you had forgotten your ring. And since there were still a few people around, you couldn’t just spread your wings and fly away.

Hence why, Jinu found you being cornered by a demon in some dark woods that surrounded the park. He went straight to save you. You didn’t notice him at first sight, but when you felt the demon being pushed aside, you took a big breath before turning to see Jinu punching him to send him back to the demon realm.

The woods creaked, birds chirping in the distance, but you just stood there looking at Jinu in silence. The distance grew closer and you only got to move backwards a few steps before you ended up trapped between his chest and a random tree.

The demon he truly was, was facing you. Lilac skin, dark patterns, fangs, glowy eyes, and imposing form were there.

His eyes traced your face and neck to see if you were hurt, but you were fine.

“I’m sorry…” he said, much to your surprise.

“What?”

“I didn’t want to make you cry…” he admitted, eyes still burning into yours.

His proximity made you feel nervous, anxious, and… eager. Ever since the first time you encountered him at the same park where you were, you knew he had something.

“I wanted to forget everything. But now I just want you to make me repent my sins” his nose brushed your neck and it made you shiver, almost letting out a little gasp, but you remained still.

“That isn’t how ‘Your Idol’ goes…” as you attempted to joke, he only eyed you with curiosity.

“Are you and your little friends spying on me and the guys?” Finally, you were able to make him smirk, the air felt lighter, but the tension was only rising.

“I mostly know everything. Including the upcoming Saja Boys' releases” Jinu chuckled, and his hands came to press your stomach, pushing further against the tree, feeling his soft abs against your thin top.

“Jinu…” you tried to reason before it was too late. He was dangerously close to you and didn’t look interested in moving away.

He noticed your human appearance and how it contrasted with his demon self. You weren’t scared or disgusted, you couldn’t care less.

His pointed fingers went to grab your chin and the way he looked at you was so sweet. Through his bright eyes, you could feel affection.

“I can hear him in my head…” Jinu revealed.

“Gwi-Ma?” He nodded and your fingers went to brush his hair, swiftly tangling with his raven locks, he smelled nice, his hair extra soft, his worries so honest. He was so human despite being a demon. So you smiled, urging to snuggle between your neck and shoulders. He stayed there a while, in silence.

At what moment were you consoling a demon in pain? He was good, he deserved another chance.

Even more interesting, why were you kissing him? You liked him…

He wanted control, for once you allowed it. His lips took the lead and left you with nothing but a trail of soft whimpers as you felt his sneaky fingers tracing circles in your hipbone.

“You’re doing it well” you whispered on his lips.

“What thing? Kissing and touching you?”

“No, asshole. I mean to seal your faith…” you say before letting his tongue meet yours. “But yeah, keep kissing and touching me like that…”

“I can help you and everyone” you admitted as he trailed your neck with soft pecks that made you whimper louder. “But I don’t know if it’s worth it…”

“Please, y/n, think about it…” he whispered in your lips.

His words flying away as you allowed Jinu to slide his hand under your shirt.

…

Your song “For You…” almost sealed the Honmoon at the Idol Awards. You could see the gold mixing with pink, but it wasn’t enough, then, when Huntr/x started their performance, you soon understood Jinu was behind their failure. It was part of his plan, to manipulate fans so they would go to the Saja Boys’ concert, the final performance to bring Gwi-Ma and unleash chaos. Your friends suggested that to actually go back home, to inform superiors so they could intervene. They were exactly what Rumi and Jinu said about angels; narcissistic egoistic cowards. In your head, their words started haunting your thoughts. So you didn’t follow back to the gates of heaven…

No matter how many demons kicked you, pulled your hair, and tried to sink their sharp fangs at you, they never reached further, you would always give the last punch and send them back to hell.

One with six arms and gargoyle wings was able to send you to the floor. Your longspear would go deep enough to aim at the creature’s chest and make him disappear.

You felt two pairs of hands helping you tos and up and when you turned around, you saw Mystery and Zoey. A little smile appeared on your face when you noticed that the Saja Boys were doing exactly what they weren’t supposed to. Then you turned to look at the stage, and you could see Jinu and Gwi-Ma.

There was one way to stop everything. And you weren’t even sure if it would work. But it was for sure that the price to pay would be great.

Just when you were steps away from attacking Gwi-Ma, a strong hand came to grip your wrist. You knew it was Jinu, his demon patterns could be felt, and when you turned to see him, he was looking at you with those bright yellow glowy eyes.

The 400-year-old demon knew very well that old tale; an angel could use all of its power to stop a great curse but it would be their sacrifice. Meaning that you would either die or vanish.

But you only smiled sadly at him.

“Jinu, it’s okay…” you assured him, brushing his cheek with your fingers. He didn’t want to let you go.

“No! I won’t let you die because of me!” He yelled, desperate and adding more strength to the grip of your wrist.

“It’ll be worth it, I promise” It tormented you how sad he seemed, how stressed he felt, and how badly he wanted to keep you by his side. “His voice in your head will stop, the boys will be okay, the Honmoon will be healed. And you can be… with her”

Jinu shook his head quickly and stepped even closer.

“I don’t want her! I want you!” He said pointing with his head at Rumi at a distance fighting and then looked back at you. “I just want you…”

“It’ll pass, Jinu…” your wings spread and he couldn’t hold his grip as you started to elevate slowly, your hands grabbed his face and you placed a quick kiss on his lips. “Just like it always does, love…”

You yanked your hands from his, and offering him a last kiss, you flew away.

Your wings had never made you fly so fast, but as you confidently reached Gwi-Ma, time seemed to have stopped. One of the last things you saw was Rumi, looking at you in surprise, as if she was about to tell you to not go further. The flames of Gwi-Ma started to make you sweat as you reached closer, all of your strength ready to attack and when your longspear touched the demon, the whole stadium was blinded.

The purple flames embraced your body until the demons were gone, vanishing into ashes and the music kept playing. The crowds chanted, screamed, and kept singing as your body collapsed to the floor.

Unable to understand if your actions had done anything, unsure if you were dying, you heard Jinu’s voice, a warm touch on your arm, and a sense of tranquility as your eyes shut closed.

Jinu did everything to stay by your side and make sure you kept breathing. He even got you a new manager and bribed him to tell your sudden hospitalization was due to social pressure. When the doctors asked what happened, Baby recommended saying you accidentally fainted while about to enter a sauna.

Still, Jinu patiently waited a month till you opened your eyes again.

…

Nervously, you were biting your nails. Your skin itched, felt dry, and cracked.

Two months had passed since the Idol Awards, Rumi and you did most of the job saving everyone. You lost your wings, your whole body was covered in burns and Jinu was being too insistent on flirting with you.

“It’s going to be fine, you’ll see…” Zoey told you, tapping at your bandaged hand as she and Mira flipped through a magazine in your hospital room.

“Ugh great… the boys are here” Rumi complained from the door, her head peaking outside before she turned around with a big roll of her eyes.

“They’re good now, give them a break” you told her and she sighed.

Now they were your friends. You didn’t know how, but as you got to stay in the human world, Huntr/x girls thanked you and then befriended you.

The Saja Boys were just like you, half human, half angel, and half demons. They still had some abilities and their patterns were still visible but very subtly. Just like you…

“We brought two pizza boxes, beers, and a chocolate cake” Abby was the first one to arrive. If you weren’t so amused with Jinu, you would be all over the muscular man. He made you laugh so much and he was sweet. He also flirted with you and never denied how badly he wanted to have you all for himself.

“We still don’t have the results, dummy. But thanks” you told him with a smile that he replied. He had a new lilac beanie that matched his hooded tracksuit.

“We made a bet. Baby says we’ll be able to peel your scars. Mystery and I don’t think so” Romance announced, followed by the rest of the bandmates.

“Peel my scars?” You cackled at the boys, then Jinu entered the room and rolled his eyes at them. Mystery went to sit with Zoey and Mira’s slid away from Romance and Abby when they sat sandwiching her.

“Ignore them. They’re enjoying our vacations too much” Jinu said as he handed you a bouquet of flowers and kissed your visible cheek. You thanked him, smelling the lilies and white roses.

“Aww, Jinu! You didn’t have to give me anything”

“It’s for good luck”

“Hey! The flowers were my idea!” Romance protested.

“And I picked the flowers!” Abby yelled.

You couldn’t help but laugh with Rumi. Despite being bandaged and probably scarred, the boys kept fighting for you. Except for Mystery, he seemed more interested in Zoey, and it was adorable. But the four resting assholes still found beauty and grace in your healing self.

“Well, thank you guys. I love these flowers” Rumi took the bouquet and went to grab a jar and fill it with water. And then, your doctor appeared.

“I have the results!” Everyone stood up, except for you obviously.

The room went silent. And it only made you sweat a little more.

“Can you just say it, doc? Please?” Baby inquired.

“The skin is peeling by itself!” The doctor squealed with excitement.

“You all owe me some money” Baby cheered as he bumped his fist against Abby’s hard chest.

Zoey went to hug you and you started hearing cheers, as if you had just birthed a baby, everyone was celebrating and congratulating you. It made you laugh.

“We can start to pull the dead skin away right away if you want to” you nodded at the doctor.

She went to grab some cloth, tweezers, and urged you to sit. Jinu and Rumi helped you and when your back was facing everyone, the doctor slid down your hospital gown.

“Let’s take a look under the bandages” nervously, looking at the ceiling. While you didn’t care about everyone seeing your naked back, you didn’t want it to hurt when the bandages were removed. The doctor untangled the bandages and then removed the big piece the gauze covering your back.

“It’s unusual because your skin tone is a little pink” the doctor pointed out and you let out a little fake giggle.

“Yeah, she looked like a shrimp when she was a baby” Jinu commented and you eyed him over your shoulder, he simply shrugged as everyone chuckled.

“He’s your brother?” the doctor asked.

“I’m her boyfriend” the man defended himself.

“Almost-boyfriend” Abby interfered making you smile. Jinu sent him daggers with his eyes.

You felt the cold tweezers in your back and everyone let out a little “woah”.

Your body was healing and under the dead burnt skin, everything was soft and looked healthy. Your arms and back were almost completely healed and there was an almost invisible new pattern across your body. Jinu suspected you still had wings, only that now, they were part of your soul and not of your mortal body.

“Yep, the treatment worked! I had never treated an idol with third-degree burns in my life!” It was the best hospital in the city, where all idols were treated.

Since the day you arrived, slowly, more fans discovered you were there. They had left thousands of letters, gifts, and notes asking if you were pregnant with Baby’s, Abby's or Jinu’s baby and couldn’t be seen in public due to the bump. Which made you gag and then cackle till tears were pricking in your eyes. Baby’s baby, lol.

“Tell your lovely friends over here if they can start you and help you take a bath” the nice doctor indicated. “I’ll go for the rest of your medication and likely, you’ll be able to leave tonight”

You nodded, sighing in relief. You had an album to finish, a new room in the Huntr/x’ place to move in, and many things to do with your almost boyfriend Jinu.

“We can totally help with the bath” Baby said with excitement, starting to pull down the rest of your gown but Zoey smacked his hand.

“We are so definitely taking her to the tub!” Mira threatened as she entered the bathroom with the girls.

“Nothing I haven’t seen already” Jinu whispered in your ear and you pinched his arm, making him groan in pain.

“Ouch!” he complained, holding his arm.

The boys started to serve plates with food, Rumi, Mira, and Zoey to prepare the tub.

“Hey, do not finish the food!” you heard Rumi yelling from inside the bathroom as Mira and Zoey panicked because the room was fogging up too quickly.

“So… Abby suggested we could share you” Your eyes went wide at Jinu’s words.

The idea wasn’t totally bad, but you knew that having a healthy monogamist relationship was better than letting four men share you. Still, in your wild fantasies, each boy had a weekday reserved for you.

“That sounds fun. What did you tell them?” You were teasing him and he went for it. “Of course not. You’re mine, angel…”

You bumped your forehead with his and smiled.

“Yeah… I think you’re mine too” you accepted.

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[thatonegrimm]

Hello can I plz request Saja Boys (separate) react to another demon trying to hurt their s/o?

Thanks for the request! 💌 Summary: A demon trying to lay a hand on you? Bold. Stupid, but bold. The boys said “not on my watch” and handled it personally.

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🧿 Jinu

He doesn’t flinch when it happens. No warning, no flashy move, just a quiet shift as he steps between you and the threat like it was always meant to be that way. His shoulders are relaxed, posture unassuming, but there’s a weight in the air now. Something still.

He looks at the demon, not like he’s scared — like he’s already disappointed.

“Don’t.”

It’s one word, but the way he says it carries a finality that lands heavy in your chest. His voice isn’t angry. It’s flat — like he’s already decided what happens next, and it doesn’t end well for them.

The demon hesitates. They always do.

Jinu doesn’t blink. Doesn’t raise a fist. Just tilts his head slightly, like he's waiting to see what the thing chooses.

And when it backs down, he turns to you, checking you over like he’s memorizing your limbs.

“You okay?” Quiet. Honest. Just for you.

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💪 Abby

The second it happens, there’s no thought, only movement. Abby shoves himself between you and the strike, arms wide like a human wall. He takes the hit without stumbling, like it didn’t even land.

You barely have time to breathe before he’s facing them. No shouting. No roar. Just a heavy, tense stillness.

“That was a mistake.”

His hands flex at his sides, jaw tight, but he doesn’t launch forward. He waits. Watches. Gives them one chance to fix it — and when they don’t, it’s over in seconds. Clean, quiet, efficient.

Then he’s back to you, brushing your shoulders like he needs to feel you solid under his hands.

“You hurt?” You shake your head. He exhales. “Good.”

He doesn’t talk about what just happened. Doesn’t need to. He only cares that you’re here, whole and in one piece.

You realize something as he takes your hand without thinking, he wasn’t angry because he got hit. He was angry because you almost did.

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📚 Mystery

One blink and he’s not beside you anymore.

You hear a stumble behind the demon and turn to see Mystery already standing between you, silent and calm, body angled forward like he’d been there the whole time.

No weapons drawn. No dramatics. Just the kind of stillness that makes people second-guess their next breath.

His voice is razor-sharp and low.

“Leave.”

It’s not a threat. It’s a command. And the way he says it, even you feel like you should listen.

When the demon doesn’t move, Mystery steps forward. Barely an inch, but something in the air shifts. Like the moment before a lightning strike.

They go. Quickly.

He turns to you after, eyes searching your face, scanning for anything out of place. His hand brushes your arm, casual — but you feel how tight his fingers are, how carefully he reins it in.

“You alright?” He says it softly, like it’s not a question he’s used to asking. Like he’s afraid the answer might be no.

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💋 Romance

He sees the threat coming before it lands and slips between you without missing a beat — smooth, practiced, like a dancer changing steps mid-performance. He doesn’t look shaken. He looks cold.

The usual flirtation is gone from his eyes. When he turns to the demon, he doesn’t bother with charm.

“Pick someone else.”

His voice is quiet, but laced with something sharp beneath the silk.

The other demon flinches. Doesn’t run, not yet. But they feel the shift.

Romance doesn’t move to attack. He doesn’t have to. He just tilts his head and narrows his eyes like he’s watching something pathetic. Not worth the effort — unless they make it so.

They back off. Good choice.

Only then does he face you again. His hand finds your jaw, tilting your face up as he looks for damage. His touch is careful. Too careful.

“Are you hurt?” You shake your head. “Good.” He exhales like he was holding it the whole time. “I wasn’t in the mood for bloodstains tonight.”

But if you had been hurt? He absolutely would’ve made them beg.

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🔥 Baby

You don’t see it at first, just a blur of motion and a shove that knocks the air from your lungs. When you look up, Baby’s already in front of you, stance wide, shoulders squared, eyes locked on the other demon like he’s tracking every twitch.

He doesn’t speak for a moment. Just stares — low, still, dangerous.

Then, voice flat:

“Say that again.”

Not loud. Not dramatic. But something about it makes your skin prickle. There’s no fire in his hands, no sparks, no theatrics but his anger crackles just beneath the surface, hot and heavy like summer pavement before a storm.

The demon sneers. Bad choice.

You don’t see what happens next, just hear the scuffle — quick, sharp, over.

Then Baby’s back beside you, gaze flicking to your arms, your face, your throat. You’re fine. He nods.

“You sure?” You nod. “Cool,” he mutters, trying to play it off. But you can still see how tight his jaw is.

Someone almost hurt you. He’ll remember that.

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M-List

[z0mi3]

Like a Lamb to the Slaughter

Chapter One —The Offering

>-;;⁠;⁠;€ᐷ parings: Barbarian!tf141 x civilized reader

>-;;⁠;⁠;€ᐷ synopsis: On the day meant to mark your passage into womanhood, something feels wrong. The smiles are forced, the ceremony hollow, until you're taken beyond the village, hooded, and left in the hands of those once called monsters.

>-;;⁠;⁠;€ᐷ contents: Barbarian AU, price is the bear, ghost is the dark wolf, gaz is the white wolf, and soap is the leopard!, it'll make sense later, arranged offering/non-consensual trade, mentions of dehumanization and folklore-based fear, implied threats of violence, implied cannibalism, fear of cannibalism, reader is in her 20's, implied sexual violence (fear of rape; does not occur), emotional distress (panic, fear, dissociation)

Reader discretion is advised!

>-;;⁠;⁠;€ᐷ word count: 1k+ words

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You should’ve known something was wrong.

You had only seen your parents once that morning—briefly, distantly—before the others swept you off to get ready. Your mother barely looked at you. Your father said nothing at all. They wore stiff expressions, both avoiding your eyes, speaking to others instead of to you. You told yourself it was just nerves. Ceremony jitters. Tradition, maybe. But something about it… something about it felt off.

Today was supposed to be a celebration. Your celebration.

They were honoring you—finally recognizing you as a woman of the village. After years of preparation, you had completed the long-standing ritual required of all women to earn that title. Now, you were of marrying age. That’s what they said, at least.

The feast, the procession, the jewelry pressed into your skin, the way your hands were painted with ink and powder—it was all tradition. All supposed to mark a joyful transition.

But joy didn’t come. Not from your parents. Not from you.

Even as the village cheered, even as petals were thrown and horns were blown, you couldn’t shake the tight coil in your gut. Couldn’t ignore how your hands trembled when they fastened your ceremonial cloak around your shoulders. Couldn’t stop the way your throat dried up when they kissed your forehead, then stepped back.

Why weren’t they smiling?

Why weren’t you?

The parade began.

You were paraded through the village like a lamb fattened for slaughter—crowned with woven branches, led barefoot through the dirt. Cheers followed you. So did drums. Women danced, children ran, and men watched.

And then…

Then something changed.

The music didn’t stop. But the people around you did.

Hands closed around your arms. You turned, confused, lips parted to speak, but they were already moving you. Steering you toward the edge of the square, past the far fences. You looked back once—just once.

Your parents didn’t stop them.

They didn’t scream. Didn’t cry. Didn’t move.

You thought maybe it was part of the ritual. That it was symbolic. That perhaps you had to be led into the forest as part of becoming a woman.

But no one told you where you were going. No one answered your questions.

And then came the hood.

Rough cloth. Damp. Smelling of smoke and old leather. It was pulled over your head with practiced hands. Tight hands. You kicked, cried out, struggled until something hard cracked against your skull and the world went black.

⸻

You wake cold. Your bones ache. The world smells of damp earth and pine needles.

Your body is covered in furs you don’t recognize, resting on the floor of something that might be a tent—or maybe a cave. Light flickers behind your closed eyelids. A fire?

You open your eyes.

The ceiling above is made of thick animal hide, stitched together crudely. Bones line the seams. Your breath fogs in the air. You sit up slowly, teeth chattering.

Outside, voices murmur. Deep. Masculine. Sharp like flint.

You crawl toward the opening and peer out.

The forest surrounds you—tall, dark, endless. And scattered within it are shelters just like this one. Fires burn in pits. People move among them, cloaked in furs, metal glinting on their arms and chests.

Not your people.

Barbarians.

The ones your parents warned you about.

The ones they called less than men—the beasts who lived in the mountains, who raided villages, who wore wolves like armor and drank the blood of their enemies.

You scramble back, panic clawing its way up your throat. Your heart pounds so hard it echoes in your ears.

This wasn’t part of the ritual.

This wasn’t symbolic.

You weren’t being honored.

You’d been given.

You’d been offered.

Your parents gave you to them.

The same people they called savages. The same people they said weren’t even human.

You remember the way your mother’s voice dropped to a whisper whenever they were mentioned. How your father’s jaw would tighten when the name of their tribe was spoken aloud. Don’t say it where children can hear, he once warned, eyes darting to the corners of the room like something might be listening.

They spoke of these people like a myth. Like monsters.

Beasts in human skin who roamed the highlands, tasting human flesh like it was delicacy. Creatures who didn’t just want your body, but your soul—your emotions, your fear, your pain. They fed on it, lived in it, thirsted for it.

They were stories told by firelight, warnings woven into bedtime lullabies. Don’t stray from the path. Don’t follow the drums. Don’t answer the howling in the night.

And now, here you are.

Not stolen.

Traded.

Like meat.

Like nothing.

You can’t believe it.

You refuse to believe it.

No. There has to be something else—anything else. A mistake, a mix-up, some elaborate ritual your village kept secret until the final moment. Something twisted and old and symbolic.

But the truth keeps pressing in, heavy and suffocating.

You weren’t taken.

You were given.

Your thoughts race, frantic and desperate, trying to conjure even a single explanation that makes sense. Maybe it was a trade agreement. Maybe for peace. Or protection. A gesture of loyalty. A debt.

Maybe they didn’t want to, maybe they had no choice—

But no matter how you twist it, no matter how you try to make the puzzle fit, it all leads back to the same gut-sickening truth:

Your parents handed you over.

Their only child.

Their daughter.

They let you go without a fight.

Your breath comes faster now. Too fast. Your chest rises and falls in shallow gulps, your eyes burn as tears sting your lower lashes. You press your palms against the ground, trying to steady yourself, but the earth feels like it’s swaying beneath you.

And that’s when you hear it—

Footsteps.

Not one.

Several.

Heavy. Measured. Coming closer.

You freeze.

Then, instinct kicks in.

Your eyes dart around the tent—this massive structure of stitched hide and bone—but there’s nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. It’s just you and the fire. You press yourself back, scooting until you’re wedged in the farthest corner, limbs curled in, body shaking. The firelight flickers over you briefly, exposing the sheer panic on your face.

The footsteps stop just outside.

Your lungs go still.

The flap of the tent shifts—drawn aside—and they enter.

One by one.

Four enormous figures, each one ducking under the threshold, their sheer mass making the already-huge space feel crushingly small. Their presence is immediate. Dominant. Terrifying.

They don’t look human.

They look like nightmares.

Each one is cloaked in fur, bone, leather. Adorned with teeth and claws strung like trophies along their bodies. They wear masks—animal heads hollowed and worn like armor.

The first wears a towering bear skull atop his broad shoulders, his eyes hidden beneath the thick shadow of the mask. He carries no weapon, but you don’t need one to be dangerous when you’re that large.

The second wears a dark wolf’s head, pelt draped like a cloak over his chest. He doesn’t move like the others—there’s a stillness to him, a silence that makes your skin crawl.

The third is lighter, with a white wolf mask and a body decorated in ivory beads, claws, and pale fur. His head tilts when he looks at you, and for some reason, it feels almost gentle. Almost.

The fourth—

God. You hate the fourth.

He wears a cat-like animal mask—something feline, maybe a leopard. His chest is bare, thickly muscled, marked with old scars and painted lines. The way he walks is casual, almost amused. A predator with time to spare.

They stop just inside.

Four men.

Four monsters.

Four beasts.

You don’t know which one is worse.

You curl in tighter, trying to shrink into the shadows, praying they’ll ignore you. But they don’t speak. They just stare—through you, past you, into you. Like they’re trying to figure out if you’re a threat, or prey.

They feel too close.

Even when they’re standing on the other side of the fire, they feel right on top of you.

And somewhere deep in your stomach, dread coils.

You hope—God, you hope—that they really are monsters. That they’re more beast than man. Because if they’re men… if they’re human… if they have the capacity to feel, to want—

Then this will be so much worse.

You’ve heard stories. Of what men do. What they take. Of women discarded and broken, left as nothing but vessels for someone else’s hunger. If these are the kind of men your village feared—if your parents knew that, and still gave you up—

It would almost be better to be eaten.

Bones and all.

The silence stretches on, heavy and unbearable. You feel their eyes on you, picking you apart, weighing every breath, every twitch. You can’t stand it. You can’t stand the not knowing.

So you break.

Your voice comes out small, terrified. Cracked like old wood.

“Are you… gonna eat me?”

It’s barely more than a whisper. A child’s voice. A broken prayer.

The silence holds for one breath.

Two.

And then the leopard-mask lets out a howl of laughter.

It bursts from his chest like an explosion, his head thrown back as the sound echoes through the tent. Loud. Wild. Startling.

You flinch so hard your back hits the wall of the tent.

God, how you want that stupid cat to shut up.

The white wolf looks at you, visibly confused.

“…Eat… you…?” he repeats, tilting his head.

His voice is low, accented. Soft in a way that doesn’t match the rest of him.

The leopard is still laughing, hands on his hips now like he can’t breathe, and you burn with shame. Your face goes hot, your eyes prick with humiliation.

How stupid. How stupid you must sound.

“Johnny.” The bear-mask speaks at last. His voice is deep, gravelly, sharp with warning.

The laughing one—Johnny, apparently—chokes on another chuckle, then finally quiets, though you still see the grin twitching beneath his mask.

You press further back into the corner, wishing the earth would swallow you whole.

The white wolf is still watching you.

But something’s shifted.

He’s not confused anymore. He looks… curious.

And the silence returns.

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[fayerie]

you thought you’d get under his skin with a little flirting — too bad gojo’s got his reversed cursed technique ready to steal every orgasm and keep you begging for more. how far would you go to reclaim what’s yours?

<𝟑 .ᐟ gojo satoru x f!reader , mdni , divider->@/cafekitsune

cw: feral unhinged gojo , orgasm denial using supernatural powers, rough revenge sex , overstimulation , size kink (implied) , oral sex (f. receiving) , emotional vulnerability including crying and begging , degradation , mention of naoya zenin .

not proofread , art by sakimenz on insta

you’d done it on purpose.

a gentle laugh, a hand on Naoya Zenin's arm, the way your voice softened — just a little — when you said his name.

Gojo had watched from across the room, eyes hidden behind his blindfold, a smile on his lips that didn’t reach his voice.

it was petty. you’d wanted to sting him. to get a reaction, but Gojo Satoru doesn’t do jealousy.

he does revenge.

which is why you’re here now — naked and trembling on his bed, your body wrung out from being dragged to the edge and back again, each high meticulously stolen by the brush of his cursed energy, each orgasm erased with the clinical precision of a man who could do this forever, his blindfold and clothes now discarded on the floor too.

but first — he’d made you feel it.

he had dragged your knees apart and spread you open with the reverence of a priest and the cruelty of a god.

his tongue was devastating. slow, languid strokes at first — deliberate, as if memorizing the shape of your folds with the flat of it, as if the taste of you was something to savor rather than devour.

his breath fanned out over your slick skin, humid and maddening. every pass of his tongue sent your hips twitching, but he didn’t let you move — not even a little.

he moaned against you, low and indulgent, as if your pussy fed something primal in him.

your hands fisted in his hair. your thighs tried to close around his head, trembling, but he shoved them back open — firm, unhurried, unbothered. one hand gripped your inner thigh tight enough to bruise, the other slid underneath you, palm pressing flat to your lower belly — pinning you down, anchoring you like he knew you were about to come undone.

his mouth sealed around your clit, sucking slow, torturous pulls that made you choke on your own breath. then the tip of his tongue flicked — quick and rhythmic, teasing the bundle of nerves with surgical precision.

he alternated between flattening his tongue and curling it against you, dragging the wet muscle over every swollen, sensitive spot like he was testing how far he could push you without letting you fall.

and when you began to shake — legs tensing, voice gone — he shifted slightly, lips slippery with your slick, then whispered against your cunt like a secret, “that’s it, baby… give it to me.”

you came... or tried to.

snap, gone.

the orgasm vanished like a phantom breath, ripped from your nerves before it could detonate. your mouth opened in a soundless cry, the pleasure caught in your chest like a sob that wouldn’t release.

that was the beginning of your unraveling.

now, an hour later, he kneels between your legs, sleeves rolled up, mouth glistening, fingers stroking idly at your folds. you twitch under his touch.

“still feeling flirty?” he hums, mock curious, tilting his head like he doesn’t already know. “or are we learning how to behave now?”

you glare at him, but it’s pathetic. you’re flushed and panting, thighs spread wide, unable to even close them with how sore you are. you’ve already cum — what, three times? four?

no. you haven’t. that’s the sick joke of it.

your body has. screamed and clenched and convulsed. but every single time, just as you came — he’d used reversed cursed technique on your nerves, wiping away the peak as if it never happened.

leaving you empty. ruined. needing.

he was never angry. never cold. just... calmly vindictive, “you’re insane,” you croak out.

he hums again, amused, like you’ve said something sweet. “you knew that when you chose me, you're just as bad.”

you try to sit up. he presses your hips back down instantly, one handed, with terrifying ease.

“toru—”

he leans in, licks a slow stripe up your inner thigh. “don’t say my name like that unless you mean it, baby.”

your whole body jerks. “i do,” you pant. “please—let me cum this time. i won’t flirt with him ever again.”

he smiles. but it’s not kindness — it’s confirmation. “there it is,” he murmurs, pleased. “took you long enough.”

the fourth orgasm hits like a freight train, or it would’ve.

you feel it build in your gut — tight, volcanic, desperate. his fingers are perfect, curling inside you, thumb circling your clit, his mouth whispering filth you can barely process. and just as your breath catches — just as your body tries to surrender again—

gone.

you scream into your own hand. he sighs, mock sympathetic. “awww. almost.” you writhe, tears slipping from your eyes.

he leans in close, licking one off your cheek, his voice silky. “you know how precise i have to be to catch it right as you tip over? it’s hard work.”

“sadist,” you whisper, “mmhmm,” he nods like you’ve complimented him. “try again?”

you shake your head. “no. i—I can’t.” he kisses your stomach, soft. “you will.”

by the time he’s undone your sixth orgasm, you’ve forgotten why you flirted with anyone in the first place.

you’re incoherent. your body is oversensitized to the point of pain, nerves frayed, thighs shaking every time he exhales near your cunt. your fists clench the sheets. you hate him. you need him so bad that it hurts.

he’s humming a tune. casual. barely sweaty, even though he’s been at this for over an hour.

“i’m honestly impressed,” he says, pressing two fingers back inside you. “i thought you’d safeword by now.”

you blink up at him, barely. “i want to cum.”

he smiles, slow. “you want that, but you also knew what you were doing, baby. you knew what would happen the moment you put your hands on him.”

your breath catches.

“you did it for this.” he kisses your inner thigh. “you wanted me to snap. to fuck you stupid. to ruin you.”

he bites, just enough to make you gasp, “i’m only obliging.” you sob — half laughter, half broken plea. “then fucking ruin me, gojo satoru.”

he freezes for a second.

then — something changes.

when he slides into you, with no warning. just heat and stretch and a low, animal growl torn from his throat.

your cunt, swollen and hypersensitive, welcomes him in with an obscene squelch. you’re soaked — slippery and pulsing — and yet the thickness of him still steals the breath from your lungs. he sinks in slowly, grinding deeper with every inch until his hips press flush to yours and his cock is nestled so far inside, you feel him in your ribs.

your walls spasm around him, clenching like your body’s trying to drag him in deeper, as if it’ll never be enough.

you cry out, legs instinctively hooking around his waist despite the ache. he grabs under your knees and bends them up and out — folding you open, exposing everything, letting you feel every inch of stretch and friction as he rocks his hips forward again.

“fuck—still this tight after all that?” he groans against your neck, voice rough and disbelieving.

you can’t answer. your brain is static.

he draws out slow — so slow — and your pussy clings to him, velvety and drenched, unwilling to let go. you feel everything: the ridge of his head, the drag along your walls, the pressure curling low in your gut again like a threat.

and then he slams back in.

you scream. your body jolts under his weight, the bed creaking beneath you. he does it again — snapping his hips with brutal accuracy, hitting that deep spot inside you over and over until your back arches and your fingers seize against his scalp.

his rhythm is devastating. perfectly cruel. he fucks you like he’s driving something out of you — like he wants to brand himself into your bones.

your chest drags against his with every thrust, your breasts bouncing between your bodies, slick skin slapping slick skin. every inhale tastes like him — his sweat, his breath, the faint trace of your arousal still slick on his lips, making them glossy and so fucking kissable.

your arms wrap around his shoulders as if on instinct, fingers trembling where they knot into his snowy hair. your chest presses flush to his, nipples stiff against him, and as he fucks you, you kiss him — anywhere you can reach. his neck, his jaw, his cheek, his collarbone — each frantic, sloppy kiss smeared with desperation, a string of saliva clinging to your parted lips every time you gasp against him.

“please,” you whisper into his throat, voice cracked and close to crying. “don’t take this one. please—please—”

he doesn’t answe, he just fucks you harder.

you’re close, closer than ever.

his hands are everywhere — one gripping your hip like a vice, the other cradling the back of your head as your face tucks against his neck. his cock drives into you with merciless intent, stroking deep, thick, hot. it’s too much, too perfect, too right.

your whole body tenses, the orgasm barreling toward you like an avalanche. every nerve is wired. every inch of you feels electric, ignited, seconds from collapse.

he feels it.

his pace quickens, rhythm ruthless, breath ragged in your ear, he doesn’t speak, doesn’t taunt. doesn’t move to take it away.

his face is focused.

you break with a scream — loud, raw, wet —and for a moment, for a terrifying breathless second, you think he’s stolen it again.

but he doesn’t, you finally cum.

it explodes out of you, violent and endless — your back arching clean off the bed as your cunt clamps down around him, pulsing, spasming, flooding. the pleasure hits in brutal, dizzying waves, white hot and relentless, until your vision swims and your body bucks and jerks uncontrollably beneath him.

you’re crying. sobbing from the release, from the ache, from everything.

he fucks you through it, his hips stuttering at the way you squeeze him.

and then he groans — loud, hoarse, guttural — as he buries himself to the hilt and spills inside you.

his cock twitches with every pump of cum he pours into your cunt. he shakes against you, his body trembling with the force of it, and finally — finally — he collapses onto your chest, gasping into your neck.

you both pant into the silence.

you lie there for a long time, twitching with aftershocks, muscles limp. he doesn’t move. just wraps his arms around you, face buried in your neck.

eventually, you manage, hoarsely, “you let me…” “mmhmm.”

“why?”

his voice is tired and smug and terribly fond.

he lifts his head from the crook of your neck, strands of white hair sticking to his damp forehead, his cheeks flushed, lips parted like he’s still catching his breath.

and when he looks at you — really looks at you — it’s with those piercing eyes: crystalline blue, glassy from the aftershocks of pleasure, half lidded but sharp, like they’re cutting straight through you.

he looks ruined, sweaty, glowing, a little unhinged, and still utterly in control, so fucling beautiful — you thought.

“you finally begged pretty.” you punch his shoulder. weakly.

he laughs. kisses your cheek. then cups your jaw and whispers, voice low and warm: “next time you touch someone else — I’m taking your memory of the orgasm too.”

you don't answer. just lie there, breathing him in, your fingers curling weakly around his wrist where it holds your jaw.

you’re too spent to speak.

too full of him to care.

and when he kisses your temple — gentle, almost apologetic — you think you might forgive him for everything.

a/n: wtf this is the first time i wrote smut i actually liked

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine getting married to Caleb ft. non-mc reader. part 2

Imagine today was the day. The day Caleb had been waitimg for. The tuxedo felt tight, but that didn't matter. He was going to marry you. The person he loved more than life itself. The person who made every moment worth fighting for.

Imagine every detail had been meticulously planned, the flowers, the vows, the reception. But none of it truly mattered now. It was all about you and the life you two would share together after your vows and ceremony.

Imagine the way Caleb stood before the mirror, his hands slightly trembling as he adjusted his tie. His thoughts consumed by the person waiting for him in the chapel. He couldn't wait to see you, to take your hand and promise forever. That was the moment he had been waiting for ever since he met you and get to know you.

and Imagine before he could gather his thoughts any further his phone buzzed with a message from you.

You: Can't want to have my forever with you. I love you! See you soon 🍎

4:37 am

Imagine the way Caleb stared at the message, a smile tugging at his lips. His heart fluttered. He was so close now. He wanted to send something back. Something that would show you how much you meant to him, how much he had been looking forward to this day. How nothing, not even his job, would ever take him away from you.

His fingers hovered over the phone's screen. He started typing but text he paused. He left like no amount of text could reflect the way he was feeling right now. So he decided to send you a voice message instead.

"Whatever happens, I love you..." He startes and hit send. He got lost in the moment that he forgot what he was about to say. Nonetheless he continued with a smile on his face. "I can't wait to marry you. No mission, no order, nothing could ever change that."

Imagine just as he was about to hit send, a sharp knock echoed through the room, cutting through his thoughts like a blade.

Imagine the way the door opens and Caleb's heart skipped a beat. It was his commanding officer, a cold, emotionless presence that made Caleb's stomach drop.

"Colonel." The Commanding officer, CO greeted, his tone calm, like they were discussing the weather, not the most important day of Caleb's life. "I see you're prepared for the ceremony." Caleb's pulse quickened. "Yes, sir. But if you'll excuse me, I need to get to the chapel. I'm getting married today."

Imagine the way the CO didn't budge, he didn't even acknowledge the significance of Caleb's words. He just stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. "Actually, that's why I'm here." Caleb frowned, the dread creeping in. "You don't seem understand, sir. I'm getting married. Today. I had my leave of absence approved today and the rest of the month, sir."

Imagine the way the CO reached into his jacket pocketa and doesn't seem to take anything that Caleb has just said and pull out a folder and flipping it open, his gaze scanning the document with clinical precision. "You've been selected for immediate deployment, Colonel. Your mission is critical. I need you ready in thirty minutes."

Imagine the way Caleb's stomach twisted. His breath caught in his throat. "What? A mission? Today? On my wedding day?" His voice cracked as his entire world tilted.

Imagine the wah the CO didn't flinch, doesn't even seemed to care about the fact that this was supposed to be the most important moment of Caleb's life. His voice remained steady and detached. "Orders are orders, Colonel. This is non negotiable. You're the only one who can handle this. I need you out of here now."

Imagine the way Caleb's mind whirled. This couldn't be happening. He felt like he was drowning. Not today. Not now.

"I'm not going." Caleb spat. His voice trembling with frustration but his eyes were locked onto the CO, his body tense. "I can't go. I won't go. I'm getting married today. I promised them. This is the day I promised- this is the day we promised. You cannot take that from me." His gaze harden. "I won't let you."

Imagine the CO's face was unreadable, but his next words were ice cold. "You'll do your duty, Colonel or I'll have you removed. You don't get to choose today."

Imagine the way Caleb's heart was hammering on his chest. He couldn't breathe. His body was shaking, not from fear but from pure desperation. He couldn't lose this. He wouldn't lose this. He wasn't just fighting for his life. He was fighting for you.

Imagine he took a deep breath, his hands shaking at his sides. His voice dropped to a low growl, full of defiance. "I'd rather be court martialed. I'd rather be discharged than miss my own wedding." His words hung in the air, raw and desperate. "I'm not going. You can’t make me."

Imagjne the way the CO's face remained stoic but Caleb could see the shift in his eyes. The soldier who had been so calm, so indifferent, was now aware. The reality of Caleb's desperation had settled into the room, but it didn't matter. The orders had been given.

Imagine the CO's voice was firm. "You will go, Colonel. You will leave. I don't care if you're in a tuxedo. You're going. If I have to drag you out, I will."

Imagine Caleb started breathing ragged. The way his chest started heaving. His vision was starting to cloud with rage, but more than that, with the fear of losing everything he had worked for. He needed to be with you. He couldn't lose you. Not like this.

Imagine Caleb's evol flared into life. The way the room seemed to shake as the force around him intensified. The walls groaned under the strain as Caleb's evol bent the space around him. The soldiers outside the door were already entering, taking position. Caleb's violet iris flickered toward them, the sheer desperation in his chest making his entire body tremble. They couldn't take this from him.

Imagine he pushed himself forward, forcing his gravity to send the soldiers flying. They crashed into the walls, but it wasn't enough. There were too many of them.

"No!" Caleb shouted. His voice cracking with the intensity of his emotions. He tried to move, to push his way through the door out of this place and get to the chapel. Get to you. His heart was pounding in his chest and the pain of not being able to reach you was unbearable.

but Imagine the soldiers weren't backing down either. One lunged forwarda and grab his arms, yanking them behind his back. Caleb twisted in the grip but the soldiers were too well trained, like it was hone to go after him. The other grabbed his legs, sweeping him off his feet. He could feel his power slipping, his energy draining but he wasn't done. He struggled with every ounce of strength, his body fighting against their hold.

"Get off me!" Caleb growled. The words barely escaping through gritted teeth. He was trying so hard. His heart was screaming for you, for the wedding, for everything he had dreamed of. But it wasn't enough.

Imagine another soldier stepped forward, and before Caleb could even react. A needle pierced his skin. He felt the cold sting of the sedative entering his bloodstream. His vision swam, his thoughts became foggy.

"No..." Caleb whispered, his body growing heavy, the power fading from his limbs. "No... You can't do this..." He started seeing black dots and it scared him. "No...! Please.... please I have to..."

Imagine as the sedative took a full effect, his words slurred, his body collapsing under the weight of the drugs. The last thing he saw was the door to the chapel, the one where the two of you went into and decided it was the way you wanted to get married and he agreed. It'll make you happy. And then he imagined you and then nothing.

Imagine not too far away from the scene was MC who stood in the hallway. Originally she was here to check on Caleb making sure everything was okay. But now, her heart breaking as she listened to the sounds of Caleb's struggle, his shouts, his desperate refusal. She could feel the intensity in the air. She knew Caleb was trying with everything he had. But it was never going to be enough.

and Imagine, more than anything. She needed to tell you that. Fast. Before everything fall apart beyond repair.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: everybody say- thank you for coming home caleb.