#i am going to finish this assignment. im going to finish all of it tonight. and then im going to sleep for five million years.

[nonranghaes]

"don't let me fall asleep."

felix looks up as you settle in, head resting on his shoulder with your eyes already falling shut. your laptop rests in your lap, secure within your grip to keep from slipping. he can see the remains of your assignment staring back at you. it's late. too late for either of you to be awake, and yet here you both are--with him gaming on the couch, and you snuggled up nearby as you work late into the night. you shift a little as you get comfortable, and then let out a sigh.

"i thought this was due tonight." he rests his head against your own, headphones now draped around his neck. "like... tonight tonight. not two hours ago."

you mumble something he can't make out. he just reaches up, patting your cheek gently before pressing a kiss on top of your head.

"you sure you don't wanna finish it later?"

"can't." your weight sinks against his side, and he knows you're about to drift off. "don't wanna leave it..."

"you've got time." he reaches forward to move your laptop. you let go when you feel him tug at it, just so that he can move it onto the coffee table. "i'll quit if you do."

all at once, you seem to melt into him, body aching for rest. but you snap back to it, shaking your head as you rub at your eyes. "i'm almost done," you say, stifling a yawn. "you can go sleep if you need to--"

he shakes his head, controller back in hand. "then i guess i'll keep playing, too." he leans over, pressing a tiny kiss against the corner of your lips. "we'll ruin our sleep schedule together."

it's silly, but it makes you smile. "thank you, lixie." you stand to stretch, joints popping one by one. "i'll finish soon, i promise."

he knows you will. even if it means the two of you fall asleep right there on the couch together as soon as you're done, he's in this with you until the end.

[muirneach]

okay well back to my homework i guess. christ almighty

[haeiheart]

LEE DONGHYUCK | NOT A BIG DEAL

LEE DONGHYUCK

SUMMARY: You and Hyuck have always been inseparable. Best friends who stick together through every minor inconvenience, every 2 AM fast-food run, and especially every party. Their little deal? If they’re both single and drunk at a party, they make out for a good time and purely to avoid awkward hookups with strangers. No feelings, no complications. It’s a good deal no? But when a new guy, Jeno, enters y/n life just like that. They both feel that for the first time, their “not a big deal” deal feels like it might’ve always been something bigger.

GENRE: friends to lovers - kind of fwb hyuckyn - jealous avoidant hyuck! - sweet jeno - minimal angst - slight reader x jeno.

NOTES: first time releasing a full written fic… bye im scared pls be kind (◞‸◟；) also first time making a header? design?? hehehehe. I hope you guys enjoy this though, i personally enjoyed written it so i hope you all enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed making it for you guys!! :3 THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD SO IM SORRY IF THERES ANY ERRORS >_<

WORD COUNT: 3.8k

BEFORE THE PARTY

You and Hyuck have always been inseparable. The best of friends. The kind who finish each other’s sentences, send texts at the exact same time, and know each other’s go-to orders at every café on campus. It’s always been easy with hyuck. You don’t overthink things with him.

That’s why your little pact made perfect sense.

“If we’re both single, and we’re both at a party, and we’re both drunk, we find each other.”

It wasn’t some deep, life changing agreement. It was just a way to keep each other from making bad decisions with strangers. A safety net, nothing more. It always worked. Every single time. It was the perfect deal after all, you both get the pleasure needed in a fun night out. No commitment, no feelings.

Until tonight. But let’s rewind back a couple of weeks.

The day you met Lee Jeno.

3 WEEKS AGO @NCU CAMPUS

College life has always been a blur of assignments, late-night food runs, and whatever chaos Hyuck drags you into. Between classes and parties, your days feel like a well-balanced mix of stress and fun. Thank goodness you had your best friend to keep you sane right?

You first met Jeno during an elective course, one of those random classes you picked to fill credits unfortunately. He was the kind of guy who didn’t talk much but somehow made every conversation feel important. You sat next to him out of convenience, and it wasn’t until the next few classes that you really spoke to him, which was currently right now.

“Do you always write your notes like that?” he had asked, glancing at your mess of shorthand scribbles and little doodles in the margins. You could tell he wanted to laugh at it.

You blinked at him, caught off guard. “Uh… yeah?”

He grinned. “It’s interesting. You do know this is a literature class, right? Because your notes look more like a doodle coloring book for toddlers my baby brother's age rather than actual notes.”

You snorted. “Well, you look like you should be in an engineering class, not here.”

“I was forced to take a humanities elective,” he admitted. “But it’s not bad. I like the class.”

“Because of the material or because of me?” you teased, raising a brow.

He laughed, shaking his head. “Guess you’ll have to find out.”

And just like that, Jeno slipped into your life.

The thing about him was that he never tried too hard, he didn’t force his presence, didn’t demand attention the way Hyuck did. He was just… there. Reliable. Easy to talk to. It was easy to get hooked on a guy like Jeno.

You started walking out of class together, grabbing coffee before your next lectures. You studied together, shared snacks, exchanged casual texts that eventually turned into daily check-ins. Somewhere along the way, you got comfortable with him. But it wasn’t until one particular afternoon that you noticed something else.

OPEN FIELD STUDY AREA @NCU CAMPUS

It was another dreadful afternoon, pilled with assignments you swore just appeared in front of your face. You and Jeno were sitting outside on campus, reviewing notes. Though half the time you guys were mostly making corny jokes and laughing at shared interests. That was until Hyuck showed up unannounced, like he always did, dropping himself onto the bench next to you with a dramatic sigh.

“What’s up, losers?” he greeted, snatching one of your fries before you could react, looking as happy as always to mess with your little head.

You rolled your eyes as a faint smile appears on your face. It’s been awhile since you saw him. “Hyuck, this is a study session. You know, where people focus?”

“Sounds lame,” he deadpanned, then turned to Jeno. “So, how do you put up with this one?”

Jeno smirked. “I think she puts up with me.”

Hyuck’s expression didn’t change, but you knew him well enough to catch the slight pause—the way his fingers drummed against his knee a little too fast, the way his jaw tightened for just a second. It was so quick that you almost missed it. Almost.

But then, as fast as it came, it was gone. Hyuck smirked, leaning back on his elbows. “Well, good luck, man. She’s a handful.” You smacked his arm, rolling your eyes again, but the feeling lingered. Hyuck only stuck around for a short while and you never questioned it, but the odd part was he was too quick to leave the setting as well. Feeling lost as he suddenly got up and fled the scene after saying his byes and ruffling your hair.

After that, things felt… different. Not drastically. Not in a way you could point to and say, this is where everything changed. But the subtle things. Like how Hyuck stopped crashing your study sessions with Jeno as often. How he’d make jokes about you “ditching” him but never say it outright. How he seemed to drink more at parties, getting reckless in a way that made you worry.

It wasn’t obvious, but it was there, buried beneath layers of laughter and banter. And maybe you noticed it too late.

@NEOCAFE - 127 DISTRICT

Hyuck doesn’t text first anymore.

That’s the first thing you notice.

You tell yourself it doesn’t matter, you’ve been busy anyway. School, assignments, late-night study sessions with Jeno. But the silence sits in your chest like a weight, pressing down heavier each day. You truly did miss your best friend, nobody else was as much of a dork loser like he was.

You still see him around. In class, at parties, in the spaces you used to share. But it’s different now.

No more texts that say where are you? when you take too long to respond. No more arms slung over your shoulder as he drags you out of the library for a “much-needed” break. No more late-night walks, just because neither of you wanted to go home yet. God you truly did miss lee donghyuck.

The worst part? You know it’s your fault. You were the one who stopped looking for him first. You were the one who let the space between you grow. And now, you don’t know how to close it.

Jeno Notices “You’ve been quiet lately.” Jeno’s voice is gentle, his eyes scanning your face as you stare blankly at your untouched coffee. It’s the third time he’s caught you zoning out in the past hour and he was getting worried.

You blink, forcing a small smile. “Just tired.”

He doesn’t buy it. You can tell by the way he tilts his head, studying you. “It’s about Hyuck, isn’t it?” The words hit you like a punch to the stomach. You exhale, looking away. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

Jeno doesn’t say anything right away. He just nods, as if he already knew. And maybe he did. Maybe everyone did. You’ve spent so much time pretending things are fine that you almost forgot Jeno sees right through you.

So when he reaches out, fingers brushing over yours, you don’t pull away. Infact you allow yourself to get embraced by his comfort. Was Jeno’s comfort what you needed all this time?

@YOUR APARTMENT

The thing about Jeno is that he never rushes anything.

Not his words, not his movements, nothing. He lets things happen as they are, as if he trusts time to work things out on its own. Which is probably why being around him feels so easy, you always had a smile on your face when you were with him.

Like now, for example. You’re both sitting on the floor of your dorm, backs against the couch, a half-empty bag of chips between you. You’ve been talking for what feels like hours—about everything and nothing all at once.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Jeno says, holding up a hand to stop you mid-story, his eyes already crinkling in amusement. “You mean to tell me you climbed a tree to save a cat, but then got stuck yourself?”

You groan, covering your face. “Okay, listen—”

“No, no, no, I need to process this.” He grins, resting his chin on his palm. “How long were you up there?”

“Like… twenty minutes?” you mumble, cheeks burning from embarrassment clearly…

Jeno loses it. He tilts his head back, laughing so hard his shoulders shake. You gotta admit that laugh of his does wonders to girls. He was a real catch. A once in a lifetime cutie, you should consider yourself lucky to have him around right?

You huff, crossing your arms. “Are you done?”

He wipes at his eyes, still chuckling. “Oh man. I- yeah. Yeah, I think I’m good.” He snickers again. “Twenty minutes. Amazing.”

You try to glare at him, but his laugh is infectious, and soon enough, you’re giggling too.

Jeno turns to look at you, a soft smile lingering on his lips. “Y’know, I think this is the most I’ve ever heard you talk about yourself.”

You blink. “Huh?”

“I mean, you’re always talking about Hyuck or your friends, but I like hearing about you.” He leans against the couch, watching you. “Your dumb little childhood stories. Your love for cats. Your terrible decision-making skills.”

You snort, nudging his leg with your foot. “You’re such a menace.”

“And you love it.”

You shake your head, smiling. “I might.”

Jeno tilts his head, studying you for a second. His voice is quieter when he speaks again. “Are you okay?”

The question catches you off guard. You consider lying, but Jeno has always been good at seeing through people. So you exhale, looking down at your hands.

“I don’t know,” you admit. “I just feel… lost.”

Jeno doesn’t say anything right away. He just shifts a little closer, his knee bumping against yours. You don’t realize how much you needed that until it happens.

“I get that,” he finally says. “Sometimes it feels like you’re walking through fog, and you don’t know where you’re going. But…” He nudges you lightly. “That doesn’t mean you’re alone.”

You look up at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He smiles, warm and genuine. “I’m here.” You don’t know what possesses you to do it—maybe it’s the way his voice is so steady, so sure. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you, like you’re important. But before you can overthink it, you lean in.

Jeno’s eyes widen slightly, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his lips quirk up in amusement.

“You’re not about to kiss me mid-existential crisis, are you?”

You let out a breathless laugh. “Shut up.”

But he’s still grinning when he finally closes the distance. The kiss is soft, almost hesitant at first. But then you feel him smile against your lips, and suddenly, it’s all laughter and warmth and the taste of leftover chips.

You break apart for air, and Jeno chuckles. “That was—”

You groan, covering your face. “Don’t say it.”

“— surprisingly nice for two people who just ate sour cream and onion chips.”

You swat at him, laughing. “You ruined it.”

He catches your wrist, grinning. “Nah. That made it better.”

You shake your head, still breathless, still here. Jeno doesn’t fail to make your day once again, as he leans in, continuing where you both had left off as if it was almost natural.

And for the first time in a while, you don’t feel so lost.

PRESENT TIME

And this is how your weeks have been spent. With Lee Jeno. Full of kisses, laughter, playfulness, and comfort. Jeno arrives with an armful of snacks, two sodas balanced precariously on top. “Alright, before we do anything, I have to ask…why do you have like, seven different cat towers in your apartment? Are they that spoiled?” as he takes in his surroundings once again.

You shut the door behind him and scoff. “Excuse you, my children deserve the best.”

Jeno grins, setting the snacks down. “How many do you have again?”

“Three.” You sigh dramatically. “But honestly, I think my oldest cat hates me.”

He snorts. “Why?”

“Because I accidentally stepped on her tail when she was a kitten, and she’s never forgiven me.” You flop onto the couch, pouting. “Now every time I call her, she looks at me like I owe her child support.” Jeno bursts out laughing, nearly knocking over the bag of chips. “That’s the most you thing I’ve ever heard.”

You nudge him with your foot. “Oh, shut up. You’ve definitely done worse.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Doubt it.”

“Oh really? What’s the dumbest injury you’ve ever had?”

He thinks for a moment before admitting, “I once tried to jump over my couch but tripped, hit my head on the armrest, and passed out.”

You gasp. “Wait—like, fully unconscious?”

“Yup.” He sighs. “Woke up two minutes later to my mom yelling at me for being stupid.”

You’re already laughing so hard your stomach hurts. “Okay, okay, once, when I was seven, I thought I could ride my bike down the biggest hill in my neighborhood with my eyes closed.”

Jeno’s eyes widen. “No. No.”

“Yes,” you wheeze. “Flew straight into a bush. My mom had to pull twigs out of my hair for an hour.”

He practically collapses against the couch, laughing until his shoulders shake. “You’re actually crazy as a kid.”

“Thank you,” you say proudly.

The laughter fades into a comfortable silence. Jeno leans back, staring at the ceiling. “You know, I never really asked—but what was Hyuck like when you were kids?”

You hesitate, but the memories come easily. “Chaotic. Loud. Got us into trouble, like, every other day. He would drag me into the most ridiculous situations and it wasn’t even my fault.”

Jeno smirks. “Sounds about right.”

You smile softly. “One time, we thought we could build a pillow fort. We barely even got the first pillow up before the entire thing collapsed and we both fell.”

He laughs. “Did you get hurt?”

“Surprisingly, no. But Hyuck cried for a full hour because he swore it was sabotage.”

Jeno shakes his head, amused. “He hasn’t changed at all, has he?”

“Nope.” You pick at a loose thread on your sleeve. “He’s always been… Hyuck.”

There’s a pause, but Jeno doesn’t push. He just watches you, waiting.

You clear your throat. “Okay, your turn. Tell me something I don’t know about you.”

He hums, tapping his chin. “Alright. You know how everyone thinks I’m all sporty and serious?”

“Yeah?”

“Well.” He leans in like he’s about to share a top-secret confession. “I used to write fanfiction.”

You choke on your drink. “No way.”

“Oh, it gets worse.” He sighs dramatically. “It was about superheroes.”

“What kind? Marvel? DC?”

“Neither. Completely original characters. I had a whole series.”

You clutch your stomach from laughing so hard. “Jeno. Are you telling me you were a self-insert superhero fanfic writer?”

He groans, covering his face. “Look, I was twelve—”

“NO, THIS IS AMAZING.” You grab his arm. “Did you give yourself powers? A tragic backstory?”

He peeks at you between his fingers. “…Both.”

You collapse into the couch, wheezing. “This might be the best thing I’ve ever learned about you.”

He grins. “Alright, your turn. What’s your cringiest secret?”

You pause, then admit, “Okay this might not be cringy… but i had a harry potter phase.”

Jeno gasps, clutching his chest. “What house were you in?”

“…Slytherin.”

He high-fives you. “Respect.”

The conversation keeps flowing, lighthearted and easy. You talk about everything, old childhood memories, embarrassing moments, ridiculous hypothetical scenarios (what would you do if you woke up as a worm?), and somehow, even the meaning of life.

It’s fun. It’s comfortable.

But beneath it all, there’s something bittersweet.

Because you both know this is goodbye.

Eventually, the night slows down. The laughter fades, leaving only the quiet hum of the TV in the background. You shift, fiddling with the hem of your sweater. “Jeno…”

He already knows. You can see it in his expression.

Still, he lets you say it.

“I have to go find him,” you admit softly.

A beat of silence.

Then he smiles? He smiles. A small, knowing smile. “Yeah.”

You swallow hard. “I—I didn’t mean to—”

“I know.” His voice is gentle. “You never had to say it, y/n. I knew.”

Your throat tightens. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He reaches for your hand, squeezing it lightly. “But… can I ask for one last thing?”

You nod, already knowing what it is.

“One last kiss,” he murmurs.

So you kiss him.

It’s soft, lingering. A silent thank you. A quiet goodbye.

When you pull away, he exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well. That was a solid 9/10.”

You snort. “Only 9?”

“Could’ve been a 10, but my foot fell asleep.”

You smack his arm, laughing. “Shut up.”

He grins. “Go. Before I change my mind and challenge Hyuck to a duel.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re already reaching for your shoes.

And as you step out the door, heart racing, you realize—

This time, you’re going to run toward Hyuck.

Because he’s always been the one and it’s about time you told him.

@HYUCKS HOUSE

You don’t know why you’re nervous.

Actually, scratch that—you do know why.

Because this is Hyuck.

Because it’s been weeks. Because you let the distance grow, and now you’re about to do the most humiliating thing possible: show up at his door in the middle of the night, probably looking like a disaster, and pour your heart out.

Great plan. Really solid. No notes.

Still, you knock.

And the second the door swings open, all your thoughts evaporate.

Hyuck stands there, hoodie slightly rumpled, his hair sticking up like he was asleep before you interrupted. His face is groggy, blinking at you like he’s trying to make sure you’re real.

“…y/n?”

You open your mouth.

And immediately start crying.

Like, full-on tears. Embarrassing.

Hyuck panics. “Wait, huh, are you okay??”

You sniff, waving your hands wildly. “I— hiccup— I don’t know why I’m crying!”

His hands move without hesitation, reaching for your arms, steadying you. “Hey, hey, what’s going on?” His grip is warm, grounding. “Did something happen?”

You shake your head rapidly, but the tears won’t stop. God you really missed him.

Hyuck makes a helpless noise before sighing and tugging you against him. His arms wrap around you, firm but careful, like he’s worried you might break.

You bury your face in his hoodie, gripping the fabric tightly.

Hyuck rubs your back in slow circles. “Okay. Just—breathe, yeah?”

You sniffle, nodding against his chest. His warmth seeps into your skin, comforting in a way nothing else has been these past few weeks.

And then, before he can say anything else, the words just spill out.

“I just— Hyuck, I missed you.”

His hold on you tightens for a second before he pulls back slightly, just enough to see your face. His brows furrow, but he stays quiet, letting you talk.

“You’re— you’re so important to me, okay? And I hate that I let us drift apart. And I hate that I didn’t realize sooner that you are—” You hiccup again, rubbing at your face. “I don’t even know what I’m saying, I just miss you so much, and everything sucks without you, and I—”

Hyuck suddenly squints at you. “…Are you drunk?”

You freeze. “What?”

“You’re being so dramatic right now.” His lips twitch like he’s holding back laughter. “You have to be drunk.”

You gape at him. “I am not drunk, you absolute—”

“I dunno…” He crosses his arms, pretending to analyze you as he leans closer to your face. “Messy hair, teary eyes, emotional confessions in the dead of night… this is very intoxicated behavior.”

You groan, shoving at his shoulder. “I swear I’m sober—”

“Alright, c’mon, Crybaby.” He snickers, grabbing your wrist and pulling you inside. “At least cry in my room instead of my doorstep.”

You let him drag you in, still sniffling as he kicks the door shut behind you.

And just like that, you’re home.

Hyuck flops onto his bed, patting the space next to him. “C’mere, you baby.” You roll your eyes but sit down anyway, pulling your knees to your chest.

Silence settles between you. Not awkward, not tense. Just… there.

Hyuck sighs, tilting his head toward you. “You really missed me that much?”

You swallow, nodding. “Yeah.”

He watches you for a moment, then scoffs lightly. “Idiot. I was always here, y’know.”

Your heart clenches. “I know. I was just—”

“Being dumb?”

You groan. “Yes, okay! I was being dumb.”

Hyuck smirks, but it softens as he nudges your knee with his. “It sucked without you, too.”

Your breath catches. “Yeah?”

“Obviously.” He huffs, looking away like admitting it pains him. “Who else was gonna make me leave my apartment and go on stupid 2AM snack runs?”

You let out a small laugh. “You love those snack runs.”

“Yeah, but I love them with you.”

You freeze.

Hyuck doesn’t seem to notice what he just said, or maybe he does, because he clears his throat quickly and sits up straighter. “Anyway. What was up with that dramatic monologue outside? You really that miserable without me?”

You hesitate, then nod. “Yeah.”

He blinks.

You sigh, rubbing your arms. “Hyuck, you’re— you’re my person.” You glance at him, eyes searching. “You always have been.” You meant it.

Something shifts in his expression.

For the first time all night, he’s quiet.

Your heart pounds. “I—”

“Wait.” He suddenly lifts a hand, stopping you. Then, deadpan— “Are you sure you’re not drunk?”

You groan, shoving his face away. “Hyuck!”

He bursts into laughter, eyes crinkling at the corners.

And even though you’re this close to smacking him, you realize—

This is why you came back.

Because no one makes your heart race and your soul feel alive like Lee Donghyuck. You don’t even realize how close you’ve gotten until his laughter fades, leaving only the soft hum of the night around you. His gaze flickers to your lips, then back to your eyes.

A beat of silence.

Then, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, he leans in.

And you meet him halfway.

The kiss is warm, slow— like a quiet understanding. Like something that had always been there, waiting to be noticed. It wasn’t like all the other kisses, the party hookups. This was real.

His hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing lightly over your cheek. He tilts his head slightly, deepening the kiss just a little, enough to make your breath hitch.

When you finally pull away, he exhales, pressing his forehead against yours.

“…Yup.” He grins. “You definitely weren’t supposed to kiss me like that if you were drunk.”

You laugh softly, still slightly breathless. “Shut up.”

He hums, thumb still stroking your cheek. “Not a chance.”

And this time, when he kisses you again, neither of you stop to think.

Because for once, nothing else matters.

NOTES: I wouldve wrote longer but my brain fogged oops but i hope you guys enjoyed!!

[concreteangel92]

Thou Shalt Not Kill - Chapter 13

AU Noah Sebastian x detective female reader

18+

Summary: Reader is a detective and is assigned to a murder case which she soon connects with previous killings and figures out the religious affiliation, proving there is a new serial killer within the city. Reader soon becomes obsessed with the killers mind and methods and won’t rest until she figures out who the killer is. All while she gets used to working with her new partner on the case, detective Noah Davis.

Warnings: graphic writings of murder/killings, blood, gore, violence, serial killer, swearing, god complex, use of religion, stockholm syndrome, mentions of the death of a parent, smut, PiV, use of an inanimate object, knife kink, blood play (in a way) obsession, dark romance, choking, I’m pretty certain that’s it but please let me know if I’ve missed anything!!

Im so sorry for such a long wait, life once again got in the way haha but as I’m up to date with everything else, I had to dive back into this world!! 5 chapters left until we are finished 👀

Let me know what you think!! 🖤

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“…you’re going to kill him”

You stared up at him in shock, that sinister smile not once leaving his lips.

You tried to say something, anything but your words had become stuck in your throat.

“What’s the matter angel? Cat got your tongue?”

You blinked and shook your head slightly and glanced away to look at the one man you hated the most.

Ethan Collins.

It had been 11 years, 11 years since this man had taken everything from you. The day your father died, a part of you did as well and your life has never been the same since.

You watched as Ethan struggled against his restraints, his muffled cries coming through the gag in his mouth, his eyes fell into you with a plea for you to save him.

Tears pricked your eyes as you looked at the man, none of this feeling real.

You felt Noah’s presence come behind you as he whispered so close into your ear that it sent a chill down your spine, you could feel the heat of his breath and the weight of his words sinking into your soul.

“It ends tonight angel...all that pain, all that rage, just let it out. He took everything from you. It’s time to take it back”

A tear ran down your cheek as you turned to look up at him.

“I…I can’t…how…why?!”

Noah smiled and brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear and wiped the tears away.

“Because you are the final piece of my puzzle, don’t you see? You’re my big finale”

“How?”

“Only two commandments left angel” he murmurs. “Just two more steps between you and salvation…or damnation”

He circles you slowly, predatory, his eyes never leaving yours.

”‘Thou shalt not kill.’ That was never meant for people like him. Monsters deserve the grave they dug for others. And you…”

He gestures toward the man before you.

“You’ve carried this weight for too long. I’m giving you a gift, the power to end it.”

He stops in front of you, tilting his head.

“And the last one…‘Thou shalt have no other gods before me.’”

A slow, sinister grin pulls at his lips.

“You already worship me. I see it in your eyes. The way your pulse races when I’m near. There’s no heaven waiting for you, not anymore. Just me. I am your beginning, your end…your god”

Then his tone shifts, cold, final, razor-sharp. “So here’s the choice detective”

“Kill him and stand beside me. Or walk away and I promise you, I’ll put you down myself. No redemption. No escape. Because in the end, you were always meant to be mine…one way or the other”

Your blood ran cold, this was his plan all along, this was what he wanted from the beginning.

“I…I’m not a killer like you!”

Noah chuckled low in his chest as he leant down closer, your lips brushing each other.

“No, you’re my little angel, one that I want to tempt into sin”

Ethan’s muffled cries became louder, causing your head to turn in his direction, seeing a look of fear and bewilderment on his face.

Noah smirked and walked over so he could rip the gag away from him, freeing his mouth so he could talk.

“What the fuck is this shit?! Who the fuck are you?!”

You turned to face him, brows frowned.

“You don’t know who I am do you?”

Ethan continued to struggled in his seat.

“No and I don’t give a shit! You’ll regret this when I get out of here you fucking bitch!”

You felt an anger starting to form in your gut, your hands balling into fists at your side.

“I remember you, I’ve never forgotten your face”

Ethan then looked up at you, clearly trying to place you.

“What? Did I grope that pretty ass of yours in a bar or something? LET ME GO!”

“LOOK AT ME!”

He stopped and stared up at you with daggers, your body was shaking with so much adrenaline.

“You killed my father 11 years ago…”

Ethan studied your face, a sudden realisation overcoming him.

“You’re the daughter of that cop!”

You nodded as Noah came and walked behind you with his arms folded, clearing enjoying this interaction.

“He was a lieutenant and a very respected and loved man and father and you shot him down”

He started to struggle again.

“So what?! He got in my way so I removed the problem! I’ll do the same to you when I get out of this!”

Your blood was boiling, there was no remorse, he didn’t even care about his actions all those years ago.

Noah’s breath was warm against your ear as you felt his knife slipping into your hand from behind.

"This is the last step, angel. He deserves it. You know he does."

The tears flowed freely down your cheeks, you clutched the knife in your hands as you stared at the man you hated the most.

“LET ME GO YOU SICK BITCH!! I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR FATHER AND I’LL DO THE SAME TO YOU WHEN I’M FREE!”

“Shut your mouth!”

He didn’t, he carried on yelling and rocking the chair in anger.

“LET ME GO! You don’t have it in you to kill me, you’re weak just like he was! I wonder if you’d have the same pathetic look in your eyes as you die like he did!”

You didn't hear yourself scream. Didn't feel the first swing. Or the second. Just the blood warm, thick, staining your skin like it belonged there as you stabbed away at the man in front of you, the blinding rage had washed over you like a cold winter wind, sharp and merciless, cutting through everything else. The man's laughter died in a wet choke, and still, you couldn't stop.

By the time you did, your hands were shaking, soaked in red. Ethan’s lifeless body slumped forward, crimson pooling beneath him and you felt it splashed onto your cheeks and soaking into your clothes.

The room was silent…except for the sound of your own ragged breath and Noah’s quiet, reverent whisper behind you.

“There she is”

Your breath caught in your throat, the weight of what you’d done crashing over you like a wave of static. Blood on your hands. On your skin. In your mouth.

You didn’t flinch when Noah stepped behind you again, his presence calm, so calm, as if this was always meant to be.

His hand slid around your waist, fingers smearing red across your stomach as he pulled you flush against him.

“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful,” he murmured against your ear, voice thick with lust and something far darker.

Your heart thundered in your chest, but not from fear. From something else…something hotter, more feral.

You hated how good it felt to hear him say that. You hated how your body leaned into his without thinking. But most of all…you hated that he was right.

He turned you to face him, his fingers still wet with Ethan’s blood as they traced down the side of your neck, painting you like a canvas that he owned.

“You crossed the line” he whispered, tilting your chin up, his eyes burning into yours. “And now there’s no going back”

Then his lips crushed into yours, hungry, claiming, tasting the ruin he’s created in you.

You kissed him back with as much force as he gave to you, letting yourself get lost in the feeling of him, like he was the only thing keeping you anchored down.

You pulled away and stared up at his face, now covered in the blood that stained yours, something primal and ferocious came over you.

You pulled him back down for another bruising kiss, your teeth nipping at his lips which caused a low growl to come from him.

“Make me feel something! Hit me! Cut me! Anything!”

The knife still clutched in your hand, your emotions numbed as you pushed against Noah, pushing him to fight back, his almost cruel laughter echoing around the room.

Noah grabbed you harshly by your hair at the base of your skull and tilted your head up as he took the knife from you.

“There’s my girl, I knew she was in there somewhere…you’re just as dark and deprived as me”

The next few moments were a blur, both of you ripping each other’s clothes off as he backed you up to the bed.

You found yourself staring up at him, your chest heaving up and down as he suddenly waved the knife at you with a smirk, the blade glistening in the dim light through the blood that coated the steel.

With slow, calculated precision, he drags the tip of the knife, not sharp, not enough to cut, just enough, up your thigh, over your hip, tracing the curves of your body like he's sketching art into your skin as a trail of blood was left in its wake. You arch toward him, breath catching in your throat as you let out a moan.

"That's it," he growls. "Let me see you come apart for me”

Noah drags the blade down and traces around your inner thighs again, you should be scared, but you weren’t, you needed this, needed him like you needed oxygen to breathe.

“Open”

You spread your legs at his command, your core already dripping with desire for him.

Noah’s mouth fell open as he gazed down at you like you were the most delicious meal.

“Perfect”

You watched as he flipped the blade in his hand and ran the handle over your slick folds.

“You’re the altar angel and I’m worshiping. I'm your loyal acolyte, here to worship and to ruin”

Your head fell back as the handle was pushed into you slowly, your walls gripping it instantly.

“His blood’s still warm on it. Do you feel how it fits? Like it was made to be between your thighs instead of between his ribs”

You cried out and moved your hips in time with his hand as he used the blade on you, a sick reminder of what you’ve done but instead of shame, all you felt was heat. Twisted, hungry, consuming heat that wrapped around your spine and ignited everything inside of you.

Noah’s breath was ragged as he watched you writhe beneath him, the blood slicked handle pumping in and out with a deliberate rhythm.

“That’s it” he murmured.

Your fingers clawed at the sheets, desperate for more, more pressure, more pain, more of him. You needed to feel him, to lose yourself completely in the madness he’s dragged you into.

He pulled the knife from you slowly, deliberately, coated in you, in death. And then he tossed it aside and climbed on top of you, settling between your legs like he belonged there.

“I want you to ride me,” he growled, dragging you up with him, positioning you in his lap with your back against his chest. “I want you to look at what you did while I ruin what’s left of you.”

Your eyes flicked to the slumped body in the chair, still bleeding out into the floor. You felt no horror, only power pulsing through you like a second heartbeat.

His hand curled around your throat, tightening just enough to make your vision pulse at the edges as you sank down onto him with a cry.

“Eyes open, angel. I want you to watch while I make you mine”

Noah helped you start to move your hips on top of his, the feeling of his hard length reaching deep within you as your breath was being choked under his grasp.

You moan and moved your body faster, desperate to chase the high flooding your body.

Noah’s groans came deep from within his chest that vibrated against your back as he kept your head up and facing your kill across the room.

It was all too much, your bodies moved in a brutal, perfect rhythm, your cries carried around the room.

“Look at him” he snarled through gritted teeth, dragging your gaze back to the lifeless body still slumped in the chair. “This is what it took to set you free. This…this is who you are now”

You knew it was true, you felt it, you could taste it.

“Noah…” you choked, voice broken, shaking. “I’m gonna…”

Your vision blurred as your climax hit like a violent wave, tearing through you with a force that stole your breath from your body. You cried out, high and raw as your body trembled, every nerve alight with fire.

He followed with a low, guttural moan, hips jerking up as he spilled inside you, his head falling to your shoulder, teeth grazing your skin like he could devour you whole.

The world was silent again. Except now, it was yours.

Your body went limp in his arms and you felt his hands slide around your middle as he held you close.

Not like prey. Like possession.

Like you're his very own religion.

And @iluvmewwwww75 I don’t know if you remembered this post but you heavily inspired me last year for this chapter so this one is definitely dedicated to you my lovely 🖤

Chapter 14

[atimelessheaven]

heyyy can i request for Kaitlyn Chen fic?(THERE ARE BARELY ANY ON THIS APP & I LOVE HER MAN) Specifically fluff maybe like after an argument and she sees me struggling with homework and stuff and helps me out but still being slightly mad , but all is good at the end like cuddling etc

Party Time? Study Time.

sorry again for how long this took to get out, i’ve been on vacation.

huge thank you to @yailtsv for the header, and phone call image! very thankful.

fluff ◡̈

Kaitlyn Chen x Reader!

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9:45 pm- on a friday night, i have an assignment due at 11:59. im currently sitting at my desk, wearing my cute little mini skirt, and low cut top. tears streaming down my face, attempting to finish this stupid research paper.

how did i get here? great question.

7:15 am- breakfast with my girlfriend, kaitlyn:

“so baby what are your plans for this weekend?” kaitlyn asked, while cutting my pancakes for me. princess treatment duh.

“we’ll later tonight i planned to go out with my friends to-“ i said trying to answer before kaitlyn cut in.

“did you finish your research paper?” she asked looking at me with this knowing look

“well no, but-“ i say trying to explain myself. “no. that’s an important grade. you know that. you can’t go out if you aren’t doing your assignments. especially an assignment that counts for 28% of your grade. baby that’s a terrible idea. it will tank your GPA.” kaitlyn says objecting to my nighttime plans.

“but baby, all of my friends are going out. i promised them i’d go too.” i say pouting “it’s just this one time.”

“no baby. if you wanted to go that bad you should’ve gotten your work done. you know better. besides if you’re fine with slacking off this “one time” on an important grade, how many times are you going to put off less important assignments in the future? you’re digging yourself in a hole.” kaitlyn responded sticking firm to her no. my pout not even phasing her.

“but i promised them!” i say getting frustrated at her persistent no. my voice slightly raising, with my attitude rising.

“don’t raise your voice at me” she deadpans. “you’re okay with your grades dropping? your goals slipping out of reach? the future you’ve worked so hard for leaving in an instant over some dumb party? you’re okay promising YOURSELF that? is that what i’m hearing?” kaitlyn really emphasizing the “yourself” making me freeze, and pout.

“fine” i say with attitude just wanting to end the conversation.

“i’m going to let the attitude slide for now, but it needs to stop. im getting tired of it. do you understand? i love you, i just want what’s best for you. you know that.” kaitlyn says leaning over to kiss my forehead. i just nod my head in silence.

8:57 pm- i’m at the bar, with friends, about three shots in:

I see i’m getting a call from kaitlyn, so i obviously answer excited to talk to my favorite girl.

“hi baby!” i say very over enthusiastic with my tipsy self.

“babe. why does your location say you’re at the bar? and why does it sound like you’re under the influence?” kaitlyn says sounding very frustrated.

“it says i’m at the bar? must be because i am.” i say sounding very proud of myself, unsure why she sounds so upset.

“oh, so you went out of your way to disobey what i asked you to do? is it that hard to just listen to me?”

“hmm?” i respond to her little rant, not being able to focus with the alcohol running through me.

“are you really that far gone? you don’t remember? or you can’t comprehend what i’m saying?” she pauses waiting for me to reply but when i start she cuts me off “you know what? just save it. i have an uber on the way to get you. it’s going to text you when they get there. i love you be careful.” she said before she hung up.

9:15 pm- i get the text from my uber and im headed home like kaitlyn wanted:

i step inside about ten minutes later and see kaitlyn looking oddly calm, sitting on the couch watching tv.

“hi babe” i say softly, not wanting to upset her, but also to let her know im acknowledging her presence.

“hi angel, i’m glad you’re home safe. your assignment is due in” she looks at her watch and thinks about it for just a second “about 2.5 hours. you might want to get started on it.” she said still looking at the tv, not even so much as glancing at you.

instead of responding i just walked into my room, sat down at my desk. not even bothering to change. i was determined to prove to her i could party, and stay on top of my studies, even if that wasn’t actually the original plan.

9:45 pm- im now here. crying over my computer. i can’t think straight. my head is hurting, nothing is making sense to me, im tired. to top it off, i can’t hear my girlfriend laughing at the show she’s watching, and it’s killing me. knowing she’s upset with me hurts, especially because it is my fault. i decided not to listen to her.

i hear footsteps towards the door, so i decide to look locked in. i don’t want her to know im crying.

“babe, i could hear you crying, stop pretending.” she immediately said as she walked in the door and took in the scene. me pretending to read an article on google, leaned over the computer, honestly pretending she isn’t there.

“angel. look at me.” she said gently, while turning my face. “what’s going on?”

as soon as she asked i just broke down crying again, even though i disappointed her, she was still making sure i was okay. i don’t know what i did to deserve her.

“i can’t do this paper” i said between sobs.

“why not? what part aren’t you understanding?” she asked in the most caring tone.

“all of it, i’m just tired, none of it is making sense. i can’t do it.”

after that, she helped me with my paper, not doing it for me, just helping. she said that even though it might not be the grade i could’ve got, it’s the one i deserved for thinking it wasn’t important.

11:48 pm- the assignment is submitted. finally.

about an hour into kaitlyn helping me, she took pitty and let me fall asleep against her, while she did the assignment for me. she’s a godsend.

i woke up to the feelings of being lifted, and carried

“shhh angel, go back to sleep, i’m just carrying you to your bed.” she said leaning down to kiss my cheek.

she set me down on my bed, laying next to me. my head immediately falling to her chest.

“i’m sorry” i mumbled into her chest half asleep.

“i know baby. next time just please listen to me. i hate being upset with you, but sometimes it’s unavoidable when you do something ive told you not to do. the only reason id ever tell you not to do something, is because it crosses a boundary, or it isn’t in your best interest. i just need you to trust me when i tell you no sometimes.” she said into the top of my head. making sure i know she’s not mad at me, and that she just wants me to trust her more when she tells me things.

i just nod my head.

“i love you baby, you know that right?” she said in a genuine questioning tone.

when i just nod my head, that wasn’t good enough for her. “i know you’re sleepy, but i need to hear you say it.”

“yes kait, i know you love me. i love you too. so much.” i said to her softly. snuggling further into her chest. her arms wrapped protectively around my waist.

“goodnight angel, i love you so much, get some sleep.” she said as i drifted off asleep, content in her arms.

[b4bybunz]

Just Friends

Satoru Gojo x Reader

2.5k words

Content: public, choking, etc, etc

A/n: hey sistas :3 if u didn’t know im in love with Gojo

“I need you.” were the only words that Gojo needed to hear before he was the assigned designated driver for you and your friends. He cancelled all plans he had and dropped everything to be right where he was at the moment which was in the driver seat of your small girly car.

“I’m surprised you didn’t have any plans tonight out of all nights.” You said as he adjusted the driver's seat to his liking.

“I know, crazy right.” He laughed nervously. He did in fact have plans, plans to host his own New Year’s Eve party, that he quickly cancelled in order to make you, his pretty lady friend, happy.

“Thank you for this Satoru.” You put a hand on his arm, that sent a rush of heat through his body. You noticed the way his veiny arm tensed when you touched him, ‘weird’ you thought.

“It’s not a big deal,” He finishes adjusting the seat then looks at you as your hand still rested on his arm your perfectly manicured nails grazing the vein on his pale skin “You know I’d do anything to make you happy” his voice deepened as his slender blue eyes looked into your big brown ones. The way he looked at you made your breath hitch in your throat, your mind completely blanked.

“Because that's what friends do.” He smiled as his voice returned back to normal.

“...yeah…friends.” You gave him a slight side eye and then you turned to look out the window waiting for your girlfriends.

Satoru always did things like that, things to get you flustered. It wasn’t that he liked you or anything, that's just how he was. A charmer that used his looks and charisma to get what he wanted. What you didn’t know was that he wasn’t like that with everyone, just you.

Your hair was in its natural state. Curls defined perfectly and smelled of coconut and mango. Your skin shined beneath the streetlight that shined through your tinted windshield and your body sat nicely in the black lacy top with matching bottoms. Satoru could not stop staring at you, and you could feel his eyes looking at you as his tongue licked his bottom lip slightly.

“What is it?” You finally give him attention.

“You look really pretty.” He grinned “and you smell good, that's all” His hand rested on his chin as he continued to stare at you.

You tried not to smile at the compliment, instead you rolled your eyes trying to brush off the feeling that was in your stomach. He was just a friend, you couldn’t be feeling whatever you felt in the pit of your stomach for him. You’re just friends you kept repeating in your mind. Finally, your slow ass friends made their way to your car so you could finally get to this NYE party.

During the drive you and your friends talked loudly about random shit, and sang along to the songs on your playlist. All three of you were hyped for this frat party, the only thing Satoru was hyped about was having you on his arm. Even though it wasn’t anything official, he wanted to let everyone know he wanted you. He’s wanted you since he met you, but you made it clear that he was just your friend. Friends don’t feel the way Satoru felt about you and he was convinced you felt the same way he just had to test his theory a little. He was already touchy, but that wasn’t enough. You still called him your friend, so he planned to just be straight up and ask when the time was right.

“Why’re you so quiet, you’re literally never quiet?” You look at him.

“I’m not quiet, am I quiet?” he asks your friends for a second opinion.

“Yes.” they both say.

“It’s scarily quiet,” Your friend Liz says.

“Literally.” Your other friend Stella says

“Fuck you guys, I’ve been talking this whole time. You guys are just loud and don’t listen to what I have to say.” He lies.

“Whatever.” You look him up and down analyzing him.

“Unlike you, staring doesn't bother me.” He teases. “You’re going to get a lot of stares tonight looking as good as you do right now.” He says boldly.

“Oh, shut up.” You push his arm, he tenses up again as he slightly bites his lip.

Your friends watched the whole interaction, they swear they could see hearts in your eyes as you watched the way he bit his lip.

“Get a room you two.” Your friend Stella teases.

“Maybe we will.” Satoru says.

It didn’t sound like a joke.

“Oh look, we’re here.” Satoru fills the silence and parks on a spot in the grass in front of the huge Fraternity.

The music was booming out of the house, as well as the sounds of people having fun, playing games, and celebrating. All of you got out of the car immediately and practically ran to the action. You and your friends saw your other mutual friends screaming in excitement and gushing over each other's outfits.Gojo stayed close behind you, almost guarding you.

“Who’s that?” Your mutual friend raised an eyebrow.

“Her boyfriend.” Liz blurted out.

“No-” you start.

“Yes.” Gojo smirks and immediately wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. There goes that feeling again, the butterflies. Heat rises to your face as you feel his farms tighten and his body press up against you.

“Okay, I see you y/n, popping out for the New year.” your friend teased.

“New Year, New Man!” Stella egged it on.

You just sighed in response. “I need a drink.” you unlatched his arms from around you and walked to the kitchen with him following behind.

You weren’t one to drink, but with the way the night was already starting you needed something. You grabbed a jello shot off of the counter and threw it back like nothing.You felt someone press up behind you that you thought was Gojo, but when the guy spoke you knew it wasn’t. You turned around and the guy trapped you against the counter with his hands pressed on each side of you.

“You look good, Ma.” The random guy said. He was drunk, all you could smell was beer on his hot breath and it made you scrunch your nose.

“Excuse me.” You push him back and he presses up against you more. The house was so crowded Gojo must've got caught in the crowd.

“You’re not going to say thank you?” The guy leaned in more. His hot breath hits your nose directly.

“I will when you back up-” you start before Satoru snatched him off of you.

“Get the fuck off of her, dude.” he pushes the guy onto the ground and the guy looks up at Gojo which towered over almost everyone in the kitchen. You look up at Satoru before he pulls you against him with one hand.

“You okay?” He said in your ear, his voice going deep again. The way he spoke made your legs nearly give out.

“Mhm.” you nod subtly, biting your lip.

That’s when he knew, he got you.

“Come on.” He took your hand and took you to the backyard that was quiet. You didn’t say anything, you just followed him.

He led you all the way to the far side of the backyard, next to a big tree.

“What are we doing out here?” you ask him.

“Talking.” He licks his lips.You feel the butterflies again.

“About?” You notice he’s still holding your hand. He begins playing with your rings as he speaks.

“Us.” Satoru continues looking at your hand. Your breath hitches and he watches how you react.

“You like me, don't you?” He has a big grin on his face.

“N-no, we’re just friends.” You say, he gives you a look that calls out your bullshit.

“I don’t like you like that, Satoru.” You give him a serious look.

“Oh yeah?” he says and you nod “Well why are you still holding my hand?”

“Fuck you.” you snatch your hand away and begin to walk away

“Fuck me.” he says which stops you in your tracks. “I want you.” he adds.

You turn and look at him, those eyes piercing into you. Satoru looks you up and down, his chest heaving. It’s almost like you’re being pulled toward him the way your body gets closer and closer to his.

“Fuck you?” you raise an eyebrow.

“Please.” his eyes plead.

“Hm, no.” You pull him by his wrists and put his hands on your ass. “How about you fuck me.” You bite your lip a little before his lips crash onto yours.

Your hands on his strong biceps as he kisses you deeply making you stumble backwards slightly. The taste of your lips making him moan as he kisses you hungrily, needing to taste all of you. His tongue in your mouth lapping against yours creating a sloppy mess as his hands grip and rub your ass, in one maneuver he turns you around and presses you up against the tree. His knee in between your thighs making your lips pull away from his to release a sweet moan before pulling his lips back onto yours. The way his lips tasted was almost addictive, You needed more, and he gave it to you. Lifting you up by your thighs he wrapped your legs around him as his bulge grinded directly into your heat everytime your lips met each other. The warmth of your pussy made his cock twitch in his pants, he had to stop.

“Wait.” He pulled back breathing hard.

“Don’t stop.” you pulled him back in.

“We’re in public.” he said between kisses.

“No one can see.” You stopped kissing him and looked around.

The backyard was dark, especially nin the corner you both were in.

“Well I know that, but they’ll hear.” He said in your ear.

“I’ll be quiet.” you grin and plant a long kiss on his neck. “Take it out.” you say in his ear and just like an obedient dog that’s what he did.

You looked down and saw the outline of his thick and long dick. The thought of it being inside of you made you salivate. Satoru pulled your lace mesh pants and panties down, only exposing your pussy. His big strong arms held you underneath your legs.

“Ready?” he asked and you nodded.

He gently pushed the throbbing tip of his cock inside your plush gummy walls. Your mouth is agape from the full feeling of just the tip. Satoru himself already felt like he’d cum if he moved even slightly. You felt better than he’d ever imagine you feeling. Both of you just stuck until Satoru pushed his way deeper and deeper through your tight walls until his dick is inside of you fully. You had to widen your legs to let him in deeper, that’s just how thick it was.

“We should hurry before your friends come looking for you.” He tells you, almost giving you a warning on how he’s about to rail your guts. You nod in response feeling like you’d be too loud if you spoke.

The sound your pussy made around him was enough noise for the both of you as he began thrusting slowly. One of your hands held onto a tree branch for support and the other held Satoru close to you. Being quiet wasn’t too bad of a problem until Satoru couldn’t bear being slow and gentle. His dick began pounding into you rapidly making your voice squeak out ever so often. Your big brown eyes looking in his as you bite your lip trying to muffle the whimpers. The impact of his hips making your boobs bounce in and nearly out of the low cut shirt.

“Shhh..shit! You gotta be quiet, baby.” Satoru warned.

“It feels so good” you quietly cry out in his ear.

“Oh fuck, I know.” He chuckles quietly in your ear then puts his lips on yours to try and quiet you before he thrusts harder.

“Mm!” you moaned into his mouth at each thrust. He was deep in your guts to the point you couldn’t think straight. You could feel each vein of his throbbing dick inside you, it was like he was making your body accustomed to him and only him.

“Shhh.” he hushed you, putting a hand on your throat. His hips pounded into you needily, needing to make you cum as quickly as possibly wanting to make you feel good. His whole body felt hot with arousal for you.

“Right there toru~” You hum.

“There?” He slows his thrusts down, hitting that spot directly watching your eyes roll back. He hits that spot with such precision it almost sends you into over shock. At least you were somewhat quiet, the overwhelming pleasure only mustering shuddering breaths as hes grunting in your ear.

“Fuck baby, this pussy is so good.” Satoru’s hand squeezes your throat a little tighter as his hips thrust faster. You moan in response to his praise, your nails digging into his shoulder as you try and hold yourself up. A ring of cream forming around his thick cock as he fucked you good and deep. The only noises coming out of you were strained whimpers from the way his hand squeezed around your throat. You didn’t mind the way he chokes you, as long as his dick kept pounding your guts in.

“Y/n!” Gojo could hear your friends calling for you in the far distance. You looked at Gojo with wide pleading eyes pleading for him to make you cum before you were caught.

“Hold on, okay.” he stopped choking you and pressed your legs against your chest. He began sloppily pounding your poor cervix making you gush around him. Tears formed in your eyes as you tried to hold your moans back but failed. Your pussy dripping from the way he fucked you.

“I’m gonna- fuck.” Your chest heaved as your toes curl.

“Cum on my dick, make a mess on it. Do whatever you need to.” Saturo’s lips kissed your neck as he continued to pound deep bruising your cervix.

“I’m cumming~” You gripped his shirt as your legs shook uncontrollably. A knot forming in your stomach and your back arching up off of the tree.

“Fuck!” Satoru grunted as he pulled out before cumming.

Your pussy was a dripping creamy mess as your legs continued to shake around Satoru’s waist. It clenched around the air , needing Gojo to put it back in. You wanted more, just one more round is all you wanted. You could barely even speak, still in shock from how hard you came.

“Later.” He kisses your forehead and pulls your pants and panties back up. He sets you down before pulling up his own pants and making sure you both don’t look suspicious.

[giveafike]

Hi azzie how are you??? When will you post next xxxx

Hii anon!! Sorry guys, I kinda went AWOL for a bit here, I’ve been somewhat swamped 😭 anon are you British? X hehe, just curious bc of the kisses.

I had a dream where I did a get to know me post and then got SWATTED 😭 would we want a get to know Azzie? I don’t think so, but lmk! Send questions if so (don’t SWAT team me 😭)

Writing Updates: trust, I will have Ben Shelton posts and a Jude blurb coming up eventually! If not this week, then next.

I’ve got a (albeit, belated) Halloween party coming up + a lot of work shifts this week + college starts tmr :( but I’ve got a lot of free time if I push out these assignments so..pray for me.

Azzie Updates + ChitChat: First of all I wanna say: tysm for the love on the works this past week!!!!! :,) you’re all so sweet and kind, I always say I love tumblr so much and it’s only bc of people like you guys liking and reblogging and commenting and sending me feedback that makes it such a sweet, fun, great place!

Second off, question! are any of those crazy amazing Ben Shelton TikTok editors with the freaky ass captions on tumblr? Bc I’ve been scrolling through posts all night, literally cackling at those captions and in awe of their editing skills, they need to proofread my writing drafts, they’re the realest mfs here.

I’ve just checked my inbox for the first time in a few days- YOU 🫵 😧 are FREAKYYYY AS FUCK 🫵😧 … HOLYYY SHIT???? Are we all ovulating..? The amount of NSFW requests you people want me to write, and you guys write it so sweetly too it makes me laugh sooo hard “Azzie hey girl! Love you! can you write a blurb about me and Ben and in public and he’s crazy and-” - TOUCH GRASS OH MYYYY GOD! GIRLS! Hahah kidding I’m just as bad……did you guys see that NSFW Ben Shelton tarot reading from @castingspellsanddaisies ? i am actually….feral?.. I can’t stop reading it … my face is WARM thinking about it; wdymm he’s good at it (duh ofc he is)…. Let me test that out…for research and writing purposes, obviously.

Um, anyways.. I underestimated an assignment of mine and I’ve been grinding on that (literally due in 3 hrs…almost done it tho!), I’ve another one due Wednesday + uni starts back tomorrow and I’ve got to go for attendance, so I’m prob pulling an all-nighter tonight 😵‍💫 im SICK of university and im sick of STEM, i deserve to be living the Morgan Riddle life but Ben Shelton edition. Sorry not sorry!

I’ve also been super badly sick, I passed out at work the other day and I’ve got no appetite whatsoever, I had a fever earlier this week - idk what’s going on w me! Autumn-winter always makes me feel like I’m a Victorian child. I feel wayyyy better than how I did a few days ago, but I’ve trying to take it easy and relax a bit, pls forgive me 😓

maybe tmr after I finish all my pending works I’ll write smut in the library…like a freak 💀😭 we’ll see anyways, good chat, back to my assignment I go 😞

[icarustypicalfall]

morning astethtic?

i don't see people talking often about this astethtic.. im about to change that. <3

i understand some people don't like getting up early. But, darling, the early mornings are litterly superior than any other moments of the day.

I'll tell you why..

most pictures of Pinterest unless indicated so :)

I personally believe that the blue hour is the best time of a day..

(it have been affecting most of my personality and writings lately 🩶)

the blue hour is basically a brief window just before sunrise or after sunset, where the remaining sunlight takes on a mostly blue shade.

picture this, not only getting to witness a Beautiful sunset (mind you every sunrise is different) but also enjoying the calm and quiet weather, the dark blue slowly fading as the daylights creep through the sky. The clouds turning into an orange pinkish mess. The hot drinks while feeling a cold breeze creep against your skin, as you sit on the board of your window and watch the nature follow it's waking up ritual from centuries.

<3

the fog on your window, the cold floor under your feet as you try to not wake anyone, after all, you mastered this art of enjoying the silence on your own.

aren't you greedy for keeping this beauty to yourself, or are you one of the few blessed ones who figured out that we miss life's best moments when we blink an eye?

The soft music playing in your headphones as you sip your drink, thinking about life, love or even simple matters like what to have for lunch? as simple as it is, it'll roll in your mind, over and over in the same cadence.

As you watch the clouds head to the nowhere, the silliest thoughts will haunt you, do they ever meet again, will clouds ever reach you, living in the other side of the planet, or will i watch this bunny shaped cloud by myself and think of you?

I genuinely belive this hour was a gift, having the world for yourself, thinking about anything and everything while watching the other fellow humans be late for this moment, as if late for a shift you'll never get grounded for missing. But, over the years, you'll realize how many shifts you missed, how many opportunities you could have snitched, how many times you could've changed, yet you never did.

As you sit in silence, you can't help but feel this superiority, of knowing, of witnessing something many lived and died ignoring it.

As simple as it is, it's perfect for doing anything on your mind, from writing that one book to doing all of your assignments.

And when i tell you, you'll have plenty of time in your hands, you might even finish crime and punishment in one sitting.

(someone confirm this please)

think about it, was this just an early morning astethtic, or was this a message?

i am sure by now, darling, you realized it's not about missing a sunset, but about missing your lifetime. we all have some ups and downs, we can go to sleep exhausted and miss the sunset, which can be referrer to as a missed opportunity, but, fear not, you still have time, you can change. when you go to sleep tonight, i want you to think about what you read, and when you wake up for the Blue hour, i want you to know I'll be awake too, and I'll keep you company.

Before i go, I'll leave you with two gifts, because gou made it this far and didn't rebelog or like without reading (tysm if you did, but why not reading it hum?)

"Carpe Diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary."

dead poets society

my fav pic i took once :3

[hierneneuro]

i was tagged by @imageofvoid THANK YEWW it's been so long since i've done one of these omg

last song i listened to: Legend of a Girl Child Linda by Donovan (because I am currently listening to the album that that song is on bc im still working through the 1001 albums you must hear before you die, which im not sure i'll even finish before i die with the pace that i'm going at. loving the neo medieval vibes of this album though)

favourite colours: YELLOW!!! color of happiness :DD I also like desaturated and light greens, very rich blues, like navy or royal blue

currently watching: NOTHING........ it's been aaaages since i've watched a show or anime (aside from the eternal brba/bcs rewatch loop. im always watching those shows i think ive seen brba like 10 times now and bcs like 3).. i need enrichment

last movie i watched: le far west (1973) by jacques brel while i was still going through my ~7 week brel obsession. it's an ok movie, definitely falls into the category of unserious cinema but it was supposed to be a commentary on american capitalism

currently reading: de verhalen van frans kellendonk (the stories of frans kellendonk) by.. frans kellendonk. it's good i love kellendonk he's a really good dutch author his short stories always resonate so much with me

sweet/savoury/spicy: SAVOURY!! but then afterwards i always have to have a small sweet treat. i've been trying to get into spicy things because all my friends like spicy food but. it hurt :(

last thing i googled: anaconda. because i needed to install it on my home computer to do coding assignments from home

current obsession: HOCKEY!!!!!!!!!11 pittsburgh penguins specifically. sidney crosby more specifically. i never thought i'd get into sports but i saw a post about crosby and andersson from the flames Getting Into It and i just had to know more.. now here i am. gonna try and find an illegal stream of the pens game tonight!!! it'll be my first hockey game that i watch live..

currently working on: an animation to a little improv keyboard tune that i did... i wanna do like super detailed pixel art of a wasp face up close for one of the scenes but i realised i have no idea what a wasp really looks like so first i'm doing a study of a wasp head in ink because that always helps me understand things much better..

i tag @officialcameronfrye @strawberriesforpigs @voladosdetul (if u guys want!!)

[wygbyrm]

i just did an eight hour grind sesh to finish like two weeks worth of assignments that were all due tonight. now im remembering why im a college dropout i am so fucking dead rn. i don’t even have the brain power left 4 yaoi or anything i just need to smoke weed and curl up in a ball and let the earth reclaim my husk. i think post civil war reconstruction is going to haunt my dreams tonight. im gonna see andrew johnson’s face when i close my eyes, and im gonna punch him in the dick

[orcelito]

Bought a stupid suit thing. Disgustang.

[ecosyncrasy]

Productivity Challenge 2025

Day 13

Today, ending on a bit of a rough note. Been pretty rocky today all around actually-- I think the early morning shifts really fuck up my mental state. I definitely need to try going to bed earlier or something on those days.

Feelings happen. That's okay. If anything I think the new meditation routine is helping me cope with ... giving myself space to be human and actually interact with my feelings so I can let the ones that aren't serving me go. And untangle the irrational. Doesn't always work but we're self-soothing what we can. I am going to make it through the winter and every winter that comes after. I've got so much important stuff to do and see and experience.

It's just really annoying when I'm trying to work in spite of my asshole brain but we're doing it anyway. Only reason I'm documenting this here is because struggle is part of the journey. And I do wish more people that posted about all their big successes online shared the hard parts too. And if posting about my hard days helps someone else -- then that makes it all worth it.

Although kind of telling I suppose that even my journaling is done in service to the possibility of helping someone out there in the void. (Hi!)

Today:

the dreaded early shift was conquered. Made a mistake that got me snapped at but it's fine. it happens.

have my first assignment drafted we're going to try to polish it tonight (this will be the first thing I do tomorrow.

bashing my head against these readings. Got through the interesting parts of the weekly reading, now it's the review of grammar rules and I want to bash my head in. Finished the chapter 10 more pages to go but that's enough for tonight. Im calling it.

[changedname-originals]

Me sharing that essay i wrote combined with a few assignments i got at school recently really got me back into writing so im gonna share the script for a monologue i wrote recently. Please do keep in mind that it is the translated version and that i haven't practiced it yet, so some lines may end up changing a bit while i figure out what works, but it's pretty close to how its gonna end up. Also anything in these brackets () will be directions while anything in these brackets [] will be context.

Hello, hello, hello everyone! Please be welcome and prepare to enjoy my monologue tonight! Be ready to burst with laughter because what I am about to show you is the most hilarious role I have ever played on this stage! George is the dullest man in the world compared to this! [George was the character who i played in my last play and was probably the funniest role i have ever played] If you could please be patient for a moment, then I can do some quick final preparations. (go to the "backstage" and sit down with a sigh) Man, what even is this play, it is the shallowest entertainment there is, makes the audience laugh and that is all it does. Doesn't make them think, doesn't make me think. I am so done with this empty, soulless comedy, my potential is so much higher than this…. But the audience expects another comedy from me, and what if they don't like this? What if I open up my soul and they stomp all over it like this with demands for a comedy and questions of what this nonsense is. Maybe I should just keep it a comedy… No, no I can't handle another soulless thing like that, it has to be something personal this time…. I could start it with a light tone, so they get a little of what they expect, and then show my suffering… But even then I still have to write something and what do I tell the audience…. And even if I do, is that enough? Will that make me happy?…. Maybe I should do something new, be more open about who I am, maybe something with my hair or clothes, maybe even come out…. just something to be more myself. [i recently came out at school during a presentationin what i still think was a really powerfull message but sadly didn't script so can't share and i also recently painted my hair and am planning on making a whole new style change which should be finished well before the play] I can just start by cutting off a small part of this metaphorical mask and gauge what the reactions are and from there I'll see. (take a deep breath in and out and return to the stage) Hey. Thanks for the patience. But I hope you guys have some patience left, because unfortunately I can't perform my monologue tonight. Mr. [teacher's name], I hope you understand this and can give me an extension, because my potential is much higher than this mindless comedy. I hope you are not too disappointed, but if you can forgive this and come to my next play you will see how much deeper my plays can be. I hope you can enjoy the rest of the monologues performed tonight, but for mine you will have to come back another time. Good night.

This time i learned from my mistakes and just translated it using deepl and checked it through to see what parts needed changing instead of wasting hours on translating it manually. Also some parts just don't translate into english that well so i just did my best there. Also i got an english assignment a few days ago where i also wrote a story and it still needs editing, but once i'm done with that i will be posting it here too, so i hope you guys will stay tuned for that. Anyways i hope you guys enjoyed this and have a great rest of your day.

[spockandawe]

Pathetic whininggggg

1) second time in three months i have a multi-day visit with these two specific toddlers. Both times i have learned after arriving they were sick (as is the way of toddlers). Both times, they have immediately steamrolled my innocent, child-free, unprepared immune system (as is the way of toddlers). In july, I was flattened for a week and had a gross cough for a literal month. If this happens again, with my brother's wedding around the corner, I am going to SCREAM.

(i also need to find a way to politely tell their parents that pls, im dying, you can't keep doing this to me)

2) end of the week is end of the fiscal year! Tuesday begins vacation time relating to my brother's wedding! I have so many deadlines, which were rough as hell even before i started wasting all my energy SNIFFLING, but now I'm moving slower than ever and the deadlines are getting real spicy

3) I get a reduced buff from creative work that is assignments and not just Personal Whims. And... it's been all assignments lately, at a slower pace than usual. I know that getting frantic and anxious over how long it's been since I posted anything exciting is silly and unproductive, but it's still HAPPENING. And the real metric of concern is the frequency with which I make things, and i finished the blanket and second guest book a while before i shared them.

I know that realistically, what I need to do right now is hurl myself into a project or three to restore my mental equilibrium, but even in the most, MOST optimistic case, I won't be able to start until tonight, and I really OUGHT to wait until Thursday/Friday. I think that if i stick to my strengths, i have time for some good work before the wedding runs me over, but part of this includes boring work to prepare notecards for the first guestbook, which.... bluhhhh. And of course house things are ramping up overall anxiety levels and i need a repetitive craft to self-soothe. This is killing me. I can recognize this flavor of seething dissatisfaction, but external pressures and stupid health shit are stopping me from applying corrective measures. If I can lean into deadline anxiety with my meetings today, that might help me accelerate towards breathing room, but... ugh.

[bonesandthebees]

okay so like i was gonna just start on this tonight and get the general ideas down and finish this when i was Awake and Functioning but then i started rambling so uhhh jazz handss

take me describing the diff energies ur fics give off, i am sorry if this is uncomprehensible fjwaewf (is that even a word?? incomprehensible? ye-)

through a glass divine: DEFFFF rainy day vibes, the au feels very Elegant to me even though glass!wilbur himself is very much not, when I read glass I get the same vibes as being in a car /pos, it's comforting but can get intense at times, sometimes with no warning. like one minute your head is against the glass (heh, pun unintended lol), and ur looking out at the streetlamps, the next the breaks are SLAMMED and u get whacked against the seatbelt lmfaoooo (this is all /pos !! i love the angst lol)

world forgetting: FOGGG, that's the first thought that pops into my head, things are unclear first and it's a little eerie but there's also something comforting about it (i will use this word a lot bc . well ur writing is comforting hehehe), the first half of wf was very exciting, it reminded me of when i used to have my mcu marathons, edge of my seat, shoving popcorn into my face, and just glee, the first few chapters with wf especially with the combat made me so fucking giddy lmfaooo i had so much fun reading it, the second half was a lot more calm and melancholy, it was defff sitting on the couch while it rains outside vibes, like MM the hurt comfort?? give me a blanket and a pillow to squeeze bc hot damnn

stars and their children: stars man . hooweeee, this fic was binging a 12 season show vibes, you invest a lot into it and wow the emotional damage?? for real. this fic was late night rants at sleepovers, theorizing n coming up with silly conspiracy theories (i think this was when i really started reading the asks, so for me it has a lot of those vibes tied to it), when i read stars… i feel a lot of Awe. it feels big, it feels important, it also feels like im reading a very fancy novel from a very big library, like i feel like i've stepped into a massive multi-tiered library and plucked my favourite book from its shelf, i can imagine the hardcover being absolutely gorgeous, it gives me the same vibes as getting assigned a book to read in class and having your mind blown /pos from it, like "damn i understand why they make us read this bc wow"

(fun fact i have ur ao3 page bookmarked on my toolbar lmaoooo)

honey and tangerines: well . this one just gives me island and coastal vibes lolll u described them very well, but okay from a reading perspective? besides indie movie lmao. i'd say… hanging out with a friend you haven't seen in a while. it's familiar, it's bittersweet, it's thrilling. honey and tangerines gives me the vibes of doing something youve been wanting to for awhile but were always too scared to. pushing your boundaries. it's all those classic "finally living life vibes", staying out till 3 am, finally getting around to decorating your room, going on a roadtrip. when i read honey and tangerines, it feels like i'm experiencing life. all the prev fics either feel like novels or movies, but hats feels like life

what the water gave me: ngl when i read this i just feel such pure emotion that i cry like idek how to explain it man. it's so all encompassing /pos it does give me staying up late in my room with fairy lights vibes though, dunno why. just gives off that same warm energy

A DUSTY TOMB OMGGOJEAWE i need to reread that anyways

a dusty tomb: straight off the bat, playing dnd. dnd is so much fun and i have so many happy memories from it and a dusty tomb defff gives off those vibes, chaos, freeing, family. it also gives off the vibe of finding a piece of old writing in a buried notebook and reading it and going "wtf?? when did i write this this is amazing" maybe that's just bc it feels like u read my mind writing it lmao it's perfect i adore it so much and i have reread it an unholy amount of times, i just get the vibes of sitting criss cross on the floor and reading it, it's not necessarily a comfy position but it's enjoyable nonetheless, just a happy moment for oneself, it feels like giving yourself a treat, self care, all of that good stufff

no time confounds me: def feels like watching a tv show /pos, it def feels like smth i'd put on w my stepmom or my birth mom and just absolutely fucking Vibe to it bro, that fic is suchhh a vibe, i'd sink into my couch and get HOOKED, it also ofc brings w it all the vibes of just where i live LMAO, and the motorcycling reminds me of my dad <333 i miss motorcycling with him dawggg it's so much fun, but yeahhh. all the vibes described in the fic just make me want to go out for a hike in a forest lmao, i love it. also hot chocolate. this fic is defff drinking hot chocolate vibes

nocturnal animals: ooohh this one is defff late night vibes, working late on hw and looking out ur window and just taking a moment to appreciate the stars n stuff, also windy day vibes, this def feels like a novel my friend would shove at me to read and i'd be like "brooo i dont even LIKE vampires" and theyd be like "no bro just trust me" and then i'd be really bored one day so i'd pick it up and then get addicted . and then in this hypothetical series that has like a billion books i'd go to the library and borrow them all and binge them in a week lmfao, i love this fic sm ngl, i would proudly display this fic on my bookshelf (well i mean, i would literally display all of ur fics on my bookshelf KING i would have a shelf dedicated to ur fics 100%)

okay… i think those are all the main fics, there're a couple more that i've read but i am . getting really really reallyyy tired and idek if any of this is comphrensible lmfaooo 😭 😭 😭

i hope u enjoyed bee <333 tldr: i love ur writing and i have core memories attached to all of these fics and they are all special to me in their own way <33

ohhhh these are so cool to read icy (sorry it took me so long to respond I've been so busy lately)

lmao love all the drama in glass being compared to a car braking super suddenly. rainy car drives is definitely not the vibe I think it has in my head but that's super sweet to imagine :)

comparing stars to a Big Fancy Book makes me so happy thank you so much. I have this absolutely gorgeous fancy version of Dune with a stunning cover and I always imagine something kind of similar as the 'cover' for stars in my head so i love that you imagine that too

in contrast you and i feel the exact same about honey and tangerines. it's definitely that kind of bittersweet reconciling friendship vibe. saying it feels like life means so much thank you <33 thats exactly what I was going for

to me what the water gave me feels like swimming in a warm tropical ocean at night which might be a bit on the nose but yeah that's what I think of. but fairy lights in a room sounds so nice I love that

awww I love that idea for dusty tomb. just rereading something nostalgic and wonderful and feeling so comforted by it. that makes me smile a lot to imagine :)

hot chocolate and watching a tv show YEAHHHH you get it that's exactly what i was going for from no time confounds me. also that's so funny that you mention motorcycling with your dad bc that's where my descriptions of riding motorcycles comes from. my dad always used to pick me up from school on his motorcycle when I was a little kid, it was so much fun

oooo windy day for nocturnal animals is interesting but I love it. also god you saying it feels like a series with dozens of books reminds me of this vampire series i read in middle school that had like 10 books it's absolutely nothing like nocturnal animals but now I'm having a nostalgia trip thinking about it lol

thank you icy this was so sweet to read :)

[thebigshotman]

Hello everyone! It’s been a few days, and considering my big post about finals a while ago I’m sure you guys know why. Despite my finals I’ve been able to maintain a somewhat steady presence on here, though. Unfortunately, for this final week that’s going to have to change.

I realized last night that I am WAY behind on my last two projects-my screenplay only has a handful of pages done and I haven’t even started my Philosophy paper (at least that one’s not due til the end of the week). This is no one on here’s fault, nor do I regret trying to be here when I can. But for the sake of getting everything done and done well in a timely manner, this is me going completely offline until I am done with my assignments. I may pop on for an ask there and an IM here, but unless that’s happening I’ll be completely offline while I finish up the semester.

I do spy a couple of times this week that I could come back here briefly, but my work is going to come first. If I feel I’m in a good spot then I’ll be back for a little while, if not then I’ll stay offline. Please be patient with me while I finish my assignments and the current college semester; afterwards Christmas events will begin in earnest! I’m excited that I can actually do Christmas stuff with this guy this year lol 🎄

That’s all I have time to say tonight, I have work early in the morning…again 😮‍💨 It is the holidays after all. I hope you all have a good week while I’m gone; the Christmas stuff will be all the more exciting when I do come back after all of this, I think! See you all soon!