#it needs to understand why and how something happens or it will drive him crazy

[fatkish]

Alpha Muzan x Omega Reader

Muzan is no stranger to eating omegas

He’s come across plenty of them and they’ve always smelled delicious

But you were different

Back in the Heian era, it was a popular belief that true mates existed

When you find your true mate, you’re supposedly overcome with an intense desire to be close to them. Never wanting to leave their side

Alphas will feel an immediate urge to protect their true mate and a sense of responsibility for their maté’s wellbeing

An omega will feel an immediate attraction and a sense of comfort

When Muzan caught the scent of a particularly enticing omega, he followed the scent

When his eyes met yours he felt a spark inside of him

He never believed in true mates, but since he couldn’t bring himself to devour you he decided to kidnap you instead

He brought you to the infinity castle and made sure to keep you close to him as well as order his demons not to harm you

He had no idea what he was going to do with you but your constant whines and whimpers were driving him crazy with a sense to protect and provide for you

In order to shut you up he left the castle and gathered a bunch of necessities for an omega

He brought you plenty of nesting materials for you to build a nest with as well as food

When he’s working, if you ask him to cuddle with you, he’ll say no but after a bit of your pleads and whines, he’ll relent

He’ll crawl into your nest and let you snuggle up to him

Sometimes when you’re snuggling with him he’ll bring a book and read to you

He doesn’t know why but having you close to him brings him a sense of peace

He eventually realized that the infinity castle was not a good place for you

He made Kokushibo find a small secluded house that you could comfortably live in

Muzan brought you there and made sure that any demon who came near the house would immediately recognize his scent and would leave you alone

Muzan made a small office/study for himself to work in so that he wouldn’t have to leave as often

You started a garden outside and made sure to stay within earshot of Muzan, since he gets grumpy when he can’t see you

Your garden contains lots of vegetables and herbs and there are also some fruit trees in the surrounding forest

You mostly live off the land, you have a small chicken coop and you fish in the river nearby

If there are things that you need that you can’t grow or forage yourself then Muzan will get them for you

Muzan has taught you many things such as how to make medicine from plants and plant identification

His office has a bunch of books that you’ll read. You like to collect flowers and put them in a vase in his office

When he has to leave for a bit he makes sure that either Kokushibo or Akaza are nearby to assist you should something happen

Muzan is paranoid that the demon slayers will find you and take you away

Despite his cruel and selfish personality, he grows a soft spot for you and he is whipped for you

While he travels he’ll find things that he thinks you’ll like and gets them for you as gifts

He enjoys spoiling you, he’ll buy fancy kimonos for you, expensive hairpins, etc.

Despite his gifts which you deeply appreciate and treasure, you always tell him that he’s the best gift you could ever receive

When you ask him about his work or question his studies he’ll carefully explain them to you so that you can understand

Sometimes you’ll just sit in a chair and watch him work. He’s asked you why you do this and you always tell him that you’re fascinated by what he’s doing

He’s very protective of you. Whenever you’re cooking and handling a knife, he watches you closely, making sure you don’t hurt yourself

Sometimes at night when you both are cuddling in your nest, he’ll lay his head on your chest and let you run your fingers through his hair

Sometimes he’ll let you brush his hair. He even grows his hair long so that you have plenty to play with

He does plan on turning you into a demon but he just doesn’t know when he’s going to

He first wants to conquer the sun, then he’ll turn you into a demon who can also withstand the sun

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You tap the red record button on your phone with your manicured finger, feeling your heart race with excitement as you position yourself provocatively; legs spread wide, tiny micro skirt hiked up on your hips. The sight of your glistening pussy turning you on even more as you grab for your vibrator.

The shiny heart shaped plug that has already been inserted into your tight puckered hole glints off the ring light sitting directly in front of you. Everything you’re capturing on your phone is being mirrored onto your big tv that hangs just above your wooden antique dresser. You loved watching yourself get off, maybe it was slightly narcissistic but you didn’t give a fuck.

At this point you had been doing only fans for a month and a half, ever since your mom decided she was leaving your step dad to go do some ‘self discovery’ in Europe with her new Bo; who she cheated on said step dad with, and since he was allowing you to continue to live in his house rent free, you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him for much else; thus leaving you to sign up to the porn sharing sight. It was a great source of income and not to mention the slight ego boost it caused from witnessing so many men and women fawn over you.

You’d start the process of getting yourself, the tripods and lighting ready once your step dad left to his evening country club visit, playing golf with his buddies was his way of “blowing off steam” as he had put it.

You’d wanted to tell him there were other ways of doing that, but Rafe had always intimidated you. It was a hot intimidation, the type that made your panties wet and had you finger fucking yourself to orgasm on late nights when the days memories of him would quickly flint through your mind.

Just like now, fucking yourself with your vibrating dildo as you think about your step dad. It never fails to get you off in minutes, it was your newest hyper fixation. The amount of step dad porn in your search history was embarrassing, you’d take it to the grave. I mean how screwed up are you to picture yourself naked and stuck in a washing machine or under a bed like all the lame ass troupes porn usually uses? But god if you didn’t pray to be stuck in a compromising position when he just so happened to get home.

“Lo, how many fuckin’ times have I told you to stop taking m— oh shit!” Rafe’s voice quickly cuts through the fantasy you were building up in your head.

“Oh fuck!” You squeak, throwing your dildo under your covers, as if that needed to be hidden more than your throbbing clit and dripping pussy that was being displayed in 4k on the big screen in front of you.

You quickly snap your legs shut, a loud slap echoing throughout the now, too quiet room.

Rafe is still standing there, in shock as he takes in the whole scene. Forget everything you said before, the compromising position shit was a total lie because right now you just want the floor to open up and swallow you whole.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Your step dad’s stern voice almost causes a whimper to slip past your lips, but not out of fear. It’s that fucking voice he uses when he’s trying to discipline you and it drives you crazy; the tone, the deep rasp. It made your body shutter and caused a bone tingling chill to crawl up your spine.

“I’m um, I’m not- I’m.” You fumble with your words as you try to think of an easy excuse, but nothing comes to mind that could explain what it looked like, the only choice you had was to tell the truth.

“I um, I’m filming something.” You manage to get the words out but it’s not exactly what you wanted to say, you’re not even sure what you wanted to say or how to word it in a way he’d understand.

“Yeah lo, no shit. I can see you’re filming! My question is why the fuck are you filming with your god damn legs open? Why are you playing with yourself in front of your camera, huh? You sendin’ this shit to one of your little boyfriends?” The use of your childhood nickname causes you to cringe, it’s a stupid fucking nickname your mom had called you since before you could talk, you were her lotus flower. Thankfully she had the good sense to shorten it to lo, that was probably one of the only solids she’s ever done for you.

“I don’t have a boyfriend rafe, I’m filming it for my only fans, okay?” The tone of your voice is frail and pathetic, you can’t even meet his eyes. You’re so embarrassed yet so turned on and you’re trying your best to keep it together but he’s not making it easy. His white button up hugs at his muscles deliciously and most of them are undone to just below his chest, the gold necklace you picked out for him sits between his pecs and the blue slacks and black belt he has on work perfectly together. But as you continue to observe your step dad you can’t take your eyes off the very obvious bulge in his pants. Oh god, you were gonna do something stupid, you felt the impulsive urge to throw yourself at him. I mean, he clearly enjoyed what he was seeing, so why not?

“Only fans? Jesus lo, you have a fuckin only fans? Since when?” His brows are furrowed and he’s licking at his bottom lip as he awaits your answer.

“Just for a few weeks.” You say, doing your best to justify the whole situation. You stand up onto your feet that are adorned with white knee high socks, your skirt did absolutely nothing to cover your pussy or ass, and the skimpy see through shirt that is tied together like a slutty school girl uniform shows off much more than it covers.

You move closer to him, still keeping a safe distance but his boner has given you a new confidence to poke fun at him a bit.

“Fuck. You need to stay over there, alright?” His jaw clenches and his hands tighten into fists at his sides as if he’s trying his best to keep them to himself.

“Why? You don’t want help with that big problem in your pants?” You know you’re pushing boundaries now, but you’re a fucking brat, so what?

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Is all he manages to get out before his jaw clenches again, even tighter.

“Says who?” You whisper, untying your top and letting it slip off your shoulders , before pooling around your feet.

“Your fuckin’ mom, for one.” He huffs, like he knows it’s not a good enough reason, considering she cheated on him and then left the country.

“Your wife who fucked some other guy and then ran off?” You know your words are blunt and the wound is still fresh, but if he wanted to use you to get back at her, you’d let him. Whatever it took to finally get what you’ve been feening for. His cock.

“Careful lo, you don’t know what you’re getting your little ass into.” He chuckles and the sound goes straight to your cunt. It’s so deep and dangerous, thrill shoots through your body.

“I’m not little and I’m not a kid. I’m a grown woman and I know exactly what I want.” You unzip the side of the skirt and toss it somewhere to be dealt with later, leaving you fully bare for your step dad.

“And what do you want?” He asks huskily, looking down at you as you invade his space.

“You.” Is all you have to say before he’s moving forward, quickly breaking the gap he’d set and smashing his lips into yours in a rough and desperate manner. He grabs the backs of your thighs and hauls you up, without a second thought you wrap your legs around his waist. One of his hands finds a home on your exposed ass, and before you can even process that you’re in Rafe’s arms, kissing him and being groped on; he brings his palm down, roughly smacking the sensitive skin and making it jiggle in his palm. You moan at the contact and begin eagerly canting your hips against his hard bulge, desperately trying to find some kind of friction.

“Rubbin’ your little cunt on me like a bitch in heat?” He teases, but the words do nothing to help how fucking horny you are.

“I’m sorry, just want you so bad.” You whine as he begins walking you over towards your bed before roughly tossing you back down onto your fluffy white duvet, his movements are just as quick and eager, as he settles between your spread thighs.

His lips taste like coconut and the cigars he smokes on occasion, it’s fucking intoxicating. At this point you can’t help the whimpers and whines that drip from your lips.

“How long, hm? How long have you wanted this?” He asks, his tone is now serious and his eyes are intense and almost vulnerable, which surprises the shit out of you.

“I think I’ve wanted this since the day I met you.” You confess, and you remember that day clearly. It was only three years ago but you had just graduated high school and your mom had invited him over for dinner. You thought he was cute, but didn’t think much of it until he began coming around more often than not.

“Fuck, all this time I could’ve had you?” He sounds disappointed, and you guess in a way it makes sense considering the wasted time he’d spent with your mom.

“You can have me now.” You whisper before running your tongue over his opened lips, licking him like a playful puppy.

“I am, and I’m gonna tear this little pussy open.” He growls into your ear before he begins sucking bruises into your neck, the moans you let loose are ravenous, almost feral.

He makes haste at removing his belt and slacks, letting them pool over his shoes before kicking them all off into a pile on your floor.

He slaps the tip of his cock against your needy clit with a sigh of relief.

“Next time I’m gonna have you on your knees gagging on this cock, but right now I need to fuck this pretty little hole.” He makes show of slapping his tip against your opening and then slipping it in. He stays like that for awhile, going no further then the end of his mushroom shaped tip, and you’re about to scream from the teasing, but before you can scold him he gives you one brutal thrust, making him instantly bottom out to the hilt.

“Oh fuck.” You groan as your eyes roll back.

“Mmm, that’s it. Take this fuckin dick.” He huffs as his gaze continues to stay locked on yours. His hands are everywhere, he’s completely filling all your senses and you still can’t get enough.

“Just a desperate little thing for your step daddy, aren’t you?” He grits through clenched teeth as his thrusts speed up, he then grabs the backs of your thighs and pushes your knees to meet your shoulders.

“Holy shit, that’s so deep!” You sob from how spread out he has you and how perfectly he’s hitting that sweet spot.

“Yeah, I am fucking deep, can see that shit poking through your stomach. Fuck.” His hand leaves your thigh to rub at the bulge in your lower belly, then he begins slightly pushing down as his thrusts grow more wild and relentless. “Pussy’s so fucking tight and wet for me, baby. Mmm, so perfect.”

The pressure on your lower stomach has your toes curling in your socks, you can feel the orgasm on the horizon and a strange build up of fluid can be heard each time your step dad thrusts into you. You feel as if you might pee yourself, it’s a feeling you’ve never experienced and holy fuck…

“Oh fuck yeah!” Rafe groans when a splash of liquid hits the base of his cock and splashes up towards his abs, “damn, that’s fucking sexy. Did you know you can squirt?” His lips are now hovering over yours and there’s a satisfaction and cockiness in his eyes.

“No, I didn’t. I um, I’m sorry.” He lifts his head from the kisses he was placing on your jaw and when you meet his gaze, the look on his face is serious, almost scary.

“Don’t apologize, Lo. I love when I can make a woman squirt. It’s fucking beautiful.” He looks down examining the mess you made before he’s picking his thrusts back up, slamming into you so roughly you begin unintentionally running away from him, being scooted up towards the headboard with every animalistic buck of his hips.

The moans he lets out while he pumps you full of his come, causes you to clench around him, milking him of every drop.

“Fuck that was…wow.” He huffs, before dropping down onto your body in exhaustion. He’s sweaty, and his body is like a furnace but you welcome the feeling of him practically crushing you.

“How was that for you?” He asks gently, his fingers holding your chin in a stern grip.

“The best I’ve ever had, honestly.” You don’t miss the flicker of possessiveness that leaves just as fast as it appeared.

“Alright,” he sighs with a slap to your thigh. “I’m gonna clean this shit up and put your little equipment away. You go to my room and start the bath, get the jets running and I’ll meet you in there.” His demand has you scrambling to your feet to obey, although your legs are still shaky and there’s a limp in your walk, which causes Rafe to smirk that cocky fucking smirk.

He pulls you back by your arm before you’re able to make it out into the hall.

“I’m letting you know now, that since I’ve had a taste I’m not fucking letting you go. Hope you’re not too sore, cause I’m not done.”

a/n: thank you to my baby @xxbimbobunnyxx for encouraging me to write for Rafe. I was so nervous to write for someone new, but this was so fun! <3

[wanders-in-wonderland]

Lover Boy

Trying something very new with writing from the male character’s perspective! Let me know what y’all think and if you’d like this reimagined from another perspective!

When I saw them together, I saw red. She made a mistake breaking up with me. And she certainly made the wrong decision to let herself get involved with him. I was pissed when I’d heard he’d asked her out and furious to hear that she’d agreed.

He doesn’t deserve her. He can’t treat her right, he can’t take care of her the way she needs. She needs me. She’s mine and it’s time to remind them both of that.

It wasn’t hard to figure out their date night plans. Not at all difficult to follow her car to their dinner reservation (what kind of man lets the woman drive them to a date). Not a challenge to slip into her car while it was parked outside the restaurant (she never asked for her spare key back). Drugging them was easy, a quick syringe to the neck and they were both out cold before they could understand what happened. I put him in the trunk, tied up nice and secure (and very uncomfortably). Her I move to the passenger seat. I buckled her in, kissed her forehead, and made sure her head was resting just right so her neck wouldn’t cramp during our drive. In an hour, we were in a cabin, deep in the woods, with no one else around to hear the noise that tonight’s events would bring.

I moved her into the house first. Gently, lovingly, carefully. I took my time pulling off each article of clothing. She’d worn the red dress I love and it made me fume that she wore it for another man. But there’s time later to let my anger loose. For now, I tied her down to the bed (our bed). Prop her upper body up so she’s comfortable. Used the softest silk ropes I could find because she deserves the best. I stare down at her beautiful form, running my fingers down her body.

“Soon, you’ll understand that you’re mine again,” I promised.

Next is his turn. I dragged him into the house. Dumped him onto a chair, cut off his clothes, and strapped him down. He gets duct tape and zip ties. Positioned him just right so he gets to see all of her splayed out on the bed.

And now, I wait.

-

She woke up first. I knew she was waking up when her eyebrows got the little crease in between them and she scrunched her nose. That’s how she always wakes up. I watch her eyes slowly blink open, watch her try and move to no avail, watch as panic takes over her mind and fear makes her struggle.

“No honey, don’t struggle, I’d hate to see you hurt yourself.”

Her eyes dart to mine and I can tell she’s pissed.

“What the fuck! What the hell is going on? Why the fuck am I tied up and naked?”

She hadn’t noticed him yet. Good, because all her attention should be in me, like always.

I walk to her and sit at the edge of the bed, running my fingers along her face. She jerks her head away from me but I grab her chin and lean in close.

“I’m reminding you who you belong to. And correcting your behavior,” I say to her before slamming my lips against hers. She tastes just the way I remember and she reacts the way she always did, parting her lips and letting me dominate her mouth.

I groan softly against her and I feel her whimper into my mouth. I pull back and I feel a rush of possession when she instinctively tries to follow me. Her eyes are glazed and I can tell I’m getting to her.

I press my forehead against hers. “You are fucking mine. But clearly you forgot that at some point and now it’s my job to remind you. And teach him a lesson too while I’m here.”

I see the confusion on her face and step back so she can get a good eyeful of her date, naked and strapped to the chair.

She gasps, “What the actual fuck? You’re crazy, that’s why I broke up with you!”

I laugh as I step back towards her date. “You love my crazy, don’t try and deny that.”

She shakes her head, pulling harder at her restraints. I grin at her, “I think it’s about time we wake up your lover boy before he misses the show.”

There’s a glass of water on the side table. I snatch it and unceremoniously splash it over her date’s head. He wakes up with a gasp.

“What the fuck?! Who the fuck are you? Untie me, you fucking asshole!” He’s loud as he struggles in his chair.

I take enormous pleasure in sending a sharp backhand across his face. I hear her gasp and shout at me to stop. He continues to yell so I slap him again.

He’s pulling hard against the chair and I’m sure the duct tape hurts but I had that chair reinforced and bolted down in preparation for this.

“Shut the fuck up,” I direct the order to him but I hear her quiet behind me too. Good girl, she’s always been so good at following my orders.

I turn towards her and smile, “Honey, do you want to explain to our guest of honor who I am?”

She stares at me, shock painted across her face. Her head shakes a little and she opens and closes her mouth at a loss for words. I smirk and turn to lover boy.

“I’ll make this simple for you. She’s mine. You infringed upon my property and this is the consequence. Now she got it in her head that she’s better off without me so I’m here to correct that. And you are here because you had the gall to think that you had a chance with her. Tonight is a night of righting wrongs.”

Lover boy starts yelling again, cursing and threatening. I pick up the roll of duct tape and rip off a sizable piece that I slap over his mouth. Right now, it’s his turn to be a spectator and spectators don’t talk.

I turn to her.

“Fuck, I missed you, darling.” I brush my fingers along her cheek and she flinches away from me.

“Now now, don’t embarrass me in front of company,” I chide as my fingers run down her body.

I hear her mewl softly as my fingers meet her core. She’s fucking dripping and I laugh softly into her ear. “You’re mine, aren’t you? No one else can make you so fucking wet like this. No one else can touch you like this and make you feel this good.”

I punctuate the end of my sentence with a sharp pinch of her clit and she cries out, arching into me.

“Fuck, please, ah, right there.” Her voice is breathy and it makes my cock throb. My fingers work her pussy effortlessly, applying just the right amount of pressure against her clit while I slide a finger into her. Her pussy clenches around me and I groan.

“I know for a fact your worthless lover boy could never make you feel this good,” I croon, sparing a derisive look towards him.

His face is red and furious as he makes muffled threats from behind the duct tape across his lips. My fingers don’t let up on her and I can hear her moans and whines over him.

I glance at his lap and I laugh. He’s rock hard. “You fucking piece of shit. Who gave you permission to get hard over my girl huh? You like how she looks like this, tied up and at my mercy? You think you could make her sound like this?”

I slam my fingers into her, the sound of her dripping cunt creating a symphony with her cry of pleasure. His cock bobs between his legs and I watch his hips thrust up almost imperceptibly.

I turn my attention back to her. “You see that, darling? He’s fucking aching for you right now. But he can’t fucking have you.”

I can tell by the way she’s writhing against me that she’s close. “Come on baby girl, I know you’re so close, cum for me. Scream for me so he knows how fucking good I make you feel.”

I slide my lips against her neck and my fingers work faster. Without any warning, I sink my teeth into the sensitive skin of her neck and she wails. Her pussy clenches around my fingers and her hips are trembling but I don’t stop.

“That’s it, good girl, just like that.” I work her through her orgasm until she’s gasping and shaking against me. Only then do I pull my hand away from her pussy. Her body is completely limp, her eyes hooded as she stares at me. I stand up off the bed and turn to see how lover boy is faring.

He’s breathing hard, his eyes filled with a combination of anger and lust. I know he wishes it were him touching her, making her scream. I grin at him and walk over. My fingers are still coated in her juices when I smear them across his face, making sure that he smells her.

He lunges at me ineffectively and I let out a deep laugh. It feels so fucking good to show him his place.

“She smells good huh? Bet you wish you could taste her. But you and I both know you will never be able to.”

“Stop, you made your point!” Her voice pulls me from my gloating. “Please, honey, I’m yours. I’ve always been yours, can we just be done with this?”

“Oh no darling girl, we’ve got a lot more ahead of us tonight,” I laugh as I slide back into the bed with her. “You see tonight is the time for me to make sure you understand how serious I am about us. And how completely you belong to me. I need to be sure you are never going to forget that.”

I kiss down her body until I’m face to face with her dripping cunt.

“Oh I missed this,” I purr softly, blowing gently against her pretty pussy. Her hips buck up and she lets out an almost silent whimper.

I don’t wait any longer and dive in, my tongue running up and down her dripping slit. I moan against her cunt, relishing in the taste of her.

I know her body better than she does and it doesn’t take long for me to drive her to the brink of insanity, pulling orgasm after orgasm from her trembling body.

“Please, I can’t, it’s too much!” Her voice is breathless as she trembles against me. I look up at her, taking in the way her tears glisten along her cheeks. This is my favorite image of her, ruined and raw, all because of me.

I smile and press a chaste kiss against her pretty pussy and sit up. “Only because you asked so nicely,” I drawl before capturing her lips in a kiss, letting her taste herself on me.

She moans into my lips and I pull away briefly, “I’m going to untie you so be a good girl for me.”

She nods. I know she’ll be good. My fingers are quick to pull apart the knots and I gently massage her extremities as I release her. I help her sit upright and I catch her staring at lover boy. His body is trembling from how hard he’s pulling at his restraints and his cock hasn’t flagged all night.

I smirk at her. “I want you to ride him.”

Her wide eyes meet mine, “What?!”

“You heard me. You went out with him for a reason, you clearly thought he was fuckable so now’s your chance.”

She’s unmoving on the bed, still in shock while I stand and walk towards him. I grab the piece of tape covering his mouth and rip it off.

“Your turn to shine, lover boy. Do you want to fuck my girl?”

“Fuck off!” His voice is hoarse but I catch the waver in his tone. I smirk, “Don’t lie to me, I know your cock’s been rock hard this whole night. So fuck her and make her cum.”

I turn to her now, “Ride him, darling. Get what you want from him because you’re not going to get another chance after tonight.”

I grab her hand and pull her up off the bed to her feet. Her legs are shaky as I lead her to him. I turn her around so her ass is pressed up against his cock.

He groans and leans his head back against the chair.

“That’s it darling, you feel his cock against your pretty pussy?” I hold her hands to keep her balanced.

“Go ahead, sit your tight cunt onto his cock for me.”

She looks at me, eyes uncertain. I smile and nod.

I watch my girl sink down on his cock. Her back arches and she lets out a small moan that makes me laugh.

“Does that feel good? Does his cock fill you up?”

She whines out a yes as her hips start to gyrate against him. He lets out a guttural groan, “Fuck you’re so tight.”

I laugh, “Ride him, darling. Make yourself feel good.”

She does exactly as she’s told. I watch as she moves herself up and down, the movement making her pretty tits bounce. I sit back against the bed and stroke myself softly, watching my girl fuck herself using her pathetic date.

Moans are spilling out of both of their mouths as she keeps moving her body in just the right ways.

“Does he feel good inside of you, darling?”

She whimpers in response, “Ah fuck, yes!”

“Yeah? You wanna make yourself cum using his cock? Greedy little thing huh, you just came your brains out and you want more?” I taunt her as I stroke myself up and down, watching the scene unfold.

“Yes! Please, I want to cum again!” Her voice is desperate as her body moves faster up and down.

I hear lover boy let out a deep groan and I smirk. “Keep going pretty girl, make yourself cum on him.”

His groans change in pitch. “Fuck no, wait, ah!” My smirk widens when I hear his voice crack and his eyes close. “Fuck wait, I’m cumming!”

I can’t contain the deep, scornful laugh that erupts out of my chest. Pathetic lover boy couldn’t even last long enough to make my girl feel good.

I watch with glee as my girl whimpers softly and slows her movements. Her eyes meet mine and I can see the wanton lust and need written all over her face.

He lets out a pathetic groan and I meet his eyes, seeing the pitiful humiliation on his face.

“You worthless dick, you couldn’t even last long enough to make my girl cum.” My voice is filled with derision.

I stand and beckon to my girl, “Come here.”

She’s quick to obey, pulling off of him swiftly. I pull her body close to mine and slip my fingers down to her dripping pussy. I gather the messy mix of his cum and her wetness onto my fingers and smear them across his chest and face. “Pathetic piece of shit,” I sneer.

“Get on the bed, on your hands and knees and face him, darling.” My girl does exactly as she’s told, arching her back and watching as I circle around to behind her.

I line myself up against her cunt and slam my cock home. She screams.

I don’t give her time to adjust to my cock splitting her open. My movements are harsh and punishing. I’m showing her who she belongs to, proving to him that only I can make her feel this good.

“You’re a worthless, disgraceful piece of shit. Didn’t even last long enough to make my girl cum.”

I bully my cock into her over and over again, hearing her voice shake with pleasure in a way that she definitely didn’t do with him.

I can feel the way her pussy clenches around me rhythmically and I know she’s close. I lean down and whisper to her, “I want you to look at him while you cum all over my cock. Make sure he knows how good I make you feel.”

She’s delirious with pleasure but I know she’ll do as I say. I laugh as I see him struggle against the chair, his face red with humiliation and anger.

“Cum for me, darling. Scream for me.” My thrusts get deeper, harder, faster and her body follows my instructions effortlessly. Her cunt clenches around me and her orgasm rips through her body. I laugh again, feeling her pussy squirt her pleasure, relishing in her rapture.

I fuck her through her orgasm and I feel my own building. But I want one more out of her. I slide a hand down to her clit and begin to mercilessly work her body. She gasps, shaking against me and I don’t give her a chance to recover.

It doesn’t take long before her cunt clenches again and this time, as she wails our her release, I join her.

We collapse onto the bed and I make sure to catch myself so she doesn’t take the brunt of my weight. I run my lips along her ear and I make one final claim, “You’re fucking mine forever.”

She whimpers, “I’m yours.”

I grin and look up at him, taking in his expression of defeat and humiliation. “You never deserved her, lover boy.

[spritelysprites]

saw this post with that bradley james quote about how merlin and gwen are probably the only two people who, if they told arthur they had magic, arthur would make a genuine attempt to understand. and then I started thinking about morgana, because I think in the earlier seasons, she would have been one of them, too.

arthur and morgana's dynamic drives me crazy. when she's angry, she forgets he's not his father, because for her everything is so immediate. if something is wrong you do something about it now, or else you're a coward and a fool, and if she's locked up for speaking the truth so be it. meanwhile arthur will offer a protest, and when it's not well recieved he'll nod along and say all the right things and look for the next opportunity where he can act. she needs to be right and damn the consequences, and he needs to be free to take action.

think about what happened when gwen was kidnapped in 2x04, lancelot and guinevere. arthur publicly agreed with uther for the sake of presenting a unified front (another thing morgana doesn't seem to understand the importance of), and then starts making his own arrangements to solve the problem without undermining uther's authority or compromising on what he thinks is right. then morgana storms in and doesn't bother to look at what he's doing before she starts chewing him out. this happens over and over through the early seasons. another notable time is in 1x12, to kill the king, when she is in the dungeons, and before she realises arthur is there to release her she starts taunting him for apparently siding with uther. then as soon as she sees he's trying to help her and get her back in good standing with uther, she turns around and says, you're a better man than your father. always were.

this feeling of needing to have her way immediately is the core of why she and uther had such a mercurial relationship (because he's the same way!), and why arthur could weather it better (he's used to playing the long game to get what he wants). this constant, deliberate misreading of other people's actions is the core of arthur and morgana's conflict and how they grew so far apart. morgana never stops and looks at arthur's actions. she only hears his words. and in the same way, she never stops to consider her own actions, and wraps herself up in righteousness and rhetoric until she has completely lost sight of what she intended to do.

[littlemissshoei]

Can you make rin hcs? Sfw and nsfw if it's okay!

RIN ITOSHI

headcanons — sfw & nsfw. Enjoy your meal anon >_<

content warning: headcanons, established relationship, suggestive themes, mentions of kinks / nsfw, fluff, rin being rin! character has been aged up.

— ★ RIN is the type of guy that likes silent affection. He isn't one to throw around petnames and words of affection in public (and he rarely does it in private too) but he doesn't shy away from physical touch. He enjoys small gestures like resting his arm around your waist, intertwining fingers when holding hands, putting his head on your shoulder ; really anything that shows the others around that you're off limits in a somewhat subtle way.

— ★ RIN hates conflict. And he's very bad at solving conflicts too. He isn't a smooth talker per se and struggles expressing himself with words. You know very well that his coldness is just an act to stop people from prying into his heart, and that deep down he's just a guy that has a hard time understanding why bad things have to happen. While arguments within your relationship rarely occur, when they do Rin always manages to come up to you and say sorry. You know how hard it is for him and appreciate him nevertheless for his small but visible progress.

— ★ RIN, like mentioned earlier, isn't the type to throw around words of affection. But when he does, you know he means it. While he isn't really the talkactive type of guy, his eyes are very expressive. You can see exactly what he feels from just one look into his emerald gaze.

— ★ RIN can be very clingy, especially at home. While he's his usual stoic self most of the time, sometimes when he comes home from a match — or you from your work — he likes to stay cuddled up against you, taking in your scent and warmth without saying anything. He also enjoys skin to skin contact, even though he denies it. There is nothing better than having your bare bodies pressed against one another

— ★ RIN'S favourite places to kiss you are: your pulse points (both neck and hand), your shoulders, your lower back, your ears and your lips.

— ★ RIN likes watching you do things around the house. You often don't notice him staring at you, but he's always there, watching you from the corner of his eye, wondering how he got so lucky with someone like you. He watches how you do certain chores, studying the way you do them and tries to replicate your result whenever he knows you have a hard day at work and won't have time to finish them up.

— ★ RIN is dominant when it comes to the bathroom. His favourite position is missionary because he can see your face and lewd expressions with each thrust. He is quite the sensual guy and loves feeling you up. He loves playing with your breasts, pinching your nipples to lure out your moans and making you feel good.

— ★ RIN always makes sure to let you know how much he loves you, whispering it in your ear over and over again while he fucks you dumb. He also enjoys holding hands while doing it because it gives him a certain feeling of closeness.

— ★ RIN is into cockwarming. His favourite way being whenever he watches matches of his upcoming rivals, stuffing your aching cunt full of his cock as his hands keep you in place. The feeling of being squeezed by your velvety walls drives him crazy, and it takes so much selfpower — something the boy has managed to master — to not pount into you right there.

— ★ RIN finds aftercare extremely important. Whenever you guys finish doing it he helps you clean yourself up, gets you some water (and a snack if needed) and holds you close all night long, whispering words of praise into your ears

— ★ RIN isn't the type to really use petnames, but when he does he calls you my love or my treasure. Even though he doesn't really use them for you, he loves hearing you call him "baby"

— ★ RIN always shares his food with you, especially his ice cream. He always gets the same old double popsicle and gives you the bigger half. It's something he learned from Sae, something he cherishes deeply and dares sharing with you.

— ★ RIN is a tough guy on the exterior, but a sweetheart from the inside, you just have to be willing to stay around for long enough to witness his true colors. There is nothing in the world that he loves more than you, and he admires you for sticking around for so long, even when he wasn't the best boyfriend around.

[shooting-love-arrows]

A villian yandere? Not like those cartoon villian but the one that actually make the reader feel fearful, not because the villian is physicaly scary or something but the villian is so cunning, sly and manipulative like the knave from genshin or fyodor from bsd

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍

PAIRING: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 x reader (gender not mentioned/specified/implied) TW. manipulation, isolation, holding reader against her will, stockholm syndrome, dark yandere, flag so red my eyes hurts, unhinge, yandere behavior. A/N: Inspired by manhwas I've read so far. I'm on a roll guys. I didn't expect it to be this long too but man, he's one crazy creation.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Who isolates you to the point of insanity. It is widely known humans are social creatures and we need social interactions. However, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 used this fact to his advantage. Knowing that after a while people go mad when they don’t interact with other people, he decided to do just that. At first his manipulation is subtle: hidden suggestions about who is right to hand with and who's not. Little yet meaningful words weaved between innocent sentences. Then when he saw his tactics working, he began to get bolder. As the group of people becomes smaller (thanks to him) 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 starts to outwardly say they aren't people you should associate with. They are a bad influence and did you know they said this and that behind your back? Real friends don’t do that! He doesn’t do that! That's when comments about how you don't need anyone but him, who always stays by your side and was right about what he told you, each and every time. Your family isn't safe from his doings either. He never fails to drive you away from them. Suddenly they are people who lead you on and make a fool out of you. A black sheep of the family. You just had to see! Before you know it, you are completely alone with only him to talk and listen to.

"I'm just looking out for you like a best friend should be doing." 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 wanted to vomit when he said those two, blasted words.

Who snaps and ends up locking you up. Now that you're completed isolated and you happen to start living with him, he locks you up. In a bedroom with a bathroom attached who only has necessities and nothing you could harm yourself with. You can bang, scratch and kick at the door all you want but those doors won't budge. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 is fully prepared. Those doors were expensive but it was worth it. Those locks could be opened by him and the material it was made of could not be so easily destroyed without certain tools you didn’t have. And you're yelling, begging and crying? It is like music to his ears. He'll often sit at the door and listen to you, basking in your voice, and when you're quiet (either pass out from exhaustion or too tired to continue), he'll pick up from where he ended the last time, manipulating you again. His sentences are repetitive and he wants to drill those into your head. He'll tell you how no one is looking for you, how he's all you need, how he'll take care of you and so on...

"Those people want to hurt you. I am doing this for your own good. If you want, I can bring you something? I was thinkng about tamagochi! They are so cut, aren't they?"

Who has to show you some tough love. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 didn’t expect you to realize just how much he loves you. That’s why he tried to be an understanding partner and be forgiving towards your rash and childish tantrums. But he has his limits too. For example, he notices how you don't eat meals he oh so lovingly has prepared for you. If you don’t want to eat, then he won’t force you. He just doesn't bring you food for the next 2-3 days. Only water. And on the fourth day, he'll bring you a proper meal again. Of course, like he expected, you ate it all. See? It’s not hard to act your age. You don’t see it but 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 smiled in glee when he saw an empty plate. It's a good sign!

"I'm relieved you like the food I prepared for you. I cooked it for the first time but when I saw the recipe I knew you'd like it."

Who you grow to not only fear and love. He is your captor, the one who took away your freedom and cut all ties with society, who manipulates you and ends up breaking you. Who you feared, despised and cursed like he was the source of all evil. But the longer you stayed in the little room that became your whole world, the lines between hater and love began to blurr. Not that you realized it. At some point something switched in your brain and although you feared him, you began to ponder over his words. Maybe he's right? After this period of time, no one ended up looking for you. No one cared enough to do so. And you do only have him. He always makes time for you, brings you delicious meals, and sometimes even gifts you a little trinkets when you act good. Not to mention you live in a nice bedroom with a bathroom too. He never touched you without your consent or forced you to do anything. You could make a choice to bathe whenever you want, pick one of the books he brought you and read and so on. Your brain was suggesting that he is a caring best friend who takes care of you and protects you from all those monserts that want to hurt and bring you down. Soon enough his actions made your heart speed up.

"I knew you'll love me..." 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 teared up when he heard your confession. It was worth the waiting becaouse now he can bulit a perfect life he always imagined having with you. "I love too. So, so, so much sometimes it hurts."

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[spngi]

My tears ricochet | mafia!carlos sainz jr x reader

Prologue | part 1 | part 2 | Part 3| Part 4

part 5

summary: Mr. and Mrs. Sainz lived in a dream for many years, now everything is falling apart and they need to deal with their feelings

warnings: Grammar mistakes, mentions of violence, Carlos is an idiot, mentions of cheating, sexual content, angst.

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It’s the first morning I truly wake up happy after a long time. I feel ready for a new beginning when I wake up embraced by Carlos’s body. It’s perfect to share the little things with him, his presence filling me with joy.

I watch him through the door; he’s on the phone now, and Paco is jumping on his legs, begging for attention.

We were having coffee outside, enjoying each other’s company, when his phone rang. Things are not like they used to be; we still have a long way to go to regain each other’s trust, but we are happy with the small steps we are taking.

The conversation my husband is having doesn’t seem good. He looks tense, defensive, and even without hearing his conversation, I can tell it’s a serious matter. He is standing in the middle of the room, phone in hand, head down, his abdomen bare, and wearing sweatpants. Every domestic scene warms my heart more, like him making pancakes for breakfast earlier or the large bouquet of peonies that miraculously appeared this morning.

I knew that just these gestures wouldn’t erase the pain Carlos and I had caused each other, but they were a good way to start this new journey.

I see him hang up the phone in a single, explosive gesture. He takes a breath while putting the device in his pocket.

“What’s your problem?” His voice echoes coldly in the room. I don’t understand who he is referring to or why he’s looking at me that way.

“What are you talking about?” I ask him, still confused as I approach his tense figure. The contrast with the relaxed figure he had before the phone call is clear. “What happened?”

“I tell you I love Martina, and you try to kill her? Is this how you want to move forward?” He explodes, his tone loud and desperate.

“What are you talking about? You think I tried to kill that girl? Are you out of your mind?” I ask him, my words stinging. Carlos looks at me as if I were a monster, and it hurts to be his first suspect. It hurts to know he thinks so poorly of me.

“What a great coincidence, isn’t it? I tell you how I feel about her, and today someone hits her car and flees.” He points at me as if he’s about to warn me. “You’re lucky she’s still alive.”

“Does it not occur to you that it could have been just a drunk idiot? Do you think so poorly of me that you believe I’d do something like that?” I exclaim, anger exploding from my body. That bitch had to ruin my life without me even doing anything to her.

“You lost the benefit of the doubt when you decided to killed those men.”

A car accident? I wouldn’t even have thought of that, and I had thought of many ways to get rid of the girl, but none involving her death—only involving putting a package with absurd amounts of drugs in her car and house, along with a call to the police.

Carlos’s words drive me crazy. I feel insane for hearing them because it can’t be true. His eyes look at me with disgust, as if I were a murderer.

“I don’t know how serious the accident was, but if I were you, I’d pray for her to be okay. It would prevent you from finally becoming a monster,” he says, and Paco runs away scared by the shouting.

I don’t think much after what I hear; my body is overtaken by rage, and I can only remember all the times Charles taught me to aim and shoot. That’s what I think about when I grab the closest object to me, a crystal vase, and throw it at Carlos.

The crystal shatters upon hitting the top of his head in small pieces. The noise is loud, and the whole house goes on alert before returning to its routine upon seeing the scene.

“Are you crazy?” He yells in shock, with glass shards all over the place, including in his hair, and small drops of blood running down his forehead.

“Maybe, but I’m not a murderer,” I say through clenched teeth. “Believe me, if I wanted her dead, there wouldn’t be any pieces of the car left to tell the tale, but I would never dirty my hands with someone as insignificant as her.”

The room turns into a chaos of shouting and arguing. Even though I love Carlos, I’m almost ready to throw another vase at him. I decide to stop arguing with him; it wouldn’t help when he’s so blinded by believing I would do such a thing. I turn around, leaving him to argue alone, and head back outside.

“You should leave, Carlos… I can’t stand looking at your face right now,” I say finally before leaving. “And don’t you dare ask anyone to clean up the mess you made,” I point to the floor and walk out.

I sit in a chair, not allowing myself to cry this time. In fact, I can’t even remember the last time I spent a day without crying, so I forbid myself from doing it today! The scene that just occurred felt like it nailed the final stake into our marriage. There was no more unity, no more fidelity, respect, or love.

I couldn’t love for both of us alone, not when it was destroying me. When it was already destroying me.

“Your foot is bleeding,” I hear a voice pull me out of my thoughts, and when I look up, I see Charles.

“Oh,” I have no reaction. I look down and see the small pool of blood forming underneath the injured foot I hadn’t noticed before. “I must have stepped on one of the glass shards. I’ll take care of it…”

I try to reassure him and spare him from my melancholic company.

“Let me take care of it for you; just wait here, please,” he smiles, looking tense, possibly having witnessed the situation.

Just as I didn’t notice him leave, I didn’t notice him come back, this time with a first aid kit in hand. He kneels in front of me and gently takes my left foot.

“I can do this, Charles. Thank you,” I thank him and try to get rid of his presence.

“No, no, I insist,” he smiles worriedly, his eyes on me. There’s something there I can’t decipher; it’s not pity, but definitely something shining.

He opens the significantly large first aid kit that is necessary when someone with a gunshot or knife wound shows up at the house from time to time.

“Do you need anesthetic?” he asks, laughing.

“Although I would love to be high right now, it won’t be necessary,” I say, and he laughs lightly.

He pulls the glass shard out in one precise, smooth movement, and I watch as he cleans the wound with cotton and alcohol.

“To save you the trouble of investigating the accident… I didn’t do it,” I say to Charles.

“I know,” he replies, not bothering to look up at me, appearing certain of his opinion. “And I think if Carlos had a bit more reason and faith in you, he’d know that.”

It’s funny to watch him work with such calm and gentleness on a simple injury, contrasting sharply with all the memories of when he taught me to shoot and defend myself months ago.

“I didn’t teach you to do a job halfway and to leave traces. I have faith that you were a good student.” He looks up and smiles. Charles is the same age as me, but the difference between us is apparent. He’s lived and witnessed many things to be where he is now and still tries to be as gentle as possible in my company.

“Thank you,” I say, watching him as he wraps my foot with a bandage. It’s large and silly for the size of the cut, but the gesture enchants me.

I let my eyes wander away, to the garden or beyond it, my thoughts drifting. I don’t want to cry, not for Carlos. Just thinking about his name makes me sick, and I wonder why I did all this. Why did I sacrifice so much of my life for him? Why did I fight so hard for this marriage when it was destroying me?

It’s ironic how life presents things to us. Throughout my life, I’ve always loved art, preferring romantic ideals and works that depicted routine and brought peace. Now my life would be painted in a dark and melancholic canvas.

“If you could choose to be anything, what would you be?” I ask Charles, who is still kneeling in front of me, his hand gently touching my injured foot.

“What do you mean?” His green eyes look confused.

“I would have my own art gallery, or rather, I think I would like to work in a museum…” I let my mind wander, to what I could be if I weren’t here.

“In which museum?” he asks.

“In Washington,” I reply without thinking. “I think there cuz my favorite art is there, a beautiful Monet. I would be the happiest person to see it every day,” I smile at the scene in my mind, a genuine smile. “And you?”

“I think I would be a Formula 1 driver,” he laughs. “My childhood dream was to drive the red car around the world.”

“In another universe, I’m sure we’re doing that,” I smile at him, laughing. It’s silly to think about it, but it helps me calm down. “Please sit down.”

He closes the first aid kit and sets it aside, then sits in the chair next to me. He seems awkward or even embarrassed to do so.

“I don’t want to get divorced, Charles,” I murmur, scratching my forehead. I thought I would have more strength for this, that I wouldn’t give up so easily.

“He will find out it wasn’t you eventually” he murmurs.

“The problem isn’t the accident, or even Carlos. He isn’t that desperate about the divorce, and if he were, he would file for litigation” I sigh. “She wants the divorce; I just took a while to realize it… Carlos getting divorced is just a red flag for all his business, and it will make his life much more difficult… I just don’t know if I can handle it anymore.”

“Y/n…” the man calls me, then says, “You are the strongest woman I have ever known. You’ve been through so much and endured it as if it were just another normal day at work. You handle all the problems better than anyone here among us. You could be Carlos, but he could never be you.”

It’s the first time in a long while that a man makes me cry with joy.

One more part! I hope you guys are enjoying it!

Leave your comments and opinions ❤️

[myeagleexpert]

Throw wood on the fire

Pairing: Tim Drake/Red Robin x YN AFAB Warning: yandere fic, toxic relationaship, he's possessive, you're stubborn, obsessive, emotional manipulation, nswf (pt 2) Summary: You  and Tim have always been soulmates, but it's so suffocating that you've reached your limit. It's time to break up with Tim. Note: Reader is described and represented as YN or as "You" because, grammarly, I'm trying to adapt the text so that it is more harmonious! Eng is not my mother language, so often the way I write does not relate to the translator and I have to translate most of my works manually. Therefore, thank you for understanding!

After a great night spent with your friends, having fun and bringing lightness to life, without even worrying about the time. But as the night is young, you have an annoying alarm telling you that it's time to go back to bed: Tim. You enter yours a luxurious apartment in the city center. Your shoulders immediately tensed when you heard his voice demanding answers.

"YN where were you??" He immediately grabs your arm and demands to know where you've been and why you were so late getting back

"Relax Tim, I just went out with my friends" you say taking off your red high heels, sighing heavily as you have this same conversation…for the fifth time.

Tim's expression remains stern as he crosses his arms across his chest. "I don't care if you were out with your friends," he retorts.

 "I told you to be back by 10 PM. It's midnight." mentally you ignore him as you take off your fancy suit and place your bag on a couch in the living room.

Tim follows after you, his annoyance growing with every step. "That's not an excuse," he snaps, his voice sharp. "You knew what time you were supposed to be home, and you didn't even try to keep track of the time."

He watches as you start walking to your room, and he grabs your hand to stop you. "We're not done talking about this." he says firmly. "You need to understand how worried I was about you being out so late."

"We just talked about it. I came back late by accident, it already happened there's no way back. I said I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Happy now?" Irritated, you release your hand from his grip and return to your route.

Tim's jaw clenches tightly as he listens to your response. He clearly isn’t satisfied with your dismissive attitude.

"No, I'm not happy," he replies with a mix of irritation and frustration in his voice. "You don't seem to understand how big of a deal this is for me. You're supposed to be mine, and I need to know where you are, what you're doing, who you're with. It's for your own safety."

"When did such a healthy relationship become so suffocating? Where is the Tim I knew? Why is it getting more and more tiring to continue this?" YN thinks, searching the timeline for where and when the red flags started to appear… and when she started ignoring them.

"I'm your girlfriend, I'm not an object to possess Tim." I look at him seriously "We've talked about this before, I'm going to sleep now. You can't control me 24 hours." Tim's expression hardens even more as you challenge him. He's not used to being contradicted or questioned, especially when it comes to you.

Your therapist said that in moments like this it was ideal to remain calm and that counting to 10 would help to calm down and not explode at others.

1....2....3.......

"You're my girlfriend, and that means you're mine," he insists firmly. "I'm not trying to control you, I'm trying to protect you. Can't you see that?"

He takes another step closer, closing the distance between you. "I care about you, more than anything else. I can't stand the thought of something happening to you. It drives me crazy when I can't keep an eye on you."

4......

You increase the distance and turn your back to Tim, ignoring his words while you change your clothes and put on satin pajamas. He looks at you irritated as you lie down on the big bed, covering me with the soft linen blankets. Tim’s eyes follow you as you changed into your pjamas and climbed into bed, his irritation growing with every movement you make. He stands there, his fingers clenched tightly into fists as he watches you get comfortable in bed.

“You’re seriously just going to go to sleep now?” He asks, his voice tight with frustration. “We’re not done talking about this.”

"I would love to talk about this with you, but as you can see, I'm already asleep. And good night dear, be careful the bogeyman doesn't get you" you say sarcastically as you cover your head with the sheets, mentally praying that Tim will give up any upset tonight, your patience has been...very little.Tim's jaw clenches even tighter as he listens to your sarcastic retort. He's clearly not amused by your dismissive attitude and attempts to end the discussion.

5....

He takes another step towards the bed, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "You're seriously being a brat right now? I'm trying to talk to you like an adult, but you're just acting like a child, YN."

He stops at the edge of the bed, looking down at you with a mixture of irritation and frustration in his eyes. "You can't just shut me out and expect this conversation to go away," he continues, his voice firm. "We need to talk about what happened tonight. You can't just pretend it didn't happen!"

"Tim." you look at him seriously "I don't want to talk about it now, I'm tired and sleepy. We'll talk about it tomorrow."Tim's expression softens slightly as he meets your gaze, but his stubbornness remains. He sighs heavily before replying.

"I don't want to wait until tomorrow," he says, his voice still firm but slightly calmer. "I need to know what happened tonight. Where were you? Who were you with? What were you doing?"

6.....

"If you keep insisting, I'm going to go out in my pajamas and sleep at a friend's house." You threaten him as you run your hand through your hair, for a moment, Tim's gaze turns dark, he knows you have the audacity to do this.

"You're really going to leave in the middle of the night and go sleep at one of your friends' houses? Over this?" he asks, his voice filled with a mix of irritation and disbelief.

7.....

"Goodnight darling." You get up irritated and give him a kiss as you get out of bed. Still in your pajamas, you take your car keys and I go out to the garage where my beloved car awaits me. Tim follows hot on your heels, his expression a mix of alarm and determination.

"Wait, what are you doing?" he calls out, his voice tinged with worry.

He can't believe you're actually leaving in the middle of the night. He catches up to you just as you're about to get in your car.

Tim grabs your arm, trying to stop you from getting into the car. "You can't just leave like this," he says urgently. "We need to talk about what happened tonight. I need to know that you're safe."

You take his hand off your arm and say dryly "I'm fine and safe as you can see, see you tomorrow. I'm not going to talk to you irritated!" YN say, getting into the car and turning on the ignition, pressing the control to open the gate.

8.....

Tim's expression turns to one of frustration and helplessness as he watches you get into the car. He knows he can't stop you from leaving, but it kills him to see you so upset and willing to walk out in the middle of the night.

"Damnit, don't do this," he says, his voice pleading. "Please don't drive off in anger. Just come back inside and we can talk about this like adults."

He takes a step closer to the car, leaning down to look at you through the open window. His expression is a mix of concern and desperation.

9....

"Please, just don't drive off like this. It's the middle of the night, and I'm worried about you being out alone. Just come back inside, and we can talk this out."

"I don't want to talk right now." you start the car and start walking when he stops irritated, and almost crying, in front of the car "Excuse me, I need to pass if you don't mind" you say disguising the anger and frustration, honking the horn calmly. Tim takes a step back, his arms falling to his sides in frustration. He watches with a mix of anger and helplessness as you start to drive away.

But just as you're about to pass him, he steps in front of the car, blocking your path.

“TIM!”

Fuck counting to 10...

"What the hell are you doing?" he blurts out, his voice tight with irritation and worry. "You're really going to drive off like this in the middle of the night? It's not safe!"

He stands in front of the car, his eyes locked on yours through the windshield. "God Damnit, just stop and talk to me," he pleads, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and desperation. "We can't just leave things this way. You can't just walk out and leave in the middle of the night without talking to me about what happened tonight."

"I'll text one of your robots to read." you respond sarcastically while rolling your eyes, but after taking a deep breath, you try to negotiate with him "If you stay quiet, I'll come back and sleep on the couch. If you keep insisting like this, I'll leave now and only come back in the morning" I turn on the car and make the engine make a loud noise.Tim listens to your response, his expression growing more frustrated by the second. He clenches his fists at his sides, clearly fighting the urge to argue further.

Tim considers your offer for a moment, his mind racing with frustration and worry. But he knows he doesn't really have a choice right now.

"Fine," he finally says, his voice tight. "But we are going to talk about this in the morning. And you better not try to sneak out again tonight."

He takes a step back, allowing you to drive off, but his expression is still filled with irritation and worry. He watches as you drive off, his mind racing with frustration and insecurity.

"Damnit," he mutters to himself as he watches you drive away. "Why does she always have to be so damn stubborn."

The powefull Red Robin, stands there for a moment, his arms crossed tightly across his chest. he's torn between the need to go after you and the knowledge that you won't listen right now.

His mind races with conflicting thoughts. he's worried about your safety, but he's also irritated by your stubbornness. He knows he should just let you go for the night, but the thought of not knowing where you are or what you're doing is driving him insane.Tim takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. he knows he can't just follow your car and chase you down. That would only make things worse. But the thought of you driving off in anger and irritation, alone in the middle of the night, is eating him alive.

At that point, it was like throwing wood on the fire, fueling anger and rebellion.

As time passed, YN saw the love she felt for Tim gradually turning into a prison. Like a perfect fairy tale it lost its color, slowly turning into a horror film where she would be the only victim.

“Baby, we need to talk…”

The constant need to be together and Tim's obsession with protecting her created a web of possession that left her increasingly suffocated. Constant calls, constant paranoia, constant accusations… it was all getting too much. As heiress to her father's company, YN always tried to be at the height of the company and it was very difficult with a boyfriend demanding to know who she was with all the time, why she cared about all that and why… that man was shaking her hand .

Each day was a desperate effort to maintain some of his autonomy, while Tim became more controlling and domineering. The feeling of being constantly surrounded by a hyperprotective guard was oppressive, depriving her of space to breathe.

“How will I know she’s really your friend? !What if she wants to poison your head about our relationship?!”

YN tried to rebel against the prison that had become her relationship, her stubbornness and her independence at stake. She began to become more indifferent towards Tim's possessive efforts, trying to create the distance needed to have more control over her life. Increasing and rebuilding the walls that were previously knocked down with sarcastic, poisonous comments, trying to get back to having a busy and festive life like before. However, each attempt to regain her autonomy was met with resistance from Tim, who desperately clung to the illusion of being her protector. With every step she took toward freedom, he strived to hold her back, increasing his possessiveness and desperation to keep her by her side.

“Why do you want to go to this event alone? We're a couple, aren't we? What are you going to do there that you won’t need me?”

Little by little, the web was made by Tim's efforts and undone by YN's stubbornness, it was a tiring, exhausting process and honestly YN was already at the limit of it all.

Like a butterfly that turns and convulses its way out of its web, so YN was determined to fly free again.

The plan to sleep over at a friend Daisy's house failed, leaving only one friend on the other side of the city. YN breathes a sigh of relief as she turn off location, cell phone, and any other service that has anything that connects to it. While at his house, you took advantage of the time away from Tim and focused on your training, finally a full workout without Tim hacking the gym. You posted some photos and videos on social media, recording your workout and the breakfast you were having with your friend you met the other day.

Meanwhile, Tim was anxious and worried, unable to focus on anything other than his absence. He became even angrier when he saw your posts on social media. He knew that you were making these posts on purpose to irritate him, which only increased his anger and frustration. he tried to control himself, but he couldn't help the feeling of helplessness and anxiety that overwhelmed him. He wanted to know where you were, what you were doing, who was with you.

It was noon when you called Tim, giving him the air of your presence "Tim, are you home now? Do you want me to bring you lunch?" YN say hoping he would forget the conversation as she gets into the car, reapplying lipstick and putting on sunglasses.

Tim answers the phone, trying to control the frustration and anxiety in his voice. He was in the apartment, busy with work, when you called.

"Yes, I'm home," he replies, trying to remain calm. "But there's no need to bring lunch, I'll order something." He tries to keep the conversation casual, but he can't forget the argument from the night before.

"I'll order… Your favorite" You say trying to lighten the mood, the calm before the storm. Tim hesitates for a moment, his frustration with the situation still present. But his favorite's offer makes him relent.

"Okay, fine," he says, trying not to show how much he was looking forward to your return. "But you'll be here soon, right?"

"If I say I'm going to help the chef, will you let me take my time?" I try to bargain with him. Tim is holding back.

Tim takes a deep breath, his possessive and controlling side taking over for a moment. He really wanted you home where he could keep an eye on you and make sure you were safe. But he also knew that you wouldn’t give in that easily. He tries to remain calm as he responds.

But he also knew that you wouldn’t give in that easily. He tries to remain calm as he responds.

"For how long?" he asks, irritated. "And why do you need to help the chef?"

"I'm going to make the special recipe with him" you say without even realizing it, a little evil in the intonation, but soon swallow it to be a decent person, , as if she hadn't thrown wood on the fire.

Tim raises his eyebrows when you mention "the special recipe." What the hell were you doing? The “Special Recipe” was a dish that only the two of you made. Period. It was a couple thing and not a delivery from a fancy restaurant. It wasn't a different seasoning or something exotic, the fun of the “special recipe” was making the YN and Tim recipe, a pasta where the two make romantically in the kitchen, an illusion of domesticity and togetherness.

"The special recipe?" he repeats, irritation and suspicion evident in his voice. "Why the special recipe? You didn't mention anything like that before."

"Isn't it your favorite, love? I'll be there in 20 minutes"

"Okay, cool," he replies, his voice tense. "I'll be waiting for you."

Tim notices the sarcastic tone in her voice, but he tries to ignore it, his irritation still present. He knows you're joking, but he can't help but wonder what's really going on. He was sitting in his office, trying to stay calm and work while he waited for you. But his irritation and frustration were quickly growing as the minutes passed.

YN arrived at the shared apartment within 40 minutes, ready to talk. "Good morning Einstein" she takes off her heels and goes to the living room, placing the delivery in the kitchen watching the fuming man leave the office

When you finally arrived, he quickly got up from the office and left to meet you in the living room. His look was serious and full of anger.

"Six hours" was the first word he spoke, without even greeting you. His tone was cold and controlled, but the irritation was evident in his expression and in every word he said.

"Six fucking hours," he repeated, "No news, no messages, nothing. I was on the verge of madness, not knowing if you were okay or not." He approached you, his eyes locked on yours. He wanted to hug you, pull you into his arms, but the feeling of irritation and frustration prevailed at the moment.

"Explain to me," he demanded, his voice firm. "Where were you? What were you doing? Who was with you?"

"I went to celebrate our company's profit with my friends from work" friends that he hated "Then I went to that restaurant that opened now, the Japanese one" That Tim hated "As it was early at night, I was invited to a party at the other city ​​with the girls." girls who hated Tim "As we had a disagreement yesterday, so I slept at Galileo's house" the guy who hit on you

With every word you spoke, Tim's expression changed. He felt his veins pulsing with anger and frustration as you mentioned your friends and the guy who hit on you while you explained in an indifferent way, as if you were talking about the weather and not turning on warning sirens in Tim's head.

He tried to contain his possessive and controlling side, but it was difficult to control his feelings. The thought of you spending the night at another man's house drove him completely insane.

"Did you sleep at another man's house?" he repeated, his anger evident in his voice. "Daisy wasn't home, my closest option was Galileo." "He's gay baby, relax" YN says

Tim snorts when you say Galileo is gay. Even though he knew he wasn't interested in women, the idea of ​​you spending the night at another man's house was irritating to him, especially because Tim saw him hitting on you and was paranoid since from the first time the two of you were introduced. He tries to calm down, but the anger still clings to him like a thorn.

"That doesn't change the fact that you slept at another man's house," he snaps. "Because my man wouldn't let me sleep in peace" I retort with the same intensity

Tim takes a deep breath, his hands clench into fists in anger. He knows you're right, but he doesn't want to admit it. He feels the guilt slowly creeping into him, but the anger still prevails.

"You ran away from me," he responds, his voice firm. "You just left our house without a word and i didn't hear from you for hours." The muscles in Tim's neck tighten as he speaks, anger and frustration mixing in his words.

"I was worried," he continues, "I was desperate not knowing where you were or if you were safe. I tried calling and texting you, but you left me hanging." His voice becomes lower and more intense as he continues to speak.

"And now, I find out that you spent the night at another man's house, the guy I detest, for God's sake."

He moves closer, invading your personal space, chest rising and falling with each hectic breath.

"How do you think I feel, huh?" he asks, his voice tense. "What do you think I was like, not hearing from you, not knowing where you were, what you were doing, who you were with?" He places his hands on both sides of her face, forcing Yn to look directly into his blue eyes. Mentally trying to connect his stormy eyes with your lovely ones. How cute, you might think….

A boyfriend desperate for his girlfriend's well-being, and everything for her protection, hmm?

Apart from the fact that they've had this conversation before.

How a prey follows the natural instincts that the predator will attack, turning on the fight or flight button…..

So YN remains firm and upright, she can notice the gentle changes in Tim's gaze, his worried speech, his dominant touch trying to make her “stay in her place”, but there is not a hint of guilt in her eyes.

YN had seen this film many, many times, the same script with the same characters. It's time to leave the cinema and live real life.

"Sorry, it won't happen again." you press your hand against his for a few seconds and then remove it from your face, looking at him seriously, your eyes as steady as a mountain weathering the storm. Tim's smile widened, but it closed realizing something was going to happen. Tim looks at you, his face showing a brief expression of relief and happiness as you rest your hand against his. But that feeling quickly fades when she realizes something isn't right.

He tries to stay calm, waiting for you to say something.

"What it was?" he asks, the anger and irritation still evident in her voice. "I know that expression. What are you going to do?"

The silence lasts for a few seconds as you remain quiet, your gaze serious and determined. Tim feels the atmosphere getting tense, he knows something is happening but he doesn't know what, and he hates every second of not knowing what goes on in Yn's head.

He crosses his arms, his gaze fixed on you, waiting for you to speak. His patience is starting to run out.

"Come on," he scolds, his voice brusque. "Speak quickly."

"I think we better break up." In the same way I speak abruptly, and I see his world turning upside down. Tim's expression changes immediately, as if he's been punched in the stomach. He stays frozen in place, his mind trying to process what you just said.

What? No… it can't be….. No…..it's not real. She must just be mad….

He babbles for a few seconds, unable to form words.

"I-I didn't hear you right," he finally says, his voice shaking slightly. "Repeat please."

"I think its better if we better break up, Tim. It's not working out, sorry." The words fall like a hammer on Tim's heart. He remains still, his mind trying desperately to find the words to argue, to change your mind.

He opens and closes his mouth several times, his hands shaking slightly. Finally, he manages to speak, his voice fragile and shaky.

"But…but why?" he asks, his words coming out almost like a whisper. ' "You know why."

Tim remains silent, his gaze fixed on his. He knows exactly what you're saying, but he still doesn't want to accept it. Millions of conversations about the relationship, the opinion of friends and family, the indirect ones, the distance… he knows he's being too much, that he's trying to imprison you, that he's pushing you away with all his obsession and paraoic… but he He can't stop, you're his drug. Slowly killing and addicting him until he can no longer live without you.

He runs a shaky hand through his black hair, trying to control himself but failing miserably.

"I…" he tries to say, but his voice trails off. He takes a deep breath, trying to muster the courage to speak. "I can change."

He won't change. Yn thinks, already knowing where this story would end.

"You don't need to change, Tim. I'm the problem here." I put my hand on his shoulder, "I'm sure someone out there will appreciate and value all your concern and your temper. But we've been hurting each other a lot lately."

Tim holds your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. He knows you're right, that things weren't working between you. But he can't accept it.

"I-i don't want it to end," he murmurs, his voice lowering. "I love you. I want to make it work."

“Listen Tim… I-” your sentence is cut off when Tim hugs you tightly, his head resting on your shoulder as he starts to cry. He tries to control himself, but emotion takes over him.

He squeezes you tighter, like he's desperately trying to keep you from leaving. Trying to bring you close, inhaling your scent, feeling your heat, trying to mold your body to his.

"Piplease," he whispers, voice shaking from crying. "Please don't leave. Please stay with me."

Tim continues to hold you, his body shaking with the emotions he's trying to keep under control. He doesn’t want to let you go, desperate to keep you by his side.

Anything other than us breaking up…

I don't accept it… I don't want it!

How will I exist without you by my side?

Why don't you want to try again?

He lifts his head, looking at you with red, teary eyes.

"I'll change," he promises, his voice husky. "I promise I'll change. Just don't leave. Please don't leave me."

He holds your face and looks at you, with hearts in his eyes, knowing that you won't give in anytime soon. He uses emotional blackmail to make Yn stay, after all, she always liked beautiful words, covered in honey.

Don't you love him anymore? Why do you want to hurt him so much?

Tim desperately tries to find a way to change your mind. He knows words aren't working, so he takes desperate action...

He holds your face tightly, looking directly and deeply into your eyes.

"If you leave…," he murmurs, voice shaking. "I won't be able to live. I'll go crazy without you. Please don't leave me. I won't survive."

"You're Red Robin, you've survived worse things." YN says trying to free herself from him which makes him increase the emotional blackmail, holding you against him, she tries to cut off his line of reasoning, the blackmail, the depraved words but it seems like it only makes everything increase more…. Tim remains holding you, his grip becoming firmer as YN tries to break free. He can see that you are not giving in easily and desperately grasps at any means possible to make you stay.

He presses his face against your neck, his voice shaky as he murmurs.

"It's not just a matter of physical survival," he says, voice muffled by the contact of his face against her skin. "I won't be able to live without you. You are my reason for living."

"I'm going to die without you…..I'll kill myself if I don't have you by my side…" He threatens, increasingly serious and desperate, for a moment, in the name of all the love in your relationship, you fear for his life.

Tim continues to murmur against your delicate neck, his embrace becoming almost painful. He seems desperate to keep you by his side, whatever the cost. He puts one hand on your back, the other wrapping around your waist. He pulls you against him, as if he's afraid he'll let you escape.

"I love you," he whispers, his voice rough with emotions. "I love you so much. Please don't leave. Please stay with me." Tim continues to beg the same words, his embrace becoming more and more desperate as he tries to stop you from leaving.

He looks completely vulnerable, as if his life depended on it. His voice is low and full of emotion as he repeats as a pray:

"I love you. I love you. I'll get better, I promise. Just don't leave me. Please don't leave me."

When he hears your silence, his voice rises as if to prove he is telling the truth, almost shouting in your ear as he shakes and sobs in fear. Tim raises his voice as he desperately tries to convince you to stay, his words increasing in intensity as he sobs and shakes in fear.

He clings to you as if you were his anchor, his body shaking with emotion.

"I'll do anything for our relationship," he repeats, his voice almost desperate. "I'll get better for you. I'll change. I'll do whatever it takes. Just… please… don't leave me."

Tim's sobs grow stronger as he tries to hold back the tears. He's clearly desperate, his hug growing tighter and tighter as he desperately tries to keep you by his side.

With pity, YN runs an involuntary hand through Tim's hair, making him hope. "Are you really going to change?" I know he won't change, but maybe I can push the breakup further, in a month or two when he gets used to the idea.

Yn makes a mental note of the idea, without knowing that Tim himself already had plans for the two of them stay toguether forever.

Tim seems to perk up slightly when he feels your hand running through his hair, feeling you give in a little. He lifts his head, looking at you with a hopeful look.

He nods, his eyes still red from tears, but a little calmer.

"I'll change," he promises, voice firmer. "I'll be better for you. Just…give me another chance. Please."

"Okay…. the last one" with that he kisses you and cries more, relieved that you changed your mind. Tim takes the opportunity to kiss you, his tongue penetrating your mouth in a desperate and needy way. He cries as he kisses you, the relief evident in his gesture.

You still haven't said you love him too….. You do not love me anymore?

However, he is not satisfied with just the kiss, the insecurities and the countless scenarios running wild in his mind. He uses everything he can, pressing your body against his as he murmurs low, desperate words.

Will you still leave me? No, please no! You still love me?

"I won't survive without you!" he whispers, arms squeezing you against him. "You are everything to me. Just give me one more chance, please."

Tim repeats the same words, his hands roaming her body as he presses YN against him. He's desperate to keep you close, his embrace becoming almost possessive. He brings his mouth to her neck, kissing and biting the skin gently.

"I'm a dead man without you," he whispers, voice hoarse with emotion. "I won't survive without you. Just give me one more chance, please. Just one more, Yn. I love you so much..."

"…..I love you, Tim. Let's get better okay?" I confirm it when I hug him back

Tim takes a moment to process the words, his hands shaking with relief and hope. He hugs you tighter, his facial expression softening slightly. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath as he tries to contain the tangle of emotions inside him.

"I'll make you happy," he promises, voice hoarse. "I'm going to be the best man I can be. Just… have a little more patience with me."

Tim remains hugging you for a few minutes, trying to calm down as his mind seems to spin with all the emotions. He takes a deep breath, trying to control his heart that feels like it's about to come out of his chest and YN is the only thing keeping him sane, stable, preventing him from becoming another Gotham madman.

He lifts his head again, looking at you with an almost vulnerable look.

"I'll get better," he whispers, his voice firm but soft. "I'm going to do everything differently. Just… don't leave me. Please." He continued to hold your face in his shaking hands, trying to hold you against him. Trying to breathe your air. Trying to get into your heart.

YN kisses him on the mouth, catching him off guard "I know you're going to do it differently, my love. It's going to be okay."

YN feels so exhausted by this argument, fed up and patiently reaching the end, realizing that he won't let them end that easily. So, YN changes her mind, mentally changing her strategy before Tim arrests her and chains her in the apartment.

you tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. "Let's watch a movie, hmm?" She suggests he calm down, cutting off any obsessive or paranoid trains of thought with a gentle smile.

Tim seems almost surprised by the unexpected gesture of the kiss, but he quickly recovers. His hands lightly squeeze her waist as he returns the gesture.

He nodded, his voice a little calmer.

"Yes, a film." He responds, his facial expression less tense. "That sounds good. Like we did before."

Tim moves away from you a little, but he doesn't let go of you completely. As he takes you to the couch, he remains close, with one hand on your waist, melting into Yn's warmth, the familiar scent bringing him a sense of comfort and security that only she can bring.

It looks like the film will repeat itself again.

The beautiful butterfly is caught in the spider's suffocating webs.

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Take Me Home Tonight

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Gojo is 28-29 here, reader is like 22 or 23. Nothing too crazy. But is Professor/teacher forbidden type love. (Fingering, cunnilingus, explicit sex, overstimulation, teensy bit of dollification, dirty talk, hint of breeding kink, oral fixation, choking and smacking in this chap. Oh and Satoru totes has a praise kink)

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 12.5k

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ After passing your LSATs, your friends take you out to unwind. You never go out, so you are awkwardly agree, and you end up in the arms of a super hot man named Satoru. You end up screaming Satoru's name as he drops down on his knees before you, only to lose him in the club. All you have is his first name. Two months later, in your Criminal Law class, your heart stops. Your teacher? Professor Gojo. Or as you soon call him, Professor Dickhead. You can't fuck up your law school, and he won't fuck up his career, not just because he makes you wet in class, no, he's a dick. Right?

That pout and blue eyes don't wreck you, right? - Lawyer AU (If you wanna be tagged in updates let me know 💓)

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

You sit up in the car, blinking sleepily, your face sticky from drooling on Gojo’s arm, and he looks at you with a smirk as he wipes your mouth.

“Really need to make you drool outside of sleep.” You flush bright red, leaning back as you all sit in front of the fancy hotel.

“I’m so sorry, I have no clue why I’m so sleepy when you drive. It’s like… weird isn’t it?”

“Nah, it’s cute.” He pops a kiss on your forehead, then he steps out, grabbing your little bag along with his things, and the valet takes the keys, Gojo tips him generously you notice.

Gojo opens the door to the hotel lobby, his hand slipping into yours, and the warmth of his palm sends waves of heat through your body, making you feel so good. When have you all been able to just hold hands, anywhere really. Just that alone has you pausing, staring down at where they’re joined and smiling.

You can’t believe this is happening.

The hotel lobby is breathtaking, you’ve never been somewhere like it, with high ceilings and a giant chandelier that sparkles above you. You feel so out of place in your school clothes, but Gojo’s grip on your hand keeps you grounded. He leads you to the check-in desk, and the clerk’s eyes widen when she sees him. You watch as she stammers through the check-in process, a blushing mess.

Satoru handles it with ease and a stupid amount of charm, winking over at you as he gets some free upgrade, as if he needed it. “You’re a doll, thank you love.”

“Of course Mr. Gojo! We always love having you here.” She completely ignores you, but you understand, Gojo is… something else.

The bellboy takes your bags up to the room, something you’d seen in movies at best, and then Gojo is leading you to the elevator. The moment the doors close, he’s on you, pushing you against the wall, his lips crushing yours in a kiss that steals your breath away. You wrap your arms around his neck, gasping as his hands grip you under your skirt, as his tongue dives between your lips.

“Toru…” You whisper, hungry, and he pulls back, looking down with parted lips, his bright blue eyes heady with desire.

“I can’t wait to get you to myself.” You tremble, at how he looks at you, at how you can feel him hard on your tummy, then the elevator dings, and he practically drags you down the hall to the suite.

The living room alone in the suite could fit your entire dorm, it has a little kitchen with all fancy appliances, and floor to ceiling sliding doors that lead to a balcony that overlooks the city. The walls are painted a deep, rich blue, and the floor is covered in plush white carpet that looks so damn soft you could just lay on the floor and it’d be better than your bed.

The lights are dimmed and soft, and you walk around, looking into the room, and there is…

One bed.

You flush as you look at it, as Satoru casually tips the bellboy and sets your things up. The bed is a king size and the white blankets are soft under your fingertips, you run your hand up and then see it, a bouquet of roses on the bedside table. They’re all different colors, in a pretty vase.

“These are beautiful! Do they just leave flowers?” You notice a note then, as Satoru is coming up behind you. The note that simply reads, For Miss Brat.

“Toru, how’d you do this!?” He smirks, kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms around you.

“I just paid them to do it, silly.”

“You going all out huh?” You look up at him, and he takes your chin in his hand, leaning down, pressing your ass against his thighs.

“This isn’t me going all out, Miss brat. But of course I wouldn’t invite you without making it nice for you. Need to eat that pussy in a pretty bed for once.” You’re bright red, to the tips of your ears, and he laughs softly at it.

“The things you say… it’s like you just wanna fuck me up mentally.”

“Just wanna fuck up your guts.”

“Toru!” You both laugh, and then you slip out of his hold, teasingly starting to unbutton your vest, leaving it on the dresser and bouncing out to the living room. He practically growls, following you.

“You teasing me?” You just smile, innocent, as you peer around the rest of the room, pulling your tie off and setting it on your bags. There’s a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket right on the counter, and you peek in the bathroom and see a huge jacuzzi tub and shower.

“Ooh, this looks nice.” You take off your shirt then, flinging it at him, and he laughs as he catches it, as you perch on the edge of the jacuzzi, just in your lacy green bra and skirt. He pauses then, whistling, as his eyes go up and down your body.

“Fuck you’re so pretty.” You flush under the praise, all your teasing gone then, as he begins to unbutton his shirt. Your mouth goes dry.

Holy… you’ve sucked his cock and never seen him shirtless, have you? You felt those muscles, you could see their outlines, but… you can’t help but stare at the perfect body he reveals, inch by inch. You see his lean, chiseled torso, his perfect broad chest, muscles rippling underneath as he pulls it off completely. He has a smug grin as you eat him up visually.

“Cat got your tongue, Miss Brat?” His voice is cocky, but ya know what? He should be. Every inch of him is so perfectly cut, like sculpted in marble, with his pale glistening skin.

“Fuck.” Is all you manage, walking to him on unsteady legs, placing a hand tentatively on his hard body, exhaling as you run your fingers down the ripples of his abdomen.

“Thought you’d be more eloquent, little genius.” You look up at him, but you can’t function anymore. Satoru was already beautiful, but now that you see him you…

“You’re gorgeous, Satoru Gojo.” You expect him to be cocky about it, to look smug perhaps, but his lips part, and his eyes glitter as they drink you in, as you place a kiss on his chest, right where his heart is rapidly beating. He gently grabs your wrist, fingering the bracelet gently.

“You wear it every day, huh?” You nod, shyly looking down, at the perfect skin in front of your face.

“Of course I do. It’s usually not visible with my blazers is all. I sleep in it… that’s… ignore it.” He smirks, running his hands down the sides of your breasts then, until they get to your bare waist, big hands taking over the narrow expanse, making you feel so tiny in his grip. Your skin thrums everywhere, and you inhale a bit.

“You said you didn’t have… family?” You nod, looking away. “Are they… like passed away?”

“No, they’re alive. I guess. They gave me up.” He pauses, blinking at that, and your throat closes, emotions you long suppress rising up.

“Gave you up?” His voice is dark, hoarse, his lips in a terse line.

“Yeah, they put me in a home when I was like thirteen. Um… I don’t know what happened, I don’t want to. They weren’t good people.”

“How the fuck can they do that?”

“It’s legal to basically relinquish your rights. Foster homes were so disgusting and horrible mostly, it’s why I decided I’d be a lawyer. Fight for rights for those who really can’t.”

He tilts your chin up, and you struggle to keep your composure, as his pretty eyes study your face. “If I saw them I’d beat their asses. Mom too I don’t care. She can catch these hands.” You giggle a bit, through tears, and he smiles softly. “I’m teasing because I don’t know if I’m any good at comforting.”

“That is comforting though.” He kisses your forehead gently.

“So how the fuck are you in law school? And top law school? The college you came from was prestigious too.”

“I’m really smart, so scholarships. I also had amazing teachers in High school that really cared. That’s where I met Yuta and Maki too. They’re like my family.” He brushes your hair back softly, just listening to you, just holding you.

Fuck it’s nice.

“I can see how much you three love each other. Reminds me of Sugu, Kento and my friendship.”

“You three made some deal with a devil to get so attractive.” He snorts at that, rolling his eyes.

“You don’t seem angry, how?”

“At my old parents?” He nods. You shrug. “I’m better off without them, clearly, look at me now. If I lived there, I’d have gotten into who knows what. I’m thankful they chose to get rid of me, the best thing they could have done as parents.”

“Holy fuck…” He leans down, cupping your face gently then. “Think I just fell deeper now.”

You pause, breathing rapidly, as he even seems a little surprised at his words, leaning back, but you grab his strong hands, clinging to them. “You’re falling for me, Satoru?”

“Isn’t it obvious, brat?” You get flustered then, shaking your head. “How much clearer does it need to be?”

“I kind of thought… more physical maybe? I wasn’t sure. I didn’t wanna push too much and not have… whatever this is. It’s really special to me, as insane as it drives me.”

“It’s special to me, too.”

You sigh then, taking his hands and holding them, running your fingers on the backs of his knuckles, no sounds but your breathing and the whirl of the air conditioner in the suite. “Satoru… I have been falling since we met.”

“You have?” You just nod, looking down shyly again.

“I remember crying to Maki about it. Shit for months I just played with myself to the damn memory.” His nostrils flare as he tilts your chin up, hunger clear in his pretty gaze now. “Yeah, I said that. Wow.”

“Yeah, so did I. Till my cock hurt, I woke up dreaming about this girl, who looked like a whole nerd lost in that club.” You giggle, shoving at him.

“You just like nerds, don’t you?”

“Love them. Especially when they look like this.” He unzips the side of your skirt then, letting it fall down your ankles, and then he finally sees your outfit, the little garter belt, the stockings, the panties. His eyes glaze over. “Oh fuck . You trying to kill me, Miss Brat?”

“You like, huh Professor Gojo?” You whisper the words, and his hands slide down your hips now, turning you, until he caught sight of your ass from the back.

“Oh my fucking…” He growls nearly, gripping your ass, smacking it then, making you inhale a bit, at the stinging pleasure, then he’s got one hand in your hair, gripping it, running his fingers down your spine. “You’ve got no clue how bad I’ve wanted to see you like this. Always in those blazers and pencil skirts.”

“You like my pencil skirts, don’t you Professor?” He laughs, breathy in your ear, as his hands slide up your nearly bare body, up to your lacy cups of your bra, yanking them down then, cupping your breasts.

“I like anything you wear. But this…” You feel his cock now, hot and hard, and you reach back for it, as he pulls your hair harder, sliding his tongue up the side of your neck. “You’re so beautiful.”

That melts you.

“Toru…” He picks you up then, bridal style, making you giggle, before he catches your mouth in his kiss, devouring your mouth as he carries you to the bed, laying you out and then standing, eyes drinking in every inch.

“Perfect fucking body. Fuck.” You’re blushing down to your breasts.

“You don’t have to…”

“Think I’m lying, brat?” You shake your head.

“Satoru, you're perfect.”

“Yeah, and so are you. I’ll have to show you, huh?” He slides off your bra with ease, then he’s gripping your breasts again, moaning, taking one of the peaks into his hot mouth, swirling around your nipple. Your hands go into his silky white hair, back arching as desire hits.

“Ah! Feels s’good, Toru.” You whisper, he looks up at you, pupils dilated, kissing over to the other breast now.

“These tits, these nipples… drive me fucking crazy.” You whine out, as his hand slides down your soft tummy, making it tremble. “Those hips, that waist? That nice ass of yours. Your pretty, perfect face, which is my favorite part. But my second favorite part? This pretty little pussy.” You gasp when he slides two fingers down it, already soaked.

“Mmm! Toru!” He watches you, sliding his finger up to your little clit, rubbing in those little circles, the ones that make you lose it. “F-fuck… mmm, please.”

“Let me take my time, baby. Yeah?” You nod, eagerly, and he smiles, so fucking gorgeous, kissing down the valley between your breasts. Your legs tremble, as he continues sliding down, finger dipping to tease your entrance, stretching your skin just slightly, making you moan. “Sounds so sexy. Feel so wet.”

You’re just whimpering, and when he’s kissing your hips, nipping them, sliding down the bed between your legs, your thighs tremble. He holds them, spreading them wide, and groans when he gets an eye full of you, your bottom half still in lingerie. He parts the swollen lips of your sex, spitting on you then, grinning as he watches it trail down your creamy center.

“You l-like doing that. Huh?” You ask softly, he just moans again, repeating the action, hot and sticky on your cunt. You nearly buck off the bed just from that.

“It just looks so hot. God your pussy’s so pretty… Ugh, I hate to take these off, but I need to see you completely naked.” He gently unclasps the garters, sliding your stockings off slowly, the soft material inching off, soft on your skin. “These legs? These calves even?” He peppers kisses down your legs.

“You make me feel so beautiful, Toru.” He pauses, kissing right at your ankle, looking down at you, desire mirrored in his gaze.

“Gonna make you feel so fucking good.” He slides your other stocking off, then he hesitates at the garter belt and panties. “Hmm… I almost wanna keep these on… but no. Gotta go.”

You giggle, a little nervous when that last barrier is gone, trembling under his hungry gaze, his hands going back to your thighs, spreading them wide. You get so nervous as his big hands run down your entire body, burning everywhere they touch, branding you with him.

“I didn’t… get naked fully. My random two times.” You admit, and he blinks a bit, looking up at your face now.

“I’m the first to see you like this?” You nod, biting your lip then.

“Yeah I was too insecure I think. You make me feel so good.”

“Baby, I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll forget everything.” Your heart races, as your cunt gets soaked, when he flicks his tongue on your clit, your hips buck up and you cry out. “Fuck you till you can’t think,” he murmurs, sliding a tongue all the way up your slit, those eyes watching you. “Until all you can do is scream my name.”

“T-Toru…” Your hips slide up again, for more of his mouth, more of his tongue, teasingly flicking you between your glistening folds, parting and then shoving his tongue deep in you, wetness pours out when he flicks it back out. “Mnh, s’good…”

“Soak my face baby girl. Fucking soak me.” You whine out, and obey, as he slides a finger deep in your cunt then, and you pulse around him, making him moan on your clit, vibrating it. Now you’re gushing all around his finger, onto his face, down your ass onto this fancy fucking blanket, whining and gripping his hair tight. “You taste so good, I can’t get enough of you.”

“Ple-ease…” You don’t even know what you’re asking, as your stomach sucks in, and your hips rock on his perfect face, as he’s using his finger to push inside your little gummy walls, hitting that spot he knows so well. “Cumming… cumming!”

“Good girl. All over me. Let me drink you.” You can’t stand it, his voice, his touch, that soft hot tongue rolling in circles, and you’re screaming out, orgasm wracking through you so hard your vision gets fuzzy.

He’s still licking you.

Now he’s got two fingers in you, his free hand exposing your clit as he angles his head, flicking fast on your clit as he fucks you with his fingers. It’s so intense then, you can barely stand it, thighs threatening to close, but he keeps them wide with his arms, sipping every bit of cum that pours out again, making you shaky and weak.

He keeps licking you, relentlessly, and you start to get overstimulated then, walls tightening around his fingers, and you want him, god you want him, that pretty huge cock in you. You’ve never wanted anything more, desperately yanking on his shoulders, nails digging in, whining in the back of your throat.

“T’much… it’s… please!” You can’t speak, you can hardly think, and he pauses, taking a breath, his eyes drunk on you, sliding his fingers out and planting a messy kiss on your sloppy little cunt.

“Only two orgasms, that’s nothing.” You blink, and he laughs, sliding up you then and shoving his fingers in your mouth. “Taste how yummy you are. Mmm, good girl, suck these clean.”

You feel high off him, as his hard body presses down on you, as he watches you, licking his lips, covered in your slick. You roll your tongue around his thick, long fingers, sucking them with a pop, and you feel his length, hard and insistent on your inner thigh. You reach down, sliding up his length, watching him flutter those pretty white lashes, hot in your hand.

“Gonna make you cum so many times you wanna pass out.” You make mewling sounds from the back of your throat, as you smear his precum on his tip. “Jesus… fucking… I need you baby. Need you.”

“Then take me, Toru.” At that he groans, lifting your leg up and pulling your hips down quickly, hot thick tip at your entrance, slamming his mouth on yours, just teasing you then, pushing in just the tip, making you whine and rock against him for more.

“You’re so fuckin greedy, aren’t you? Are you so slutty for me?” You feel your cunt throb around nothing, at his words, words that should maybe offend you, but just urge you on.

You whine out, pushing up again, but he holds your pelvis down, smushing it into the mattress, grinning down at you. “Toru, fuck!”

“Beg for it then.” You roll your eyes, overheated, and he’s just smirking like a fucking asshole.

“You’re such a dick, ugh! You know you want to. Feel how good it is…” You tighten right around that teasing tip, feeling it leaking into you, and he groans at that, grip brutal.

“Fine, I’ll get you to beg.” He pulls away and you’re crying out, when he’s just fingering you again, scissoring those two fingers in your tight entrance, soaking his hand. “So wet, aren’t you? Just for me?”

“Yes, just for you! Don’t want fingers… want your cock.” He just laughs, pushing your arms up with one hand, grabbing your wrists and shoving them over your head, leaving you helpless.

“Beg for it brat. Say you want me to fuck your insides up.”

“Oh God- ngh- fucking jerk!”

“Fine.” He pulls his fingers as you’re about to cum again, and you’re losing it, chest tightening as your tummy can’t stop clenching, your cunt just aching for him now, to the point it hurts.

“Please, okay, please!”

“Say ‘please fuck my insides up’. Oh, add Professor.” You glare at him, yanking him down with your thighs since he has your arms useless, and he exhales in pleasure as his cock rubs against your slick heat.

“You’re so stupid. Immature. Idiot.” He grins at that.

“You’re not getting fucked then. Poor baby.”

“Satoru…”

“Ah-ah.” He bites your lower lip, so beautiful above you, with those glossy lips parted, his eyes blown out, soft white hair falling over his brow. You feel yourself falling into some madness, one that only he can fix. “Say it.”

“I said please fucking jerk. Mmm…” He’s rubbing his cock up and down your aching hole, then up to your clit, and it twitches, making you almost cum again.

“Please fuck my insides up. Professor. Handsome Professor. I’ll keep adding words if you don’t.” You whine more, body throbbing with need.

“Stupid. That’s s-stupid… mnh…” Your head falls back, and he sucks on your neck, biting you then with those sharp teeth.

“You’re drenched. Soaking these nice blankets with all that cum.” He looks into your eyes then, pouting. “Aw, poor little girl. Can’t take it? You want it in you so bad too, look at you. Cock drunk eyes.” He shoves that tip in again, and you begin shattering, just from that.

“Ah! Shit shit shit.” You’re cumming all over, pathetically from that, gushing all over him, and that’s when his brows lower, and he grips your so tight, and you hear him cry out too.

“Fuck you… feel so… oh my god… just say it, I need to fuck this pussy. Feel it cum around me.” You struggle to focus, blinded then, blinking him into focus. “Cumming just from my tip too. You have such a slutty, needy little cunt.

“Yeah, and you can’t take it, you wanna fuck me so bad. Do it.” You tighten again and he nearly falls on you, cheeks flushed, cock twitching in you. You both are stubborn and torturing each other, but you know…

“Say it or I’ll pull out. I’ll lick that pussy again.” You shake your head, so ready and aching you have tears. “You cryin’?”

“N-no! Dick ugh. N-n-no!” He pulls back, making you start to cry now, and you wiggle your body, trying to get your wrists free.

“Say it, brat. Then you’ll get what you want. Don’t you want me to fill this tight little hole the fuck up?”

“Ugh- sadistic- narcissistic-”

“You want it. You love it.” You sigh, as he presses against your hole again, and you’re slippery, hot, wanting that fat tip to just push in.

“I’ll only say this once. Got it.” He laughs a bit, nodding, as you’re a writhing mess under him. “Please fuck my insides up. I want it. Please.”

“Please…”

“Professor, oh my god! Please Professor!” You’re anticipating more of his antics, of him running his pretty mouth, but he releases your wrists, grabbing your thighs and putting them high, and he shoves in you. “Ah!”

You cry out at the pressure, as he’s so deep in you in one thrust, and he exhales, pausing on top of you.

You both look at each other then, as you adjust to the ridiculous pressure, as he feels your tight walls pulsing around him. You look into each other’s eyes, breaths coming in little pants, as he grabs your waist, leaning down, and the way he looked at you then? Like you were everything?

The way he presses in deeper, holding onto you, as your fingers grip his strong back?

The way he just quietly studies you with stark desire in his eyes?

Fuck.

“I don’t have words. It’s…” Satoru Gojo? No words…

“Perfect.” You whisper, and he nods, gulping, prominent adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, as he pulls back, then pushes in deeper, impossibly deeper, making your eyes involuntarily roll back, and his head fall against yours neck, hissing as he pulls out and shoves in all the way, hitting your cervix.

“Fucking perfect.” He murmurs, and then you blink through fresh tears, looking up at him, and he raises a hand to caress your face, so gently. “You’re perfect.”

“Toru…” He kisses your tears off your cheeks, lifting up and rolling his hips, hitting against that spot, and then kissing your cervix, god he’s so long, so thick, just taking over everything you are.

“So tight, so hot. Fuck, baby. Never felt anything like it.” You tremble, emotional at his words, as your body is throbbing everywhere, pleasure like you’ve never felt before, god no one had been this deep, stretched you like this.

“Me either- mnh - nothing… s’good… Toru!” You bury your head against his chest as he begins thrusting, rhythmically, still slow but so intense. “M-more, mmm!”

You arch up, and he’s sliding in deeper, you can feel his cock stretching you out, so thick, so full, and he’s groaning in your mouth, you taste his minty breath mixed with your essence. You just want more, you need more, your nails scratching his back, your cunt just spasming around him, soaking wet, making him tense.

“You ready for me to fuck you good baby?” You gasp, and his eyes take a mad look, brilliant blue, so blue it’s hard to stand looking at him like this.

You just nod eagerly, whimpering, and then he’s fucking into you, thrusting harder, faster, and you’re dripping down his length, squelching sound of your sloppy little pussy swallowing him. He grips you tight, kissing you intensely, messy as fuck, as messy as your cunt and his cock fucking each other. You drink up his moans, and he drinks up your cries.

He’s got one of your legs up over his shoulder now, shoving in so deep you scream at the sensation, as he hits your cervix, and you’re pulsing all around him, making him slam his eyes shut, gripping bruisingly. You feel it building, orgasm washing over you, your eyes slam shut.

“Oh fuck…  fuck… cumming, ngh!” You whisper, and he pushes in and presses up, it’s so intense you can’t breathe.

“Look at me when you cum.” You open your eyes, and he’s rolling those hips again, making your vision fuzzy, your body shattering, and you fall apart, wetness seeping out and around his length, and he tenses, letting out a shaky breath. “You’re just so beautiful, little brat.”

“Th-thank! You! Mnnh!” You can’t focus, as you’re riding the waves of your climax, as you’re more sensitive, as he keeps fucking you through it, faster now, harder, and your cunt is deliciously stretched beyond it’s means, adjusting right to him.

“Like she’s made for this cock.” You’re panting, legs a trembling mess, and he’s brushing back your sweaty hair then, hand sliding up your throat, making you even wetter as it wraps your neck. “Want it baby?”

You nod, whining, clinging to him like he’s your goddamn lifeline, like he’ll tether you to the Earth he is making you careen off of. “Yes, please… choke me, Toru. I trust you.”

“Tap me if it’s too much. I got you though. Got you baby.” You gasp when he squeezes, pressing on the sides of your throat, and the pressure is intense, but it’s a good kind of intense, making everything else just fall away as he starts to thrust in and out. “Feel me in here? Don’t ya?” He presses his free hand on your tummy.

You can’t speak, you’re just drooling, as he fucks deep into you, so deep you can feel his cock in your stomach, right where his big hand presses. Your walls start to tighten around him as he hits all the right spots, his hand squeezing your throat, and your eyes roll back.

You feel your orgasm building again, the pressure in your stomach getting more and more intense, your cunt clenching around him, and he’s just grunting in pleasure, fucking into you like he’s claiming you, but honestly? You were already his, even if it wasn’t said just yet.

“T-Toru!” You can’t get much air out, but it doesn’t matter because he’s listening to your body, reading you like a book, and he knows exactly what you need.

“Cum for me, baby. Let me feel it.” He whispers those words and they send shivers down your spine. You nod, unable to speak, and he tightens his grip, making stars burst behind your eyes, as your ears ring from that grip, as he leans over you so powerful, so into you, just as you were, you could see it. The intensity.

You cum hard then, harder than you had even previously, the fuzziness of your head as the oxygen leaves your body, as you can barely hear with that ringing, your cunt pulsing around his cock. He slows on top of you, and your eyes roll back, you feel just like you’re floating, as he lets your throat go and you suck in a greedy breath, he falls on top of you, cupping your face.

“Feel so fuckin good, baby. Taking me so well, too, aren’t you?” You manage a weak nod with your now sore neck, and he catches your lips, sloppy wet kisses, as he tenses above you, rhythm getting jerky.

You struggle to find words, still gasping for air, still feeling like you’re floating. “Toru… I’m… yours.”

Fuck, you’re stupid, huh?

You tense then, worried you’ve said too much, as Satoru pauses, looking down at you, still holding your face in his huge hands. But then, he exhales, his sky blue eyes glittering as they drink you in, brows shoved together as he rolls his hips slowly again, pressing against that spot that you can’t handle. You cry out at that, clinging to him desperately.

“You’re mine?” You just nod, and he moans out, kissing you again, holding your hips and shoving them down on his cock, you whine helplessly, as sweat drips from his chest onto your breasts. “All mine, baby?”

“All yours, Toru.” His eyes flutter shut, you feel him throbbing inside you, right against your cervix, thickening impossibly.

“This only for me?” His voice gets huskier, deeper, his grip tight as he runs his hand down your body, bending to kiss you again. “Say it, brat.”

“Mnh… you like that huh?” You tease, rolling your own hips up, and he hisses at that, eyes glazing over.

“Maybe I do.” He caresses your face gently, making you melt, and then you feel him pulse again, and he tenses, muscles hard and bunching over you. “Where do you want it, I’m close baby.”

You flush then, looking down for a moment, before your brow scrunches up and your tummy tenses, he shoves inside you deep in a swift motion. “I want it in me.”

He growls, grabbing your thighs then, pressing them up high, the pressure against your breasts making you lose your breath for a moment. “I’m gonna fill you up so good, until you’re dripping down my cock. You want that brat?”

“Please, please Toru. I want it.” He starts fucking fast, rough, hips snapping against yours and slamming against you, and you feel yourself rising, on edge again, whining out his name.

“Can you take all of it, baby? All this cum?” His eyes are mad now, glinting wildly, his tongue gliding along his lower lip, pressing down those thighs more, balls deep, hitting so hard you can’t function. “Answer, brat.”

“Y-yes. I can. Jerk, do it.” He laughs a bit, breathless at you, and you’re about to fall apart again, orgasm building until you feel you’re going to burst.

“Oh yes, milk me with that perfect cunt, fuck…” He shoves in all the way, bottoming out, as you stretch to fit him impossibly, and you feel him then, hot streams of white cum pulsing in you. You gasp at the sensation, as he pumps you full, pulling back and shoving more cum deep inside.

You can’t stop the wetness that’s gushing from your cunt, all around him, as you jerk at the way it feels, so hot and deliciously nasty, as you feel yourself shoving his cum out around him. As he keeps pumping it, oversensitive and whimpering, his cheeks flushed as he kisses you, as you’re a mess under him, barely able to handle any more, barely able to form a thought.

“ Fuck …” He whispers, landing on you, with his heavy weight, and you giggle then, holding onto him, as he kisses your cheeks, your face. “I’ve never felt anything better than painting these pretty insides.”

You’re bright red then, struggling to think of a response, as he caresses your hair, nuzzling your neck. Your hands slide up and down his body, feeling every muscle, crevice, loving every bit of him. His breaths are hot on your chest, as he kisses his way across your delicate collarbone, his soft white hair falling against your overheated skin, blowing it and grinning at you, until he sees it.

“You’re crying… are you okay baby?” He eases out then, hissing at the sensation as you did as well, feeling empty as your pussy throbs, as he’s pouring out of you, so much cum it’s ridiculous, all mixed with you.

“I loved it. I’m so good.” He sits up on his knees, checking you, as if to look for some damage or something.

“Choke you too hard? Go too rough?” He murmurs, meticulously touching your body where he saw marks from him.

“TNo, not at all. I just really loved it.” You swipe your eyes, leaning up on your elbows, as he exhales in relief.

“You’re just a crybaby huh?”

“Dick!” You’re giggling though, when he pulls you tight against him, brushing your hair back gently, tilting your chin up. “It was just really intense.”

“Fuck yeah it was… I’ve never…” He sighs a bit.

“Never what, Toru?” Your hands slide up his bare chest, feeling his heartbeat steady against your hand.

“This? It’s not normal. None of it. Lost myself in you.” You’re crying a fresh set of tears now, and smile tremulously.

“I did okay then?” He glares then.

“Not okay, no. You’re fucking perfect. Perfect fit for me.” As his tone lowers, you feel an impossible desire in your pelvis hitting, god just his words…

“I was worried, you’re so experienced.”

“So even more of a compliment hmm? Elite pussy.”

You just sniffle, smiling, until you both look into each other’s eyes. “You said I’m like your girlfriend, yeah?”

“I did. I’d ask, but no reason to, I know you’re dying to be with me.” He winks and you roll your eyes at him. “It’s true.”

“Shut it, you’re so conceited!”

“Why not be? I’m amazing. You should be conceited too!”

“You’re silly.” He pulls you close, smashing his lips down on yours, and you all breathe into each other, as he pulls you on to his lap, making you gasp a bit.

“You wasted so much cum. Tsk Tsk.” You tense at his tone, at that devilish damn grin, at his bright eyes mad.

“Toru… wha- ngh!” He shoves his fingers in you, pushing that cum in you, already sensitive and achy, you cry out at it, overstimulated and wriggling, as he just holds you firm in his lap, your ass on his hard thighs, cock against you.

“You can take more, can’t you baby?” He cooes those words, so sweet and mocking, and you see the thrill he’s getting, as you shake your head and he pushes dripping cum in you again. “Can’t waste all this, how will I knock you up?”

“Wh-what!?” He’s pushing more, and you feel so hot, like you’re going to lose it, when he’s playing your clit now, and you feel him grow hard. “Again? So soon!?”

“You’re so sexy.” His husky voice moans those words out, and you feel your tiny bit of resolve fail. “Wouldn’t you be hot with my babies in you?”

“Toru, that’s… fucking… crazy! Ngh!” He’s rubbing your clit now, shoving your plush thighs closed.

“Keep every drop, now. Good girl.” You’re soaking his thigh, and he hums at that, pushing you down. “Feel how hot you are. Your cunt is so needy.”

“Babies though!? Are you all kinky and into breeding whatever!”

“You’re really cute.” He kisses your nose, and you glare, just making him smile more at you. “So cute when you’re mad, too.”

“Be serious!”

“Yeah, it’s kinky. But it’s not my fault I wanna fill you with so much cum you can’t function, so much it’ll drip down your thighs at school.”

“Fuck…” You’re making some stupid mewling sound from the back of your throat, leaning closer to him now, desire making your eyes lidded, glazed.

“Like that idea? Is my good girl becoming a slut for me?” You can’t stand it, how much he’s affecting you, how you enjoy these dirty words.

“Shut it, Toru.” He laughs a bit, taking the finger he’d used to push cum in you and putting it to your lips.

“Taste how good we are together.” He whispers, and you eagerly suck on them then, and you see it, how his face changes, from teasing to ravenous. You swirl your tongue and suck them with a pop, enjoying how his full lips part, how his grip on your hip falters. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”

At that he’s got those two fingers up in your sore little hole, thrusting the tips up and hitting that spongy little part, over and over, and you’re so sensitive you almost cum from just that. He’s kissing down your breasts, pulling you to straddle him then, as his legs sit off the edge of the bed.

“Mnh! Toru …” He’s sucking on the peaks of your breasts now, nuzzling between them, before lavishing each with attention, as he grabs your hips and grinds you against his thick length.

“Wrap those arms around me baby.” Your hands grip his broad shoulders, as he grabs your ass, eyes hungry again. “Wanna ride this cock?”

“I… don’t know… how.” He smiles, softly then instead of that mad hatter look of before, hands taking your hips now.

“Want Professor Gojo to teach you?” You giggle at that, looking back into his heady gaze.

“Wanna teach your best student how to ride your cock?” You whisper, rolling your hips then, and he’s grunting at that, thumbs digging into your soft hips. “You’re so naughty, Professor.”

“You’re the naughty one, Miss Brat. You like to really pick on my damn fantasy of you.”

“Just a fantasy about me?”

“Fuck yeah it’s just you.” You melt then, and kiss him, grinding your clit against his length, so good with the slick friction you feel like you’re going to cum right then, trembling and gasping. “You don’t even need teaching. Natural.”

“Toru… Please.” He lifts your ass up now, and he grabs his cock, pressing it at your sopping wet entrance, exhaling as you lean down, bit by bit, just taking him slowly in. “Oh fuck…”

“You feel so… mnh…” He’s just muttering as you sink down on his length, as he watches his cock disappear inside you, your tight walls fluttering around him. “Oh my god…”

“Like that, Professor?” You ask, breathy and shaky, and he just nods then, guiding your hips up and down, until you’re moving on your own, thighs burning as you begin to move, as he gets so deep like this.

“Just like that, Miss brat. Perfect… student… getting… an A. Fuck!” You sink fully now, crying out when he’s back against your abused little cervix, and you can barely move as the feeling hits way too hard.

“An… A… hmm? Shit…” Neither of you are coherent any longer, not as he pushes up, hitting an angle that makes your cunt pulse, making pleasure wave through every inch of your skin. “Ah!”

“A-plus pussy.” He leans back and slides up again, bringing you to straddle him as he lays back now, hands balancing on his hard chest, your hair falling like a curtain across your face. He brushes it back, pulling your hips against his, cock pressing against that damn spot, the one you can’t take.

You arch your back, head falling back as the overwhelming feeling of Satoru’s huge cock so deep at this angle rakes through your body, Satoru uses this opportunity to grab your lush breasts, pinching your nipples. Then, his hand goes lower, thumb rubbing little circles on your clit, and you start trembling on top, so overstimulated, as your thighs clench around his narrow hips.

“You’re so beautiful riding me, baby.” He encourages you with his words, that look on his pretty face, his hands as one grips and one pleases. “Cum all over my cock, please, need to fucking feel it again.”

You’re unraveling, and you start screaming as the orgasm washes through you, and you’re soaking his stomach, liquid gushing all over, making Satoru suck on the finger that had just been stroking you, looking so sexy you can’t handle him. Your thighs grow weak after, and you fall forward, struggling to move, Satoru pulls your hips up as you lay on him.

“Need me to use you baby?” You have no clue what he means, looking at him with cock drunk eyes, body boneless from how much he’s taken out of you.

“Whass… mean. Toru.” You tremble in his hold, as he moans, caressing the face that rests against his chest.

“You don’t move, just let me use you, like my little fuck doll. Yeah?” He jerks his hips then, and you just whimper, clinging to him, pussy so full it nearly hurts. You nod, weakly. “Come hold on to me.”

You slide up a bit, clinging to Satoru’s broad shoulders, fingers on damp skin that shimmers with sweat, and he places the flats of his feets on the bed, eyes drinking your expression in, as he lifts your ass up. Then he’s slamming up into you, fucking harder than he had before, fucking every thought out of your brain, making you completely dumb, all you do is feel.

God, feel everything too. That strong body under you, cock pushing your limits, tip slamming your cervix. How his big hands are so tight on the fat of your ass as he lifts and slams you down hard, then grinds up into you, stubble right above his perfect cock giving your abused clit more delicious friction.

You feel his breath on you, his gaze so addicted, just like yours, you can taste his sweat as you lick and nip his chest, clinging for dear life. Feel his moans vibrate his chest, your tits bouncing and your ass smacking against his muscled thighs. Over and over, he keeps raising you higher and higher, until you can’t take it.

“C-cumming!” You cry out, helpless. He shoved up hard then, pressing and rolling his hips. He shushes you then, smacking your ass and making you squeak.

“Do dolls speak?” You shake your head, thrill rushing as he says that, in that commanding voice. “Good girl, such a good girl. Now you stay still and let me use this perfect pussy.”

You struggle not to move, not to speak, biting your lower lip, brows furrowing, and he’s just fucking into you, until you’re cumming hard all over him, wetness making the squishing sounds of him pounding your pussy obscene. You’re just clinging to him, letting him fuck all the sense out of you.

“Keep cumming all over me, pretty little toy.”

He urges you on, one hand up in your hair now, pulling at the base of your neck, yanking so hard you cry out, but it feels so good, him fucking the shit out of you, slamming into you so damn hard. He’s grunting under you, all sweaty, and you’re just soaking him, his stomach, his thighs, all over, staying still for him.

“Ready for me to fill you, pretty doll?” You nod, whining then, and he locks you tight, shoving up hard and rolling you against him, groaning and just watching you as he pumps you more. “Can you take more, like a good girl?”

“Mnh!” You’re trembling, nails digging into his shoulders, and your head falls to the side, inviting him to bite your neck then, as he shoves even more of his hot load in you.

“F-fuck… I never wanna cum anywhere else again. Ruined.” You manage a breathy laugh, as he finishes pouring cum, and it’s just getting pushed out of your little stretched hole.

“Can the doll talk?” You tease, he smirks, nodding and rubbing his hands gently down your arms. “That was hot as fuck.”

He grins, kissing you then. “Baby I have so much to show you.”

“All this weekend?”

He frowns. “We will not just fuck this weekend.”

“But-”

“You can come to my place. We’ll just be careful. You think this is gonna be it? Fuck no. Addicted.” You moan at his words, cupping his face and sliding up him, he pops out of your cunt, and you pour more of a mess on him.

“I’ve been addicted. God, it's so hard not to play with myself in class.” He chuckles at that, devious grin on his face.

“You should though.”

“What!”

“Fuck it’d be hot. Record it.”

“You’re nuts, Satoru!”

“You like it, don’t you?” You sigh, nodding with a shy smile. “So shy like I didn’t just pump two loads of cum in you.”

“You’re so freaky!”

“You haven’t even seen freaky yet. That was very Vanilla.”

“Pushing cum in me?” He wiggles his brows at you. “Okay… then what’s not vanilla?”

“You’ll get there.” He taps your nose and you roll your eyes, but fuck you’re crazy intrigued. “I’ll go start the Jacuzzi and clean you up.”

He sits up carefully, picking you up with ease, and you cling to him, snuggling against his neck, suddenly feeling your entire body aching. Spots you didn’t even know existed. He sits you up on the little sink then, washing one of the fluffy cloths and then bending down, making you close your thighs a bit.

“Let me clean her. Don’t be embarrassed.” You sigh, spreading your thighs, completely naked in the little bathroom, as he cleans up his cum that’s sticking to your inner thighs.

“You came a lot.” He laughs, the sound so pleasing it makes your chest tighten, then he sighs, rubbing your inner thighs with the wet cloth gently.

“Yeah I haven’t came that much before.”

“Pent up, Professor?”

“No I jack off thinking about you a lot. Guess not the same.” The way he, Satoru Gojo, the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen, casually talks about being so thirsty for you?

Fuck.

“So those two months, you… fucked around though. I mean, you never knew if you’d see me again.” He frowns a bit at that, walking to the jacuzzi to turn it on.

“I haven’t been with anyone since you sat in my class.”

“Really?”

“How could I, when I look at you and realize everyone else is… just nothing in comparison. But, yeah after the club I tried. I didn’t know what that was, it was scary as fuck, how’d I like eating pussy better than any sex I’d had. That taste .” He bends low, kissing your puffy lips then, and you suck in a breath, brushing back his hair.

“I mean we are just now… dating? So it is okay whatever happened.”

“Did you…try at all?”

“No. Knew everything would be shit after it.” He kisses your inner thigh then, looking up at you, resting his head on your thigh, as you continue to brush his hair, like he’s worshiping you.

“I couldn't cum with them, it just… I don't know. Felt off. Are you upset I did before you came to…”

“No not at all!”

“I'd be so mad if you did.” You blink at that.

“What?”

“So mad. That anyone else got this but me.” You suck in a breath as he rubs up and down your slit then.

“Toxic ass Professor.”

“Needy little brat.” 

He's picking you up again, your legs wrap right around him, as he carries you into the steaming jacuzzi, the warm water enveloping your exhausted body. He sets you down gently, and you lean back against his chest, letting the bubbles tickle your skin as his arms wrap around your waist.

You sigh contentedly, feeling the tension in your muscles begin to melt away. His hands slide up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples, and you arch your back into his touch. "Ugh, that feels so good," you murmur, eyes closing at his touch.

He chuckles, kissing the top of your head. "You're so responsive, Miss Brat. It's like your body was made for my touch." His fingers pinch and tug at your nipples, and you can't help but let out a little moan.

"Toru…" You breathe out his name softly, eyes opening to look at him, as his head is bending over you, tilting your chin so that your lips meet, as the bubbles rush across both of your bodies.

“Is it made for me?”

“Do you think so?”

“Mmm… I think it's why no one got you off. Had to wait for me.” You cry out when he spreads your thighs, jets streaming against your pussy.

“Maybe I am then. But… I'm also mnh… scared. Are you?”

“Terrified. Think you're actually a witch or something just fucking with me.” You giggle, breaking some of the tension, then you're writhing under his touch as he strokes your pussy under the water.

“It's like I can't get enough of you. That's scary Toru.” He moans, kissing down the side of your neck. “I don't wanna get hurt.”

He pauses at that, looking down at you then. “You think I'll hurt you?”

“The situation moreso. It's so much unknown. But it feels so perfect right now.” You take his free hand in yours, entwining your little fingers in his long ones. He exhales.

“Fuck the world for now. Just me and you tonight. Mmkay?” You nod, then you're gasping as he's fingering you, as you feel his hard cock against your back, hot and insistent. “Wanna stay buried inside that pussy.”

His words break you, you're shivering in his hold. “I don't wanna leave this little bubble.”

“Then focus on this. Let me make you feel so good, yeah?” You shamelessly arch back against his touch, turning and touching his face, water droplets falling from your fingers down your wrist, as his finger pushes in, pumping, just watching you as your face contorted in pleasure. “So fuckin pretty.”

“I’ll already have more sex than I’ve ever had if we go again.” You whisper, and he laughs a bit, then groans when he hits your g spot, and you’re crying out, soaking him.

“I’m mad anyone ever fucked this pussy.” He purrs those words, making your shiver, his free hand cupping your face and eyes boring into you.

“Are you?” He nods, kissing you then, as his fingers hit your spot over and over, building back up a sweet pressure.

“So fucking mad. That anyone ever even kissed these lips.”

“Toru…” You’re emotional then, as he’s so possessive, but all it does is turn you on, make you soaked even under the hot water of the jets. “Maybe I’m mad anyone ever kissed you.” Your words are a ghost of a whisper.

“Get me to forget anyone ever has, then.” You turn, straddling him, your breasts popping up, water falling in rivulets as you lean in, kissing him deep, tongue stroking his, as you feel his hardness under the water, pressing and insistent.

“Is that a challenge, Professor?” Your eyes lock, and he makes you feel so sexy, so confident in that moment, that you roll your hips and slide his thick cock between your soaking lips, watching him unravel himself. “You gonna make me forget too?”

“Bet you already fucking have, huh?” You bite your lip, as his hand slides down to grip your ass, holding you tight against him as he starts to rock his hips, his cock sliding along your slit further, and you’re trembling, close to cumming. “Not a damn thought of any idiot in your brain.”

“Only you, the only… idiot…” He scowls, as you giggle.

“Gotta shut this mouth up, little brat.” He stands then, and you gasp as he’s dragging you out, bending you over the sink and smacking your ass hard, it’s dripping wet so it burns horribly.

“Ow, shit!” You glare back at him.

“Idiot huh?”

“My handsome idiot!”

Smack.

“Ow, ow, ow. Your hand is too big!” He smacks your ass again, pulling your hips further up.

“Say sorry, don’t be such a difficult student.” You bite back a moan at his tone, as he barely grazes your slick heat with one finger.

“Gonna punish me, Professor? Where’s your yardstick- ah!” Your legs shake now, as droplets fall off your body from the jacuzzi, as the cool air of the bathroom hits your wet skin and you shiver.

“Say sorry, Miss Brat. I can smack this nice ass all fucking night.” He does so again, right between your thighs, hitting your over heated pussy too, and you groan out at the sensation. “Pretty, slutty little student.”

“Slutty for you, Professor. Mmm.” He grabs your ass now, and you shudder as you feel his cock at your entrance, probing the inner parts of your glistening lips then, just teasing.

“If you would be a good girl, I’d make you cum again. But no. You’re a little brat.” He pulls back, and you whine, as he’s landing another smack.

“Please, Toru, I need you again. Please.” You look to him, seeing the hunger in his gaze, then he leans forward, pressing you against the counter, and you feel him shoving your thighs closed around his cock. “Toru!”

“Say sorry, brat. Say how smart I am. Oh and handsome while you’re at it.” He huffs then starts fucking between your slippery thighs, groaning and gripping your hips, just torturously teasing your pussy.

“You’re not an idiot… well you are but- never mind Toru you’re smart! Just a little silly- ah!”

“Silly huh? Well. Let me keep fucking your plush thighs, not your pussy. It’ll make me cum… oh fuck… this is all I need.” You grip the counter, only feeling the underside of his cock as he ruts into your inner thighs, that squeeze him tightly as you struggle to hold it together.

“Toru… s-sorry. Sorry. Please.” He hums, and you feel his precum smearing against your slit for just a moment, making wetness trickle out of your little hole. He groans at that, pausing.

“Soaking wet from me fucking your thighs? Not even touching your needy little pussy?” You feel tears of frustration, as you arch your ass, looking in the mirror then, seeing his reddened cheeks.

“You wanna be in my pussy. Don’t just want-ah- these thighs, do you?”

He grins at your reflection. “You cryin again, huh?”

“Fuck you, Professor .”

“You’d like me to, Student. Oh she really wants me to.” He leans forward, thrusting again and again, just barely grazing you, and he comes to grab your hair, still damp, pulling it so your head is arched.

“I said please. You’re so sadistic ugh!”

“I can cum from these thighs no problem. Feel so good.” He’s forcing you to watch in the mirror, as he mercilessly thrusts, and you want more, god you want more, you’re a whimpering mess. “So wet for me, should I give her any attention?”

“Ple-ease… Toru. Please.” You gasp when he presses his cock up, pushing the tip against your clit, and your hips buck, hands clenching the counter tightly. “Fuck, yes, please!”

“Demanding little brat. Say it, how smart I am.” You roll your eyes, then he stops, going back to your thighs. You panic.

“So smart, Satoru! Smartest… man ever. Please.” Your eyes catch his, and you pout.

“Puppy dog eyes, really?” You nod, and he sighs, stuttering his hips movements then. “Okay I’m smart and…”

“Gorgeous. Fuck!”

“And…”

“And… have a huge cock.”

“Mmm, we’re getting there.” His lips kiss down your neck, and one of his hands finds your clit then, you cry out at it, grinding shamelessly on his hand. “I like you so desperate, looking so fucking stunning, but you beg for me.”

“You’ve got… a hell of a… praise kink.” He bites your neck hard at that, and it just makes you wetter, more desperate. “Please, I need your cock in me.”

“You love this cock huh?” You don’t bother to play, you nod, struggling to press against it now, making his grip tighten around your waist. “Say it.”

“I love your cock, Toru.”

“And I love this pussy, baby.” At that he finally is back at your entrance, and you eagerly arch up, hissing when he’s nibbling that spot again, pushing past that tight little ring of muscles, moans vibrating your skin.

He’s in you again, fucking in deep, making you feel like you’re going to pass out, as he’s stroking your clit with his finger, the other hand now back in your hair, and he’s pulling on it so you’re forced to look at him in the mirror, to see his smug expression as he’s owning your body.

“T-Toru!”

“That’s it baby, you’re gonna scream my name, got it?” You nod, unable to speak then, and he starts to fuck you, hard and fast, his hips slapping against your ass, his cock hitting all the right spots, making you moan and whine and beg for more. 

He’s so deep, so intense, and then you’re just there, shattering around him, your orgasm ripping through your body quickly, making you scream, making him tighten his grip on you. “Oh Fuck… Toru!”

“That’s it, pretty, that’s it.” He urges you on, pushing down at the middle of your back, and yanking you by your hair. “Want me to fuck you until you can’t think?”

“Please, Toru… please.” He slams again, cock so deep it’s hard to handle physically, your mind is going numb, your head spinning, as he keeps pushing into you, over and over, his balls smacking your clit with each push, his weight on you as he presses you in the counter.

He tilts your head, lips a breath from yours, dominating everything you are, fuck you couldn’t think of anything . That he’s your professor, that you’re his student, that you all don’t know each other fully yet, that you’re begging him to fill you. To use you. That you are falling so deep you’ll never be able to be without him.

That was so scary.

But…

Fuck he feels good, fuck he’s pretty, his eyes swirling with desire, his breath hot on your lips, cock pressing in so deep you can’t figure out where you begin and he ends, Satoru is all your senses. His hard body, thick cock, pretty damn face, kissing you deeply then, roughly, tongue sloppily sliding against your lips, lips that burn for him, body that is wrecked for him.

“Keep saying it baby,” he whispers against your lips then. Keep saying my fucking name.”

And you do, your voice hoarse as you chant his name against his lips. “Toru. Toru. Toruu… T-Toru!”

“Yes, baby, yes. Cum all over me again. Let me fuckin feel it.” You whimper at that, your legs shaking as he’s just taking you apart, so beautifully destroyed in his arms. “That’s it, that’s it. You’re so good for me.”

“Toru I fucking… I love…” You almost say it. Almost say you love him. Have you lost your fucking mind? Have you…

He groans, holding you tight around the waist with one hand, kissing the side of your neck, his hand stroking your clit gently as he’s still buried deep, damp skin sliding against your back. “You love… what. Say it.”

“C-can’t. Can’t. Fuck… s’good… Toru!” He’s pressing you further down, cock railing you hard now, and your cunt is so slippery, as he fucks the remnants of his cum out of you, and you’re soaking wet now as you keep cumming.

“Feel so perfect, milking me for everything, fuck.” He slows his thrusts, resting his head against your back, kissing it, hands trailing down your spine, and you’re cumming so hard, so sensitive, so exhausted, you barely register anything. All you know is Satoru Gojo now. It’s all you want to know.

“Toru… s’much… I can’t… fuck!” He presses in, exhausted, gripping you in that big bruising hold, making that sexy sound from the back of his throat.

“Why do you feel so good? So perfect? Never felt… anything… like you.” He’s slowly shoving his cock against you, then pulling fully back out nearly, then again, torturously slow. “S’tight… s’good baby.”

“You’re… s’good… want you… for…” Satoru groans, leaning up and yanking your head up, kissing you, desperate, messy, greedy. “Say it… that she’s mine. This pussy. Mine.”

“It’s yours, Toru. Yours- ngh!” He’s pressing against you, flicking your clit again, and it’s too much, you’re screaming, tears pouring down your face, as he kisses you again, again.

“Fill you up again. Never-ah!” He hissed as he started twitching inside you, that thick tip leaking that precum against you. “Never… anyone… else. In you. On you. Just… me… say it.”

“Toru…” You whine, you can barely handle anymore, he picks you up and pulls you against his cock, and you almost fall, if it wasn’t for him holding you, your legs completely give out, he fucks you to the brink of losing conciousness. “Don’t want any-mnh-one. Jus’you… Toruu, please.”

“Only want you. Only you.” You’re crying more now, as his words hit your stupidly fucked brain, the one that isn’t working, and you crave them, need them.

“Love this. Love it. Love… ngh fuck!” He’s gonna fuck it out of you if he doesn’t stop, but finally, he presses in one more time.

“Filling her up. Again. Feel me up here.” He presses your lower tummy, and you whine, pathetically, as he’s kissing you, pressed over you, feeling his cock pulse inside you now, his own orgasm hitting, filling you up with his warm cum, making your pussy spasm around him. “Oh-fuck… baby.”

“Toru… Toru…” It’s like all you can say is his name, as he’s still coming, how much cum could there be? You’re just a trembling mess in his arms, he’s made you into a puddle of nothing.

“Perfect. Fucking perfect.” He whispers, kissing your shoulder, then easing up off you a bit, heart racing as he pulls out, and you feel so empty, you whine, at how sore your pussy was.

“Love.. it… mnh…” You can’t form a word properly, and Satoru helps you up, turning you to him then, and when your legs give out he catches you, holding you tight against him, his beautiful hazy blue gaze on you. You press your hands against his perfect marble chest, looking up at those perfect features, his white lashes low, eyes lidded.

He caresses your face, exhaling, and you both stand there, breaths erratic as each of you comes down from the high that was each other. “Love what?”

You’re flushed, exhausted, sweaty… you bury your face against his skin, hot and sticky from the exertions of taking you. God, that had to be the word, he took you.

“Love this. So much.” You whisper, as he sighs, snuggling you tight. “Like I knew it was going to be good, but this?”

“Fucking ridiculous. We fit so…”

“Perfect.”

“Yeah, that.” He tilts your chin up, wiping your face. “You’re so getting an A all semester.” You giggle at him then, as he helps clean you up again, and leans down between your thighs. “Oooh, beat her up.”

“Shut it!” You shove at him with your foot on his shoulder, and he just laughs a bit, taking you by the ankle, pressing your leg up and kissing it, making you sigh in bliss, as you watch this gorgeous man fawn over you.

“Pretty ankles even.” He kisses the top of your foot. “The feet even. I don’t even like them but you know, they’re cute.”

“Flattering me, hmm?” He gives you that wolfish grin, the one that lights up his handsome face, and you melt, as he kisses your thigh, then you gasp when his hot breath is on your soft tummy, kissing it.

“Tummy will be so hot filled with me.”

“It already is!” He smirks, pressing on it, eyes wildly blue, his pupils so blown out at this point it hurt to look, but it hurt so fucking good.

“And your poor little cunt.” He kisses it now, and you shiver, hips rocking as you press your ass against the counter. “Bet she hurts huh?”

“You’re a demon.” You mutter. “Ah-don’t no no!”

He’s flicking his tongue, groaning as he slides it up your slit, tasting both of you, making you nearly fall apart as the sound vibrates against you. Your hands grip his shoulders tight. “God we taste so good together.”

“We do… don’t we?” You whisper, making him look up at you, so… god is it lovingly? Can’t be… but…

He licks himself and you off your slit, popping a sloppy kiss on your puffy clit then, leaning up, planting little kisses everywhere, hands brushing against every mark you hate. Those little stretch marks you hate on your inner thighs, the little roll as you sit that smushes just a tiny bit, the little birthmark, the freckles decorating your shoulders, just touches you everywhere, kisses everywhere.

You fade into it, head lolling back, exhausted, spent, loving it, loving…

Him.

Satoru Gojo.

“You’re so pretty.” He whispers, as you kiss him now, wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning against his hard body.

“You make me feel pretty, Satoru. Thank you.” You whisper, cupping his face, and he shakes his head.

“Don’t thank me. Thank me for making you cum so hard you can’t walk.” He says, husky, and you suck in another cry, your well fucked face staring up at him.

“I’m so sleepy, Toru. You’ve fucked all the energy out.” He laughs again, and soon you all are getting changed, you’re in little pajamas that have cute little skulls on them, he’s in a pair of bright blue boxers, nothing else. “God… don’t know if I’ll get used to your body… like art.”

“That’s so cheesy! But it's true.” He winks, and you shove at him, until he’s tickling you and you’re screaming.

“No, stop, hate it ugh!” He tickles your waist, your hips, as you laugh, and he laughs, finally relenting, and you realize he’s on top of you in the bed, and it’s night time and… 

“Ready to cuddle, baby?” You nod, eagerly, you had been unsure… were you all gonna just sleep? Or-

“I’d love to cuddle. I get hot at night though.”

“You’re always hot.” He snuggles against you, pulling your back against him, strong thighs around your plush ones, your ass against where this demon was semi hard again, arm around you, hand on a breast. “Good thing I’m cold alot.”

“That works out.” He snuggles up, throwing the soft blanket over you both, and you already can feel your eyes drooping as the adrenaline starts to fade, lulled by the steady breath against your temple, as he kisses your head.

“I’ve been waiting to get you in my arms. Snuggle you.” You turn to look up at him then, how young and cute he looks like this, with those puppy dog eyes and his pretty little smile. You brush his soft hair back.

“I’ve also wanted to. This is much better than my shitty dorm bed though, you couldn’t fit. Too tall. Too beefy.” You pinch his thick arm, and he chuckles.

“I’d break that bed huh?” You giggle again. “I’ll just fuck you on the wall, your dresser…”

“You’d break those. Flimsy.”

“We’ll find out. Have the people wondering what the knocking on their walls is, and it’s the goodie goodie getting railed.”

“Toru!” He snorts, kissing you softly, moaning contentedly.

You feel perfect in his arms, God he can’t believe you’re here, you’re real, you’re so soft, you smell so good, and you’re so…

“Beautiful.” He murmurs, and he watches those pretty cheeks tinge pink, watches those dark lashes lower over your eyes.

“You’re beautiful, Satoru.” You whisper, as you look back at him, arm reaching behind you to play with his hair, making him feel so good.

“Course I am.” You roll your pretty eyes, you seem to enjoy him being… well, him… it was like he didn’t have to pretend, like he didn’t have to put on a show. He wonders if you know that.

He wonders…

You said love didn’t you?

The way you look at him, with those glazed over eyes, so full of affection… the way your lips part and you gasped when you saw him shirtless the first time. The way your hands entwined as he… made love to you. Satoru Gojo, the man who typically does backshots and gets blow jobs (of course he likes to eat pussy) but your pussy has him insane.

He tasted you after sex, he’d just wanted to. He’d not done that before, he’d not cum in a girl unprotected three times. He usually didn’t cum in women, aside from a couple serious girls of the past. But you? Fuck he wanted to knock you up, a stupid, wild idea, that he could imagine, as he presses your soft tummy, thinking about how much he’d put in you.

He’d never cum that hard.

He had more fun pleasing you than he ever had with anyone.

You’re so precious, as you just look at him, eyes fading as sleep pulls at you, sighing, and he tastes your sweet breath, as he feels it warm against his lips. You make this little sound, a little whimper, so content, as he studies you, every bit of you, more and more precious by the second.

“Toru… you working that case-” you yawn then. “Tomorrow?”

“I am, you’re coming with me. It’s for my old friend Sukuna. God, I think it’s like his tenth divorce now.” You giggle a bit, snuggling against his shoulder now, little hands gripping the arm wrapped around you. God, your touch…

“I’d never divorce unless it was… awful. I don’t wanna give up. If I ever do get married.” He lays behind you, head on your shoulder now.

“You ever dream about it, wear wedding dresses and run around?” You shake your head.

“Didn’t live that kinda life, Toru.” He tenses.

“Oh fuck… I…”

“It’s fine, promise.” You kiss his hand, snuggling even deeper, he feels that lush ass on him, those soft breasts against his arm. God he could go again, if you weren’t clearly so fucked out. “Why, wanna marry me Toru?” You mumble, and he just laughs a little bit.

“You wish, don’t you Brat,” you just hum at that. “Why are you so sleepy with me, am I boring you little brat?”

“No… you’re comfy.” You’re comfortable with him, clearly, as you fall asleep on his arm while he drives, drooling on his jackets. But it was cute. It was sweet. He loved it, actually. “I’m s’happy, don’t wanna leave this spot.”

“You just like my cock on your ass.” You giggle, sleepy, sighing and shaking your head, your drying hair falls soft against him.

“I’m sleepy as… fuck.” He laughs.

“Too many orgasms?”

“Hush. Good night, Toru. Sweet dreams.” You lean back again, kissing him, eyes fluttered shut, with those soft lips. He sighs, kissing you back, savoring your sweet touch, how good your mouth feels.

“Good night, pretty little brat.” You smile against his lips, then turn your head back around, and you fall asleep, as his hand slides up, feeling your heartbeat steady against his palm, kissing your head again, just inhaling you, like blossoms…

“Toru, don’t leave.” You say a few moments later, and he looks at you, blinking sleep from his eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere. Why?” He leans over to see your brow furrowed, hands gripping him tight, you’re clearly asleep and having some… bad dream or…

“Don’t wanna lose… love… Toru.” Satoru lays there, his heart pounding in his chest, and then he hears you exhale, and in minutes there’s the faintest snore.

He’d smile at how cute it was but…

Again, that one word out of your perfect mouth, punches him in the stomach. How could that be? Sure, friends loved him… parents, another story… and women always would say that, say they loved him. Maybe they did, who knows, but he’d never really felt it. Not like the way you just exist near him and fuck, that word.

It felt so good.

He loves this, cuddling you, having been inside you, had you cumming on him, god but you’re sexy. He wants you so much it hurts. Now that he’s had you it’s a million times worse, too. This uncontrollable feeling, the one where he just constantly needs to be near you, even though it’s next to impossible for now.

For now.

Would you wait? Would you move on? He couldn’t handle it.

He can’t lose you.

“Toru…” You’re murmuring his name in your sleep, and he delicately fingers that bracelet then, smiling as he thinks to himself, he knows what charm to add to it.

He drifts off, nuzzling your neck, and falls into a deep slumber.

Some time that night, you wake up a bit and blink in the dark room, stirring in your sleep, but then you feel him, his strong arms around you, one long leg on top of you, and his chin resting on the top of your head. His long body overtakes you, but it also protects you, and you feel so… peaceful. So blissful.

You turn in his arms, and look up at him, at his pretty face as he sleeps, his full lips rested apart, his long eyelashes casting shadows under his eyes. His pale skin glints in the dark room, just the moonlight filtering through the blinds, hitting his cheekbones and highlighting them. You gently run your hand down his face, and he nuzzles it unconsciously.

Love.

You’ve never felt love. Aside from Maki, Yuta. But this?

Is this all consuming feeling, this overt affection, this need, this desire… the feeling that overwhelms you. The one that makes your heart race, chest tighten, the endless thoughts about him. About the man becoming so precious to you, even if it’s a mess, and he’s conceited, and it’s ‘wrong’ and this and that. You’ve never felt happier than being in his arms.

You brush worries away, just for now.

Instead, you brush his soft white hair, running your fingertips against his scalp, burying your face in the crook of his neck, as his arms pull you tightly against him, and he whispers your name in your ear. You tense, looking up, at his angled chin, his slightly open mouth, running a thumb across it.

Does he dream of you?

It seems mad, this whole thing. But…

When you snuggle back in his arms, you’ve never felt so good, so… at home. What was a home, really, to a girl like you?

Satoru’s arms.

Now you just wanna do anything to be able to stay.

Chapter 7

Ao3 chap:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56895382/chapters/147159391

[gyupinkys]

SVT- mafia series

SVT mafia au one shots.

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

Seungcheol is not a nice man. How could he be? To run a mafia you need to be ruthless and you are no exception to that behavior. No matter how many times he fucks you and tells you he owns you, he will never mean it. Thats until he see's you being a little to friendly with Shownu.

POUT SOME MORE

CRY SOME MORE- pout some more pt.2

YOON JEONGHAN

You were assigned this case and expected to succeed. 7 years working as a detective gives you experience like no other. So what happens when Jeonghan figures you out? Offers you an ultimatum, help him out or he rats you out.

ONLY ANGEL

THE DEVIL-only angel pt.2

HONG JISOO

People need to stop telling Joshua he's crazy. You just make him do crazy things. Like stealing one of Seungcheol's helicopters to break you out of jail, but what was he supposed to do? Leave you in there to die? He could never let his love be out of his hands for too long.

MR.J

WEN JUNHUI

Jun hates lying. He especially hates lying to you. When you two were 7 you promised to never lie to each other, but here Jun is 20 years later lying to you. If you find out what he does you'll hate him... but Jun doesn't want to lose his first and only love best friend.

coming soon..

KWON SOONYOUNG

Soonyoung doesn't play around when it comes to his girl. Despite you being able to fend for yourself, he can't help but worry when you turn up missing. You on the other hand, you're having the time of your life putting a bratty Soobin and his friends in their place.

USE YOU

JEON WONWOO

Wonwoo is a bad man. You're the good girl. So he doesn't understand why he wants you so bad. He wants to own you, keep you as his to fuck, to love, to worship. Tonight is the night he'll finally take you away.

MINE

LEE JIHOON

Jihoon was never one for relationships. His stoic behavior tends to bore the ladies, but he's had is fair share of flings. However, when some low life hacker tries to access his files; he cant help but look into you more, and some more, and a little more until he becomes obsessed. Jihoon makes it his mission to find you.

FOUND YOU

LEE SEOKMIN

"DK, I know you're trying to kill me."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

AMANDA?

KIM MINGYU

Mingyu didn't know a little lady like you could put up such a fight, then again, who would willingly get kidnapped? For the week they have you in the warehouse basement you never shut up and you're driving him insane. Insane enough to accidentally let you go, and accidentally go to your house, and accidentally let you do all the nasty things you promised to do to him.

BOSS YOU AROUND

XU MINGHAO

Minghao is hiding something from you.

You're hiding something from Minghao.

APRIL 6TH, 3:36PM

BOO SEUNGKWAN

Seungkwan's got jokes for days. But whenever you're around he gets tongue tied. You're just so pretty and your hair is so nice and you smell so good and your smile is so bright and you never say hi to him which makes him want you more and- ok he's rambling.

BOO BEAR

CHWE HANSOL

Vernon's a regular at your cafe. All he does is order a large chocolate milk and pretend he's not staring at you. So when four scary looking men walk into your cafe asking about vernon, you dive head first into a life you didn't ask for.

coming soon...

LEE CHAN

You fucking hate Chan. What kind of bullshit name is "Dino". It's like every time you think you've escaped him he's right behind you. You've gotten so used to him constantly bothering you, when he's finally gone you feel incomplete. And to make matters worse he reappears with a girlfriend, a very pregnant girlfriend.

Coming soon...

[theemissuniverse]

Can I request a smut prompt where Liu Kang almost loses you to Shang Tsung, but after he retrieves you back, he’s furious and upset with himself, but you knew just how to calm him down?

Also congrats on 200 followers!!! You definitely deserve it, your writing is amazing 🩷🩷🩷🩷

“MY LOVER, MY LIGHT” LIU KANG X FEM!READER

A/N : Thank you! Hope you like it!

WARNINGS : MINORS DONT INTERACT. praise kink, p in v, m receiving, f receiving, fingering, temperature play, some stuff I probably forgot

MASTERLIST

Shang Tsung almost took your soul. Lucky for you, Liu Kang, your husband, was there to put a stop to it. Even though it was already over, Liu Kang was beating himself up about it.

He should’ve stopped it sooner. He should have never put you in harms way to begin with. In his mind- this was all his fault.

Liu Kang was getting ready for bed. He had his boxers on and was completely shirtless. He was cleaning off his wedding ring as it was bloody from the damage he had done to Shang Tsung’s face.

You walked in the bedroom. You had your red set of underwear on with your red rope tied around you tightly. You watched as Liu Kang cleaned his ring. “Come on, baby. I made dinner. It’s your favorite.”

“I am not hungry, love.”

You tilted your head at him. You hated when he got like this. Guilt-ridden and self loathing. “You can’t starve yourself because you feel guilty. I’m fine.”

Liu Kang finished cleaning the ring. He placed it back on his finger. He did not dare to look at you. “You almost died.”

“Sorry to tell you, honey but that’s the price of being part of Earthrealm’s warriors. Stuff like that can happen.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to be part of Earthrealm’s warriors anymore.”

Your eyes had widen. You were shocked. You were one of, if not, the best Earthrealm warrior. You walked further in the room. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do.” Liu Kang finally turned to you. “(Y/N), I am immortal. You are not. I cannot have you forever. I do not want you to…to fall so soon.”

“I understand but there could be other factors. Like illness or even just everyday accidents. Am I suppose to live my life afraid?”

“Are you suppose to speed up the process of your  demise?”

The room fell silent. Liu Kang sighed at his harsh tone. He sat on the bed and rubbed his forehead to get rid of some tension. “I cannot lose you.”

You sat down next to him. You rubbed on his shoulder to comfort him. “I can’t lose you either. But if we think about all the ‘what if’s’ and the ‘what might’ then we’re gonna drive ourselves crazy. You told me yourself that we needed to focus on actions and not the outcome. It’s all that we can control.”

Liu Kang looked back at you lovingly. It was hard to tell if Liu Kang was crying because of his glowing orbs but you saw tears slipped past his cheeks. “Oh, Liu…” You kissed some of the tears away.

“I love you more than anything. More than myself. More than life itself.” He told you.

You always knew of the strong emotional hold you had on Liu Kang. Liu Kang had revealed to you that in the previous timeline, he was in love with you then and he ended up falling in love with you all over again.

That’s why he was so attached to you. He did not want to lose you again.

“I love you too, Liu.” You gave him a passionate kiss on the lips. Liu Kang immediately kissed you back, cupping your face.

The kiss meant something. The two of you had a hold on each other and you never wanted to leave.

You pulled away from him. You gave him small kisses on his neck. Liu Kang closed his eyes, loving the feeling of your lips on his body.

Liu Kang was already sitting on the edge of the bed. You got off the bed and sat on your knees on the ground. You then started to take his boxers off.

“Love-“ He started to say.

You shushed him, knowing what he was going to say. Although, Liu Kang always appreciated when you went down on him, he’d much rather just go down on you.

You kissed all over him. Liu Kang always got hard very quick when you touched him softly.

You wrapped your lips around him and started to suck on his dick lightly. Liu Kang moaned some. You continued to do this before taking all of him in your mouth and starting to go up and down on him.

Liu Kang, despite being a God, was always sensitive to touch. “(Y/N).” He moaned. When you sucked on his tip sweetly, he flung his body back on the bed in pure bliss.

More moans escaped his mouth. You knew that Liu Kang was more so the slow paced type so you always went slow with him. You rubbed on his thigh as you sucked on him.

The noises of slob each time you sucked him off turned him on even more. “You taste so good.” You said with all of him in your mouth.

Liu Kang felt himself twitch when you said that. He sat himself up on his elbows and watched you as you took care of him. “You look so beautiful.”

You moaned around him at the compliment and it made him twitch even more. It was true. You were amazing to look at.

Liu Kang bit his lip as he watched you undo your robe. The robe fell to the ground and he saw his wife in the red underwear set he had got for her.

You sucked his tip again and he rolled his eyes back in pleasure. “My love…”

You removed yourself from his dick and looked up at him. “You ready for me to ride you baby?” Liu Kang nodded eagerly and you stood up. You took your underwear off. Liu Kang scooted more to the center of the bed.

When you got on top of him, Liu Kang licked his fingers and stuck them in your pussy to see if you were wet enough from pleasing him. You weren’t.

He pumped them in and out of you slowly. You threw your head back in pleasure. Liu Kang watched you as you started to ride his fingers. He loved when you did that.

“Oh baby.” You moaned.

Liu Kang kissed your lips softly. His fingers found your clit and he rubbed it in circles, making you moan in his mouth.

Your hands tugged on his hair and he grunted in your mouth. “Please. I’m ready.”

Liu Kang made sure to feel all of you before deciding you were ready to ride him. He licked his fingers to get the juices off and leaned back.

You got into position. Liu Kang’s hands were on your hips. You slid down on him gently and you both let out a moan.

Your hands lay on his chest and you started to ride him slowly. “Oh yes. You feel so good.”

Liu Kang’s hands started to wander your body. His hands lit up with fire but he was careful not to burn you. He made sure rub all the parts you loved when he did temperature play with you.

“Oh my gods. Liu, you know that turns me on.”

Liu Kang just smiled at you. He helped you ride him up and down while his hands still produced light heat. You were starting to go at a much faster pace. Liu Kang panted slightly. “You know just how to ride me, love.”

You felt the heat die from Liu Kang’s hands which meant it was getting hard for him to concentrate. You continued moving at your fast pace while you undid your bra and threw it down on the ground.

Liu Kang watched your breasts bounce with each time you bounced. He groaned at the sight. “You look so beautiful.” He was close to his release but was holding it for you. “You’re so good to me. I don’t deserve you.”

At that, you leaned down to kiss his lips. “You deserve everything, baby.”

He moaned at your words and gripped on your hips tighter. He panted even more. The feeling of your pussy clenching on him was all too much for him. “You were made for me.

Something about Liu Kang always complimenting you turned you out. You felt love overwhelm your heart. “I love you.”

Liu Kang was always an emotional man during sex so having you tell him you loved him as you rode him turned him on. A lot.

He gently grabbed you before flipping you over so he was on top of you. Liu Kang kept the same fast but sensual pace. He gave you passionate kisses on your lips. “I love you more.”

Liu Kang’s right hand interlocked with yours as he fucked you. He gave you beautiful kisses on your neck and sucked on your sweet spots.

You should’ve been used to how loving Liu Kang was but you still weren’t. Tears welled up in your eyes as he made love to you. When Liu saw this he kissed the tears away.

You felt yourself start to become close. Your hand raked along his back. “I’m so close, Liu.”

Liu Kang kissed your lips once more before speaking. “Cum on me, love. I need you.”

With his words, you instantly came on Liu Kang. When he saw you came on him, he allowed himself to release inside of you.

When the two of you were done, he pulled out. Liu Kang saw the cum slipping out of you and he made it go back inside of you with his fingers. “I cannot lose you.” He repeated but this time with full love.

You pulled him down to your level and kissed him. “I can’t lose you, either.”

[angels-fantasy]

Congratulations on your followers milestone! Can I ask for the prompt "first fight" with Dabi?

Scars and All

Dabi/Touya x Reader

Details/Warnings: lowkey toxic relationship, arguing, kinda angsty LMAO i'm sorry i cant help but make dabi angsty. hurt/comfort i think, angst to fluff? dabi is trying, okay? also dabi is called touya in this fic!

Word Count: 957

hello thank you sm for your ask and the congratulations :) i hope you like this, i really like dabi bc 1) hes hot lol and 2) hes such a well written character. also i'm going to start writing in all lowercase bc its what im used to and upper case drives me crazy!!

loneliness was something that consumed you constantly. it was a scary feeling sometimes, especially because of the things it could drive someone to do.

you wished you didn't feel like this, but you couldn't help it.

before getting into a relationship with touya, you knew of the lifestyle he lived and how much of his time it took up. at first you thought you could handle it, but over time you soon realized that wasn't true. hours of him being gone quickly turned into days, sometimes even weeks and it was driving you crazy. you really wanted to try and continue to sit compliantly and let him do what he wished to do, but you were at your wits end.

sometimes you wondered why you even continued to put up with him, especially when you knew deep down that he'd probably choose to continue committing villainous acts over your relationship.

but you knew the answer to that-it was because you loved him, and sometimes love can make you do crazy things.

so now here you were; sitting on the old couch in your living room. the edges of the fabric having frayed ends and burn marks here and there from the moments touya let his temper get the best of him.

you can't remember how long you've been sitting there anxiously, waiting for your boyfriend to get home, but you felt your heart beat faster when you heard the front door being unlocked.

you wiped your sweaty palms on your pants and took a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself to confront touya, who sighed as he walked through the door and his heavy boots thudding along with each step.

he walked over to you and threw himself down on the couch, placing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. moments like this made it hard to stay mad.

he placed a kiss on your temple, "hey. you miss me?"

you fiddled with your fingers as you leaned further into his chest, "of course i did. i'm glad you're home."

he tilted his head down to look at you, "then how come you don't sound happy, huh?" he asked, squeezing your shoulder as he did so.

you frowned, knowing he'd caught onto your bad mood already. he was way too perceptive sometimes.

"i am happy touya, i promise." you insisted, "it's just..."

"it's just what?"

you sat up from your position and faced him, but it was hard to look him in the eyes. "i just wanted to talk to you about something that's been bothering me."

he looked at you for a moment, expressionless, making you even more nervous until he said, "alright, what is it?"

you took a deep breath.

"you're never home touya, and i miss you." you frowned, "i worry about you and when you're gone for so long i get lonely. i miss spending time with you."

he groaned, "babe, do you not understand why i'm gone? or do i need to tell you, is that it?" he asked.

you regretted this now.

"no, i know why but it's just-"

"if you know why, then why do you fucking ask me?!" he yelled, making you shrink into yourself. you two had bickered over things before and there were even times when you needed space from each other, but touya had never yelled at you like this.

you could feel your eyes prick with tears and the lump in your throat grow, "touya don't yell at me!" you cried.

"i'm yelling at you so you get this through your god damn head!" he snapped, "i can't be here, sitting on my ass like you every fucking day. i have shit i need to do to make my plans happen!"

you gasped at his words. did he really think that's all you did?

"you know damn well i don't just stay at home on my ass, touya! i work too!" you said, tapping his chest with your finger as you pointed it at him.

"i buy the groceries! i make the food! i wash your blood stained clothes! i do everything i can, but you don't know because you're never here!" you yelled, taking a deep breath after so you could continue speaking.

you sighed heavily and spoke softly, your energy gone from yelling. "you're never here touya..." you sniffed, letting the tears run down your cheeks. you brought your hands up to your eyes to wipe them away, "i love you, so i miss you. i just wish you were home more so i don't have to spend my nights all alone."

touya was breathing heavily, but sitting silently as he processed your words. he was perceptive, sure, but he wasn't really good with emotions and dealing with people when they were upset.

feeling guilty, he wrapped his arms around your crying figure and hugged you tightly to his chest. he brought a hand up to your head and stroked it gently, shushing your cries. you stayed like that until your crying had become sniffles with occasional hiccups.

"i'm sorry," he said softly, "i'm sorry i'm always gone. i fucking suck at this, i don't know how to be here for you... but i'm going to do better now, for you, okay? i love you too. i don't say that enough."

you brought your hands away from your face and wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning your head against his beating heart and closing your eyes.

"as long as you try, touya. i know you're not perfect, and that's okay with me. i love you the way you are."

"scars and all?" he asked jokingly, making you giggle.

"scars and all."

authors note

love ya!

[nervoussagittarius]

i know it’s crazy but he’s the one i want

matt sturniolo x reader

summary: part two of strike out. after months of being apart y/n realizes she wants nothing more then to be with matt, and matt realizes how much he fucked up. part one

warnings: angst to smut. oral (fem receiving), p in v, no protection, matchmakers nick and chris

they slammed the door on

my whole world

the one thing i wanted

your world felt like it was turned completely upside down the minute you locked your front door on matt.

you wanted to run after him. you wanted to forgive him for everything, but something in you was telling you to hold back, to stay strong. you weren’t even sure if you knew the matt that stood with you 10 minutes ago. after a month of no contact there’s so much that could’ve changed. you definitely had changed. one one thing that stayed the same though was that you still couldn’t go more the an hour without thinking of matthew sturniolo.

matt blew up your phone that whole night. it took everything in you not to drive over to his house. you were a mess and he didn’t need to see you like that. you were supposed to be strong. you were the one who told him to leave after all.

a few more days past before you got a couple texts and a call from chris. you hesitantly answered. you hated to admit it but you missed him and nick. you missed matt too but you weren’t ready to admit that one out loud yet. “hello?” you answered. there was a beat of silence before you heard a sigh of relief from the other line. “hey y/n it’s chris. listen, i know you haven’t wanted to talk to us, and i understand, but nick and i need your help.” he sounded so stressed that you couldn’t help but worry about the pair. he didn’t give you time to respond before he continued his thought. “i know you don’t want to be with matt anymore, but he hasn’t left his room in almost a week. nick and i completely understand why you did what you did. matt told us what happened.. but he locked himself in and we don’t know what to do.” you teared up at the thought of matt being alone. yeah he enjoyed being by himself sometimes, but never to this extent. you couldn’t help but feel guilt for the way things went down. at the end of the day you were both in the wrong, and you desperately wanted to make things right.

“please just come talk to him. come see him. we tried to wait as long as we could to call you but it’s time. we have your back but he’s still our brother, and we don’t want to see him like this. nick and i really miss you. matt misses you” you didn’t confirm or deny if you would really show up. you wanted to talk to him. as much as he hurt you he didn’t deserve to feel how you have felt for months. you knew how shitty it was. “i miss you guys too.” and with that you ended the call. you didn’t need to specify who you were referring too. chris knew that you meant all three of them, and he hoped that you would come help his brother.

no i’m not coming to my senses

i know it’s crazy but he’s

the one i want

it took you almost two hours to work up the courage to go to the triplets house. you got in and out of your car 3 different times before you convinced yourself to finally turn it on and start driving. the directions were muscle memory at this point. having spent the last two years driving the same streets at least once a day, you weren’t a stranger to the street signs and the traffic. although it was almost 1 in the morning you had no worries about if the boys were awake or not. they always were at this time.

you felt weird pulling into their driveway. a spot that was once reserved for you now felt like a curse. it felt like you’d end up with three slashed tires if you parked there so you opted for parking in the street two houses down. this way if you chickened out before you made it to the door they’d never know.

you didn’t though. you couldn’t because the minute you stepped foot onto their doorstep nick threw open the door. no words were exchanged between the two of you. he instantly pulled you into a hug. you both needed it after the month and a half you just had. “i’m so glad you’re here” all you could do is hold him tighter in response. tears filled your eyes as chris made his way down the front steps to you both. he took his turn pulling you into a hug as well. when you broke apart he ran a soothing hand up and down your arm and let you walk to the living room.

the three of you sat on the couch together and you pulled your legs up into you. single tears streamed down your face every once and a while as you waited for someone to talk. “he doesn’t know you’re here,” nick started. “we didn’t want to tell him and freak him out.” “oh so he’s not allowed to be freaked out so i have to be. got it” you regretted it as soon as you got the sentence out. “sorry. fuck i’m sorry guys. i really just- i don’t know what i’m doing here.” you ran a hand through your hair nervously.

“it’s okay y/n/n we get it. we really just think you guys should talk.” chris said patting your knee. “yeah, we don’t want to pressure you but we think it will help both of you get some closure. so you sit here. we’re going to go out for a little bit, give you some space. if you decide you want to leave then please do so, but we won’t be upset if you’re here when we get back.” they gave you soft smiles as they made their way out of the house leaving you with your thoughts.

once you got the tears to stop, you knew that if you didn’t get off the couch now you would never make it to matt’s room. you were hesitant to knock. you didn’t hear anything in the otherside of the door. you were almost hoping he was asleep so you could go home and forget this ever happened.

as you began to raise your hand the door slowly opened. matt’s head was hung low looking at his phone. your lips parted slightly in shock. he quickly looked up when he noticed someone was standing there. “i- sorr- i um- i have to go.” you barely got out. as you tried turning so you could walk in the other room. “y/n?” matt was in shock and confused. you were the last person he expected to see. he just wanted to run over and hug you, but he kept his restraint. you rushed over to the couch looking for your keys. “i’m sorry i shouldn’t have come. chris and nick called me and i was worried about you but i really shouldn’t be here.” when you got nervous you just talked fast. your mouth couldn’t keep up with all the thoughts running through your head.

matt hadn’t moved from his doorway. he was frozen watching you pace the living room. when he finally came to his senses he spoke up to stop you. “wait please stop. please. i want to talk to you.” matt rushed over to you and grabbed your hand trying to get you to look at him. he fully expected you to pull away, but his confidence slightly boosted when you didn’t.

“please.” he repeated. “please come sit with me.” his words were soft and nervous. you nodded looking up at him. he walked you over to his room hand in hand. matt gestured for you to sit in his bed as he sat across from you. you decided to talk first. you just wanted to know he was okay. “um. your brothers asked me to come talk to you. they said you hadn’t left your room, and i know i shouldn’t be, because of the way we ended things, but i was really worried about you, matt. i don’t want you to be upset. i know i was really mean and i’m so sorry-” “no. please do not apologize.” he reached over to hold your hands. “i deserved everything you said to me. you were right. please look at me, sweetheart. i have been a mess because i feel so shitty about the way i treated you. and i couldn’t look at chris and nick because they lost you too. i feel so fucking bad.”

“i know you do, baby. i want to forgive you i really do, but i can’t go back to the way things were.” both of you had tears running down your faces. you just wanted to hold each other and forget everything. “i promise i can be better. i promise that i can do better. you deserve better then i’ve ever treated you and i will work my ass off everyday to prove that to you.” you moved closer to matt as you held his face and used the pads of your thumbs to wipe his tears. you leaned your forehead against his as you sat there debating what to say. “i know you will, matt. i believe you.” “do you really?” he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. he wanted nothing more then to kiss you but he couldn’t push your boundaries. “i do, baby. i’m so in love with you. i don’t know how i’ve spent this long without you.” you said slightly leaning in to matt.

both of you flicked your eyes between your lips and back to each others eyes. “i love you too.” matt said. “can i please kiss you?” he asked nervously. you guys had kissed millions of times before but something was different this time. you guys felt closer. “please, matt. you can do anything to me.” and with that your lips instantly connected. you two melted into eachother as the kiss deepened. he quickly swiped his tongue against your bottom lip asking for entrance which you accepted. “let me show you how sorry i am?” “please.”

he was chaos, he was revelry

bedroom eyes look like a remedy

matt gently pushed your back down onto his mattress. he took his lips off of yours as he pecked his way down your neck. your hands traveled down his chest as you pulled on the edge of his shirt. he took notice to this and hastily removed the piec rod fabric. he sent you pleading eyes as you nodded at him to take yours off as well. he took your bra off with it and trailed his hand down your arm to intertwine your fingers. your unoccupied hand went to matt’s hair as he placced soft kissed to your boobs. he’s movements become desperate as he attached his lips to my nipple as he gently sucked.

soft pants came out of your mouth as you pushed matt’s head lower towards where you were craving him most. he tilted his head up at you with a smug grin. “yeah baby, is that what you want?” he smirked at you as he shimmied your legs out of your pants and threw them to the corner of his room. he traveled down lower as he started to spread your legs letting him lay between them. he breath met your clit and he turned his head to bite the inside of your thigh.

“tell me what you need, sweetheart” “you, matt. i need you to touch me.” you rushed out. you needed to be close to him. you just wanted to feel him. matt pulled your underwear to the side and ran a finger through your slit. his cold hands tips sent goose bumps through your body. you swallowed thickly as he sent one quick lick to your core. he looked at you for a reaction only to get a nod of encouragement from you.

matt hummed while he wrapped one hand around your thigh spreading you farther apart for him. he slowly leaned into you dipping is tongue deeper into your wet folds. matt could feel the blood rushing to his cock due to your small pants and moans. the tight grip on his hair only encouraged him to keep going. you let out a small scream as he slowly began to enter his fingers into you. “fuck matt just like that.” you said as his middle and ring fingers curled up hitting that spongy spot. matt hummed into your cunt as he violently licked your clit.

neither of you had touched yourselves or anyone else in over a month. the pent up frustration made things go a lot faster then either of you expected. matt began rutting his hips softly into his mattress trying to relieve the tension he was feeling. you clenched around his fingers signally your close orgasm. matt’s head came up as his fingers still thrusted into you. “that feel good, baby. you gonna cum for me. come on, sweetheart. cum for me.” matt didn’t let up as your moans got louder if anything it made him to go in with more force. your orgasm came fast and hard. matt continued sucking as you came down from your high. you panted as matt slowly pulled his fingers out of you.

you started to sit up you you could return the favor only to be pushed back down as matt met you in a kiss. “no baby. tonight’s about you. i just want to make you feel good. i want to show you how sorry i am.” you looked at him with puppy dog eyes. “you do make me feel good matt. just let me return the favor.” you were quickly cut off by the sound of matt’s pants being pulled down. he shock his head at you to deny your request and your hand found the waistband of his boxers as you began to pull his cock out.

he was hard and somehow looked bigger then you remembered. matt’s head fell forward when you started stroking him. his arm that he was using to hold himself up almost giving out at the sensation. you ran his cock through your folds wetting him from you arousal and his precum. he took control as he slid into you, giving you a second to adjust, and then bottoming out at the sign of your approval.

you both let out signs as matt started thrusting into you. he ran his hand up and down your side and placed long kisses on your neck. certain to leave at least one hickey. matt was fully immersed in you. “matt please don’t stop. faster..fuck.” matt had every intention on taking his time with you tonight, to really show you how he feels, but he couldn’t turn down the opportunity. “fuck baby.” matt said speeding up. “faster? you want me to fuck you faster hm? tell me how good i’m making you feel baby.” matt kept up his pace as your hands found his back. your nails scratched down his skin leaving red marks in their trail. you threw your head back in pleasure when matt began rubbing your clit in figure eight motions. your noises only got louder but you were so fucked out that matt laughed when you couldn’t form a sentence. “you got it baby. you’re doing to good for me.” matt’s hips slammed into you surely leaving bruises. “tell me how good i’m making you feel. use your words.”

with one hand on your clit and the other brushing hair off of your forehead, matt soon approached his first orgasm of the night. you gasped and tried to catch your breath to say coherent words. “shit- i- god you’re doing so good, mmh. you feel so good. don’t stop. gonna cum.” you quickly reached your second orgasm. “yeah, you gonna cum,” matt taunted as his motions became sloppy. “good girl, cum with me, y/n.”

both of your orgasms built rapidly and didn’t disappoint. your head flew back in pleasure as matt lowly groaned and let out a small whimper. he rode out both of your orgasms and you reached out to out your head in this chest as you became overstimulated. matt slowly pulled out and fell down beside you as he leaned for his shirt to clean you up. “i love you.” you said as you rolled over to place your head in his chest. “i love you most.” he replied giving a kiss to the top of your head.

thinking it can change the

beat of my heart when he touches me

and counteract the chemistry

and undo the destiny

matt and you layed in a comfortable silence as you held each other. no one could ruin this moment for you two. you saw the comments over the months that you had ruined matt or that you’re a whore and you didn’t deserve him. no one knew the real truth. matt and you were made for each other. you didn’t believe in soulmates until matt came around.

you were still in matt’s bed when nick and chris got home that night. sound asleep you two basked in the presence of eachother. matt’s two brothers saw his bedroom door slightly ajar, they made their way over to see what was going on.

with no comment they smiled at each other noticing your states. they were happy to have their favorite couple back.

you ain’t gotta pray for me

me and my wild boy

and all this wild joy

[the-music-maniac]

I think what drives me a little crazy (in a good way) about zosan as a ship is - ironically - that they're willing to do the worst possible thing, to sacrifice, for a necessary goal unrelated to their relationship. By that I mean that a common romance trope is an individual being willing to sacrifice the world, anything and anyone else, for their lover, and zosan is...not that. And for some reason that drives me more feral than that other romance trope ever possibly could. I find that more romantic than "I would burn the world for you" and I'll explain why.

The root of their specific willingness to sacrifice isn't a shortage of love or care by any means, but a complete trust and understanding of each other. To the absolute core of who they are. I'm going to refer specifically to that agreement between zosan (that I got spoiled on, so apologies if I get details wrong, I haven't gotten there in the story yet - ALSO spoiler warning if you haven't gotten to around Wano, so click away).

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I'm referring to Sanji telling Zoro to kill him if he changes after his stint in Germa, and Zoro agreeing without need for an explanation, telling Sanji to survive until then - that is so fucking romantic to me, and people hold it up as proof that they don't care about each other but to me, it's anything but.

There is a burden of duty to being the wings of the pirate king, and they both take that responsibility seriously. They're both devoted to their captain and to their crew, and to the dreams of their crew. Zoro perhaps more outwardly unwaveringly so, but Sanji is devoted too, different from Zoro but equal in intensity. There are moments when you can TELL they're on the same wavelength, moments where Zoro gives a rare speech on the dynamics of their crew and Sanji is silent because he agrees. Sanji is terrified of hurting his found family, and he's terrified of becoming like his brothers and father. He loves his nakama and so he's willing to sacrifice his own life to prevent from turning into that type of monster.

Zoro is similar. He is willing to die for his nakama, and their dreams. They are in complete understanding of that point. Death itself is not something that scares either of them, there are some things that are worth the price. Potentially for different reasons ahem self worth issues ahem Sanji ahem but that's still something they both understand. Zoro would sacrifice himself in a heartbeat to save Sanji (he already has at Thriller bark), Sanji would do the same (again. Thriller bark), so it's not remotely because they don't care or love each other. They are absolutely willing to give all they are to keep each other from outside harm.

But what happens if the threat to the crew is Sanji himself?

Sanji asks Zoro to be the one to kill him, because Zoro is the only one on the crew who he trusts 100% to do so, to fulfill the promise, who understands. I personally think Luffy would try to save his nakama, even beyond what is possible, at his own detriment. The other crew members would probably do the same (then again I'm still not through the show so feel free to disagree with my interpretation).

But Zoro could do it if it came to that. It would be awful, and it would shatter and change him, irreversibly, heartbreakingly so - I don't agree with people who say Zoro would kill his nakama without hesitation and be fine with it out of loyalty to his captain, Zoro has a heart y'all and he loves his crew - but he could grit his teeth and do it if he realizes it is necessary, that there is no other option. Sanji trusts him to keep his word, to protect the rest of their family. Do you know how telling it is about the level of regard you have for your partner, to trust them to the point where you can easily place the well being of almost all you both treasure into their hands, once you realize you can't be the one to protect it anymore, and know without a shadow of a doubt that it'll be safe as long as it's with them? With knowing they're strong enough to accept the heavy burden of having your blood stain their hands for the rest of their life, the blame for your death on their shoulders, the shadow of you in every single thing they do, inescapable and marking every facet of their life forever? And to trust that they'll not only accept those consequences without hesitation because it's what you asked of them, but will also protect what you both treasure until their last breath, without you even needing to EXPLAIN that that's what you're asking to them to do, because it's the obvious, it's what you've both been doing all this time, it's something you both know so well that no words need to be exchanged, no reassurances need to be given.

And the implication of Sanji wanting Zoro to do this task too, of being okay dying by Zoro's hands because they're equals in every way. Especially since their fighting dynamic is mostly a competitive, I'm stronger than you, I'll never lose to someone as weak as you, blah blah. This is proof that that's not what Sanji and Zoro actually think of each other. Sanji knows that they could kill each other if either of them truly tried for one - wouldn't have asked Zoro to kill him otherwise. Sanji is also fine with Zoro being the one to defeat him. There is an inherent (kinda fucked up) romance to that notion. 'If I have to die, let it be by your hands.'

And on Zoro's part, there's an inherent fucked up romance to keeping your lover close forever because your fingers are stained with the necessity of their blood.

fUCK.

(here is a caveat that I'm viewing this in a scenario where Sanji and Zoro have established that they love each other and are potentially in a relationship. If it's before that you could also flavour it with Sanji's "I love him but I think it's unrequited, actually I think he may hate me, so it would hurt him the least to be the one to kill me" which is JUICY, but just for this post I'm viewing it where they've already established that they're valuable to each other, that they care)

How am I supposed to look at that and not fucking die. It's so much more nuanced and romantic to me personally than "I would burn the world for you" because that trope at its core is a selfish sort of protection. I can 100% see how people find it romantic, don't get me wrong, I'm not judging you if you like that trope, that's so valid. It's "I can't live without you" and "I would choose you above all others" which is romantic, but it's romantic in a different way. Depending on the characters, it's also, I would go to extremes to make sure you're alive, even if there's nothing else left after the carnage except for each other, even if everything else that makes life worth living has been destroyed for survival, and we can only ever rely on each other for the rest of time. I only care about you but not anything else you care about. I won't try to save it, even if you tell me to, even if you want me to, and won't forgive me for all I've done because I can't bear the burden of you not being alive and around anymore.

I get why it's compelling, but that trope could ignore (depending on how it's written) everything else that person could hold dear. Ignores potentially, the agency of the person being protected, a character who could have accepted the consequences and have not wanted the world to burn for their sake, who is strong enough for that burden. And true, maybe the character isn't like that, maybe they just want simply to live a life (valid of them, people are allowed to want happy endings for themselves), but my point is, it's a different archetype of romance for a different archetype of character, but it seems to be more accepted as a romantic trope then zosan's dynamic and I think it shouldn't be that way.

Zosan is the opposite. It suits their character type perfectly. For them, it's "there are things that are worth more than even you and me. I love you, knowing who you are and how you view the world and what other things you value. I love you everyday on purpose, not hopelessly or illogically or blindly, even knowing you may not always choose me. I'm willing to accept the pain of that, just to be next to you. The time we share isn't any less valuable for being fleeting and impermanent. I care about the things you care about and our lives are also worth living because of those things. It would tear me apart irreversibly to hurt you, but I would do it if you asked it of me, I would do it if that's what this life demands of us. I know you can protect what we both love, even if I'm not beside you. I respect your choices. In this, we understand each other perfectly."

THAT is my shit. That's the fucking deranged ass bs that has me staring at my ceiling at 3 am, pacing the floors at 6 in the morning, gnawing on conkcrete like a rabid dog. Brain rot brain rot brain rot.

[bluebeary-jay]

Playing pretend

Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x f!Reader

Summary: a simple mission turns out to be quite a challenge when you find out that you're partnered with Jack Daniels. oh, and that you have to pretend to be in love with each other. easy? not at all.

Tags: fake dating lets gooo!! idiots in love, fluff, some steamier scenes later on, reader is a tease and Jack is a disaster. equals mutual dumbassery

Warnings: jealousy, not smut but some steam for sure, a few ridiculous southern sayings i had way too much fun coming up with

Word count: 5.5K

A/N: i don't really know why i chose jack for this prompt but i think it fits nicely. @pedrostories i know i'm late but i wanted to do this for you ❤️ congrats again!! and for all the other lovely people who stick around, i hope you like this and happy reading!! 💕 comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated and i love you all so much for the constant support 💗

This was supposed to be a delicate type of operation, which is why you were the first choice for the mission. It wasn’t a dig of any kind – everyone just knew you were good at handling tense situations and skilled at staying out of sight, not to mention your gift for making people trust you easily. Everything that was needed for this particular task.

Who wasn’t good at blending in, however, was Agent Whiskey. Which is why you were more than a little surprised when it turned out he’ll be your partner for the mission.

“I know he’s not exactly a subtle sort,” said Champ when you brought it up. “But we do need to get the target’s attention and… well, we can count on him when it comes to that. Besides, who knows,” he sent you a half-smile, though he seemed unsure of his own words, somehow, “maybe you two will balance yourself out. Maybe it’ll be good for you.”

So that’s how it happened. That’s how you got stuck with Jack Daniels.

It wasn’t that you disliked Jack. He was a handful, yes, an arrogant asshole and a show-off, but he also could make you laugh. He was very skilled at fighting and you knew you could count on him if things went south. And, though you would never admit it, he wasn’t the worst to look at.

The main problem was the combination of his stupid cockiness on this particular mission.

Because you had to pretend to be in love.

“C’mon, sunshine, it won’t be that bad.”

“Maybe for your dumb ass,” you murmured in response while walking to the table, squeezing Jack’s arm tightly and subtly looking around the hall. “I swear, Whiskey, if you try something…”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” The man you were supposed to pretend to be dating leaned in, and your whole body tensed. “I’ll be a perfect gentleman, sweet pea.”

“I doubt it.”

“...For the remainder of the mission.”

“There you go.”

In his usual ‘Jack Daniels’ fashion, he started pushing your buttons to the extreme even before your jet plane landed, and you had to close your eyes and count from ten to zero several times already, ordering yourself to calm down. Sometimes, you had to admit, his confidence and cheekiness were quite endearing, making you think about that frustratingly beautiful face of his late at night, but this time he was treading on very thin ice and you didn’t feel like being understanding.

You used to pride yourself in knowing exactly how to handle him. Jack was the biggest tease and a diva, and as long as you balanced the thin line between not encouraging his antics and giving him just enough attention, he became as gentle as a lamb in your presence. But this… this stupid, stupid mission…

“Would you like a cupcake, my lovely tater tot?” Whiskey’s voice jolted you out of your thoughts, and you had to stop the grimace on your face at the over-the-top nickname and his smug smirk. Instead, you just smiled sweetly.

“Only if you have some, my little meatball,” you answered through gritted teeth, but his infuriating smile only grew. Great.

The problem wasn’t even Jack. It was you, and that was what was driving you crazy.

You used to have a small, tiny crush on the older agent, but you liked to think it was long gone, water under the bridge and all that crap. He was Jack Daniels, for heaven’s sake – he’d never be interested in someone as guarded and shy as you, and though it took you a few months to realize that his ‘flirting’ was actually how he talked with every woman, you made your peace with it.

But being here with him, watching him acting as if he loves you, as if you hung the moon and stars in the sky… Touching you as if you’re the most precious thing in the entire world, trying to be as close to you as possible (though still respecting your boundaries, just like he promised)... It was tearing you apart.

And you hated feeling so out of control of your own emotions.

“You okay?” Jack murmured after a couple more minutes of silence, doffing his hat to someone walking by. “You’re unusually quiet.”

You were sitting on his lap all stiff, trying to remember how to breathe, but it wasn’t easy with his hand on your thigh. His touch was soothing, as if he suspected how uncomfortable all of it was for you and wanted to help you relax, but for all you knew, he could be just looking for an excuse to feel you up.

“M’fine,” you answered, trying to ignore your closeness. “I can just sit next to you, y’know.”

“Never hurts to act a bit over-the-top,” he said, and then eyed you warily. “You’d better not be sayin’ that ‘cause of these women’s talks about ‘bein’ too heavy’. I’ll have you know, cutie pie, that these thighs are meant for a wilder rodeo than holdin’ a pretty little thing like you perched on ‘em.”

You ignored his frivolous remark. Jack waited a couple of seconds before he sighed and slowly leaned in, probably wanting it to seem like he was kissing your neck. But instead of his lips, you felt his hot breath on your skin, making you shiver.

“You look like a gazelle in a lion den, sugar,” he whispered worriedly, taking his eyes off of you to look around inconspicuously. “If anyone’s to believe that we’re a couple of lovebirds, you gotta stop acting like I’m holdin’ you hostage.”

“Easy for you to say.” You had to stop yourself from smacking his hand away from your leg. “You’re probably upset the mission doesn’t let you flirt with any of those women,” you said to draw the attention from your own emotions, but Whiskey just laughed quietly.

“Who said I’d want to? I have the most beautiful gal right here on my lap.” He sent you a wink. “Though she could be more handsy for ol’ Jack’s standards.”

You shook your head disapprovingly, but that didn’t discourage him, especially when he noticed a small smile on your face.

“I’m serious. Or as serious as you’re comfortable with me to be.” He smirked, the bastard, and glanced at you with his eyes half-lidded. “So what will it be, sugar? You have to do your part, too, no?”

As much as you hated to admit it, he was right. Ever since you got here, you were wary, avoiding his touch and teasing more often than not, while he didn’t have any problem with acting as if he was interested in you. You presumed it was nothing for him – he’d do a good job with any woman on his arm, but for you it was almost too painful to attempt.

But if you didn’t want to blow your cover, you had to get over yourself and your stupid heart.

“My part?” you repeated in a whisper, steeling yourself and lifting your hand to his face. Jack froze in place, his eyes wide when you hummed and stroked his cheek with your thumb. “How’s this for acting all lovesick, cowboy?”

“Uhm…” he cleared his throat. There was a hint of surprise and enjoyment in his eyes, but though he tried to hide it behind his usual mask of arrogance, you could also see that he was almost… nervous. “S’better, sunshine. You’d have m– anyone fooled.” You squinted, and then, as if the spell was broken, all the awkwardness disappeared from Jack’s face, and he took your chin in-between his thumb and forefinger, bringing you an inch closer. “Though you could still learn a thin’ or two from your dashin’ lover.”

“Watch what you’re doing, Jack.”

“Oh, c’mon, I don’t mean anythin’ bad.” His hand squeezed your thigh just a little, making you tense. “Just a bit of harmless fun. Our target isn’t even here yet.”

“Talk quieter,” you hissed, but he just chuckled.

“Wanna shut me up, sugar?”

His smile was positively shit-eating, and you wanted nothing more than to wipe it off his face. Jack always knew how much to push and prod at your usually composed self, all to rile you up just the right amount. Ginger told you several times that he hopes for your reaction and that’s why he’s doing it, but it didn’t change the fact that sometimes he was pissing you off so much that letting him win would be considered a dishonor.

You squared your shoulders and just as you predicted, Whiskey’s eyes strayed to your collarbone before snapping right back. You raised an eyebrow and leaned in closer, closer, closer… until you heard him inhale sharply.

Your chests were brushing against each other with every deep breath you took, but you didn’t pull back.

Harmless fun, he said?

Your fingers traveled up to the collar of his shirt, fixing it a little, and then slid down his chest. His heart was pounding under your palm, and finding this out brought you a lot of satisfaction, so you took it to the next level and whispered sweetly:

“Please shut up, or I’ll act out a messy breakup and you will have to explain yourself to Champ.”

Before you fully grasped what you were doing, your teeth grazed his earlobe gently, eliciting a low groan out of the agent. His arm around your waist tightened, and that’s what finally brought you back to reality.

In an instant you pulled away from each other. Your neck was hot with embarrassment at your sudden boldness, but at least you achieved your goal – Jack looked completely stunned and, for once, speechless.

Both of you stared at each other for a few moments before Jack mustered a tight smile and nodded.

“Gotta say, uh…” Your eyes met briefly again, and he swallowed heavily, all his bravado leaving him. “Actually, ‘scuse me for a sec.”

Not paying attention to your bewildered expression, he stood up, almost causing you to fall to the floor. His name died on your lips when he fixed his tie and turned around, heading to the restrooms.

It was so unlike him to act this way, that you started to worry you crossed some boundary even someone like agent Whiskey didn’t dare to approach.

You behaved unexpectedly, yes, but was it a reason enough for him to leave like that?

“Looks like my date isn’t the only one who bailed.”

With the strange voice came a man you didn’t recognize, but who sat down right next to you with way too much confidence for your liking. It took you a second to realize he was talking about Jack, and you summoned a small smile.

“Oh, no, no. He just went to the restroom.” You waved your hand in the general direction. “He didn’t leave leave.”

“Then perhaps you won’t mind me keeping you company?” The man – tall, blonde and in a damn expensive suit – offered his hand for you to shake. “My name’s Jacob.”

Jacob? Was it the same Jacob that supposedly planned to seal some dark deal during the reception tomorrow?

You opened your mouth, but before you could ask about his last name – or offer him yours, for that matter – he continued. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before, sweetheart. Are you a friend of someone here?”

“Lillian’s old friend, actually.” That was the name of the maid of honor, the same one who had some connections with Champ and notified him about this whole business. “But I came a day before to see the city with my boyfriend.”

“Your boyfriend…” He nodded to the side with his eyebrows raised. “The Southern Sam?”

“That’s funny, cause his name actually is Sam,” you attempted to make a joke for Jacob to lower his guard, which seemed to have worked.

“And how long have you been together?”

Was that an interview? “Almost two years, why?”

“I’m asking ‘cause I saw the cowboy chatting with some ladies at the bar before.” He gave you a fake sympathetic look. “And you were nowhere to be seen.”

You knew about it, of course – Jack tried to get some information out of the singles gossiping at the minibar, but other than an offer for a ‘time of his life’, he couldn’t drag anything useful out of them. But still, Jacob was clearly looking for a reason to make you doubt your boyfriend’s intentions, so you went with it.

“What?” You changed your voice to be softer, and looked over your shoulder. “Oh… well, I’m sure it was nothing.”

“Sorry to say, babydoll, but it didn’t seem like it.”

Jacob shifted closer, now making you really uncomfortable, but you were careful not to let it show. He placed his hand on your thigh and draped the other arm over the back of your chair, sending you a flirtatious smile.

“But just to let you know, if, let’s say… things don’t work out with your cowboy, I have a beautiful mansion not far from here that I’d love to show you. There’s some things I have to take care of tomorrow, but after that…”

He trailed off, and his eyes suddenly strayed above your shoulder. You felt another, stronger arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer, and when you lifted your gaze, you were met with Jack’s brown eyes, full of well-hidden anger.

“Hi there, buttercup. Who’s your new friend?”

Though his tone sounded friendly, you knew it was anything but. You smiled tightly and turned to him.

“Sam, this is Jacob,” you said, giving the former a pointed look to let him know you’re in the middle of handling the latter. But the older agent seemingly didn’t take the hint and narrowed his eyes at their target. “We were just getting to know each other.”

“Well, hate to interrupt your chat, but I’ve got somethin’ I wanted to show ya, darlin’.”

Your eyes popped when you heard him, not believing that Jack was really sabotaging your work like that. But he didn’t back down, keeping his stare cold and hard.

“I think I’ll stay here,” you answered dryly. “We can talk later.”

“We’re talkin’ now,” he doubled down, tightening his hold on your waist. You glared at him angrily but before you could say something you’d regret, Jacob butted in.

“Maybe I should take my leave for now,” he said with a charming smile and winked in your direction. “I’ll see you later, doll.”

You watched in frustration as he walked away, and then faced Jack with barely concealed anger, but he didn’t even look your way.

“Found the conference hall,”he just murmured before standing up. “Follow me.”

An irritated huff was the only answer he received. You did as he asked, however, deciding to give him a piece of your mind in a more secluded location.

“So I think this is the place,” Jack said, stepping slowly around the table. He guided you through a closed off section of the building where you definitely shouldn’t be, stopping in a big, though quite narrow, room. “Had to break down the lock at the door, a pretty sturdy one. I reckon we plant the bug under one of the chairs and maybe somewhere on the other side, but I wanted to get a second opinion–”

“Aren’t we gonna talk about what happened there?” you interrupted him, crossing your arms over your chest. Whiskey paused and looked at you with his brow raised.

“What happened where?”

“With Jacob. What the fuck was that about, Jack?”

“You really wanna talk about this now?” he asked in response, but your unwavering stare spoke for itself, and he threw his arms in the air. ”Fine. Damn me for lookin’ out for ya.”

“He was eating out of my hand, and you blew it!” you accused him, which made him clench his jaw.

“If you didn’t notice, he was gettin’ way too close an’ personal–”

“He’s our target, Jack! The mission is to get close to him.”

Whiskey huffed and turned around, shaking his head. He adjusted his hat, angling it in a way so you couldn’t see his eyes anymore. “Look, sugar, I know the mission’s important and all that jackal’s shit, but we– you don’t need to let the bastard feel ya up to get the information outta him.”

“Is that what’s bothering you?” you cocked your eyebrow, not believing him. “It’s my job, Whiskey.”

“Still–”

“And besides, it’s none of your business! What if I don’t mind it?”

He did look at you in that moment, with a gaze so cool and dark that it caused your confidence and resolve to waver. His face, so harsh in its beauty, looked like it was carved out of a block of marble as he slowly strode forward, walking around the long table. Not for one second he took his brown eyes off of you, and you had to resist the urge to hold your breath.

Jack was rarely someone who could be considered ‘intimidating’. Goofy, arrogant, smartmouth – sure. But not intimidating.

But agent Whiskey… Agent Whiskey was a different story altogether.

“S’that so?” he murmured lowly, making your insides tighten at the timbre of his voice. “I didn’t realize my girlfriend is the sort to throw herself into the arms of the first man she meets.”

“Don’t forget yourself,” you scoffed, done with his theatrics. “We’re not together.”

“Jacob thinks so,” he shot back, stepping into your personal space and – to your irritation – forcing you to take a step back. “And now he’ll think I’m neglectin’ a gem like you.”

“So that’s what it’s about!” A short, dry laugh fell from your lips, and you rolled your eyes. “It’s all about Jack Daniels’ precious, fragile pride that some stranger will think you’re not the sex god and womanizer you think you are.”

“I’ve no clue what you’re blabberin’ ‘bout, pumpkin.” That bastard dared to smirk, his chest colliding with yours when you refused to move away from him again. “Sam Brooks is a very faithful and attentive boyfriend.”

“Oh, screw you.”

“And…” he continued, ignoring you. “He doesn’t wanna see any chowderhead’s hands on his girl. Mission or no mission.”

“You’re forgetting yourself,” you shot back with a pang of both irritation and electricity from the way he said ‘his girl’. “This is an act and… and besides, who do you think you are to be telling me that?!” His expression didn’t change and it made the flames of your rage burst higher. “It’s you who has a reputation of jumping at every chance to fuck any female target–!”

The man in front of you moved abruptly, quickly as a whip he was so proficient with, and though your training prepared you for such situations, you still didn’t manage to block his palm from covering your mouth. His head was turned to the side, but returned to its previous position when you smacked his hand away with an angry huff and pushed him strongly.

“What is wrong with you?!”

“Shh!”

“Don’t shush me, asshole! You started it, so now–”

“For cryin’ out loud, shut it!” he hissed, lifting his hand to signal you to be quiet. He tilted his head again and held his breath, waiting. And then you heard it.

Someone was in the corridor, from the sound of it opening and closing the doors to every room one at the time.

You and Jack looked at each other.

“We need to get outta here, sunshine.”

You had to save your argument for later, but the quick search soon showed that the door you came through was the only exit route. There were no windows in the room – a sought-after thing when you don’t want anyone to spy on your shady deals, you supposed – or even any nooks and crannies one could hide in. You were screwed.

“Fuck!” Jack hissed, quietly going back to you from searching around the conference room. “We’re trapped like a pair of mice under the cat’s tail!”

The echo of footsteps was getting louder, more frantic, and you raked your brain about what to do to appear the least suspicious if someone were to nail you in the area you absolutely should not be.

Beside you, Jack sighed heavily, closing his eyes for a moment, before quickly shrugging his jacket off. Then he unbuttoned two of his shirt’s buttons and walked up to you, forcing you to draw back until your back hit the wall behind you.

“What the hell are you–”

“You’re gonna hate me even more, and m’really sorry,” he cut you off hurriedly and apologetically. You shot him a furious, questioning look, which turned to total confusion when he took off his hat and placed it on your head, ruffling his own hair. “Just go with it, sugar.”

The door on the other side of the room creaked, but you didn’t have a chance to turn your head because right in that moment Jack crashed his lips to yours, kissing you with such passion that it stole the breath away from your lungs. It took you a few seconds to get over your surprise, but you quickly understood what his plan was.

It was wrong and you could still come up with another way to distract whoever was at the door, but if you were honest… you didn't want to.

With the first fiery caress of Jack Daniel’s lips, it became clear to you that his touch was extremely addicting, and as improper as it was, you were already starving for more. It briefly crossed your mind to push him away, because that is not how you imagined this evening to go, but… you had to admit, this was a good idea for a distraction.

And probably your only chance to kiss this handsome, maddening cowboy.

So you reciprocated, your hands grabbing him by his clothes roughly, and poured into the kiss all the longing and feelings you had for your fellow agent, and which you tried to contain all evening. You let it all out.

Jack didn’t waste any time, and the second you returned the kiss, he grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up, pressing you harder against the wall and forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. The moan you let out was swallowed by his mouth, and he continued to kiss and caress you like a man starved, like he planned to devour you whole.

And maybe it was the alcohol you consumed, or maybe just that infatuation you never fully suppressed, but you didn’t fight your own desire to be as close to him as possible. You used to fantasize about wiping that stupid smirk off Jack’s face by stealing the breath out of him, but you never imagined how wonderful it’d feel.

God, the noises he was making when you tugged on his hair… the feeling of his hands on your bare thighs… and his mouth. On your lips, on your neck and collarbone, kissing every inch of your skin like there’s no tomorrow… Nothing could ever prepare you for how much you wanted him to keep going, to–

You pretty much forgot the reason this make-out session even started, and your heart almost jumped out of your chest when you heard someone clearing their throat pointedly.

Jack’s lips left yours in an instant and you had to stop yourself from pulling him back by the material of his shirt, your head still dizzy from what just happened. Instead you turned to the door, your nerves dying down when you saw a young and clearly uncomfortable man.

“Uhm, apologies,” he spoke up with a nervous smile. “Have any of you seen two little girls running around?”

He sounded sincere, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t calm down your pounding heart. Jack was still holding you up and for a second you worried that he’s going to drop you, but he supported your weight without breaking a sweat.

“No, buddy. Sorry,” your partner answered, and the man nodded.

“Alright… It’s just, they’re wrapping up the party for today, but my daughters ran off somewhere.” His eyes shifted to you and your bare thighs, the material of your dress rolled up where Jack had his hands on you. Before you could become embarrassed, the lost dad coughed again. “Uhm, the staff asked everyone to leave in the next half an hour, so… just so you know. Bye.”

The door quickly shut behind him, slamming a little too loudly in the sudden silence. The shame at being caught – and at your own eagerness to what Jack did  – only now came crashing down on you. You didn’t want to face him, but knew it was inevitable.

Jack’s eyes were already on you, with his pupils blown wide. His expression showed the same desire as the one scorching your insides, the same unwillingness to pull away from you, but the special moment you shared was long gone. After ten seconds of silence, he cleared his throat and gently set you down. Your arms and chest felt cold without his body pressed against yours.

Whiskey sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes. You slowly took his hat off your head, holding it in front of you awkwardly, and waited for him to speak.

And finally, Jack hung his head low and cursed under his breath. You watched in confusion as he turned to you, stuck his cheek forward and closed his eyes.

“Smack me.”

That was not what you expected him to say. “...what?”

“Smack me,” he repeated with confident readiness, not moving an inch. “I deserve it.”

“No,” you said, totally confused. “I’m not gonna hit you. You did it… only so we wouldn’t get caught…” Jack’s shoulders slumped, making you hesitate. “...right?”

“It’s not just that,” he spoke up quietly, opening his eyes but not looking at you. “If you knew, sugar… the things I did to–”

He let out a dry laugh, shaking his head at the words coming out of his mouth, but the sound wasn’t joyous at all. He ran his hand down his face, and you couldn’t help but be drawn to the motion of his thumb wiping the edge of his bottom lip.

“You were s’pposed to be paired with Tequila.”

This one sentence, which seemingly came out of nowhere, just made you even more confused. “Jack, I don’t underst–”

“I asked to go on this mission with you,” he repeated louder, looking almost irritated that he had to explain it to you. “Practically begged, like a damn fool. Tequila was s’pposed to be your partner, but I couldn’t… That is, didn’t want to…”

Whiskey let out another breathless chuckle, running his fingers through his dark hair. “I’m gonna sound like the most selfish asshole, though that’s probably not far from whatcha actually think of me…”

“I don’t understand a word you’re saying.” You went around him to look him solemnly in the eyes, but he avoided your gaze. “Just tell me, what do you mean by all that?”

“Look, darlin’, I’ve no clue what I wanted to achieve,” he spat with annoyance, as if it was your fault he wasn’t making any sense. “I just fuckin’ knew I didn’t want to see Tequila or any other agent act all lovey-dovey with ya, hold your hand and maybe…” he choked up suddenly, his gaze softening, “...maybe kiss you.”

Your eyes were wide and your mind struggled to comprehend what all of it meant, but Jack didn’t even give you a second to gather your thoughts.

“To be clear, I didn’t plan on that.” He gestured towards the wall against which you were pressed just a few minutes ago, and you understood he’s talking about the unexpected kiss. “I might be a dickhead, but it wasn’t all some grand scheme to suck faces with ya. I wasn’t thinkin’ in that moment.”

Oh.

Why did his last words hurt you more than anything else he said? Your thoughts kept circling back to the passionate kiss you two shared, and it didn’t seem to you like Jack was acting at that moment. Or just achieving a goal he pursued. It felt like he lost control. Just like you did.

But you knew now that you didn’t hate it. What about him, though?

“It wasn’t?” you asked after a few seconds of silence. Jack furrowed his brows, to which you clarified: “A grand scheme to get into my pants. It… wasn’t?”

“Fuck. No, f’course not.” The sigh that escaped him was so heavy with guilt and suffering, you could almost feel it in the air between you both. “It must be obvious t’ya that I find you attractive, sugar, and… I love talkin’ with ya. You’re sharp, funny, pretty as a peach, and I really… really wanted to do it right this time. Show myself from a better side, but…” He took a deep breath, then exhaled unevenly. “I blew it.”

He locked eyes with you, and smiled lopsidedly, but there were no emotions in the gesture.

“So I reckon y’know now why I deserve this smack. Probably not just one, but…” He closed his eyes and spread his arms wide. “C’mon, sweetheart. Bet it’ll feel better for both of us.”

You realized that, yes, Jack was really ready for you to slap him – because that, according to himself, was what he deserved. And maybe on another day, you’d even considered it. But after what you’ve been through tonight and after accepting that the feelings you harbored for the older agent never truly disappeared, you didn’t want to do that. You just needed to kiss him again.

So that’s what you did.

It wasn’t a confident display of affection. More like a shy, light brush of your lips against his, which almost immediately came to a halt when Jack pulled away, looking at you with wide, shocked eyes.

It must’ve been evident on your face, though, that you were equally – if not even more – terrified than him. You gulped and took a step back, but he caught your wrist before that could happen. His eyes were still unsure, but so bright and hopeful, it gave you a boost of confidence you desperately needed.

Jack liked you, you reminded yourself as you went in for a second kiss, which this time he eagerly reciprocated and melted into. He was jealous, you thought as your tongues naturally met and entwined.

He wanted you.

When you parted, breathless from adrenaline, and your lips swollen from the intensity of his kisses, his eyes stayed closed. You waited for any sign of regret on his face, but saw none, only raw wonder.

“I think you smacked me too hard,” he murmured, his eyes darting behind his closed eyelids in a weirdly adorable way. “M’pretty sure I’m hallucinatin’.”

“You’re such a dumbass,” you chuckled while shaking your head, and Jack snorted. “Now open your eyes and look at me.”

He obeyed, and a big grin spread on his face the second he laid his eyes on you. He drank in your bright smile and happy expression, and you let him – that is, for only a moment before you jabbed him in the ribs with your finger, causing him to grunt in pain.

“I like you, too, cowboy. Against all common sense.”

“Thank god for the bats in your belfry, then.” You scowled and scrunched your nose in a fake offense, but he just laughed. Then, very tenderly, he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, his eyes warm and soft like never before. “You’re cute as a speckled pup, you know that?”

“I think you’re the lovesick puppy here.”

“Technicalities,” Jack murmured before leaning down to claim your mouth in a gentle kiss. You’ve never thought he could be so tender, and immediately longed for more of this side of him – but too soon, he pulled away, gracing you with that smirk of his you always found so irresistible. “I was thinkin’...”

“That would be the first.” Jack shot you a warning glance at that, and you yelped when he smacked your butt lightly. “You’re so fucking lucky I like you.”

“And I can’t fuckin’ wait to shut you up,” he whispered, making you giggle at the clear fondness in his tone. “As I was sayin’, I think we have a king-size bed waiting for us in our shared room.” Your face split into a wide smile, and Jack shrugged nonchalantly. “All to keep up appearances, of course.”

You tugged forcefully on his shirt and claimed his lips again, but in a deeper, more heated kiss this time. A sound similar to a growl escaped Jack’s chest, and one of his hands found its place in your hair while the other one squeezed your butt lightly. You couldn’t help but giggle into his mouth, which caused a similar smile to spread across his face.

“We wouldn’t want anyone to suspect we’re just playing pretend, right?”

His response was immediate.

“Of course not, sugar.”

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know its for the better - begin again au ☆

wc: 1.8k

tw: drinking. angst. family angst. kinda fluff. slut shaming. I think I got them all

ryan leonard x hughes sister au

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ryan and frankie walked down one of the busiest streets in boston; frankie hoping to find inspiration and ryan trying the make sure she doesn't kill her self doing so.

he couldn't understand why she was so reckless with her life? she was very loved and important to so many people. i mean he knew he loved her when he first met her. why couldn't she see how amazing she was?

"I have my fake with me, plus the bouncer adores me so i think i can so get you in" she says acting annoyed but secretly happy. even though she wanted to act like ryan coming along with her was a drag, it wasn't. she liked having him here. it made her feel seen.

"frankie, i still dont think this is the way to solve things" he says to her as they get in line to go into frankies favorite bar.

"not everything has to be solved it just has to be dealt with, and this is how im dealing with it" she said with an eye roll.

ryan opened his mouth to say something but stopped when her phone when off. he sees her screen light up with a Group FaceTime call; her brothers. but to his surprise she declines?

"spam call" she waves him off after she sees ryan eye her skeptically.

"you didn't tell them yet?" he said after a moment.

ryan knew her too well.

"nope" she says popping the 'p'. "and I dont plan on it anytime soon" she adds.

"so you just plan to lie to them for the rest of your life?"

"its not lying, its avoiding. I dont lie" she said not looking at him.

"I think you’re scared to tell them because you know once you tell them. It’ll be real" he says looking at her with a challenging look.

"ryan. this is real life right now, your not dreaming" she says sarcastically, wiggling her fingers in his face.

she was so cute. even if she was being a pain in the ass.

they got to the front of the line, where the bouncer was and frankie was quick to whisper something into the bouncers ear. the bouncer eyes running up and down ryan, before ultimately deciding to lift the rope and letting them through.

"I dont think I want to know what you told him" he said to her as she pulled him by his shirt collar. something that he found to drive him crazy.

"dont be dirty, I just told him you were my gay friend. so dont get with any girls tonight please. he'll know im lying"

your the only girl I want.

"im here to watch you, not to get with girls and party" he says seriously as she orders them drinks.

"no. if im going to let you follow me around like a puppy tonight your going to party with me mr. leonard." she says handing him the drink throwing him these eyes. eyes that have gotten her everything she's ever wanted. those eyes. eyes that made ryan want to complete every wish she's ever wished.

"if I take this shot with you, you have to listen to me, tonight. I know you like to run away. so dont"

"okay! yay!" she says as she pinky promises him.

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frankies hallway filled with giggles as ryan said another dad joke. she kept her promise and didn’t run away. it was one a.m. and it had honestly been the earliest she came back from a night out. and to her surprise she was only tipsy. ryan had actually kept her good company all night.

"did you hear the rumor about butter" he says while leaning against the wall as she looks for her keys in her purse.

"ryan shutup please" she said laughing.

"okay. I wouldn't want to spread it anyways!"

"oh god" she said as she looked at him with so much adoration. she didn’t realize how much she needed someone to care and to show they cared. the way ryan did.

“thank you ryan” she said seriously. and a thought couldn’t help but bloom over her mood as she realized what was most likely going to happen.

“anytime pretty” he said as starred into the eyes that make him want to do flips off rooftops.

“I know drew is your teammate and everything, but like please dont be a stranger”

“im sorry?” ryan was confused to what she was trying to say.

is she drunk?

“like im saying since i won’t be around as much anymore and you guys are probably going to wanna be respectful to drew and stuff, just dont be a stranger. so please if you, will, and gabe ever see me just dont be afraid to talk to me. i’ll always be nice.”

ryan couldn’t belive his ears. she thought they were all just going to stop talking to her?

“franks. just because my teammate is an asshole doesn’t mean we dont care about you. you are a person who is easy to love and unbelievably smart. and im sorry drew couldn’t see that. you dont deserve that at all” he said looking into her eyes as Frankie’s eyes couldn’t help but water.

this was the nicest thing a guy has ever told her.

“you really think so” she whispered just realizing how close they were standing next to one another. he smelt like what frankie would call a comfort smell. and as she looked at him she just wanted to trace every one of his freckles while he told her everything that’s ever happened to him.

“I do” he said. luckily for ryan. this wouldn’t be the only time in years to come he would say this to frankie. they both leaned in as frankie stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. a kiss that made her stomach do flips. a kiss that made his stomach do flips.

ryan couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her waist as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders and bring him closer. the kiss felt like they’ve searched for one another their whole lives. it felt right. time stood still.

ryan pulled away first as he realized they were both tipsy and she was probably more tipsy then him. the insecurity of she was going to act like nothing happened tomorrow creeped up on him.

“what’s wrong” she said with a hand on his cheek. her heart dropping when he pulled away.

“im sorry, i shouldn’t. we shouldn’t. we’ll talk tomorrow, go inside frankie” he said stepping away from her.

“did I do something?” she said feeling her heart drop.

“no- its just- i don’t want you to wake up tmrw and regret this, i want it to actually mean something and I dont want to be just another guy to add to your roster” he says not knowing that made frankie feel like shit.

I mean she knows herself she's the type of person to have a good time. but the fact he just thought she was going to play him? is that what drew thought when she was getting with him.

maybe thats the reason he never opened up to me

“dont worry your far from it now ryan!. have a good life” she said opening her door.

“frankie i didn’t mean it like that-“

he couldn’t even explain himself because the door had already slammed in his face.

frankie didn’t know why ryan saying that hurt her so much but it did. he basically just called her a whore in her mind and she wanted to run into her room and scream into pillow. but of course her life never went her way.

standing inside were two out of her three brothers looking like they wanted to strangle her.

“where the hell have you been” luke yelled. as jack got off the phone with whoever he was talking to. mumbling something about how frankie just walked in.

frankie was actually speechless. she never thought her brothers would make the trip to boston to see why the hell she was ignoring them.

“out of all the irresponsible things you’ve done in your life , this has to be the worst. mom was so close to calling the cops. she’s on her way with dad. we thought you were dead!” jack scolds her as she takes off her coat.

"thats a little dramatic"

"no! it isn't. we gave you space but then imagine our surprise when your coach calls and says you quit!" luke counters back. "if your having a manic episode or whatever they call it, tell us. we'll help you" Luke adds in a gentler tone.

frankie wanted to do nothing but run away as she just starred at them. the fear she had been running away since she quit was standing in her living room and they were standing their angry.

"does mom and dad know" she said after a long silence.

"yes. we all have. we've been waiting for you to own up to it and tell us though" jack answered.

"is everyone mad at me" she said as her eyes filled up with tears.

"im mad that you've had us worried sick. I mean I had to resort to asking rutger and gavin to ask their world jrs teammates if they've seen my own sister" Luke said with a scolding look. one that looked scarily similar to her mothers.

"dont listen to him, I dont know why you were s scared to just tell us. its not going to change anything between us" jack said as he walked over to his little sister and gave her a hug.

frankie didn't like hugs. she felt so awkward with them but in that moment she wanted nothing but to sob into her older brothers arms like she once did when the other girls at school were making fun of her because she played hockey and didn't do dance or cheer like the rest of them. she needed her family.

"cmon Luke" she said opening her arm out to her brother who stood of to the side. Luke accepting because he could never stay mad at his little sister.

"just dont ever do this again. if you want attention go find yourself a lover or something" Luke said laughing as they pulled away.

"hey! none of that" jack said not thinking anyone was ever going to be good enough for his sister.

"dont worry jack, I need a break from boys" she said with a sigh as she remembered what happened with ryan about ten minutes ago.

"dont talk to us about your boy problems thats why you have Quinn" jack said gagging.

"quinn also wants you to call him" jack said as he started walking to her guest bedroom.

"you good?" Luke said as he started settling into her couch and noticed her sister looked as if her mind was far else where.

how do I tell him I ruined my reputation. everyone thinks im a slut.

"I dont know"